October 31st, 2000 New York, New York
Darkness was a benevolant mistress. A tall broading figure breathed it in as his eyes reflected a darker night in the air. Wearing black pants a button up white business shirt and comfortable long black business jacket. Snatched off some victim of wall street. Marlow watched the people in calculative speculation and meticulous schemes. The woman beside him was eager for the hunt.
The raven haired beauty that Marlow had taken in as his protege. Iris. He moved out into the night with the pack close behind him. Sending them out into a building of party going kids, the squeals and screams easily ignored by the people who passed partying on the street. Celebrating Halloween.
Marlow slipped into a secondary stairwell but stopped seeing the occupant of the small spacious apartment as they played in practice with swords. Some kind of song playing and he heard her singing. She wore black pants and a black tunic shirt like swordsmen used to wear wearing mid shin length boots. Leather forearm bracers. At first he thought it was a costume but he put a hand out stopping and silencing Iris as he watched.
They were fake swords either, the shirt was complete with a corset cincher and hugged the lithe frame of her body. Skin complexion a soft pale kissed tan. Her face was soft with being young like his Iris. Hair long auburn red it was up an tied back. He watche her till she finished putting things away undoing the pony tail her rich auburn red hair spilt across her shoulders. Nearly reaching her waist. Ears pierce she had a single earring cuff in her left ear. Bangs streaked as she turned stretching. Still humming.
Iris felt antsy stainding there, she wanted to hunt. It was her joy and called to her but she had to deny it suddenly feeling Marlow go stiff beside her and lean closer, expression one of someone seeing a ghost.
Marlow was about to let Iris go for it but saw her face, Arctic blue eyes a light of their, lips having the softest barest pout. Her! Marlow stared at this mortal ...this..rhea. Moving into the light in confident but quickening strides she turned as he got to her tensing up to feel her face taken by the strange man in her apartment.
Feeling nails trace like some kind of taloned creature. His teeth were sharp like a sharks and she was staring into pitch black eyes. Yet somehow with the expression on his face was like one about to break, someone lost. She traced his cheek frowning but feeling a remorse and compassion to help this guy for whatever reason. Shivering, his skin was cold!
Feeling him lean she stared, lips captured she could taste death on him. But the force of the kiss was gentler. Breaking it she looked at him and he pointed at a painting she had worked on years ago of darkness and a pale face with no eyes but night. She looked back at him and touched slower.
Confused now more than ever. Marlow forced his tongue around his words. "Marlow, i'm your Marlow. You are the new Rhea." She blinked at the name and got out of his touch to pull a cover off a tapestry of a family tree searching and sure enough she found her great ancestor Rhea. Turning she jumped to see Marlow beside her and behind her looking up at the family tree to look down on her.
Looking back to the tapestry he reached out tracing his nail putting in Rhea's death date and him beside her. Looking back at her. He saw her name on the tapestry too, the only girl of her generation. Lillian Brooke. Marlow put her hand on him and move so her back hit the wall. She couldn't feel a heart beat and his skin was nearly ice cold. She had heard of such things in fairytales.
Her own heart racing she felt her sash belt slipping to see him pulling it to get away she felt him hold tighter that his lips traced her own as he stared down into her eyes moving into her and to the side she took slow steps back. Marlow breathed in deeper and she even smelt the same. Using his foot to close her bedroom door tugging the sash gave way and fell.
Glass around them broke making him break his gaze and kiss to see others and he hissed at them to back off. Turning she was gone the bedroom door open he took off after her. Looking around the elevator closing as he caught sight of her. He moved flying practically down the stairs.
Lilly caught her breath in the elevator holding tightly to her knives. Jesus christ what the hell was that?! She screamed in her mind. Vampires couldn't be real....could they? The ding of the elevator coming down to open up sounded and she moved out of it and froze nearly dropping her knives. Pools of blood ran like rain starting rivers, bodies littered everywhere. Some still thrashing as dark figures mawed them like some kind of grizzly. Two turned their head sharply looking at her. Slanted eyes of night feral.
Sharp teeth like razors or needles bathed in the blood of those around them. Hissing with some deviled grin of glee. Lilly felt her stomache churn and she wanted to toss her cookies trying not to breathe in the smell. Shivering and taking slow steps back for the elevator. Too late.
They charged after her and she felt grabbed and slamned as a crack resouned and pain that blazed like living fire she cried out. Then between the sting in her eye she saw the one that had said his name tear into the other two before he kneeled a little cut up and his strong hands and arms collect her as he picked her up after pulling her arm so another crack resounded an her arm was relocated.
Feeling the world blur she gave up and rested into and against Marlow passing out finally. Marlow watched his new Rhea. Leaving into the night hissing to go with the clan as the dorm set fire. Forever to hide the evidence.
