Author's Note:
This is another story we've been working on for a while. It started as an RPG that was inspired by ahar but is mainly original. After some thought we decided posting it as a story would be cool. The style is different, so don't be surprised. It changes POVs a lot, just like in our RPG, and in the beginning of each chapter, the new characters that appear will have a short description (see below). Please review so we can get some awesome feedback, and enjoy!
Character Listings:
NAME:
Aiden
SPECIES:
Vampire
APPROXIMATE
AGE:
Over two thousand years old.
SIRE:
Unknown
VIEW
ON WITCHES:
Despises them.
VIEW
ON HUMANS:
Loves the beautiful, and secretly admires their innocence.
OTHER:
He is used to fighting and is very apathetic.
NAME:
Caila
SPECIES:
Vampire
APPROXIMATE
AGE:
Nearly two thousand years old.
SIRE:
Aiden (His first fledgling.)
VIEW
ON WITCHES:
Hates them.
VIEW
ON HUMANS:
Is annoyed by them.
OTHER:
Known for her striking beauty and manipulative manner.
NAME:
Gaelle
SPECIES:
Vampire
APPROXIMATE
AGE:
Over a thousand years old.
SIRE:
Aiden
VIEW
ON WITCHES:
Is frustrated by them.
VIEW
ON HUMANS:
Wishes she could be one of them.
OTHER:
She hates Aiden for changing her and tries not to associate with his
fledglings or companions.
Hard Conversations:
Aiden:
Aiden watched as Caila slowly approached his seat below the willow on the school's lawn. Her steps were graceful, calm, and the green dress she wore showcased her natural beauty. He remembered changing her; how eager she had been to be with him, and even now, she seemed loyal.
Caila:
Aiden stared as she walked closer, finally taking a seat under the tree. Once she was seated, she let a smile form on her lips- she recognized Aiden's nostalgic expression.
"Always thinking," she remarked, looking over the manicured lawn. "It would do you good to relax."
Aiden:
"These are words of wisdom from a blonde?" Aiden asked, his sarcastic remark meant to stir her nerves. He playfully raised an eyebrow in her direction and leaned back against the tree, crossing his fingers over his abdomen.
Caila:
Knowing well that Aiden's remark was only meant to get on her nerves, she lightly slapped his arm, and pouted.
"I can't help that I'm blonde," she whispered, leaning closer to her sire. "You used to love the color. Changed your mind?"
Aiden:
Aiden closed his eyes as a cool breeze rustled the leaves of the willow.
"You know that you're beautiful, Caila," Aiden assured her, "You've got every vampire downtown at your heels." Aiden tried to conceal his pride; having a fledgling as popular as Caila only increased the respect he was given.
Gaelle:
Her heels clicking on the asphalt path through the grounds, Gaelle eyed her sire angrily, frustrated that once more, he was seated with Caila.
"Tramp," she whispered, determined to have Aiden understand that she was no weakling. After overhearing his conversation at Dry Culture's Nightclub, she had a reply to make: his comment that she was 'too much to handle' angered her.
Aiden:
Knowing well that another vampire- more distinctly, a fledgling of his own- was nearby, he turned, locking eyes with Gaelle. She stood in front of Caila was an obvious distaste, and Aiden knew that the argument about to start was his and Gaelle's alone.
Leave Gaelle to me.
Caila:
Understanding that Aiden's order meant for her to leave, she glared in Gaelle's direction. She hated being forced out of attention- Aiden was known for only changing women he thought were too beautiful to be human, and Caila was competition to Gaelle. Frustrated, she disappeared, leaving the two to argue as usual; without another thought on it, she began her search for someone new to work her charms on.
Gaelle:
Caila disappeared and Aiden stood, a motion that Gaelle knew he had arranged. With the added height of her heels, they nearly saw eye to eye. Gaelle only had to raise her view slightly to stare him down as he was glaring at her.
"So I'm too much to handle, Aiden?" Gaelle asked, hands on her hips as she planted a falsely sweet tone to her words. "Me? The troublemaker? Or did you mistake me for one of your other tramps?"
Aiden:
His patience low, Aiden narrowed his eyes. Gaelle's words were stupid; he could kill her easily, and he didn't have time to deal with her disrespect.
"Watch your words, Gaelle," Aiden hissed, grabbing her arm so tightly that he felt the bone break beneath his grip. "You're out of line."
Gaelle:
"I'm out of line?" Gaelle repeated, hiding the glimmer of pain that was throbbing in her arm.
"I apologize for not parading like Caila, or kissing your feet, your highness."
Aiden:
Gaelle's sarcasm only raised his distaste for her. He tightened his grip and sent a burst of power throughout her system.
Gaelle:
Gaelle cried out in pain when she felt the sudden invasion to her body. While she knew all along that it was warranted, it didn't change her mind, or mask her anger. Falling limp in Aiden's grip, Gaelle held back the tears that came with the pain- too often was she hit with this force, but she knew well it was nowhere near the damage he could truly do.
Aiden:
Aiden held his fledgling as she toppled, but instead of holding her close, he kept her at a distance, watching as she broke into tears. His lack of sympathy broke through his cold expression when he laughed, amused that she could go from strength to tears in seconds.
"Pathetic," he cursed, dropping her to the ground. He stepped over her, still annoyed.
"Be cautious, Gaelle," he warned her, ready to leave, "or next time, your words will cost you more than your courage."
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