Seren

Born from a moon pebble dusted by the stars and the pure water of an untouched stream, Seren was left in the pool of water, giggling and moving her small hands to splash in the water until a Nymph found her and nursed her like a mother. A year after her appearance in the stream Seren was whisked away from the Earth again, the year there was 1168, and it would be twenty more until she returned.

Her people where watchers, immortal on the earthly plane, they enjoy decades or centuries here until they wish to return and age until death. On their plane she grew and learned of her powers, how to wield them for protection, she watched the other creatures on Earth from her classroom, watches fae and nymph dance around trees and have sex with humans, and others of their kind. She saw vampires being made and destroyed, werewolves form a pack, witches heal with glowing hands, she even watched one of her own—banished-Xana replace a human child with her own.

In 1187 she returned to her stream, and began to watch. She learned languages and dances, admired warriors and queens, saw death and war, felt loss and love and hate. After almost 1000 years, Seren has decided to join a friend in Louisiana for the time being. She needed some down time, and small towns were always her favorite to watch. So much drama in such a little space.

Picking up her cell phone as she turned off the ignition of her black SUV, Seren dialed her friend Alys' number. She had bought the land when her friend began calling her and asking her stay near her for a while, and had the house renovated in preparation. Fixing the house was necessary, it had laid abandoned for many years, but she bought it because she because she would own a piece of land with woods and a small stream.

When the quarter nymph answered her phone it was in a bright and cheery voice, half singing the words "hello Ren".

"I have just arrived, and will be unlocking my door in a few moments, and do you know what awaits me once I do that, Alys?" Seren's voice was velvet smooth and had the hard edge of an ancient tongue that clashed with how old she looked.

"No, what would that be?" The voice on the other end of the phone was that masked in false innocence.

"That would be boxes, and I would hope I could have some help?"

"Only if you promise to come out with me tonight."

Seren rolled her eyes at her friend's tone while she unlocked her door and looked at the boxes that were stacked neatly in a far corner, almost all of them marked 'fragile'.

Alys wanted to attend a vampire bar, and not for fun. In small towns and villages over all over the world with close nit vampire-human relationships, they had formed alliances. Donations of blood in exchange for protection from other vampires, for those willing to take part in such a thing. Slowly, it had gained recognition, it worked by keeping random attacks down and accidental deaths were lower, there was a lot of talk about it beings implemented into larger cities in the very near future. With that in mind, Alys would need help choosing the vampire she let bite her.

She was barely nymph, the entire bloodline would most likely never be passed down again, but it was there inside of her, and she had some powers. Nothing noticeable to most, very in tune with nature to the point where she could make plants flourish and a amazing sex appeal when she wished it.

Seren on the other hand had no need for vampiric protection, she was her own. She had, of course, had run ins with vampires over the years, and she took very good care of herself when faced wit the less than friendly ones.

"Of course I will," she replied while throwing her purse on the plastic covered sky blue couch.

"I don't want to be drained," Alys said after a long pause, her voice lowering as if a vampire would hear her, at noon on a Wednesday.

"Then we'll have to find one that's at least two hundred years old. Old enough to control themselves but not old enough to place the scent or taste." Seren didn't want to mention it, but she also thought they would be old enough to stop themselves from the effects that nymph blood had on the undead.

She saw, once, when she was younger a vampire drain a nymph and how it worked like an aphrodisiac on the fanged woman. She had followed her and watched as the vampire almost met the sun in her frenzy to find enough release.

"You'll help?"

"Only if you get moving"

"I'll be there in thirty minutes" They said their farewells and Seren opened the first box on her floor, and started unwrapping small ancient items and placing them on her mantel.

Her people liked treasure, but what humans saw as 'treasure'—a jeweled broach, an old portrait from a well-known and long dead painter—a xana saw as memories. Some items where hers, originally, others she had found amongst battlefields and she took from places that meant a lot to her.

People wrote off her things as something that was so obviously normal for someone in her profession that it didn't even seem strange to them for her have them. She was once a curator for some of the largest museums in the world, but has since moved into being someone of an expert of artifacts.

