Hey guys! Thanks so much for the reviews! They are greatly accepted! I'm introducing a new character in this chapter, and continuing with…*her* Since she has no name as of yet. Thanks again for the reviews and I hope you enjoy this chapter, just as much as the first.
Sincerely yours, Rashel.
When she opened her eyes to see sunlight streaming in through the window. She could see the dust moats swirling through the air. She tried to remember where she was. She had come here after she had…killed. For some reason it felt like it should have been unsettling, but it wasn't. She didn't care for this person she had bled, she could easily push the thought away. He hadn't been like her so… why should he have been allowed to live?
She stretched like a cat, walking to the only door in this house(the front door) and opening the it. It had been raining judging by the state of the now almost completely ruined front porch, if you could even call it that. It had completely crumbled away from the foundation. The few boards that were left looked like they could fall off at any second.
She shrugged and jumped over the remnants, and continued off toward the road. The grass was knee high and tickled her bare shins. Every experience was new and exciting. The sun shining down on her skin was warm and comforting. She couldn't remember this, not one bit. She looked up into the sky to see only blue and she sighed, why couldn't she remember the sun on her face, or the wind in her hair, or even the feeling of being. Her eyes moved down back to her ring, or was it the mysterious voices ring? What was it? The Green-Blue stone shone in the sunlight and she smiled.
She reached the road and remembered that she had removed her shoes the night before. The road was a simple country road, small somewhat pointy, gray rocks. The rocks didn't bother her in fact they felt comfortable almost like walking over a bed of moss. She bent over, finding herself quite flexible, and she picked up a pebble. It was soft and yet pointy. That bothered her. She crushed it between her fingertips releasing a fine gray dust into the air.
She began to walk, no idea where she was walking to, or from where, but it gave her time to think. The little pebbles no longer bothered her feet, she forgot they were there and she didn't even notice them at all. By now she felt like she should have had a sun burn. She was hot, uncomfortably, and she just wanted it to go away. Sometimes thinking was the worst thing you could do.
"You lost?" A voice said from behind her and she spun on the spot in surprise.
It was a tall man, pale, with deep green eyes ash-black hair and absolutely beautiful.
"Damn your not human." He cursed. "I was so hoping for a snack!"
She looked at him somewhat confused. He didn't smell appetizing, he smelt, sort of like herself. His eyes scanned her and stopped on her ring he looked shocked all of a sudden and then composed himself suddenly.
"Wait, you have a lapis lazuli? How did you get that?" He said grabbing her hand and turning it in the light to see the ring.
She pulled her hand back. "I got it... from… I don't know. None of your business." She stammered. She looked at his hand which had an almost identical ring the only difference was it was set in gold, unlike her which was in silver.
"Uh huh." He said looking deep in thought. His eyes sparkled when he looked at her. He was thinking something but she couldn't tell what.
"Who are you?" He asked snapping out of his thought. He waited just a little. "Well? Aren't you going to introduce yourself?" He asked somewhat stubbornly. She felt like he was one of those people who would take offense to silence. He wasn't used to not being obeyed.
She looked down to the ground not wanting to talk to this new strange man who was so beautiful.
"I know you're a newborn, now where's your sire, or I'm going to have to kill you so he gets a message."
"Sire?" She asked her head snapping up. "What's a sire?"
"What?" he asked sounding shocked. "Your sire left you?" He paused. "Wait, you don't know what you are?" He sounded like he didn't believe her.
"I guess." She said. He had advanced so he was only about a foot away. She looked up through her hair which had fallen in front of her face. It gave everything a dark colour, tinted like her hair, now in the light a deep brown not a black. Her hair wasn't black… That surprised her, she stared at it.
"Well, I could use this in many ways. But it is likely your sire made you and then realized what he or she had done. He left you, a new vampire, with no memory. With no knowing of fighting, or of even how to defend yourself." He said. The man stepped forward and brushed the hair from her face, then circling her. She looked at him and by his reaction, his face became soft. "I could kill you and take your power through your blood, but since you are new there seem no reason to do that since not much power is there yet, also you are quite interesting, I wish to find out why you cannot remember anything." She realized he worded things oddly. Where was he from?
"Hey newborn." He said like he was going to ask something. "How about I take you, as it is said, under my wing. How does that sound?" He asked now looking out over the field to the right.
She said nothing but walked over to him and looked out over the field.
"I don't…"
"Think of it this way," He said interrupting "if another vampire like me finds you you're not going to be as lucky. They may kill you, just because. We're monsters, you can't ignore that, But we can be…kind, or at least I can. So whadd'ya say?" He tilted his head slightly down to her.
