Yo All!
I wrote this chapter as fast as I could when I wasn't being distracted by my 6 month old niece or my new pokemon game!
oh, um!
Louis- Louisiana
Ian- Scotland
Bridget- Ireland
I think that's it!
BTW thank you for reviewing! I love it!
Honey Honey Honey,
You're the death of me
Won't stop holding my head down
Baby Baby Bady,
You never let me
You've got a dark heart
You've got a cold kiss
It was a very sunny day, some who weren't used to the weather might even say blinding. A woman who appeared to in her early twenties, dressed in a grey half tank top and a pair of standard issue army cargo pants, sat on a park bench watching a little league baseball game from afar. She had curly dark hair that reached to her lower back, a straw cowboy hat sat on the top of her head casting a shadow over her aviator sunglasses with a mirror finish. She had a gnarly looking scar on the crook of her neck and a beautifully done lily tattooed to look as it was growing out of the tender pink flesh.
A large black and white Alaskan malamute came bounding up to her and sat at her feet and barked happily. The woman smiled and patted the dog on the head, it had one black eye and one blue eye, this made the woman smile a little more.
"You weren't quite strong enough to ward off the poison!" Francis explained as Miranda stared into mirror in shock, she hand woken up after having what had been described as a bad fever for two days to find one of her eyes was now an ere bluish grey color. "I'm afraid it's permanent, but it kind of works for you!"
"Kida!" a petite girl with silky brown hair and mocha colored skin called out to the dog and he ran to his side. "I'm sorry, was he bothering you?"
"No, not at all!" the woman replied as the dog bounded to her side, her voice was sweet and silky laced in a southern plantation accent.
"Mia, are you okay?" a tall boy with silver hair and pail skin walked over to the girl and clasped her gently around the waist and pulled her into a kiss.
"No darling!" Mia replied and the two walked off with the dog tow.
The woman went back to watching the little league game, she could hear the distant sound of cheering as she drifted off into a memory.
"Basically there are three types of human: those with white magic in their blood like the Druids and the Wiccans, who become vampire hunters, those with black magic in their blood like Satanists and Voodoo Witch Doctors, and finally people with no magic in their blood who are just normal humans!" Louis, one of the three boys who presided in the house, explained as Miranda walked up to home plate (a throw pillow they had taken from a couch in the sitting room and set on the floor in the large ballroom that had no purpose since no one ever came or went.
"So what am I?" Miranda asked raising the bat (a wooden bed post)
"I was getting to that!" Louis said "You have white magic, it's kind of a natural anti-biotic against vampirism- it's why a lot of you grow up to be slayers or hunters!" he threw the baseball, and Miranda swung, a loud crack rang out as she connected to the ball.
Alfred ran and caught it. "Weak!" he replied throwing the ball back to Louis.
Miranda scoffed at him.
"People with black magic in there blood, like Alfred and Mathew-"
"Who?" Miranda replied.
Louis rolled his eyes "His!" he said gesturing to the boy with dirty blond hair playing catcher who waved at her.
"Oh, Hi!" Miranda replied slightly embarrassed.
"As I was saying, people with black magic in there blood are the only one's susceptible to vampirism, a normal person will simply just die," Louis said. "Either way, when you're bitten your eye color chances to the color of your sire"
"Your what?"
"Sire!" Alfred repeated "the vampire who bites you! Yours is Francis, just like me and Mattie!"
"What dose that mean?" Miranda asked.
"Lots of things, but mainly that you become that vampire's property and he or she can do with you what he wants to, you can become anything from a slave to a lover to a child!" Louis replied.
"What about you? Who's your 'Sire'?" Miranda asked Louis who threw the ball again, she hit it and once again Alfred caught it.
Louis scoffed "I'm pure of blood! I don't have a sire, I was born into a lineage!" he said with an air of entitlement. "which brings me to another good point: only pure blood vampires can infect humans! And you can tell there're pure by the aura they give off, I'm sure you'll be able to since it someday!"
"One more strike, little girl, and you're out!" Alfred teased. Louis threw the ball and Miranda hit it with all her might sending it straight threw one of the large, ornate windows that decorated the walls.
The three- I mean four of them stood and stared at the jagged hole in the window for a moment, all of them silent.
