Mostro Dal Cuore Gelido
Mostro Dal Cuore Gelido
By: best.time.of.day.is.TWILIGHT
Temere can you come here for a second? The thought came to me as I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling.
Be there in a second. I replied; I got up slowly and walked down to the library.
"Yes Ghiacciare?" I asked as I entered the room.
"I need you to run an errand for me." He said; turning to face me. I immediately perked up; normally when he said he wanted me to go run an errand it meant I had a mission to complete. I waited silently, telling him I was listening.
"There's a coven of 9 in Greybull, Wyoming. I want you to go verify that they will cause no problems. I have made arrangements for your flight to leave tomorrow at two; you will be staying in a ranch with a couple old friends of yours. The case file is on your desk, you are dismissed." He said in his all business tone.
"Will do; but one question. Who are these old friends of mine?" I asked curiously.
"You will find out tomorrow." He said turning back to the book shelf.
As I walked back up to my room I couldn't help but wonder who I was staying with. I hope its Tempesta, Terra, and Ardere. I miss them so much. Once I reached my room I walked straight over to my desk to look through the case file. As I read over the summary of the file I couldn't help but notice the similarities between this coven and the coven of my past. Both large in numbers, vegetarians, and interacted with humans. Once I had finished reading the summary I turned to the pictures included in the file. The first picture was of a teenage girl with black hair streaked with blue and green and blue eyes (weird). On the back it said:
Name: Kali Rose Jase
Age: 80 years old (appears 16)
Other: Can change hair and eye color
Mate- Clem Martin Jase
The next picture was a teenage boy, probably her mate, who also had black hair but had the normal topaz colored eyes.
Name: Clem Martin Jase
Age 80 years old (appears 16)
Other: No abilities
Mate- Kali Rose Jase
Setting that picture aside I was met with a face from my past, one that had haunted me for the 103 years I had been a vampire. My dreams, well nightmares, had done him no justice. His topaz eyes smoldering, even in the picture, held me captive; his copper hair shining in the sunlight as he walked across the yard towards a silver Volvo. Him and his Volvos. I turned the picture over hoping to see… well I didn't exactly know what I wanted to see.
Name: Edward Anthony Masen Cullen
Age: 210 years old (appears 17)
Other: Telepathy
Mate- unknown
Unknown? What's that mean? Telepathy; well I guess powers do advance over time. I pushed the thoughts out of my head and continued to look through the rest of the photos. The faces I had dreamed about for the last 103 years staring me in the face. Not much had changed, only the new members and Edward's advancement. After sifting through memories for a good four hours I stood up, stretched, and started to pack. By the time I had finished packing I had six and a half hours to waste before I had to be on the plane. Hey Ferire; you wanna race? I asked telepathically.
Temere, you know you're going to win; you always do. He answered solemnly.
I was talking about car race not on foot.
Oh; in that case sure. He replied excitedly. Ferire was one of the few human drinkers I could stand to be around; his name literally meant 'draw blood'.
I grabbed my keys off my desk and ran down to the garage. Ferire was waiting by the door when I arrived, keys to his Bugatti Veyron in hand. He and I both knew that if this was just a race of whose car was faster mine would win hands down; but this was an agility race. The track had tons of twists and turns; including the occasional U-turn. As Ferire walked over to his Bugatti on the left side of the garage I walked to the back corner, clear across the garage. (AN:plz keep in mind this garage holds around a hundred cars, it's the size of a warehouse) While Ferire always went for looks when he bought a car, I went for the best of the best. The fastest, most reliable of the time; the Barabus TKR.
As I walked up to my car I hit the button on the wall to open the garage door. As the door open I climbed in and started the car. As I pulled around front I noticed that the engines purr was a little louder than normal. I put it in park and revved the engine. Yep defiantly something wrong. I thought when I heard a loud grinding noise. I turned off the TKR and popped the hood. As I walked around to the front of the car Ferire pulled up along side me. "Hey what are you doing?" he asked.
"There's something wrong with my engine. It sounds funny." I replied looking around trying to find the problem. Twenty minutes later the engine was purring quietly, at just the right volume. Somehow one of the pipes had come loose and was hitting the transmission.
"You ready to go?" I asked as I climbed back in my car.
"I'm not the one whose car was messed up." Ferire replied smugly.
"Ya, know I distinctly remember cleaning my engine a couple days ago and everything was fine. I haven't driven this since then; what did you do to my car?"
"I didn't do anything." He said with an innocent expression on his face.
"Right, like I'm gonna believe that. Let's go before I decide to punish you for touching my car." I mumbled.