"I guess so… when you put it that way. And by what I can see you're not going to go away anytime soon, no matter what you say." She said looking up at him. He grinned.
"Well…" He hesitated. "Yea… I'm not going anywhere. I need something to do, might as well help a new vamp." He said with a chuckle. "I'm Dustil by the way. How about you?"
"Um…" They began to walk. She didn't know how to tell him that all her pre-vamp memory was gone, including her name. "I don't know."
He stopped her pulling himself in front of her holding onto her arms, slightly bending over so he was at eye level with her. "What do you mean? Are you just not telling me, or can you seriously not remember?"
"The last one." She said walking around him, and continuing down the road. She had such a control over her body, and it felt glorious.
"Well then," he said catching up in one bound, "we're going to have to name you."
"What?" She asked. They had both slowed walking at a steady pace. The gravel road had changed to pavement.
"You need a name, if you haven't noticed most humans, or as far as I have noticed, all of them, have names. Usually two or three."
"Huh?" She asked.
"You know first, middle, last." He explained waving his hand.
"Ok, so how do we start?"
"Pick something that relates to you. Or that shows your personality."
"Like…?"
"I don't know." He said then scratched his head. "What about Angela?"
"Angel-a" She said amused "I think someone may take offence to a monster with the nickname Angel." She smiled up to him and to her surprise his face mimicked hers. He smiled back at her.
"Ok then…" He said "Ummm how about…Rose?"
"Rose?" She asked actually considering it.
"Yeah, I mean…" He started "Your as beaufiul as one, or if I may say even more." He said more quietly looking sheepish. He was a monster in a human form that could look sheepish… He was odd.
"Rose it is." She said with a smile.
They walked for a while in silence. The pavement was hot under her feet. The surroundings changed slowly.
"How did you find me?" Rose asked looking up at Dustil.
"Well to be completely honest, I wasn't looking for you. I was actually looking for a snack…" He said his sentence dying off on the last word.
"Oh."
"Well I didn't exactly expect you to be a vampire, since I haven't met many vampires with access to lapis lazuli." He explained.
"Oh." She paused "Well obviously this little gem is more precious than I thought." Rose said eyeing the ring.
"A lot more precious." He said not looking down at her. "The ring needs to be enchanted by a witch, which is pretty hard since many of them have issues with vamps."
"What issues?" Rose asked raising her eyebrows.
"Let's just say they don't like that we can kill entire towns and some of us see it as sport." Dustil explained.
"Oh, that might put a damper on friendships." Rose said with a slight smile.
Dustil just chuckled. Rose looked over at him; there was a great sadness in his eyes. He was trying to hide it, he could hide from it if he tried, and she had noticed that emotions could be simply pushed away, but he chose not to.
They continued in silence for a few minutes. The pace had gotten quicker since they stopped talking, but Rose felt like he was slowly building up a wall to keep her out.
She opened her mouth to say something then stopped. What could she say? Why do you look so sad? Did someone close to you die?
"Did you kill the man in Chicago?" He asked looking down at her. She glanced up surprised.
"Huh?" She asked dumbly.
"There was an 'Animal' attack," he used air quotes with the words animal and attack. "On a man in his mansion five days ago. He was killed on his bed with woman's clothing near to him. The police questioned the wife, but she had an alibi. So they said it was an animal attack. The man had his throat ripped out, and he was drained of blood. They thought onto the sheets, but it wasn't stained enough. Did you do it?"
She took a minute to process it.
"I think so. I killed a man, but I didn't think it was five days ago! I killed him on his bed, and ripped his throat out…" Rose said she felt like she should be in hysterics, but the feeling didn't come.
"Don't worry, we all did that, or at least most of us, for our first kill." Dustil comforted. Putting a hand on her back.
"He tasted so good!" She said her throat becoming hot again as she thought back. The taste of the blood running down her throat, the energy it provided. It was fantastic.
"Don't they all?" Dustil said musing.
Dustil smiled. "We may just have a snack." He muttered giving Rose a bit of a crooked smile. It sent shivers through her.
There was a sound up ahead, a fat man trying to fix a car. The smell of hamburgers and French fries was all around in the air.
"That's our snack." He said directing her to the man trying to fix his car.
She looked over and licked her lips expectantly, her throat burned hotter as she reached out to smell him.
"How do you feel about lunch?" Dustil asked.
"Sounds pleasant." Rose responded smiling up at her adopted sire.