This is being written due to requests, and my cursed inspiration. This is
placed in the future and is in the POV of Linaein. Sorry to those who
thought the sequel was going to be in Jiendoala's POV. Throughout the story
you will see what had happened in the past years, how Adrian and Korbin's
plan turned out, and a few surprises even I did not expect. Please read and
review, I'd really appreciate it. Well, me and Keila would. She is my muse.
Enjoy Chapter One!
A/N: If you have not read Disturbed Awakenings, it would be wise to read that first before this. This would ruin the story this is based after.
A/N again: This title was given to me by Moonlitdemon. She is a great writer (*wave*) and I would really love it if you checked out her work, I don't even hold a candle to it.
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"Get up." The woman's voice snapped at me as I gripped my dagger hilt in my right hand, my body sprawled against the floor. Within a moment I flip around and do a back spring to bring my back to my feet. My eyes dart over to my spare dagger that I had dropped earlier, but Adianna's dagger swipe sent me into a duck. I slunked down, swiped her legs from under her, and was on her in a split second, my dagger at her neck.
"Better?" I breathed heavily, my pale blond hair matted to my head. I had practiced with Adianna Vida since I was able to hold a dagger, or at least until her mother had died. It has been 22 or so years since Sarah Vida's change into the world of vampires. And it has been 17 years since I was brought into that world.
"I suppose," the Vida replied as I stood up off of her and slid my dagger back into its sheath. Although I was human, probably the most pure blood human on this planet, according to Madrina Macht, I have also been one of the most talented human vampire hunters since Turquoise Draka, my aunt. I smirked to myself as I picked up my dropped dagger and twirled it between my fingers expertly. Turquiose was a vampire now, changed by Nathaniel, who was changed by Jeshickah, who changed Jaguar, who changed my father. We were practically family, right?
Adianna was gorgeous, even at the age of 36. Her mother had died at the hands of Nikolas and her own daughter six years ago. Back then, I was only 11 or so and yet as fast as a pure blooded witch my age. My strength was right behind as well. When my sister had taken the vampiric blood out of me, she took the darkness and only left me the light. Slightly vampiric strength was what remained. That was the only thing I am able to thank my sister for.
"What weapon now?" I questioned, running my fingers over the various weapons that hung on the wall; presents from my 'father'. He was the one that named me, and yet I have not set eyes on him since I was barely a year old. He had been a slave in Midnight and had been brought near death by Jager, the leech that had my sister and my mother all but hostage. Of course, my mother is at Midnight with my father, but there was a catch to their children's survival. In order for us to live, my twin had to live with Jager. No doubt she was as harsh as he was now.
I can't remember the last time I have seen my sister. I have heard from other vampire hunters that she looks like Jager's own daughter. How wrong could they be? His blood coursed through her veins, or at least the vampiric taint in her aura showed it. How could the hunters know that she was actually the daughter of Korbin, Master of Midnight.
"Whip," Adianna answered and I grabbed one off the wall and blocked her attack within the blink of an eye. "The future Master of Midnight cannot be weak in the ways of the whip." I blocked her next attack and cracked the whip on her skin just light enough to sting. I knew better than to wound a Vida.
"I'll be dead before Korbin is," I growled as I rolled back to avoid another attack. "Then again, he is already dead isn't he?" The witch smiled, which was rare in itself.
"You remember how hesitant my mother was to teach the son of a vampire?" She asked me as I missed a block and felt a small stinging sensation on my cheek. Although I knew there would be nothing, my hand moved briefly up to touch were I had been struck. Nothing.
"Yes, you used to tell me as a bedtime story," I replied. "But tell me again, it makes me feel all tingly inside." Obviously I was joking about the tingly thing. I had been here too long I believe. I have aquirred the Vida's sarcasm.
"If you insist," she answered as we continued battling. "Loreena came in with you, an albino like one year old with an aura so pure it gave Dominique a migraine. There was barely an aura there at all, or so she said. I was in Chicago, helping some human hunters out.
"She refused you at first. I mean, why would an icicle cold Vida want to take in and train the son of a vampire? Right. But that was when Madrina came in." I had not known who Madrina was, I mean really was, for several years. She was the immortal mother of all non Triste witches, which would explain why she has not aged since my memory can recall.
