Thanks to Camilla and Myst who said Lynx's story needed finishing :) well it dosent finish she's a person with a life of her own, but she will turn up from time to time !
She stretched and yawned appreciating the feel of silk against her skin, she was a hedonist, but she felt her choice of professions amongst the vermin allowed her a little hedonism from time to time. She looked across the room and straight into her own eyes, the light blue of forget me not's, never forgotten once glanced. It all hinted at the Harman blood that had forever tainted the Redfern line.
The arguments she could remember her mother and her grandfather having had been legendary even for the hot tempered Redfern's, especially the arguments over Lynx and her training. Why her mother couldn't have just given in gracefully she didn't know, the fact that the brat had been born in Theirry Descoudres mansion had been the final straw as far as dear old Hunter had been concerned. He wanted to make sure she hadn't been tainted with the Nightlord's famous compassion.
As far as she could see nothing had made Lynx compassionate, she'd been with her sister on assignment in Texas. The blood that she had seen running the ground even hours afterwards was enough to give the hardest heart nightmares. She'd watched her little sister look at it with uninterested gold eyes and say one word, all the time with that eerie blade shimmering at her side.
The word had been 'messy'
Hunter probably would have been proud, she hadn't been, Aspen had been horrified. Her big brother seemed to have inherited the lions share of compassion for their branch of the family. But he too adhered to the Redfern Rules, same as the rest of the Night World, or at least the rest of the Night World made it look as if they adhered to the rules.
Sighing she slid out of the round queen size bed feeling the friction of black silk sheets against her bare legs, her eyes still locked with her mirror images. The red silk of her Night-gown ended at mid thigh, her skin was the pure clear white that only three types of people ever had, redheads, albinos and people with true black hair. Her legs were long and shapely, like the rest of her. Her waist was small, the tie of her robe accented it, she wasn't anorexic like most of her contemporaries though. Her breasts were larger than she would of liked, but she was Lamia, reductions were right out.
Stretching for a moment she let her mind drift back to the Redfern rules as she reached for the clothes she had planned for today's journey. Her brother had joked once that it should actually be Redfern Rule's because that was what they did, their house ran the Night World. Or it would as long as they steered well clear of the mad Daybreakers, people listened to the Redfern's or at least they did if they new what was good for them.
It also referred to their almost phenomenal run of luck, apart from the occasional staking through stupidity, or soulmate idiocy, until her mother and Hunter's demise at the hands of the Wildpower's Redfern's didn't get hurt, they chose when they died, or they didn't die at all. Even Lynx who was prone to fits of suicidally idiotic daring, for large amounts of money of course, only carried a few scars on her body.
She had dressed she realised, almost without thinking about it, having showered before she bedded down, she released her hair from its braid and brushed it out before looking at herself in the mirror again. Her face was beautiful, she knew that, all Night Worlders were beautiful in some way, even if they were merely wild like Lynx. They attracted vermin like flies to the honey dew flower.
But she would have been beautiful even if she had been born human, her face was a perfect renaissance oval her brows were a pure jet black and arched upwards in a flawless curve her nose was small and straight and her mouth was a deep red cupids bow. Her eyelashes were thick and long and looking out from them were a pair of eyes that varied according to her mood from the deep blue at the heart of a morning-glory to the pale ice normally found only in huskies. Her hair cascaded to the floor in a sheer wave of liquid darkness touched lightly with blue where the light hit it.
Looking at it all she sighed and for a moment envied her sister and their cousins, beautiful in the Night World way but only pretty otherwise. The way she looked guaranteed her a lonely life, another Redfern rule, although an unofficial one, you would always be alone unless you found a soulmate to 'soften' you. She was more alone than usual, women hated her because she was beautiful without being brain dead, and men either lusted after her or hated her for not lusting after them. It was why she treasured Talons laughing friendship, and her brother, and her sister, although letting on to Lynx that she cared probably would have earned her a knife through the spine, to give her some steel in her backbone, she'd seen her do it before.
Ash had laughed, bless him.
