WOW I UPDATED ALL MUST DIE OF SHOCK NOW!
in case anyone is wondering this is not a romance fic I am a fan of most romance, but this
is going in a different direction. Another thing believe it or not when I wrote the first two
chapters and this chapter I had never read "Interview with the vampire" oddly enough
about a week after I wrote most of this chapter and got the review that mentioned it, I
caught the tail end of a vampire movie. Intrigued I had my Mom rewind it and I watched
it the whole way through. It was interview with the vampire. Needless to say i have been
reading every book since
p.s. it still won't be the same.. heh heh.. i take most of my ideas on what is true and what
is myth from another book "in the forest of the night"
p.p.s none of the plot is from that book. MY PLOT!! *shakes fist at something that is not
there*
"YOU WHAT?"
Vrax screamed in pain as he was pinned to the brick wall of a deserted ally. Not saying a
word he tried to resist the over powering aurora of his own creator. He was slashed again
for his resistance.
'I-I Made her!"
"You insufferable ingrate!" Andarack snarled his yellow cat eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Did you even wait to give her a true name?" He took one look at the worm that was
sliding downwards into a ball at his feet. "No. You wouldn't even get that right." The
venom of his voice betrayed his pure hatred. His lips drawn back into a snarl he felt his
fangs growing sharper. He should kill the witless human lover. The making of a vampire
was not taken lightly. Even Vrax was carefully chosen even if he was a joke. The clan
leaders were alerted to the new power. Or in Vrax's case powerless. There was ceremony!
There was precautions! This.. this.. Prey! The idiot just created a power without even
asking his lord and master. Andarack who was of a line dating back to the first of the
clan. He had more power in his little finger then this slug.
He wouldn't even know, but he had felt her. He had actually felt the unguarded power
awakening. She was not yet as strong as she would be. The human essence had not yet
faded, and she knew nothing of the full existent of her powers. He could still feel her un
hidden aurora even now miles away. A faint yet growing power. She had even been
created in his very own territory. She didn't even have a name! His rage growing
Andarack kicked Vrax a few more times, adding a mental punch to each blow. Then he
mercilessly dug into Vrax ripping the information from his weaker mind.
She was a child, and had resisted the mind control of Vrax. Even a slime like him should
have been able to over power a human. This could be dangerous. This kiting could
threaten the balance of power he maintained. Snarling Andarack morphed into the wolf
like form he was known among his kind for. People would die. He was just in that mood.
Vrax lay still not even daring to shudder with pain until his creator was gone. Then he
broke down and shivered with the physical and mental agony he felt. Even if the bruises
would be gone in a few minutes, that didn't mean his damaged mind would be healed. He
struggled to his hands and knees. If he didn't rise soon he might never rise at all. Such
was the law of his world. He dragged himself to the entrance and stood on shaky legs.
Once again he willed a change. He focused all his energy in transforming. He didn't care
what as long as it wasn't human. Again he failed. He cursed himself for his weakness.
Gaz Stared into the mirror willing it not to be her. Her violet hair had turned a shade
darker and vividly it shined eerily in the dawn light. Her pale face surround eyes that
seemed to be more sunken then they used to be. Her eyes themselves were all black.
Her golden hues were gone. She lifted her pale thin hand to her face, her eyes still wide.
Her hands had too changed. Not the hands themselves, but the nails. Her nails had gone
black blending into deep bluish purples. Like some fancy nail job. Only her nails were
now razor sharp. she experimentally slashed the wall. Five deep furrows appeared. As she
gazed at her nails they seemed to shrink a little after being used. She grinned at that. Such
weapons could be useful. she looked out the window of her room. The sunlight hit her
eyes and she gasped in pain. Hissing she grabbed a pair of sunglasses she had stole from
Dib. The rays muted she felt better. It also hid the darkened skin around her eyes. If
anyone questioned this change she could kill them. This idea seemed even more
appealing then it would have been before. She now was a creature from her own
nightmare worlds. She inhaled the sent of the cool glass of the mirror. It smelled sort of
like cold sand. She placed a hand on the mirror blocking her unusually vivid image.
silently gliding in a new but natural way, she slid down stairs and into the kitchen. Dib
who had just wakened sat sleepily munching on some salty lemonade-o's. He yawned and
rubbed his eyes at Gaz who had sat down and was studying him. He stopped in mid yawn
fear starting to rise in his mind. She's staring at me. What did I do to incur her wrath
now? aloud all he said was "what?" Gaz's eyes narrowed as his thoughts seemed to glide
across the table and into her head. He feared her. What he thought he had to fear was
gone. Something much worse had taken it's place.
"nothing"She answered. One eyebrow rased in a yea right sort of way Dib continued to
eat while Gaz just stared.
Dib was starting to feel really creeped out. His sister was always creepy, but today she
had changed somehow. She was cold even by her normal standard. She also looked a bit
odd. Paler somehow, and Dib felt there was something missing, something he should
know. Still keeping an eye on her he got up and left the room.
