Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic and I'm proud of it. You might
notice that my writing doesn't really reflect my personality.but who cares.
Please read it. I don't care what you think of it-just tell me in a
review. If you like it, I'll write more and if you don't like it I'll
still write more.
Songfire stirred, her eyelashes fluttering open as she moaned with exhaustion. She was momentarily disoriented as she observed her surroundings. She had been sleeping draped panther-style over a tree- branch. Then it all came back to her; the chase of last night as she ran away from her past, the cold, almost sympathetic yet still condescending eyes of the witch Dominique, who had told her about her mom, and then her mom and the horrible death that had befallen her.
She jumped down from the tree, grateful for the physical shock as she hit the ground. She didn't care that an ordinary girl would have broken her legs falling the distance that she had. There were many other things that were different about her too. Starting with the fact that most girls at the age of 16 didn't have their moms brutally murdered of course. There were other things too. Most girls had fathers. Most girls as rich as she was knew how their parent(s) had earned their money. Songfire also had the feeling that most girls would react differently to their mother's death as well. She didn't care; she knew or cared about was the need to find her mother's killer, and find out why he did what he did. She had a feeling that such information would be vital to her future, yet she did not know where to begin her search.
While she had been thinking and remembering, Songfire had begun to walk through the forest. Now she was moving along an imagined path at a pace that was approaching a run. Somehow she knew where to put her feet; it felt like an invisible hand was guiding her. Her rebellious nature would have meant that she would change her path, but somehow she didn't. One way was as good as another at this point, and the near grief of her mother's death stole the fight away from her.
Soon she saw the buildings of a town rising above the trees. There were still a hundred yards or so to go before she reached the back of the nearest building, but she would not go further until she thought her decision over more. She collapsed unmoving on the ground as a blond girl approached her, having spotted her somehow from the town. She only wished for death now, uncaring as to how it came.
The vampire approached with puzzlement in her black eyes. Who was this foolish mortal, to come so close to the vampire community unprotected and unarmed. It was better that she was killed now, to prevent the torture that may be inflicted at the hands of her peers. It was a pity though, she thought, as she began to soothe the grief-filled mind before putting Songfire to sleep, the typical thing to do before a feeding. Somehow she identified with this girl, all alone as she was. So she was even more puzzled when the girl muttered, "Risika," as the vampire's fangs pierced her neck.
Risika continued to suck, although her prey remained awake. It was then that she noticed that it was not human blood she was drinking. She would have stopped drinking then and there, but she realized that she could not. She was trapped as surely as she had ever been.
Who and what are you? Risika mentally demanded of her captor. How do you hold me captive, forcing me to drink blood that belongs to no race I have encountered before?
"I.don't know," stammered Songfire through the euphoria that comes of being a vampire's prey.
Risika attempted to sort through the mind of her captor to get the information that she so sorely needed, but found her way blocked. The only things she could sense were the powerful emotions of this girl, a variable in the world she had been so sure of. What are you? she demanded again, hoping to get a better answer this time. How do you shield your thoughts, leaving me only your emotions, your grief?
"I don't know," Songfire said again. "The only thing I know is the grief over my mother's death and the wish to die as well, to die this death that is so like hers."
It was then that Risika understood the emotion that held her captive, and in understanding was released from this trap. Taking the now unconscious form of Songfire, Risika willed herself back to her room. She understood the predicament of this girl and could no longer kill her, although her mind ached for the answers she might never get without doing so.
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Songfire stirred, her eyelashes fluttering open as she moaned with exhaustion. She was momentarily disoriented as she observed her surroundings. She had been sleeping draped panther-style over a tree- branch. Then it all came back to her; the chase of last night as she ran away from her past, the cold, almost sympathetic yet still condescending eyes of the witch Dominique, who had told her about her mom, and then her mom and the horrible death that had befallen her.
She jumped down from the tree, grateful for the physical shock as she hit the ground. She didn't care that an ordinary girl would have broken her legs falling the distance that she had. There were many other things that were different about her too. Starting with the fact that most girls at the age of 16 didn't have their moms brutally murdered of course. There were other things too. Most girls had fathers. Most girls as rich as she was knew how their parent(s) had earned their money. Songfire also had the feeling that most girls would react differently to their mother's death as well. She didn't care; she knew or cared about was the need to find her mother's killer, and find out why he did what he did. She had a feeling that such information would be vital to her future, yet she did not know where to begin her search.
While she had been thinking and remembering, Songfire had begun to walk through the forest. Now she was moving along an imagined path at a pace that was approaching a run. Somehow she knew where to put her feet; it felt like an invisible hand was guiding her. Her rebellious nature would have meant that she would change her path, but somehow she didn't. One way was as good as another at this point, and the near grief of her mother's death stole the fight away from her.
Soon she saw the buildings of a town rising above the trees. There were still a hundred yards or so to go before she reached the back of the nearest building, but she would not go further until she thought her decision over more. She collapsed unmoving on the ground as a blond girl approached her, having spotted her somehow from the town. She only wished for death now, uncaring as to how it came.
The vampire approached with puzzlement in her black eyes. Who was this foolish mortal, to come so close to the vampire community unprotected and unarmed. It was better that she was killed now, to prevent the torture that may be inflicted at the hands of her peers. It was a pity though, she thought, as she began to soothe the grief-filled mind before putting Songfire to sleep, the typical thing to do before a feeding. Somehow she identified with this girl, all alone as she was. So she was even more puzzled when the girl muttered, "Risika," as the vampire's fangs pierced her neck.
Risika continued to suck, although her prey remained awake. It was then that she noticed that it was not human blood she was drinking. She would have stopped drinking then and there, but she realized that she could not. She was trapped as surely as she had ever been.
Who and what are you? Risika mentally demanded of her captor. How do you hold me captive, forcing me to drink blood that belongs to no race I have encountered before?
"I.don't know," stammered Songfire through the euphoria that comes of being a vampire's prey.
Risika attempted to sort through the mind of her captor to get the information that she so sorely needed, but found her way blocked. The only things she could sense were the powerful emotions of this girl, a variable in the world she had been so sure of. What are you? she demanded again, hoping to get a better answer this time. How do you shield your thoughts, leaving me only your emotions, your grief?
"I don't know," Songfire said again. "The only thing I know is the grief over my mother's death and the wish to die as well, to die this death that is so like hers."
It was then that Risika understood the emotion that held her captive, and in understanding was released from this trap. Taking the now unconscious form of Songfire, Risika willed herself back to her room. She understood the predicament of this girl and could no longer kill her, although her mind ached for the answers she might never get without doing so.
I hope you liked it. Please, please, PLEASE review it. I'll take any suggestions!