Unnamed (10/?)
(Author: Alasia)
Callisto didn't like her. She was so caught up in her life that she had no idea what was really out there. Sure, she probably knew more about this ring than Callisto did - but the Daywalker had seen enough evil in her lifetime to know what it was. She'd walked away from her confrontation with the she-elf only because if she'd stayed she'd have honestly attacked her and drained her of all her blood and left her there, pale and lifeless next to that damned fountain.
The sun was setting, and unlike every night before, Callisto had no desire to follow Gandalf's orders and go to dinner. She sat on a secluded stone bench in the gardens, looking up at the stars, trying to decipher something out of that alien sky that looked remotely familiar. She heard the soft footsteps before she caught the she-elf's scent on the wind or heard her heartbeat. The amber eyes elf thought she could sneak up on her did she? Well, she was un for a rude awakening.
"What do you want, she-elf?" Callisto said, causing Jairah to jump and her heart rate to increase.
"How?"
"I'm more than human."
Jariah moved around to stand in front of Callisto and caught her eyes. "I don't appreciate you nosing into my business."
"You sought me out, if I'm not mistaken." Callisto replied. "Or is your brain too small to notice?"
Jairah coloured slightly. "I don't know what you are, but I don't like you."
"The feeling is mutual, girl."
"I am not a girl!"
Callisto rose, furious. "From where I'm standing you are nothing but a child! A spoiled little girl who can't look at life from a point of view unlike her own. A girl so wrapped up in her own affairs that she doesn't realize that she would be dead right now if I didn't have a powerful self-restraint!"
"Empty threats." Jairah retorted quickly.
She found herself staring sideways at the wall then, held hard against Callisto where she held her from behind around the arms so she couldn't move, one hand forcing her head and hair to one side. She felt the prick of something on the skin of her neck, right over the pulse point. Eyes wide, Jairah realized that Callisto had fangs.
"Tilt your head at all and you die." Callisto hissed angrily. Her cool breath hitting the skin of Jairah's neck and causing goose bumps to break out all over her skin. "You don't know what you're messing with. I may not know your evil, but it's evil, and long ago I swore to fight it. I was brought here for no other reason than to be out of the way in my world. I've seen my share of demons, girl. Hell, I am one, but you keep your assumptions to youself and stay the fuck away from me until you know what you're dealing with."
Callisto relased her then, and Jairah stumbled away from her, gasping and holding her throat. She turned to look around, but Callisto was gone.
* * *
Callisto slammed the door to her chambers so forcefully that the wall shook briefly before going back into its unmoveable state as she took off her duster and threw it over the back of her chair before moving out onto her balcony. She gripped the railing until her knuckles turned white. She was furious with herself for losing control and snapping at the girl. That elf was probably only a few years younger than her, but her closed views on the way the world was made her seem like a child.
The Daywalker heaved a sigh before tying her long pale blonde hair back and leaning her elbows on the railing and cupping her chin in her hands. She stared out into the valley with a blank look on her face. Out of the corner of her eye she say a flash of green and brown. She spun, catching watever it was that was taking a shortcut through her room. She came face to face with the petite frame of a wood nymph. Callisto scolwed.
"Who are you?"