We drove out into the country where we didn't have to worry about accidentally hitting somebody, not that we would anyway, and positioned our cars on the starting line. We sat there for a few seconds before the sensors on the strip kicked the count down on. Ready; an electronic announcer said from the concrete below us. Set, I moved my foot right over the accelerator. GO!
In an instant the pedal was touching the floor sending the car flying forward; hitting 60 mph in 1.67 seconds. Driving at around 210 mph around tight turns, over hills, with another car on our tail is not only exciting it's dangerous. The first time I attempted to race on this track I totaled my CCR on the first turn; and it's slower than this car, capping out at 251 mph. My Barabus caps out at 270. (AN: I'm not making these speeds up, they are all factual) About three fourths of the way through the race Ferire slowed down behind me. Hey is something wrong? I asked him.
Yeah. Something's wrong with my drive train; I forfeit. He thought back.
Ok, I'll turn around and check it out. I thought, slowing my car to about 70 and pulling a very tight U-turn; causing the TKR to go up on two wheels. As I pulled up along side the Veyron Ferire popped the hood. I turned off the TKR, climbed out, and went to look at the Bugatti. Ferire was right when he said his drive train was off, well more specifically the driveshaft. It had been bent sometime during the race and would have to be replaced.
"We'll have somebody come back and pick it up." I said trying to comfort him.
"I can't just leave her here!" He said, shocked that I would even suggest that.
"Ferire, nobody beside our coven knows about this place. She'll be fine; look I'm gonna drive you home, grab the trailer and come back and get her. Ok?"
"Yeah, ok. As long as you don't make ANY stops in between." He said seriously.
"I won't, now come on if we stay here much longer I won't have time to come back and get her before I leave." I said pushing him into the TKR. I climbed in the drivers side, started the car and took off towards home. As I drove Ferire messed with the radio until he found a song he liked.
You say you know just who I am
But you can't imagine
What waits for you across the line
You thought you had me
But I'm still here standing
And I'm tired of backing down
And I'm here now feeling the pain
Of a thousand hearts
Been to hell and back again
I won't take this
You try so hard to bring me down
You can't break the broken
You still don't seem to understand
It's your turn to see just
How it feels to be me
How it feels to be knocked down
And you're here now feeling the pain
Of a thousand hearts
You've been to hell and back again
You can't take this
Remember
This feeling
How it feels to be alive
Now you see me through my eyes
And we're here now feeling the beat
Of a thousand hearts
Coming back to life again
We can make it
Remember
This feeling
Remember...
"I didn't know you liked 12 Stones" He said when I started to sing along.
"I don't normally listen to my favorite music around others. My taste in music is the window to who I really am." I said seriously.
"And letting people get to know the real you would be a bad thing?" he questioned.
"It could be; you know what my job is. If something happens that causes me to lose focus, it could be detrimental to all of us."
"I guess that makes sense." We were quiet for the rest of the drive home, letting the radio fill the silence.
When we pulled up the drive way Vederci was standing next to my truck, trailer attached and ready to go. I glanced down at my watch, 1:02pm.
"Shit, Ferire I'm not gonna be able to get your Veyron and get back here before I have to leave." I turned to Vederci. "Could you drive out to the track and grab his Bugatti, bring it back here and order a new driveshaft for it? Please!?" I pleaded. He looked at me, then at Ferire and back to me.
"Yeah, I guess I can go get the car." He said in a defeated tone.
"Thank you!" I said, giving him a quick hug; not something I would normally do. Once I had stepped back I noticed both Vederci and Ferire looking at me like I had finally lost it.
"What? Can't a girl give her friend a hug?" I asked innocently.
"Yes, then can. But I don't think anybody would expect that from YOU." Vederci said slowly, still trying to come up with a good reason for why I hugged him.
"Oh, well. See you guys when I get back from Wyoming." I said over my shoulder as I walked into the house, well if you can call it a house. Our "house" was built sometime in the 19th century and has sixteen bedrooms, eighteen bathrooms, two kitchens (not that we use them), two libraries, four studies, five training rooms, and a bunch of rooms that change as needed. I ran up to my room and teleported my suitcases and myself back downstairs.
"Temere, are you ready to leave?" Ghiacciare asked as he walked into the main hall.
"I am, though I wish I had time to go retrieve Ferire's car from the track." I said.
"Ahh yes; I heard about that. Bent the driveshaft did he?" Ghiacciare replied.
"Yes, he did. Though we don't know how."
"I see; well you should probably get going. Make sure to report back on how things go."
"Don't I always?"
"Well, yes but there's no harm in reminding you." he said turning towards the north study.
"Goodbye Ghiacciare."
"Goodbye Temere." he replied as he disappeared around a corner.