I don't own any of Amelia-Atwater Rhodes work. If I did, I wouldn't be writin fan fiction for free. If some characters are OOC or something in the story is wrong, I don't give a f. This is MY story. Deal with it.
Risika burst through the doors of Las Noches with a scowl on her face and a storm in her strut. She stalked across the dance floor and weaved her way through the dense crowd bumping and grinding on the dance floor. When she made her way around the bar, Kaei sidestepped out of her way as Risika muttered, "I need a drink." She grabbed a bottle of black liquid, yanked out the cork, and downed its contents. It was strong, and tasted bitter enough to make her reconsider another bottle. She was still thinking about last night's venture as she slumped into a stool in front of the bar. Only then did she notice Jager make his way towards her.
"Something on your mind?" he offered as a conversation starter. Risika only scoffed as she took another mouthful of…whatever she was drinking.
"I can't believe what happened to me last night," she muttered looking at the shattered mirror in front of her.
"Do tell," he motioned her to go on.
"You really want me to go into it?" she asked, looking him straight in the eyes. He nodded. "Alright," she sighed, "but I doubt you'll believe me." And with that, she began her long winded tale.
" I was hunting in the streets of Alexandria and immediately I spot this woman. Dressed in rags with knotted hair, she was gorgeous. Her hair was the color of blood but strangely, her skin was tanned. And her eyes, they were deep, clear, and blue." Risika had been confused by such contrasts in features that she thought didn't occur naturally.
"Sounds like you're in love," Jager commented suspiciously. Risika had to level her gaze for him to let her continue.
"Anyways, she kept wandering the streets alone just watching everything, the people, the empty market, the moon, the sand on the ground. It was peculiar." Risika squinted delving back into the memory. "I tried to enter her mind, to influence her, but all I found were mental shields against me, so I tried again, to break her shields. Again, nothing. Right then she look directly at me and stops walking."
"She was a witch," Jager stated the obvious.
"That's what I figured," Risika went on, "and I know witches' blood. Sweeter than anything I've tasted, better than Aubrey's. I attacked fast and hard, and she was in my grasp in just a moment. I should have known something was up when she didn't even put up a fight, but I was hungry." Risika shook her head, and took another drink, scowling again. "As I lowered my fangs down to her throat, she whispered 'please don't harm me, I beg you' and that only made me smile just as my fangs touched her skin." Risika's eyes darkened as she said, "Then everything was a blur because of the pain. Everything from my heart to my hair hurt so badly. It was excruciating. It was as if every bone in my body was breaking over and over again." Risika shook off the phantom pain she was reliving. Jager just listened with heightened interest. "I know now that she was the one who caused it, entering my mind and controlling me, but back then I could barely even think. All I could manage was to wish for the pain to stop. I don't know if I said it out loud or just with my thoughts, but as soon as I thought I was going to die from pain, her voice entered my mind. 'I will grant you the mercy you denied me, vampire, since you asked. But not again, you hear me?' All I remember was saying 'Yes' and the pain stopped as suddenly as it had come." Risika looked to Jager trying to read any expression he allowed on his face, which was impossible.
"So what happened?" he asked, curious. He knew after an experience like that, she might not have been here tonight.
"I just lay there on the ground and watched her walk away. When I could, I stood looking for my next prey. Human blood wouldn't be enough to sate me at that moment, or even help me heal. I attacked a vampire feeding on a beggar, and fed off of him."
"You seem to be running a pattern, Risika," Jager teased, referring to the fight with Aubrey. But Jager noticed that she was barely listening to him, just drinking her bottle dry. He wondered what kind of witch could do that to a vampire that could rival himself. Of course, he knew very well what she was describing. The witch had used her mental powers to enter Risika's mind and control her Chakra areas. He had seen it done, and heard it happenning to one of Kendra's line recently.
Risika had never been so open with him before, but he reasoned that he was probably the first vampire she'd met since the incident that she hadn't killed. He could see that she was done with her story for now, so he just sat next to her in companionable silence, both their minds occupied. Was the witch Triste, Vida, Arun? It would be quite an experience if he ever encountered her. His curiosity had been ignited, and with Jager, that never led to anything boring or uneventful. "So," he ventured, "what else do you know about this witch besides that she is exotically gorgeous and powerful?"
Risika glared death into his eyes for a few minutes as her only reply. She was not in the mood for annoying questions that she didn't have an answer for. The ever patient Jager only smirked in reply which he should have known would set her off. "Why do you ask Jager? Looking to add another Egyptian to your collection?" Risika's voice was drenched in sarcasm. Jager took only slight offense until he followed Risika's line of sight. Fala had appeared and was making her way towards them, in easy hearing range of Risika's words.
Fala propped herself up onto the bar and addressed Risika, "You're looking tense. Aubrey tie up another of your feline pets?"
"You'd know all about being a tied up pet, wouldn't you Fala?" And with that, Risika disappeared from Las Noches for the night. She was definitely not in the mood for anything Fala. Little did she know that the witch she had met held a long history and influence on her kind, one that only two vampires in the entire world knew the details of.