DISCLAIMER:THE ONLY THING THAT BELONGS TO ME IS AURELIA AVYLON,EVERYTHIN' ELSE BELONGS TO...ERM...WHO MADE THE VAMPIRE SERIES AGAIN...EITHER WAY...IT BELONGS TO THEM!
Aurelia walked outside her apartment and stood on the veranda. It was just about 8 P.M. On a cold, October's night and she was just about ready to go down to the university where she worked and lecture some dumb-ass students. Art students, to be precise. Aurelia sighed lightly as a warm fog rolled off her tongue. She then reached inside her pocket to find a pack of Malbro cigarettes. As Aurelia fiddled to get a smoke out, she thought deeply about the students she taught. She only started lecturing about a month ago and already ended up not only having the noisiest class but also the one that's the worst at English, which by the way, is the subject she teaches. Oh, and as well as that, she got stuck with being their class mistress. Things just get better and better, don't they.
When she finally got her cigarette out, she quickly patted herself for a lighter. Unfortunately, there was none, but that didn't hold her back from lighting the damn thing. With a sharp snap of her fingers, Aurelia's thumb-tip caught fire, allowing her to successfully light her cigarette. Aurelia puffed on the smoke while clenching it in her teeth. She always embraced the death-and-cancer-bearing, lung-clogging nicotine with no fear, mostly because she knew it couldn't harm her. She was already dead. Why should she care about a little smoke in her lungs? That's right. Aurelia was dead. She bared neither pulse nor heartbeat. The only human things she carried along with her were her cold smile and her icy-blue, dead eyes. This is all natural in the Kindred world, though. As a vampire, Aurelia is unable to show happiness. No, wait, rephrase that. Aurelia is unable to show emotions not only because she's a bastard but because of a mental disease she had as a human. As well as that, a vampire under the strict (and forced) rule of the Camarilla must be cool, strong and take everything in stride. Sans emotion and feeling.
Since Aurelia's a vampire, one might wonder of what clan this cursed kindred may belong to. Well, this kindred is no normal vampire. She is one of a legendary breed. A clan that is said to have died out over fifty-thousand years ago. This clan is said to be the strongest of the strong as well as the richest of the rich. This dead clan was called the Avylon clan, named after the fabled Isle of Avalon. Aurelia is said to be the rumoured 'last Avylon'.They say that the true Avylons can only be distinguished by their golden blonde hair. The hair colour and name was the only way Aurelia was known as an Avylon vampire. The legendary clan was not only a breed of kindred, but a large family. They were much like their sworn enemies, The Giovanni, except the fact they did not believe in incest, forbidden resurrections, homophobia and family feuds. Either way, the only things that didn't make the Avylons a saintly clan is the fact that most of them are either Italian Mobsters, Underworld bosses or drug addicts. In a way, simply being an Avylon kindred is a sin, for, all vampires are sinners, but really, who gives a shit. Having the ability to control fire is but the simplest of the Avylon's powers. Fire may burn a normal kindred's skin to ashes but an Avylon is supposedly tempered from that same hell-fire, making them more resistant to these scorching flames. Avylons can still be burned, though, just not as bad. Aurelia, on the other hand, hates getting burned. Just the slight feel of heat can cause her to faint. Nobody knows why though. Other that fire-control, the Avylons can change shape. They can have a pick from any animal in the world. They can also not only change any individual part of their body to an animal part but also communicate with them, causing the animals in the world to bow to the Avylons as their superiors. As their Gods.
Aurelia continued smoking her cigarette while she thought of the Avylon family bloodline. Here, in the partial outskirts of Hollywood, Aurelia lived peacefully in one of the most luxurious and overly-spacious penthouses she could find. It was situated in a hilly area which overlooked the whole of the famed city. The penthouse was, of course, expensive beyond belief, but to Aurelia, it was nothing really. Because of her extremly wealthy lifestyle back when she was a child, the blonde kindred thought of the million-dollar apartment as a small, cheap place to live. Even though it as the most expensive and exclusive penthouse to own in the whole of Hollywood, Aurelia bared with the fact it was the littlest costing thing she had ever bought. That and a pack of Bubble Yum from the Red Dot. Still, through the days in this seemingly 'cheap' apartment in the well-off part of town, Aurelia lived in an almost ignorant and quiet bliss with her dog and cat, Percival (Perci) and Lucy (*Little Luc).
Aurelia continued getting lost in thought until her phone sounded off.
"Time to leave.."Aurelia whispered to herself as she threw the half-smoked cigarette off the balcony,not giving a single fuck about any innocent civilians that might be maimed by the small,flaming torpedo.
Yep, Aurelia was a major douchebag.
She then proceeded to head out of her apartment. Well, not before she collected her bag and rubbed Percival's belly. Pennbroke University was situated in Downtown L.A, not too far away from where she was. She was sure she'll get there in time to yell at other students for being three seconds later than her. Oh, the joy of being Professor Avylon.
*Little Luc- Luc Is Pronounced Like 'Loose'