"Madrina explained the situation carefully. You were under life threatening conditions from the vampires of New Mayhem, Jager really. The time you spent there was kept in secret, although all the vampires could sense your sister. You were in danger because of your sister and mother. Nada pleaded with Loreena to take you somewhere safe, and you, being a child, were in danger and so the Smoke witch had no choice but to take you here."
"And then, after taking me away from my family to a place where my father nor Midnight could find me, she was killed." I straightened up and threw my whip down. As I did so, I was struck with the whip, a bit harder than I suppose Adianna suspected. I felt the warm liquid drip down my cheek and I put my pale slender fingers to my small wound.
"And in that point of the story, you get weak, like a pitiful human, and give up fighting," she said as she snatched my whip up and put the two away.
"How have you been able to hide me from my family for so long?" That had always nagged me. I mean, it's been 16 years since I have seen my family. What have the witches done to me? Adianna did not turn around but tossed a towel behind her shoulder.
"Your aura takes care of that for you," she replied as she opened the door to the large basement. At the top of the stairs there was Robert,a relatively strong human vampire hunter. He had been more of a father to me than anybody. Infact, he was the only human I know.
"Linaein, good to see you again." Robert greeted as he came down further. Adianna really did not like him, so he kept his eye on her while their bodies brushed each others. She still blamed him for leading Sarah against her own kind. All the boy wanted to do was to kill Nikolas and save his sister, who was now a nice normal woman now. After Kairbre had killed Kaleo to save one of his last human relatives left(*cough* spoiler), she had been released of his bondage.
That was what I was training to do. Kill Jager and save my mother and sister. But of course I haven't told anyone. Everyone can see it in my eyes.
"Likewise," I answered lightly as I put pressure on my still bleeding wound. Maybe it was deeper than I had thought.
"Well, ready to go and have some fun kid?" I stared at him for a moment, pondering what he meant by that. "Las Noches kiddo. Time to make your first kill there." I nodded.
"Let me get more situated." He knew what that meant. I had learned to carry weapons like a Vida. And considering I only had slacks and a t-shirt on, my attire would not conceal many knives.
I went into my room, a large cut off section of the basement. It looked unlived in, but that was home. I had the albino like aversion to light. Another side effect of my lost blood bond to Jager.
If anyone hates Jager the most, it would be me. I have lost my life as a normal human in the world of innocence, and my family thanks to him. I was not just going to kill him for me, but my sister and my mother. I would not do a thing for my father. He is my enemy, a vampire. No matter how much he cares for me, I despise him. Had he been a wise slave, he would not betray his whole life and become what he had feared.
Pulling off my t-shirt, I replace it with a skin tight crimson beater, which I slid a knife in a sheath on my back under that shirt. Then I changed into black loose fitting jeans. Just around the legs, not the waist. Gave me flexibility in the legs but kept my pants up. Specially made at that. To finish off the ensemble, I pull on steel tipped combat boots and slipped two daggers there, then throw on a leather jacket. With a quick swipe of gel in my almost white hair to spike it slightly, I slam the door behind me.
"Ready," I tell Robert. He sees me and smirks. I have heard from hunters that I look like a vampire when I want to. Adianna says with my frail aura it senses like a Triste witch's aura. Or so she says. I never met one before.
"You should get little Loreena to heal that before you go," Robert adviced me as we made our way upstairs. Caryn had named her daughter after her grandmother, Loreena Smoke. Although Caryn had started her own line, the Mayhem Line ironically, she still considered herself a part of the Smoke family. I can only guess the reason why Caryn had named her new line that was because Aubrey's power was the one that tainted her aura. And that meant that little Loreena Mayhem had the aura taint as well.
"No problem," I turned to see 14 year old Loreena standing there, looking cute in her baggy blue overalls and white long sleeved shirt. She was barefoot of course, she always was. "Come here Linaein." I walked over to her and leaned down for her to put her hands over my cheek. Then I felt the magick flow into me. It was rather peaceful. "There, all better." She smirked and I kissed her forehead. "Now don't you hurt Aubrey now," she warned me teasingly as I made my way back to Robert.
"I won't purposely. But I will if he tries to take a piece out of me." I said it jokingly, but I was completely serious. If any vampire tried feeding off of me, they were marked dead.
"Let's go kid," Robert pulled me into the car and drove off before I could have a chance to close the door. We were in Acton Massachusettes, and we were driving to Ramsa New York. From there we would have to walk to New Mayhem.
