Title: Silent Legacy
Author: Rainia Wolf
Email: rainiaw@hotmail.com
Spoilers: general Night World ideas
Disclaimer: Night World belongs to LJS. Everything not recognised is mine.
Rating: 15
Summary: Viola is on the run from the vicious male vampire who kidnapped her and changed her without her permission. Hiding in a small town she thinks she's safe. But is she?
Notes: feedback always loved and appreciated greatly.
Part 1
The night was peaceful, the sky clear, littered with hundreds of tiny stars, glittering like chips of ice. Even more beautiful to Viola now she could enjoy it with her freedom
The difficulty of the escape had all been worth while. Now she could enjoy the time of day she was supposed to belong to.
After all, being a Night Person, she supposed night should really be her element. She had never been able to appreciate it before - she had never asked for it. She hadn't been given a choice.
She had decided a small town in the middle of nowhere would be a good place to hide, and Caledonia in Northern Kentucky wasn't really that bad. It seemed okay.
Viola walked around the empty streets. It was late, and hardly anyone was about. Humans or Night People, it didn't matter to Viola, but she would have to be wary of Night People. She wouldn't want any of them running back to Aubrey and blabbing on her whereabouts.
No. Viola shook the thought away. She was free. Free. Aubrey would never find her here.
She was about to head back to the apartment she was renting when faint footsteps caught her attention. She glanced around and noticed a figure passing by. He was fairly tall, brown hair, nice muscular body.
Viola stepped back into the shadows as he came closer. He stopped, looking around as if he could sense her watching him. He turned his head, listening. Viola studied his face. Strong cheekbones, sensuous mouth, eyes as green as a cat's.
"Who's there?" he called out.
Viola detached herself from the shadows, running her hand self consciously through her chestnut hair. She watched him draw in a breath. It was the same reaction she got from all boys when they looked at Viola, taking in her model perfect features, full red lips, sapphire blue eyes, lily-pale flawless skin, flowing chestnut hair shot through with strands of gold.
"Hi," she said softly.
The boy looked rather embarrassed. "Hi," he said, his smile sheepish. "I haven't seen you around here before."
Viola shook her head. "No, I'm new, I just got here yesterday."
"Will you be starting school?" he asked.
Viola nodded. When she had been a teenager - over 200 years ago - it hadn't been necessary for girls to go to school. She was looking forward to the chance of learning new things and meeting new people. "Yes, I'll be starting tomorrow, I'm Viola Redfern."
The boy's eyebrow raised. "Hey, do you know a Morpheus Redfern?"
Viola shook her head. "Quite a lot of people have the name Redfern. It's - it's a big family."
That was all she could say really, without going into the realms of the forbidden. She didn't want him to think she was crazy. How else would he react if she told him the Redferns were a clan of vampires?
"I'm Taylor Harret," he said, giving her a devastatingly handsome smile. "Maybe I'll see you around. It's late, I gotta go now."
"Me too," Viola said, feeling suddenly warm inside.
"See you," Taylor said, waving a little and walking off down the street.
Viola sighed, and headed home herself. Taylor. She liked him already. He seemed nice, and she knew from experience than nice boys were rare.
She would like a companion of her own, someone to share the night with. Maybe she could...
No! No - she wouldn't do that. It was against Night World law to change someone without permission. She would have to be in love with that person to start with.
That was a big no-no in the Night World. No loving humans. She didn't even know Taylor! All she knew was he was good looking and seemed nice.
But as shallow as it seemed, it was enough for Viola. She didn't care she was breaking the law.
But falling in love had taught her some harsh lessons in the past. That didn't mean it would be the same this time...did it?
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Author: Rainia Wolf
Email: rainiaw@hotmail.com
Spoilers: general Night World ideas
Disclaimer: Night World belongs to LJS. Everything not recognised is mine.
Rating: 15
Summary: Viola is on the run from the vicious male vampire who kidnapped her and changed her without her permission. Hiding in a small town she thinks she's safe. But is she?
Notes: feedback always loved and appreciated greatly.
Part 1
The night was peaceful, the sky clear, littered with hundreds of tiny stars, glittering like chips of ice. Even more beautiful to Viola now she could enjoy it with her freedom
The difficulty of the escape had all been worth while. Now she could enjoy the time of day she was supposed to belong to.
After all, being a Night Person, she supposed night should really be her element. She had never been able to appreciate it before - she had never asked for it. She hadn't been given a choice.
She had decided a small town in the middle of nowhere would be a good place to hide, and Caledonia in Northern Kentucky wasn't really that bad. It seemed okay.
Viola walked around the empty streets. It was late, and hardly anyone was about. Humans or Night People, it didn't matter to Viola, but she would have to be wary of Night People. She wouldn't want any of them running back to Aubrey and blabbing on her whereabouts.
No. Viola shook the thought away. She was free. Free. Aubrey would never find her here.
She was about to head back to the apartment she was renting when faint footsteps caught her attention. She glanced around and noticed a figure passing by. He was fairly tall, brown hair, nice muscular body.
Viola stepped back into the shadows as he came closer. He stopped, looking around as if he could sense her watching him. He turned his head, listening. Viola studied his face. Strong cheekbones, sensuous mouth, eyes as green as a cat's.
"Who's there?" he called out.
Viola detached herself from the shadows, running her hand self consciously through her chestnut hair. She watched him draw in a breath. It was the same reaction she got from all boys when they looked at Viola, taking in her model perfect features, full red lips, sapphire blue eyes, lily-pale flawless skin, flowing chestnut hair shot through with strands of gold.
"Hi," she said softly.
The boy looked rather embarrassed. "Hi," he said, his smile sheepish. "I haven't seen you around here before."
Viola shook her head. "No, I'm new, I just got here yesterday."
"Will you be starting school?" he asked.
Viola nodded. When she had been a teenager - over 200 years ago - it hadn't been necessary for girls to go to school. She was looking forward to the chance of learning new things and meeting new people. "Yes, I'll be starting tomorrow, I'm Viola Redfern."
The boy's eyebrow raised. "Hey, do you know a Morpheus Redfern?"
Viola shook her head. "Quite a lot of people have the name Redfern. It's - it's a big family."
That was all she could say really, without going into the realms of the forbidden. She didn't want him to think she was crazy. How else would he react if she told him the Redferns were a clan of vampires?
"I'm Taylor Harret," he said, giving her a devastatingly handsome smile. "Maybe I'll see you around. It's late, I gotta go now."
"Me too," Viola said, feeling suddenly warm inside.
"See you," Taylor said, waving a little and walking off down the street.
Viola sighed, and headed home herself. Taylor. She liked him already. He seemed nice, and she knew from experience than nice boys were rare.
She would like a companion of her own, someone to share the night with. Maybe she could...
No! No - she wouldn't do that. It was against Night World law to change someone without permission. She would have to be in love with that person to start with.
That was a big no-no in the Night World. No loving humans. She didn't even know Taylor! All she knew was he was good looking and seemed nice.
But as shallow as it seemed, it was enough for Viola. She didn't care she was breaking the law.
But falling in love had taught her some harsh lessons in the past. That didn't mean it would be the same this time...did it?
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