Chapter one/Prologue: "The girl with the red eyes"
It was her final jump before she decided that this was a good enough place to see what was going on. It wasn't easy to ignore the rather large fight that was going on outside in downtown Heatherfield. She had just returned from a hunting trip, the iron taste of blood still clinging to her teeth, when she heard a loud roar in the distance. Freerunning through the city she noticed that she was one of the very, very few who actually noticed that some flying people were fighting against an enormous snake. And even from here it puzzled her why she was the only one to see this fight. Although she noticed that one of the billboards on top of one of the office buildings showed an ironically cartoonified version of the battle. From the billboard she could make out that there were five girls, five fairies fighting the snake with the 5 Greek elemental powers; fire, earth, water, air and Quintessence. It didn't take her long to figure out that they were the Guardians of Kandrakar. She decided to merely watch and observe.
Near the end of the battle the giant snake was reduced to nothing and the five girls were victorious. At the same time she could feel a magical signature coming up from behind. Well, not it's magical signature, but rather the stench of something that has been half digested and been thrown up. She turned her head to see a towering figure with long pale hair and a purple robe stand behind her. He was covered in a somewhat greenish slime and it was dripping off him on the floor. For the most part he seemed to be ignoring that and any fact.
She didn't worry too much, though. No human could ever catch or capture her.
They looked for a moment at each other. She scanned his being and he seemed to inspect her as well, in his own way. It was clear his magic was Kandrakarian based, unlike hers.
"You… Have red eyes…" The man muttered, slightly surprised. "And what is an adorable little girl like yourself doing here? I am surprised that you could see that all. That was a very powerful glamour and you watched right through it. How come?"
"And you smell like the insides of a giant snake." She replied jokingly, although the smell reminded her that it was far from a joke. She was curious why he was inside of a snake and what was generally going on.
Rather than an annoyed reaction or anything negative at all, he seemed even more surprised when she started to reply. As if she wasn't supposed to reply at al.
"It's been a long time since I heard anyone speak Metamorian so fluently." The man said. "Forget the "little girl" part. You must be eons old."
She was surprised at first, but then reminded herself at one of her most characterizing abilities. It was no wonder this man saw her as something she wasn't. She had to grin. This man was so stupid. She couldn't blame the Kandrakarian, but he was stupid none the less. As she grinned she gave him another piece of her false origin. She found it quite musing to tease the man into believing she was something she was not. Not even close. As she grinned, she made sure that her fanged carnivorous teeth were properly visible.
"So it's true. You are a vampire." The man muttered. "It's been a time since I've seen one of you. May I ask your bloodline?"
The girl rolled with her eyes. For once she gave truthful information. "I have none. Or at least, no clan to return too."
"Well, I could use someone like yourself at my court."
"At court? You, coming from the bowels of a snake, having a castle?"
"Sort of." The man replied. "Of course, I need to retake it. My pesky little sister and her Guardian friends have captured it. If you help me, I'll make you my right hand. With all the perks included; a home, hunting grounds, diplomatic power and of course a proper supply of fresh, human blood."
At first she wasn't interested in his bargaining. She already had a home, and blood. She wasn't a vampire but she needed blood anyway. No, she wasn't interested in his offer until she realised something peculiarly; the man was an enemy of the Guardians. The perfect enemies for something she longed for a long, long time.
She looked up at the man. "What happened to your previous right hand man?"
The man sighed. "He ate me."
The girl grinned broadly, out of muse as well as to show off her fangs to threaten him. "Double cross me, and you're going to wish I ate you."
AN: If this feels familiar; that's correct. I'm remastering "The Magichinan Blood" from scratch. Now includes more complex magic system, less plot holes (I hope) and the same ol' me*. ^^
Sorry if some people are somewhat Out of Character at the moment. I haven't been writing with W.I.T.C.H stuff in ages, but I should soon get the hang of it again.
I hope you enjoyed this prologue! More is to come soon!
Thanks for reading and see you back next chapter!
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*Spelling and Grammar are still Bleh
**This story is M-Rated for... Well... I dunno. -^(-.-)^-
Just for the sake of it. It's probably T-rated, but I feel safer to say M up front anyway.