Six (Rephaim)
Neferet said that her blood needed to be spilled.
Oh, there are so many fun ways to make that happen.
What should I do to the Red Vampyre Priestess?
Hit her?
Rape her?
Oh, decisions, decisions.
Will I draw out her death or-
"No killing Ravenmocker. Or I will kill you."
Ah, the reassuring words of my queen.
Okay.
Make it quick then.
She won't notice.
"Where are you, Rephaim?"
There's my cue.
"Right behind you."
She turns around and I-
Stop.
Because she hugs me.
Me.
But why?
"I'm so glad you're okay."
"Why? What am I to you?"
She looks startled.
"Rephaim? What's wrong?"
I feel strange.
Why do I feel...concerned?
"When I tried to find you through our imprint, all I found was Darkness."
Imprint?
"Imprint? I would never let you drink my blood."
She looks crest fallen. Then angry.
"What the hell did Neferet do to you?"
"Do not speak of my queen that way!"
I try to strike her with my claws.
Disclaimer: P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast are the magnificent writers of House of Night. I only claim this fanfic :3