"This is gonna be a blast," I stated as I pulled on a pair of sunglasses and leaned back in my car seat. An old Audioslave cd was in the old beat up car stereo. CDs were so last decade. I mean, it is 2023 after all.
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So, what did you think? Horrid? I liked it. Please read and review, thank you everybody!!
A/N: If you have not read Disturbed Awakenings, it would be wise to read that first before this. This would ruin the story this is based after.
A/N again: This title was given to me by Moonlitdemon. She is a great writer (*wave*) and I would really love it if you checked out her work, I don't even hold a candle to it.
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"Get up." The woman's voice snapped at me as I gripped my dagger hilt in my right hand, my body sprawled against the floor. Within a moment I flip around and do a back spring to bring my back to my feet. My eyes dart over to my spare dagger that I had dropped earlier, but Adianna's dagger swipe sent me into a duck. I slunked down, swiped her legs from under her, and was on her in a split second, my dagger at her neck.
"Better?" I breathed heavily, my pale blond hair matted to my head. I had practiced with Adianna Vida since I was able to hold a dagger, or at least until her mother had died. It has been 22 or so years since Sarah Vida's change into the world of vampires. And it has been 17 years since I was brought into that world.
"I suppose," the Vida replied as I stood up off of her and slid my dagger back into its sheath. Although I was human, probably the most pure blood human on this planet, according to Madrina Macht, I have also been one of the most talented human vampire hunters since Turquoise Draka, my aunt. I smirked to myself as I picked up my dropped dagger and twirled it between my fingers expertly. Turquiose was a vampire now, changed by Nathaniel, who was changed by Jeshickah, who changed Jaguar, who changed my father. We were practically family, right?
Adianna was gorgeous, even at the age of 36. Her mother had died at the hands of Nikolas and her own daughter six years ago. Back then, I was only 11 or so and yet as fast as a pure blooded witch my age. My strength was right behind as well. When my sister had taken the vampiric blood out of me, she took the darkness and only left me the light. Slightly vampiric strength was what remained. That was the only thing I am able to thank my sister for.
"What weapon now?" I questioned, running my fingers over the various weapons that hung on the wall; presents from my 'father'. He was the one that named me, and yet I have not set eyes on him since I was barely a year old. He had been a slave in Midnight and had been brought near death by Jager, the leech that had my sister and my mother all but hostage. Of course, my mother is at Midnight with my father, but there was a catch to their children's survival. In order for us to live, my twin had to live with Jager. No doubt she was as harsh as he was now.
I can't remember the last time I have seen my sister. I have heard from other vampire hunters that she looks like Jager's own daughter. How wrong could they be? His blood coursed through her veins, or at least the vampiric taint in her aura showed it. How could the hunters know that she was actually the daughter of Korbin, Master of Midnight.
"Whip," Adianna answered and I grabbed one off the wall and blocked her attack within the blink of an eye. "The future Master of Midnight cannot be weak in the ways of the whip." I blocked her next attack and cracked the whip on her skin just light enough to sting. I knew better than to wound a Vida.
"I'll be dead before Korbin is," I growled as I rolled back to avoid another attack. "Then again, he is already dead isn't he?" The witch smiled, which was rare in itself.
"You remember how hesitant my mother was to teach the son of a vampire?" She asked me as I missed a block and felt a small stinging sensation on my cheek. Although I knew there would be nothing, my hand moved briefly up to touch were I had been struck. Nothing.
"Yes, you used to tell me as a bedtime story," I replied. "But tell me again, it makes me feel all tingly inside." Obviously I was joking about the tingly thing. I had been here too long I believe. I have aquirred the Vida's sarcasm.
"If you insist," she answered as we continued battling. "Loreena came in with you, an albino like one year old with an aura so pure it gave Dominique a migraine. There was barely an aura there at all, or so she said. I was in Chicago, helping some human hunters out.
"She refused you at first. I mean, why would an icicle cold Vida want to take in and train the son of a vampire? Right. But that was when Madrina came in." I had not known who Madrina was, I mean really was, for several years. She was the immortal mother of all non Triste witches, which would explain why she has not aged since my memory can recall.
"Madrina explained the situation carefully. You were under life threatening conditions from the vampires of New Mayhem, Jager really. The time you spent there was kept in secret, although all the vampires could sense your sister. You were in danger because of your sister and mother. Nada pleaded with Loreena to take you somewhere safe, and you, being a child, were in danger and so the Smoke witch had no choice but to take you here."