"Run." Louis said and they all took off in different directions.
Moments later
"Tell me young lady!" Arthur hissed "Why is it, WHY IS IT! That you can't seem to do anything without breaking one of the windows!" he had Miranda buy the ear and was dragging her down the hallway to the room he had gathered the other children in (he found it was easier on his vocals if he yelled at them all at once rather than individually).
"This is only the second time it's happened!" Miranda whined. "And the first time I didn't even know people lived here!"
"Seriously Arthur, cut the girl a break, it's not like it was on purpose this time!" Francis replied. He had heard the noise and came to watch the drama, because it wasn't that often that Arthur yelled at someone besides him.
"I wasn't even there!" Miranda lied.
"Nice try, the others sold you out!" Francis replied a little too gleefully.
"Of course they did!" Miranda sighed "Could you let me go, I'm bleeding!"
"What? Oh, God!" Arthur replied releasing the girl's ear, when he noticed the -rather large amount of- blood gushing down the side of her face from the gash that had formed were her ear began to separate from the rest of her body. "I'm so sorry, dear!" he replied pulling a cloth napkin out of his pocket and pressing it to the wound. "I think this may consummate as your punishment!"
"I'd say!" Francis replied, "You made her bleed!"
"Oh, like you're one to talk!" Arthur yelled. "You made her your personal food supply!"
"excusez-moi? I do that out of necessity! What purpose did pulling her ear off serve!"
"um… I'm felling a little…" before Miranda could finish her sentence she collapses.
"You seem familiar, love, have I seem you before?"
The woman jumped out of her flash black, her head snapped over to the red headed who was suddenly sitting next to here on the back of the bench, a cigarette hanging from his lips. "Ian!" she gasped. "Don't do that!"
"I take that as a yes, could you tell me were darling, I can't quite put it together!" Ian replied.
The woman snorted and took off her glasses revealing her two different eye colors. "You better be joking you God dammed sheep shagging-"
"Now darling, we're in a park, there're children about!" Ian replied pressing his hand over Miranda's lips. "Watch your language! You sound like my baby brother!"
Miranda slapped Ian's hand away "How did you find me?"
"Well, darling, when you're the type of person that I am you learn how to make connections!" Ian replied pulling a package of cigarettes out of his pocket. "do you smoke?"
Miranda didn't answer, she just reached over and plucked a cigarette out of the box and reached into her pocket for her lighter.
"I always knew you were going to be a smoker!" Ian replied proudly, "From the fist moment I saw you I just knew!"
"So ware's your lovely wife?" Miranda asked taking a long hard drag.
" Arthur has a brother?" Miranda replied, her curiosity had been peaked when she heard a knock at the door and she and Louis had ran to the door to find a tall red headed man with a soft slender red headed woman on her arm and Francis who had a very tight grip on Arthur who looked ready to kill everyone in the immediate vicinity.
"Two!" Louis replied. The two were peeking around the corner of the hall way not entirely sure they were allowed to get close.
"So that short woman is actually a man?" Miranda replied.
"No! why would you think that?" Louis replied. "That's Bridget! She's Arthur's sire, she's also married to Ian!"
"That's messed up!" Miranda said.
"Oh, it get's worse!" Louis replied. "Arthur and Bridget were married at one point- she was even pregnant with his child- and then she ran away with Ian!"
"You're right, that is worse!" Miranda replied. "And a little whorish!"
"Arthur, you should teach your children that just because they're standing behind a wall, doesn't mean that I can't hear them!" Bridget sighed.
"The little women and I are having a small falling out!" Ian replied.
"You don't say, Scotty! Is it because you call her 'the little woman' because that would do it!" Miranda snapped.
"No that's not it at all!" Ian replied.
"Then what?"
"I may have insinuated that maybe just maybe women were, in fact, too emotionally unstable to get the right to vote!" Ian laughed weakly.
"You realize that you're lucky to have both your testacies right?" Miranda replied bitterly.
"Yes indeed!" Scot replied. "but I'm not here to exchange pleasantries, darling!"
"Then why are you- oof!" Miranda was interrupted by all the air being knocked out of her lungs as Ian tackled her to the ground, bearing his fangs.
"I'm here to kill you darling!"
