AN: I do not own any Night World aspects of this story except the Chiteaza characters and their species. That is mine. Also, while this is my second fanfic, this is the one I really like, and I will explain about 'Chiteaza's' later on in the story.
As Airiyana walked up the steps of Thierry's mansion, the clenching of her jaws and the stiffness in her step betrayed the rage swirling inside her. Shoving the doors open and stormed into the dining room, she finally lost it when she saw her ma, Reilana, talking with Thierry. Several others watched as she strode up to them, and explained in very direct terms how she had had to drop everything, come here, quoting her mother's words 'Behave yourself', and she was not happy!
"Are you finished yet, Air?" Her ma calmly looked at her with those grey eyes that never wavered, knowing full well that she was aggravating her daughter- both hers and Air's tempers were legendary, and both knew exactly how to make the other's control break.
"Arggggggh! Parents!" Airiyana slammed out of the room to the shock of all those daybreakers present and the sigh of her ma.
"So she's your daughter and the Chiteaza that's got such a fearsome reputation for one so young." Thierry chuckled. "She's certainly got that temper of yours Reilana."
Reilana smiled grimly. "That she has, and that's why I'm entrusting her to your care Thierry. She gets out of hand and I cannot cope with it all the time, with all the ruckus with the Night World and the rebellion of my clan. I know you'll keep her safe but I have a letter here of more specific details. I trust you'll contact me if anything major comes up."
"Of course. Will you stay with us a few days, or are you heading straight to New York?"
"I'd stay, but I need to get back tonight. Thanks for the offer though." Reilana sighed. "In fact, I ought to be going now. Thanks Thierry."
Air was so incensed that she couldn't think clearly. What right does my ma have to order me here so some old vamp can babysit? I'm not a baby and I ain't gonna take being treated like one. Bloody parents! With that thought she got into her car- a very fast, very expensive, car- and raced away from the mansion and onto the streets of Vegas. What was it my cousin said? A club, Iris, I think. Hmmm. Lets try there, pick up a meal and get drunk
After parking her car, Air was still in a mood, but cooling off some- she knew a very good way to annoy her ma was to get so pissed she could hardly stand up straight, although she also knew this was a bad idea in a new area, and with so many people out for her blood. Still, that doesn't stop me getting pissed while watching my neck, does it? Air grinned. This is gonna be sooo much fun
Sauntering into the Iris, a quick, inconspicuous sniff and a casting of the senses, told her that the majority of the occupants were vampires, with some shifters, witches and werewolves mixed in. Lets see. I think... Made. Yes, that would be nice. And, muttering a few Chiteazan words under her breath, she walked to the bar and ordered a wine, and leant back. Noticing several glances her way, she sipped her wine and licked her lips, picking her target. After placing her wine down, she glided to him and whispered in his ear so quiet only he heard, "Want to go somewhere more private?"
She led him out the club, and into the night. Once out of hearing distance, she slammed him against the wall and kissed him. Quickly, grabbing his hands she held them with one of hers as her other held his head up and throat exposed.
"What the he-"
Air plunged her double set of fangs into the made vampire's throat and drained him as he stopped struggling, just relaxing, knowing it was fruitless to stop what was happening. As his body began to turn into a mummified corpse Airiyana spoke three words: "Alectriva deviscoura babactiatruv"; three Chiteazan words, that stops a vampire's body from mummifying and instead reduces it to dust. No evidence would be left of her 'snack'.
After strolling around Las Vegas for hours, resulting in a gorged and very drunk Chiteaza, Air headed back to Thierry's. Stumbling up the front steps, she was accosted by Thierry the moment she stepped into the hall .
"You're drunk. Where have you been? That's blood." He pointed to a small patch a red on her top. "What have you been doing?"
"Why don't I just state the obvious as you're obviously too stupid to work it out. I have been out drinking, partying and feeding. Since none of my meals were human, you shouldn't have a problem with it, so I'm going to bed, if someone would show me to a room." Air aimed the question at the various onlookers to the 'discussion'. A witch stepped forward and motioned for Air to follow her.
"Hi, I'm Thea, and you'd be Airiyana then." The witch, Thea, seemed cheerful, although Air could pick up the scent of fear coming of her in waves.
"Its Air." She snapped before asking, curious; "You're scared of me, why?"
Thea halted and turned. "How do you know?"
" I can smell it and sense it. All your muscles are tense ready to flee and you move stiff." Air stated bluntly. "Anyone could tell, even one of your precious humans." Air spoke the word as if it were repulsive, and in a way, to her, it was.
Thea's eyes went wide, and she took a step back. "Humans? You don't believe as Reilana does do you? That humans can live in peace with the Night World?"
Airiyana looked into Thea's eyes. "No. I do believe as my ma does about some things and don't about others. But that humans and the Night World can live in peace is a thing that while my ma and I don't agree, we don't disagree either. You still haven't answered my question."
"Huh? Oh, right. I guess I'm scared of you because we all know of your reputation, and because no-one else has ever dared to call Thierry stupid, or to insult him in his own home. That was a bit silly you know."
"I know. I couldn't resist though could I?" Air grinned. She liked this witch, whose honesty was a nice break from the lies that were hurled about at the enclave near New York. Thea turned and motioned to a room. "This is yours, and this is your key." She held the ornate object out to Air. "Goodnight, Air."
AN: I hope you like this first chapter. The next will be called 'Trouble already?'