Dawn Of The Dark Side
Chapter One
A young woman, with raven-black hair and icy-blue eyes silently moved through the shadows. She took care in avoiding the moons silvery light, as her bear feet once again made contact with he red-painted deck of The Nocturne.
"Grace," A soft voice called out, into the cold darkness of the night. "Gracie! The feast is about to start, you do not want to be late!" The voice rang out, louder than before, as the exasperated women strode out onto the deck.
With the speed of a cheetah, the woman with ice-blue eyes jumped out from the shadows. Her hair whipped around her face, as she sent a hard kick to The Nocturnes part-time figurehead's head.
No sound was made, as the soundless-attacker caught the older woman's body, before it hit the hard wooden surface. Quietly, the dark-haired foe laid the unconscious lady down in the shadows, before standing up.
A smirk tugged at her lips, as her long hair shimmered in the moons light, before shortening into a short bob, black locks of hair morphing into striking-blonde. Stealing the beautiful figurehead's image.
It was time to make her move.
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The donors sat opposite their Vampirate partners, chatting together quietly as the soft music continued to flow. Grace Tempest sat opposite the Vampirate guru, Mosh Zu, her emerald green eyes searching the packed room.
"I wonder where Darcy could be, it's not like her to be late." Mosh Zu commented, in a low voice, also looking around feast-room. There was still no sign of the said woman.
"I wouldn't worry; Darcy is known to have a bottomless closet. She's most likely choosing an outfit to wear." Grace replied calmly, while fiddling with long strands of her auburn hair. "She always wants to look her best on feast-night."
Nodding, the Vampirate guru rubbed his shaven head, a small smiling tugging at his lips. "Here she is now," His female companion followed his gaze, and sure enough, Miss Flotsam was sitting opposite her donor partner. She looked stunning, as usual. She wearing a beautiful navy-coloured cocktail dress, her tidy nails painted black, and she wore minimal make-up.
The feast continued, in its normal fashion. The donors eating the delightful food that cook had made for them, and then returning to their cabins, with their Vampirate partners, where the sharing would begin.
But all the while, Grace Tempest could not shake off that something was wrong, very wrong. The auburn-haired teenager padded silently back to her cabin, which was right next door to the Captain's. But he had not yet returned from sanctuary.
"Hello, Miss Tempest." The coldness in her friend's voice startled her, even more so than the way she had been addressed. Spinning around, Grace came face to face with the part-time figurehead.
"Darcy..." A shiver ran up the young girl's spine, as shocking blonde hair grow rapidly, while black streaks ran from the blonde roots, becoming the dominant colour. Deep Brown eyes flickered with orange and red flames briefly, before changing to iciest blue.
"Who are you?" Grace's voice quivered slightly, as her eyes trained onto the mysterious woman's sharp incisors. Her head was spinning, as she realised how much danger she was in, once more. The woman was a vampire! She certainly wasn't a crew member of The Nocturne either.
The older woman drew closer, bearing her fangs, as her eyes changed to black, flames dancing within them. "I'm your worst nightmare, Gracie!" She giggled, as she trapped her pray within her arms. Her eyes narrowed dangerously, long eyelashes casting a shadow on her high cheekbones. "If you so much as squeak, I'll kill you. Is that clear, little girl?"
Before anything else could be said, Lorcan Furey burst into the room, followed by Darcy-The real Darcy. "Let her go now," Lorcan ordered his tone low and menacing. However, his demand was ignored, as the foe laughed malevolently, vanishing in a thick, black mist.
A last harsh whisper was heard, before the room fell silent, "You should talk to your wife with respect, Lorcan..."
The whole room was silent. Not one word was exchanged from either of the two Vampirates. Grace was gone. Now, how were they going to get her back? Darcy turned to her long-haired friend, closing her wide, dark-brown eyes. Did he know anything about the mysterious woman that took their friend? The part-time figurehead thought he did.
"Okay...Lorcan, I need you to talk to me. I know you're a private person, but I need to you to tell me everything." Pausing, she took a deep, shuddering breath." And then, we can go seek advice from Mosh Zu...He'll help us think up a plan to get her back." Darcy reached her hand out to his, gently curling her fingers around his, and lightly tugged him over to Grace's bed.