Gaz got up slowly she walked to the refrigerator gazing at it for a moment. She didn't
feel hungry, at least not normal hunger. It was that other hunger but it was muted. She
wouldn't have to kill something for a while. It had been difficult to control even that
steadied hunger around her brother. To put it quite simply Dib smelt like prey. She had
been barely able to keep from over powering him. The vein in his neck barely visible to
humans was like a bright light in a dark room to her. The blood pumped so temptingly in
him. She could still taste the coppery flow of the cat. She liked her lips her fangs growing
at the memory. She opened the refrigerator and took out a cold soda. She popped it open
and drank. The soda tasted wrong unnatural and she spat it out. It appeared she could not
even drink that if she wanted to .
"But why would I want to?" was all her mind said. She
didn't think about her mentality about humans, and how it had changed so drastically.
Beside that other hunger had grown stronger with that one sip. as if it took more energy to
just get rid of the substance. She tossed the still full can in the garbage. She wouldn't be
trying that again.
Dib shuddered again as he walked out the door. At least it was Saturday. Time to go
spying on Zim, and of course save the world. Just like every day. He stepped into the
bright sunlight. It gave him a sense of good rightness with it's warm carefree rays. His
frown turned into a smile and he began to walk down his block. Then he felt something.
The hair on the back of his neck stood up. he turned quickly, but nothing. He was getting
very nervous but he couldn't say why. Still he slowly turned and kept walking his mind
going ten times the rate of his calmly moving feet. He couldn't say how, but he knew he
was in danger. Then he couldn't tell why, but he began to run. An insane fear spreading
slowly through him a soundless scream falling from his open mouth.
Andarack smiled. Just like the prey to run. It made it so much easier for him. This prey
though.. he needed it. He needed it to lure out the kiting. So he wouldn't kill it. No not
yet. If everything went as planned he would have the kiting kill it for him. Laughing to
himself he shifted. back to human and set out in a run. Soon soon he would have them
both and everything would be back to normal.
Gaz looked out at the sunny neighborhood, and added one more reason to hate the sun.
She thought carefully about what she could do with theses powers. one image came up
quickly. The boy. He wasn't really a boy was he. at least no more then she was just an
ordinary girl. Revenge. She couldn't answer that unasked question. yesterday she would
have killed him just as he had killed her. But now... She couldn't say. And somehow that
in it's self scared her more then anything that had happened so far.
in case anyone is wondering this is not a romance fic I am a fan of most romance, but this
is going in a different direction. Another thing believe it or not when I wrote the first two
chapters and this chapter I had never read "Interview with the vampire" oddly enough
about a week after I wrote most of this chapter and got the review that mentioned it, I
caught the tail end of a vampire movie. Intrigued I had my Mom rewind it and I watched
it the whole way through. It was interview with the vampire. Needless to say i have been
reading every book since
p.s. it still won't be the same.. heh heh.. i take most of my ideas on what is true and what
is myth from another book "in the forest of the night"
p.p.s none of the plot is from that book. MY PLOT!! *shakes fist at something that is not
there*
"YOU WHAT?"
Vrax screamed in pain as he was pinned to the brick wall of a deserted ally. Not saying a
word he tried to resist the over powering aurora of his own creator. He was slashed again
for his resistance.
'I-I Made her!"
"You insufferable ingrate!" Andarack snarled his yellow cat eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Did you even wait to give her a true name?" He took one look at the worm that was
sliding downwards into a ball at his feet. "No. You wouldn't even get that right." The
venom of his voice betrayed his pure hatred. His lips drawn back into a snarl he felt his
fangs growing sharper. He should kill the witless human lover. The making of a vampire
was not taken lightly. Even Vrax was carefully chosen even if he was a joke. The clan
leaders were alerted to the new power. Or in Vrax's case powerless. There was ceremony!
There was precautions! This.. this.. Prey! The idiot just created a power without even
asking his lord and master. Andarack who was of a line dating back to the first of the
clan. He had more power in his little finger then this slug.
He wouldn't even know, but he had felt her. He had actually felt the unguarded power
awakening. She was not yet as strong as she would be. The human essence had not yet
faded, and she knew nothing of the full existent of her powers. He could still feel her un
hidden aurora even now miles away. A faint yet growing power. She had even been
created in his very own territory. She didn't even have a name! His rage growing
Andarack kicked Vrax a few more times, adding a mental punch to each blow. Then he
mercilessly dug into Vrax ripping the information from his weaker mind.
She was a child, and had resisted the mind control of Vrax. Even a slime like him should
have been able to over power a human. This could be dangerous. This kiting could
threaten the balance of power he maintained. Snarling Andarack morphed into the wolf
like form he was known among his kind for. People would die. He was just in that mood.
