Chapter 4 Day of Reckoning
Well, it's the day of the Night of Reckoning. That's next chapter. In this, there's some flashbacks/dreams. And later we get to see Leon.
None of these people are mine; they belong to Square Enix and Jim Butcher, or Anne Rice, but they're just in there for a second.
Bold & italics- memories, dreams, or flashbacks
((me making comments and being weird))
I AM SO FREAKING SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING!!!!!!!!!!! I FEEL LIKE SUCH AN ASS AND EVERYTHING. Sorry. School's a bitch.
It was about an hour before Dawn when Armand, Lestat and Louis left. An hour before Dawn was when Myde popped some painkillers, despite knowing that they would knock him out and mess with his sleep. Shit for sleep was worth not having to deal with the dull ache where his heart should have been.
"See ya later. I'm gonna attempt to sleep off the effects of the painkillers." Myde walked almost drunkenly to his coffin.
"Effects?" Yazoo questioned. His wounds were healing nicely thanks to Myde's blood.
"Hallucinations, among other things," Thomas answered.
"'Other things'?" Riku cocked an eyebrow up.
"Ever seen a Hellion in action?" Riku shook his head. "Good. Don't want to. He's worse, so usually he goes to sleep off the effects. Course, it's usually crappy sleep, but he thinks it's worth it usually. Almost always."
((Almost always. What a concept))
A young boy was sitting on a swing by himself, watching the other kids at the park play. He slowly got off, walking away and running into another kid. They both fell down, a boy who looked like the girl's older brother helping them both up.
"Myde, be more careful, you could have hurt him. Sorry. She's such a klutz. Are you okay?" The younger boy nodded, eyes down. "Hey; what's your name?" A redhead caught up to them, smiling widely and ruffling the girl's hair.
"Squall Leonhart." Squall finally looked up and saw a boy a couple years older than the girl he had knocked down by accident, and the girl, for she was a girl, with her very dark brown, long wavy hair and big eyes, was two or three years older than he was.
"I'm so sorry Squall. I didn't mean to knock you down. I wasn't watching where I was going. Oh, my name's Myde Valentine. He's Thomas Raith and he's Reno St. Clair." The girl – Myde smiled and Squall couldn't help but smile back.
((Aw, they'd be such cute kids))
"Queen Mab. What a pleasant surprise." The young Vampiress watched the Queen of the Winter Court of Faeries walk into the bar where they were going to have a meeting.
"Very nice to see you, Myde. I suppose you have what I needed?" Queen Mab sat down at the booth where Myde sat, sipping on a beer. "By the way, you have an excellent taste in drinks."
"Thank you, and yes, I do. However, it comes with a price, like all good things in life." Signaling to a waitress for another beer, Myde pulled a bag out from under the table. "Fortunately, my price is simple."
"Yes?" Mab asked warily. Myde was the first Free Court Vampiress she had done a deal with in some time.
"In payment, I would like a glamour placed upon myself, one that would change my appearance and mask my power. That is a simple feat for one such as you." Myde flattered her. Fae and Free Court Vampires rarely dealt with each other, preferring to go through liaisons from other courts.
"A deal is struck, Myde Valentine. If you will come with me, we can finish the dealing." The two women stood up, men at the bar not quite believing what they were seeing. Goddesses. Of course, the men didn't realize that both were actually fairly close to that.
"The Glamour will lose power over time. But you should have made your decision by then."
((Mab can be scary…))
"I'm not letting Reno die. Lycans regularly kill humans, sure, but not mine." Myde gave Thomas a sharp glare, letting him know that their friend wasn't going to die on her watch. "Hey, Reno, I'm sorry, but this might be slightly painful."
Myde bit her friend's neck, drinking a little blood. She swallowed, and slashed her wrist, forcing Reno to drink her blood. Her very potent, very powerful vampiric blood. "Thomas, why did it have to be Lycans? Who do you think they were working for? Could it have been… him? To get at me?" She pulled her wrist away from Reno's mouth, giving it a little lick to kick-start the healing enzymes. She licked some of Reno's wounds, to help since he was going to be in pain from the Turning process.
"Myde, it could have been an accident." Thomas sat down next to her and slung his arm around her shoulders. Myde brushed some of the blood red hair out of Reno's face and fingered two cuts that would scar, no matter what they did.
"I don't believe in accidents. Those Lycans knew exactly where they were going. I'm going to have to hide from him. Until I'm powerful enough to defeat him, anyway." Thomas saw the determination in the Vampiress's silver-red eyes and knew there was no stopping her.
((Who is this "him" Myde refers to? Well, you'll find out later))
Myde sat up, cracking his head on the coffin lid. Muttering a few choice words, he opened his coffin, internal clock telling him it was a few hours until sunset. Soundlessly, he wrote a note to the others, telling them he would be back later. A cloak pulled off the hook, and a hat tipped low over his face, Myde left. Hot coffee, not that he needed it, sounded very good.
"Cloud, I'll see you later. I want food that won't kill me. You burn water." Leon stepped out of his dorm room while putting on his leather jacket.
"Whatever."
Five minutes into his walk, he ran into someone.
"I am so sorry. That was my fault," the person said. He was young, but not really. He was in his late twenties, at the most, with soft mahogany eyes, not unusual, with the invention of tinted contacts.
"Nah, it's my fault. Hey, uh, you want to go get some coffee or something? I know a good café; by the way, I'm Squall," Leon said.