"And then, after taking me away from my family to a place where my father nor Midnight could find me, she was killed." I straightened up and threw my whip down. As I did so, I was struck with the whip, a bit harder than I suppose Adianna suspected. I felt the warm liquid drip down my cheek and I put my pale slender fingers to my small wound.
"And in that point of the story, you get weak, like a pitiful human, and give up fighting," she said as she snatched my whip up and put the two away.
"How have you been able to hide me from my family for so long?" That had always nagged me. I mean, it's been 16 years since I have seen my family. What have the witches done to me? Adianna did not turn around but tossed a towel behind her shoulder.
"Your aura takes care of that for you," she replied as she opened the door to the large basement. At the top of the stairs there was Robert,a relatively strong human vampire hunter. He had been more of a father to me than anybody. Infact, he was the only human I know.
"Linaein, good to see you again." Robert greeted as he came down further. Adianna really did not like him, so he kept his eye on her while their bodies brushed each others. She still blamed him for leading Sarah against her own kind. All the boy wanted to do was to kill Nikolas and save his sister, who was now a nice normal woman now. After Kairbre had killed Kaleo to save one of his last human relatives left(*cough* spoiler), she had been released of his bondage.
That was what I was training to do. Kill Jager and save my mother and sister. But of course I haven't told anyone. Everyone can see it in my eyes.
"Likewise," I answered lightly as I put pressure on my still bleeding wound. Maybe it was deeper than I had thought.
"Well, ready to go and have some fun kid?" I stared at him for a moment, pondering what he meant by that. "Las Noches kiddo. Time to make your first kill there." I nodded.
"Let me get more situated." He knew what that meant. I had learned to carry weapons like a Vida. And considering I only had slacks and a t-shirt on, my attire would not conceal many knives.
I went into my room, a large cut off section of the basement. It looked unlived in, but that was home. I had the albino like aversion to light. Another side effect of my lost blood bond to Jager.
If anyone hates Jager the most, it would be me. I have lost my life as a normal human in the world of innocence, and my family thanks to him. I was not just going to kill him for me, but my sister and my mother. I would not do a thing for my father. He is my enemy, a vampire. No matter how much he cares for me, I despise him. Had he been a wise slave, he would not betray his whole life and become what he had feared.
Pulling off my t-shirt, I replace it with a skin tight crimson beater, which I slid a knife in a sheath on my back under that shirt. Then I changed into black loose fitting jeans. Just around the legs, not the waist. Gave me flexibility in the legs but kept my pants up. Specially made at that. To finish off the ensemble, I pull on steel tipped combat boots and slipped two daggers there, then throw on a leather jacket. With a quick swipe of gel in my almost white hair to spike it slightly, I slam the door behind me.
"Ready," I tell Robert. He sees me and smirks. I have heard from hunters that I look like a vampire when I want to. Adianna says with my frail aura it senses like a Triste witch's aura. Or so she says. I never met one before.
"You should get little Loreena to heal that before you go," Robert adviced me as we made our way upstairs. Caryn had named her daughter after her grandmother, Loreena Smoke. Although Caryn had started her own line, the Mayhem Line ironically, she still considered herself a part of the Smoke family. I can only guess the reason why Caryn had named her new line that was because Aubrey's power was the one that tainted her aura. And that meant that little Loreena Mayhem had the aura taint as well.
"No problem," I turned to see 14 year old Loreena standing there, looking cute in her baggy blue overalls and white long sleeved shirt. She was barefoot of course, she always was. "Come here Linaein." I walked over to her and leaned down for her to put her hands over my cheek. Then I felt the magick flow into me. It was rather peaceful. "There, all better." She smirked and I kissed her forehead. "Now don't you hurt Aubrey now," she warned me teasingly as I made my way back to Robert.
"I won't purposely. But I will if he tries to take a piece out of me." I said it jokingly, but I was completely serious. If any vampire tried feeding off of me, they were marked dead.
"Let's go kid," Robert pulled me into the car and drove off before I could have a chance to close the door. We were in Acton Massachusettes, and we were driving to Ramsa New York. From there we would have to walk to New Mayhem.
"This is gonna be a blast," I stated as I pulled on a pair of sunglasses and leaned back in my car seat. An old Audioslave cd was in the old beat up car stereo. CDs were so last decade. I mean, it is 2023 after all.
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So, what did you think? Horrid? I liked it. Please read and review, thank you everybody!!