Vrax lay still not even daring to shudder with pain until his creator was gone. Then he
broke down and shivered with the physical and mental agony he felt. Even if the bruises
would be gone in a few minutes, that didn't mean his damaged mind would be healed. He
struggled to his hands and knees. If he didn't rise soon he might never rise at all. Such
was the law of his world. He dragged himself to the entrance and stood on shaky legs.
Once again he willed a change. He focused all his energy in transforming. He didn't care
what as long as it wasn't human. Again he failed. He cursed himself for his weakness.
Gaz Stared into the mirror willing it not to be her. Her violet hair had turned a shade
darker and vividly it shined eerily in the dawn light. Her pale face surround eyes that
seemed to be more sunken then they used to be. Her eyes themselves were all black.
Her golden hues were gone. She lifted her pale thin hand to her face, her eyes still wide.
Her hands had too changed. Not the hands themselves, but the nails. Her nails had gone
black blending into deep bluish purples. Like some fancy nail job. Only her nails were
now razor sharp. she experimentally slashed the wall. Five deep furrows appeared. As she
gazed at her nails they seemed to shrink a little after being used. She grinned at that. Such
weapons could be useful. she looked out the window of her room. The sunlight hit her
eyes and she gasped in pain. Hissing she grabbed a pair of sunglasses she had stole from
Dib. The rays muted she felt better. It also hid the darkened skin around her eyes. If
anyone questioned this change she could kill them. This idea seemed even more
appealing then it would have been before. She now was a creature from her own
nightmare worlds. She inhaled the sent of the cool glass of the mirror. It smelled sort of
like cold sand. She placed a hand on the mirror blocking her unusually vivid image.
silently gliding in a new but natural way, she slid down stairs and into the kitchen. Dib
who had just wakened sat sleepily munching on some salty lemonade-o's. He yawned and
rubbed his eyes at Gaz who had sat down and was studying him. He stopped in mid yawn
fear starting to rise in his mind. She's staring at me. What did I do to incur her wrath
now? aloud all he said was "what?" Gaz's eyes narrowed as his thoughts seemed to glide
across the table and into her head. He feared her. What he thought he had to fear was
gone. Something much worse had taken it's place.
"nothing"She answered. One eyebrow rased in a yea right sort of way Dib continued to
eat while Gaz just stared.
Dib was starting to feel really creeped out. His sister was always creepy, but today she
had changed somehow. She was cold even by her normal standard. She also looked a bit
odd. Paler somehow, and Dib felt there was something missing, something he should
know. Still keeping an eye on her he got up and left the room.
Gaz got up slowly she walked to the refrigerator gazing at it for a moment. She didn't
feel hungry, at least not normal hunger. It was that other hunger but it was muted. She
wouldn't have to kill something for a while. It had been difficult to control even that
steadied hunger around her brother. To put it quite simply Dib smelt like prey. She had
been barely able to keep from over powering him. The vein in his neck barely visible to
humans was like a bright light in a dark room to her. The blood pumped so temptingly in
him. She could still taste the coppery flow of the cat. She liked her lips her fangs growing
at the memory. She opened the refrigerator and took out a cold soda. She popped it open
and drank. The soda tasted wrong unnatural and she spat it out. It appeared she could not
even drink that if she wanted to .
"But why would I want to?" was all her mind said. She
didn't think about her mentality about humans, and how it had changed so drastically.
Beside that other hunger had grown stronger with that one sip. as if it took more energy to
just get rid of the substance. She tossed the still full can in the garbage. She wouldn't be
trying that again.
Dib shuddered again as he walked out the door. At least it was Saturday. Time to go
spying on Zim, and of course save the world. Just like every day. He stepped into the
bright sunlight. It gave him a sense of good rightness with it's warm carefree rays. His
frown turned into a smile and he began to walk down his block. Then he felt something.
The hair on the back of his neck stood up. he turned quickly, but nothing. He was getting
very nervous but he couldn't say why. Still he slowly turned and kept walking his mind
going ten times the rate of his calmly moving feet. He couldn't say how, but he knew he
was in danger. Then he couldn't tell why, but he began to run. An insane fear spreading
slowly through him a soundless scream falling from his open mouth.
Andarack smiled. Just like the prey to run. It made it so much easier for him. This prey
though.. he needed it. He needed it to lure out the kiting. So he wouldn't kill it. No not
yet. If everything went as planned he would have the kiting kill it for him. Laughing to
himself he shifted. back to human and set out in a run. Soon soon he would have them
both and everything would be back to normal.
Gaz looked out at the sunny neighborhood, and added one more reason to hate the sun.
She thought carefully about what she could do with theses powers. one image came up
quickly. The boy. He wasn't really a boy was he. at least no more then she was just an
ordinary girl. Revenge. She couldn't answer that unasked question. yesterday she would
have killed him just as he had killed her. But now... She couldn't say. And somehow that
in it's self scared her more then anything that had happened so far.