"Sure; I'm Morgan," he replied easily.
The two got to talking and Leon asked Morgan what he did for a living.
"I'm a night man; I work at different museums after they close. Right now I'm working at the Field Museum here in Chicago. What do you do?" Morgan asked.
"Well, I'm in college for… bounty hunting." Leon was surprised when Morgan gave a small laugh.
"Human or not?" he asked, amusement coloring his eyes.
"Not."
"Which kind?" Morgan seemed genuinely curious.
"Vampires." To Leon's surprise, Morgan just nodded.
"Oh, nasty pieces of work they can be. But most are fairly good, and don't harm most humans. Except for the unlucky few." Morgan's mahogany eyes weren't watching Leon anymore they were staring at the waitress who was trying to get their attention. "Can we help you?" he asked.
"Yes, there's a couple of people looking for a Squall Leonhart, are either of you him?" The girl was nervous; something about the people scared her.
"Hey, easy miss. Don't worry, we'll handle it." Morgan assured the girl, who nodded.
"I'm Squall Leonhart. Could you send them in?" Leon asked. The waitress walked over to the men looking for him and told them where he was.
"Which one of you is Squall Leonhart?" one asked. Leon tipped his head back in answer. "We're gonna ask you to come with us."
"Sorry, but he can't do that," Morgan said, a light lilt peppering his voice.
"And who are you to tell us what to do?" the second man sneered.
"Well, I could contact the local Draculae and tell them about this, forcing you to go into hiding while they hunt you down like the dogs you are, or we could go the easy route and you leave us alone." Morgan sipped on his coffee, making an amused noise when the men, flustered by his dog comment, left, running into another person on their way out. "And there's the person I was looking for. Excuse me." Morgan stood up to go speak to the man.
"If I've told you people once, I've told you a million times. No. I'm not going to be the liaison between the High Council and the Free Court's branch in Chicago. No." Morgan sighed; he had been warned that he was unlikely to get a yes. "I am busy with some things at the moment, but I'll speak to your higher up within a month. Will you let me drink some coffee in peace now?" the man glared venomously, making Morgan take a step back.
"R-right. Here's his address and number. I'll leave you in peace now." Morgan gave a shaky nod to Leon and left.
The waitress took the man's order and went to get it. Leon, unsure of how to deal with the unusually weird feeling coming off the man, stood up with his drink and walked over to his booth. "May I sit?" he asked.
"Sure, I don't care." The man looked at Leon, gray-brown eyes tired and worn. "Well, what brings Squall Leonhart to my neck of the woods?"
"How did you know who I was?" Leon questioned.
"Everyone in my world knows who you are. Some know more than others. My name is Myde Valentine, and yes, I am the vampire who Marked you." Myde stared out the window, sighing.
"I have one question, why? Why me?" Leon was genuinely curious.
"Dear Squall, your fate lies in the balance of all of the Free Court Vampires. Right now, I'm not going to do anything. I would like to drink my coffee in peace. I have been having shit for sleep and would love to have some pure caffeine running through my veins," Myde grouched.
"I didn't know Vampires needed caffeine," Leon joked.
"You'd be surprise. It's really just a leftover thing from being human for most of us." Myde smiled calmly. Despite all the lore that sunlight would 'turn vampires to dust' or 'cause them to explode in a puff of smoke', Myde was calmly sitting direct (almost) sunlight, sipping on hot black coffee. No smoke other than what was wafting off the drink.
"You're weird for a vampire, you know that?" Leon asked, staring at Myde's amused expression.
"Thank you. Things like that are complements, you know. Well, I must be on my way." Myde stood up and grabbed his cup of coffee, downing it and ignoring the temperature. He crumpled the cup and tossed it lightly into the can. The guys at the register and the waiters/waitresses gave scores, between 9.5 and 10. Leon snorted, amused by the whole thing. Apparently, Myde did this regularly. "I will see you again, Squall Leonhart, and it may be sooner than you think." Myde smirked and tipped his hat back down so he could walk in the late afternoon sun without getting blinded. The sunlight burned like a bitch.
"We all know what Mr. Valentine is, sir. He hasn't bitten any of us, so we let him come in," the waitress who was scared before said to Leon. She placed his bill on the table, smiling at the hunter. "He's a sweet man and he tips really well, too. If he wasn't a vampire, I wouldn't mind tapping him." She gave a little laugh, red curls bouncing as she shook her head. "Can I get you anything else, sir?" she asked, still smiling.
"Ah, no, I'm good." The waitress's personality threw him off a little.
"Come to think of it, you're pretty cute too." She wrote down a number on a napkin and gave it to him winking.
Leon took it to be nice, but he shredded it when he thought she wasn't looking. ((Smart guy))
'She's insane,' he thought, giving some money to the guy at the register.
"Red scare ya? Heh. We get that a lot. Don't worry, she's harmless." The guy at the register was a bit more amused than he should have been. "Crazy, but harmless. Here's your change. Good luck."
"That time already? Well, time flies when you're having fun."
I'm sorry, I don't know which one said that last line. All I know is he has a twisted sense of 'fun'. I'm sorry, guys! I really don't know. I'm not worthy of you guys stalking me!
(Runs away…)
Reno: Did she just… you know what, never mind. She'll finish it, don't worry.
(pops back)
The waitress and the cashier are both mine, but the waitress is based off of a twisted version of my self. She's more outgoing.
(runs away… again)