TheForgottenSheikah: Ehhh... I dislike what I wrote for the first few chapters so I redid them! The OFC has changed in appearance a little and I went with the 'Vaun is a Born' thing. So Quinlan and Vaun will have *ahem* parts. 'Tis a head-canon. This is still a Quinlan/OFC/Vaun FF.
Anyways, onto the prologue!
(Chapter Edit 1/27/2015)
Tokyo, Japan
February 12th, 2014
4:30 A.M.
The animated streets of Tokyo faded away like ghosts back into darkness as the morning grew near. Pale blue eyes witnessed this beyond their reflection through the glass panel from the traditional style penthouse. The man looking down upon the emptying city stood rigid, mimicking a marble statue he so much resembled.
His broad shoulders were not slack as his mind trailed down the thousand paths of memories he had acquired throughout his impressive life span. How the world was changing...
Quinlan sighed, his chest rattling with the fleshy viper hidden beneath his tongue. He hated being stuck in a concrete jungle for very long. The never ending lights, hard roads, ear numbing noise, and foul air made Quinlan irate. Both halves of himself longed for the days past when there were grassy hills, dense woods all beneath darkness and stars.
While the dhampir enjoyed the advances in weaponry thanks to technology, he believed that mortals lost their humanity somewhere in the process. Nature and simplicity were tossed aside like hindrances. It was a tragic mistake Quinlan thought.
Which is why he wanted to stay in Kyoto but here they were due to his beloved's pouting. Once he informed her where they were traveling, she immediately became excited for visiting the capital. But that spark was short lived as Quinlan corrected her thus earning him her displeasure. She listed every time they left their home was to a location of his choosing and how she never got to pick. Every fact she stated held truth so he receded and allowed it.
That lead them to their current lodgings and littered sitting chair with bags from various stores. He had purchased his Dear One whatever she wished as he grossed an nearly infinite amount of wealth over the years and cared not for it. Quinlan bought what he needed and left the rest to be used however. She never took advantage of that.
"What ever is taking so long?" He asked, craning his neck towards the hallway.
No verbal remark was made so Quinlan felt out for her thoughts only to be greeted with a dense barrier around her mind, shutting down his investigation.
"You are very cruel to me, you know." He chuckled, resuming to stare off into the coming morning. Sleep would take them soon. He would allow her rest first and would follow once she rose. This pattern they developed at an early stage in their life; a morbid time of cages and fear. An odd feeling curled in his breast then.
Quinlan looked to the west, frosted gaze far seeing. Obviously he could see over the vast ocean but he could feel something amiss.
"The water is ready, Quin," Her soft voice called, knocking him from his foreboding.
Reaching for the remote that controlled the window shades, he pushed the button and walked away as they descended. His bare feet made no sound as he crossed the Tatami floor, passing the plasma TV left on for background noise.
Quinlan entered the washroom to be greeted by a cloud of steam. Why she ran the water so hot he'd never understand. Perhaps it had something to do with the temperature of her body as it was lower than his by some degrees...
He could almost not make out her alabaster form within the hot mist she'd created if where not for her midnight dark hair. She was already inside and washing her tattered locks, not acknowledging his presence. Quinlan shed his clothes, folded them neatly beside her own and stepped in. The water only came up to his navel as it skimmed the bottom of her breasts.
The hybrid waded in the bathwater for awhile before taking the place behind her. He gently took the soaked strands from her pale hands and began to finish the job for her. The woman's skin was no near as marred as his. There were cuts and burns scattered over her body but a certain mark near her neck and lower breast -one in the texture of sharp teeth and a rather intimate meaning- always ignited a tiny flame of anger in his belly.
Quinlan rubbed his fingers into her scalp, making her shiver. He discovered this little trick when they both were so much younger but it still worked every time. He wondered if she felt the disturbance as well. But he found himself reluctant to ask as these periods of ease did not come around often.
She purred and leaned backwards into his solid chest. "Thank you..."
He clicked back and resumed his task. "Hmm... Did you feel anything strange earlier?"
The woman nodded, weaving her hands through the rolls of water. "Faintly but it was indeed peculiar."
She tilt her head, a mirror image of himself yet softer and more delicate, looked to him. Her eyes so much like his own blinked once. "Do you think it is him?"
He gently returned her head in its original position. "I cannot say for sure. There's probability as it's been silent for near on five centuries."
They had been tracking that monster since that dreadful night in southern Italy. Neither could have any peace whatsoever as he sent his minions or himself after them if they settled. Although she joined willingly, Quinlan's search was fueled by a thicker flame of hate.
"I have to know more. Do you have your mobile near?" He removed his hands from her locks as she moved to the corner of the massive tub. She retrieved the tiny device and held it out for him to take. "Why do you require mine?"
He picked it from her claw tipped hand. "I do not feel like emerging to retrieve it." As meaningless as the bath was for their kind, he enjoyed the activity and her presence so he held no wish to exit.