Professors, anthropologists, archaeologists all sought her out to identify items, time periods and if the thing was real or not. She had recently been invited to partake in a program that attempted to find vampires and reunite them with personal items. Family crests of long dead lines and things of that nature.

She had only finished with one and half boxes when her door opened and a perky longhaired brunette walked into her house. They hugged, it having been years since they saw each other in person, and each let out high pitched squeals.

After several hours of unpacking and putting away and ripping plastic off of furniture Alys laid on the couch drinking her water and looking at her old friend smiling at a small makeshift doll, smoothing out its hair before placing it on the shelf. "I'm hungry, and we need to get back to my apartment so I can get dressed."

Seren thought about it, she hadn't even been up stairs to unpack any of her clothes yet. "Why don't we go to a restaurant and then go shopping for a few outfit for tonight? Shoes and all?"

She kept things from ever time she had ever lived through, most of which served as elaborate Halloween costumes now, but she had always enjoyed shopping for clothes, and she had noticed Alys' nerves striking her throughout the day and felt that the girl could use some retail therapy.

So they headed out, Seren following Alys, stopped at a restaurant in the center of Shreveport and then walked to various stores around the area, passing the bar a few times on their way.

They got dressed in Alys' apartment, the girl having chosen a royal blue mini dress and matching four inch heels, doing their make up and hair. Seren wore a very simple mini burgundy colored dress and black six-inch heels with silver colored spikes on them.

They had very different body types; Alys was voluptuous with hourglass curves and an impressive bust size that had many a female jealous over her 23 years, while Seren was small, petit even, with soft curves.

Seren had very long hair; it was bright blonde ever so curly and ended, like her dress, on the back of her thighs. She straightened it as best she could and put in a high ponytail, she wasn't going for flashy tonight. Tonight she needed to be there for her friend as she attempts to embark on a mission that could change her life forever.

Seren drove them the two miles to the club where they stood in line for fifteen minutes before they reached the front. Alys had been commenting on how it always amassed her how well Seren walked in, and occasionally ran in, very high heels. Alys' feet where already starting to hurt with the constant standing, but Seren didn't seem to mind at all, waving her hand to her friend and saying "when you've been wearing them as long as I have it's nothing."

The vampire at the door, a woman wearing bright pink latex, eyed them up and down while she took their ID's. She waved them through but followed their movements with her eyes, an attention that Seren didn't fail to notice.

Alys got a cosmopolitan and Seren a cranberry and vodka and they took a seat at an open table near the center of the room. Alys scanned the bar openly and Seren did it in a very subtle manor. "Can I guess an age?" Alys asked, a hint of mischief in her voice.

Seren let out a light laugh and nodded her head, she had, over the years, became rather good at estimating within a hundred years a vampires age by the way they act, by the air that they carry around with them.

Alys was excited; she turned to Seren and nodded to a vampire leaning against the bar, an man of average height with messy black hair and a cocky smile, "uhm, 100?"

Seren laughed again, looking at the man and the way he sniffed the air as humans walked by, subtly, but not completely. "I'd say less than that, but not by much. He isn't completely subtle with his looking yet."

"Well, okay, the one on the throne." Alys said, a little dejected at her friends estimate.

"Okay?" Seren didn't want to look before she gave her guess, didn't want to give anything away with her reaction and make the girl second guess herself.

"He's older then most, obviously. So about 800?" She looked at her friend for conformation, a sweet smile playing on her face.

Seren looked over at the vampire in question, took in his short blonde hair, how he seemed to lord over everything, not just the bar, and his height. She couldn't be certain but she thought him over six foot tall, but when she saw his eyes, blue as the ocean should be, she knew.

He looked at her as well, took her in, allowed his eyes to find hers again and when they did she inclined her head a bit as a show of respect and acknowledgement, and without completely looking away responded to her friends guess.

"Alys, I would say that man is much older than you think."

I have taken the Myth of the Xana and tweeked it to my own pleasures, wanted to build a character and a myth from the foundation of what I found.

Seren means 'Star' in Welsh and her nick name, Ren, means 'Pure' in Swedish .

Alys is just another, and older, way of spelling Alice.

I have decided to ignore the upcoming season (season 7) and everything that will happen it in unless, once the season, airs I can fit it into my own story.