Title: Trading Desires
Spoilers: Basic Night World
Disclaimers: Night World and everything related to it is the property of LJ Smith, I'm just borrowing it for fun. The storyline and unfamiliar characters come from my own imagination.
Summary: Made a vampire against her will, after trying and failing to settle down somewhere, Ara Redfern finally agrees to try Circle Daybreak, only to come face to face with her reformed maker - and his new soulmate.
Author's notes: feedback would be great.
Part 1
This time it would work. It had to work, because Ara was sick of trying and failing. The solution wasn't the ideal one, but then again, Ara was all out of ideas at the moment. But if she could, Ara would do her entire life differently.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Ara's best friend Citirina asked, leaning in the door way, toying nervously with a string of her long chestnut hair.
Ara frowned, looking around the empty walls, the suitcases piled on the bed. She sighed and shrugged. "It's not like I have any other options. It was either this or death." She made a face. "Neither are particularly appealing."
Citirina smiled sympathetically. "Maybe it won't be so bad. Let's get your stuff to the car." She picked up three of Ara's bags and left.
Ara sighed, running her fingers through her short red curls, checking her appearance one last time in the mirror. She was kind of short, and probably too thin, but couldn't seem to build up any weight or muscles. Her red curls did what they wanted to, no matter what she did. She was dressed in a black jumpsuit with black boots. She knew she was a head-turner, but still, that didn't make her feel any better.
"Are you coming?" Citirina's voice called from downstairs.
"Yeah," Ara said, taking one last look around and picking up her bags. Here we go she thought.
* * *
"You've got to be *kidding!*"
Malachite's eyes closed briefly at the news. This was so unfair. After all he'd put himself through, the long haul turn around from badass vamp to reformed Daybreaker he had this thrown at his face. "Talk about karma," he muttered sourly.
Lina looked over at him in surprise. "What's the big deal? We've got some new vampy coming to play, it's not the end of the world."
Malachite's black eyes bored into her calm blue ones. Out of all the people in the safe-house, she was probably the one he liked the least. She was too brash and spoke too much with little regard for people's feelings. Not exactly what he would have expected from a Daybreaker.
"You wouldn't understand," he answered, stalking off. He stood on the balcony outside his room, staring at the lights of the small Californian community of Elmfield. A cool breeze was blowing through his long black hair. If he had been human, gooseflesh would have risen on his bare arms. He wished he could feel the weather.
"Are you okay?" The voice was soft and caring, full of love and concern, and also a note of caution as well. Malachite sighed as he felt a slender arm wrap itself around his as his soulmate joined him, trying to pull him to her.
"Lina said you freaked at the mention of the new girl."
"I did /not/ freak!" Malachite snapped angrily. "Lina doesn't know what she's talking about."
Yanna's head tilted to one side, her silvery hair spilling over her shoulders. "Are you sure? You can tell me."
Malachite couldn't look at her. He'd changed so much to make her happy, but there was still so much about him she didn't know. "It's - well - this - forget it." He couldn't tell her, not now, not ever. There were some things she was better off not knowing.
Yanna sighed, taking the hint and leaving him alone. Something had to be done. The last thing he needed was Ara showing up and blabbing his secrets to everyone.
* * *
Spoilers: Basic Night World
Disclaimers: Night World and everything related to it is the property of LJ Smith, I'm just borrowing it for fun. The storyline and unfamiliar characters come from my own imagination.
Summary: Made a vampire against her will, after trying and failing to settle down somewhere, Ara Redfern finally agrees to try Circle Daybreak, only to come face to face with her reformed maker - and his new soulmate.
Author's notes: feedback would be great.
Part 1
This time it would work. It had to work, because Ara was sick of trying and failing. The solution wasn't the ideal one, but then again, Ara was all out of ideas at the moment. But if she could, Ara would do her entire life differently.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Ara's best friend Citirina asked, leaning in the door way, toying nervously with a string of her long chestnut hair.
Ara frowned, looking around the empty walls, the suitcases piled on the bed. She sighed and shrugged. "It's not like I have any other options. It was either this or death." She made a face. "Neither are particularly appealing."
Citirina smiled sympathetically. "Maybe it won't be so bad. Let's get your stuff to the car." She picked up three of Ara's bags and left.
Ara sighed, running her fingers through her short red curls, checking her appearance one last time in the mirror. She was kind of short, and probably too thin, but couldn't seem to build up any weight or muscles. Her red curls did what they wanted to, no matter what she did. She was dressed in a black jumpsuit with black boots. She knew she was a head-turner, but still, that didn't make her feel any better.
"Are you coming?" Citirina's voice called from downstairs.
"Yeah," Ara said, taking one last look around and picking up her bags. Here we go she thought.
* * *
"You've got to be *kidding!*"
Malachite's eyes closed briefly at the news. This was so unfair. After all he'd put himself through, the long haul turn around from badass vamp to reformed Daybreaker he had this thrown at his face. "Talk about karma," he muttered sourly.
Lina looked over at him in surprise. "What's the big deal? We've got some new vampy coming to play, it's not the end of the world."
Malachite's black eyes bored into her calm blue ones. Out of all the people in the safe-house, she was probably the one he liked the least. She was too brash and spoke too much with little regard for people's feelings. Not exactly what he would have expected from a Daybreaker.
"You wouldn't understand," he answered, stalking off. He stood on the balcony outside his room, staring at the lights of the small Californian community of Elmfield. A cool breeze was blowing through his long black hair. If he had been human, gooseflesh would have risen on his bare arms. He wished he could feel the weather.
"Are you okay?" The voice was soft and caring, full of love and concern, and also a note of caution as well. Malachite sighed as he felt a slender arm wrap itself around his as his soulmate joined him, trying to pull him to her.
"Lina said you freaked at the mention of the new girl."
"I did /not/ freak!" Malachite snapped angrily. "Lina doesn't know what she's talking about."
Yanna's head tilted to one side, her silvery hair spilling over her shoulders. "Are you sure? You can tell me."
Malachite couldn't look at her. He'd changed so much to make her happy, but there was still so much about him she didn't know. "It's - well - this - forget it." He couldn't tell her, not now, not ever. There were some things she was better off not knowing.
Yanna sighed, taking the hint and leaving him alone. Something had to be done. The last thing he needed was Ara showing up and blabbing his secrets to everyone.
* * *