She frowned. "Do not ring him. You'll only upset him."
Quinlan smirked as he opened the internet browser. "Fret not Dom. I am merely... how is it put these days?" His cool visage turning to a confused stare.
Domitilla, Dom for short, grinned. "Surfing the net." She rolled her eyes when the phrase left her mouth. "But I find that saying silly." Domitilla dove beneath the water to rinse her hair of shampoo.
He agreed as his scrolled over the most reliable sources of news. Which in current times there was quite few in number. Europe had nothing to offer and most seemed well enough.
Japan was thirteen hours ahead of New York any updates would be relatively new. The same issues plagued their headlines. Quinlan shook his head. Humanity was growing more and more horrid.
Domitilla resurfaced, wiping her sensitive eyes of the water. "Find anything?"
He growled, returning the phone to her. "Other then the mortals are losing their damned minds? No."
She laughed. "Well, we'll be cautious anyway yes?"
Quinlan nodded and brought himself out of the bath. Domitilla settled on the rim, arm carelessly thrown over. He pulled his attire on. "Dry yourself and prepare for bed. Morning is coming." She sighed. "I feel it." Her ivory skin always crawled when the sun approached more and more over the horizon.
"We'll go home tomorrow as well. In case we're needed."
Droplets of water hit the granite floor as she removed herself from the bath. "As you say, brother."
Whatever this eerie sensation was, he would find it. Perhaps they would finally have to go and stay in America for a bit. His fangs gnashed together as he thought of this. Her presence wouldn't solely be his for much longer. But he had to know if it was him. Peering out of the corner of his eye, he watched Domitilla. All feelings pushed aside, this was for her.
He would protect her. His beloved, the mirror to his soul,
His sister.
New York City, America
February 13th, 2014
Midnight
It was midway into the night of New York City, the lights blocking out all but the moon. Vaun gazed up at the hidden stars from a rooftop. He had lived here for three centuries and still had not become used to the dark, blank sky. It made the world feel smaller to him. The Hunter sighed, shoulders at a slouch. He often missed times past when the skies were not obscured by buildings of steel and the air clearer of toxins.
The space next to him was occupied and not a void of absence.
Vaun growled and straightened his stature. He didn't have the luxury to afford his thoughts to wander. The stock was thinning and his Masters needed constant substance. Tonight, they ventured out to round up humans that were healthy but not to be missed. The batch of mortals usually consisted of criminals to those without homes and families; always careful when picking females that they were barren.
A nerve was pinched. There needn't be anymore of his kind... Torn between desires of blood and companionship. A taxing existence, one of unfufillment and regret. On the precipice of a world that was black and white, pure breeds and outcasts. He was in the middle, the grey, a half breed. Belonging truly nowhere and having no one to call family. Yet there was one who made his horrid life matter. But she no longer was beside him. By order of his lords, which pleased her kin, they were separated. That night nearly killed him.
Vaun.
He looked downward to the figure clad in black protective gear. It was a strigoi, hand picked by the Ancients to serve under their command that Vaun followed. They were the only company he had in the underground base. So in reality, he had none. Their minds ensnared and personalities locked made them no better than corpses.
What is it?
It pointed towards a small group of humans; their seven forms glowing in his thermal vision. He picked up their scent on the winter wind. Gun powder and chemicals hidden underneath the strong odor of cologne. Vaun scrunched his nose. He hated that smell.
They'll do for now. He signaled for the pack of six to move forward, weapons ready in case necessary.
They approached, deathly silent onto the unsuspecting gang. Once they were in range, Vaun nodded once. The strigoi descended upon them without the usual shriek of attack that others made. Curses in English and Spanish were directed at them in the surprise. Before any gun could be fired in retaliation, the humans were disarmed and bagged. Most fell quickly to the skill he taught that was passed down from his mentor.
'Mentor indeed...'
They rounded the criminals up and began to shove them into the second vehicle. The larger male of the gang managed to shake the other Hunter's grip. He started to remove the cloth bag when Vaun intervened. He came up behind the man and smacked the back of his skull with the end of his gun, dazing him. Vaun was rewarded with more foul language.
"Shut up." He growled, tying the man's wrists and shoving him into the SUV.
It drove off leaving Vaun with the remaining two Hunters in the alley way. They would go back once they fed. He could feel their excitement from getting the humans morph into the phase of hunger. Being half, Vaun did not to drink as regularly as his cousins and possessed tighter control on the urges. Opening the door, Vaun paused before entering. A perplexing feeling tickled his spine. Amber eyes glanced about his surroundings.
Nothing.
'That can't be.'
His grip on the frame turned iron. Something was wrong...
TheForgottenSheikah: Hi again! I hope you guys are okay the minor changes but if you're new, I hope you liked it :) Please tell me what you think!