They both took a seat on their auburn-haired friend's four-poster bed, sitting in complete silence for what seemed like an eternity. Just when the blonde-haired female thought that her words hadn't gotten through to the Irish vampirate, he sighed quietly, but began to explain.
"I met that women when I was fifteen...Her name is Robin. She had brought her fathers horse into my families stable...for us to look after for a while. Robin and her father were travelling to Dublin, to see some family members." Lorcan said quietly, his sky-blue eyes glazed over. "For the next year, I saw her around four days a week. Robin and I would talk, about anything and everything, and we soon grew to be very, very close."
Darcy did not interrupt, but listened closely. Her coffee-brown eyes stayed fixated on his mouth, as the words he spoke poured from between his lips. "Just before we turned seventeen, my mother and her mother suggested that I and Robin get married...I have to admit, I was planning on proposing to her before they suggested it..." His low voice trailed off momentarily, as if to remember everything that had happened in greater detail.
"I did ask Robin to marry me, and she had more than happily accepted, and we 'tied-the-knot' on her seventeenth birthday. But not long after, I caught pneumonia, and died...I don't remember much after that, but I guess she's mad at me for dying..." Lorcan finished off his explanation, and placed his head in his hands.
"Oh..." The blonde woman voiced lamely. Darcy didn't know what else to say, but she gently wrapped her delicate arms around his shoulders, and drew him into a tight hug. "We'll get Gracie back Lorcan, no matter what, we will...She's as tough as old boots…"
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Robin prowled around The Vagabond. Long black hair curled elegantly, caressing her back and shoulders, sharp blue eyes taking in her surroundings, once more. Lady Lola would be expecting her soon, with a basic report of how her secret mission went.
She knocked lightly on the Captain's door, whilst quickly smoothing out any creases in her beautiful blood red taffeta gown. "Come in," Lola Lockwood's soft voice sounded, through the wooden door. The younger Vampire turned the gold doorknob, pushing the door open and closing it softy behind her.
"The mission went as planned, I hope?" Lola's warm brown eyes sparkled in the dim candle light, as she looked up from her maps. Robin nodded, a smirk spreading across her lips, as she sat in front of her Captain's desk.
"Yes, Captain. Miss Tempest is in one of the spare cabins. She is tied up, so there is no chance of her escaping." Robin replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "If you don't mind me asking, Ms Lockwood, what do you plan to do with her?" She asked, curiosity coating her gentle voice.
Lola laughed, pouring herself and Mrs Furey a glass of blood, from a wine bottle. "No, I don't mind at all! You after all, have played an important role in my plan." She brought the blood-filled glass to her lips, taking small sips of the crimson liquid. Robin was listening keenly now, frosty-blue eyes fixed onto the coffee brown orbs of her superior.
"I won't tell you now, of course. But I will do in time." Lady Lola smiled, her long sharp fangs becoming visible. Robin laughed. She could wait until Captain Lockwood decided to tell her.
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Connor held Jasmine's small hand within his larger one. Neither one of them spoke, but instead watched the sun slowly set over the Pirate Academy. The sky was a mixture of orange, red, yellow and golden clouds.
Jasmine decided to break the on edge silence, her mesmerizing lime-green eyes watching him intensely. "Connor, I know something is upsetting you…" She started, cringing at the scathing glare he sent her way.
"Min, I don't want to talk about it." He cut her off, before she could speak again. He ran his fingers through his messy auburn hair angrily.
"Connor! Please, hear me out." She closed her eyes, continuing her speech. "Look, I know whatever it is that's bothering you; you're struggling to cope with it. Tell me, please. I won't tell another soul, Please Connor…"
"Jasmine! Just drop it!" Connor ripped his hand free from hers, standing up. "I don't want to talk about it, so just stop it!" He spat, ignoring her wounded expression as he stalked off.
Bo Yin had witnessed the argument, from her spot up in one of the palm trees. She sighed quietly, fiddling with her ebony hair. She gazed at Jasmine Peacock, cynically. She couldn't help how angry she felt, Jasmine's is Conner Tempest's girlfriend, and she should be more sensitive to his feelings. She sighed sadly, gazing at Connor's retreating figure. Her would never love her.
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