Another one lost to Daybreak, damn their pacifist hides to perdition. Ash had been one of the good bits of the Night World, someone who hadn't lost their sense of humour but also had steel. It had taken one little human to steal him away, she wondered if, no, there had been an email from Lynx stating the girl was under their protection. Oh well, old age would take care of that problem before anything drastic was necessary.
She strolled over to her laptop and looked over the information that Talon had given her yesterday, Janis McAllen, a vampire for all of three years, what a shame, two more and he would have managed to win free. But now he was a wanted man, a rogue vampire and illegal too. And, oh dearie dear, she felt her smile spread slightly. He was in Las Vegas and suspected of making contact with Daybreak. This was going to be a lark, into Vegas, on business, Daybreak couldn't touch her, kill a Vampire who shouldn't have existed anyway and out again on the first available flight. Ah gods this would be fun.
Flipping her hair with a hand so that it fell out of her face she moved towards the phone at the side of her apartment when her mobile went off. She frowned, it was playing Temptation Waits by Garbage so it had to be Aspen, that or someone else ringing from his council office. She picked up the mobile and pressed the call receive button.
"You called the goddess listens" For a moment there was just breathing and then the laugh she knew better than her own breathed down the phone like sunshine on satin. "'Meda my sweet that has to be the worst pick up line I've ever heard" She felt her smile begin of its own accord, the corners of her mouth turning up just to hear the effervescence of his voice. "How are you Aspen?" There was a pause "I'm fine 'Meda, I hear you have an appointment?"
She almost laughed, he brother was so well informed it was almost painful "Redfern Rules Aspen?" he chuckled "I suppose you could say so, what's the point of being on this sad excuse for a council if you can't have your own way?" There she thought spoke several centuries of undisputed feudal power and arrogance, most people wouldn't argue at having the council follow their every whim, Aspen did, he expected better of them.
"No point at all big brother, now, what do you want?" He dove straight in, right to the point as it were "Have you heard from Lynx?" she shook her head, caring heart and complete dictator "No, I suspect she's living it somewhere for a little while. Since the Night World isn't celebrating her demise she'll probably see us at Samhaine" She felt his relief and smiled a little more brightly but he obviously wasn't finished "Your assignment, 'Meda be careful, I don't think its at all what it seems. We may have a leak"
Her entire body froze with the sort of instant clarity that had helped the Redfern's from Maya's day "Damn, damn all the Daybreakers to everlasting torment, I'll pay Lynx to practice on them all" hearing her brothers light laugh on the phone helped to warm her from the cold fury she had been in "That's mean 'Meda, but I'd buy a seat, I want you to be careful, be careful and be well covered, I don't need to loose another family member"
There was a beeping from the other pocket of the coat that the mobile she was talking on had come from, the office, and at a damn inconvenient time. "Aspen I have to go, I have a call on the other line. I'll take best care of me, don't loose Talon while you've got him will you, training another puppy would be damn inconvenient" There was a laugh at the other end of the phone and then the dial tone. They'd long believed in not saying goodbye, it sounded too final, so they didn't say anything, aurevoirs among the Redfern's tended to last for decades at a time.
She picked up the other phone and lowered her voice to a half seductive purr, it was her everyday voice and well used "Andromeda here, how can I help you?" the way she said help was meant to make the average male temp shake in his shoes, not necessarily with fear. "Andromeda, we have a booking for you in Las Vegas, starting tomorrow, can you fly out tonight, a guy called MorningStar, Natasha MorningStar?" The corner of her mouth twitched in a real smile, Nat MorningStar, a Native American Vampire photographer with a sense of humour, known on the circuit as Satan, for obvious and not so obvious reasons.
"Yes I can fly today" she let a hint of boredom slip into her voice as the man recited flight details, and security. She put the phone down with a slight laugh, security, she didn't need security. She stretched and half laughed as she went to begin her packing.
"Redfern Rules love, Redfern Rules"
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Authors PLEA !!!!
Hey Hey This is a call out to all Night World writers :)
Nightworld books take place in America, what i want to do is start
a series in England, becuse before the protestnts ran over there
on the Mayflower the only people that were there were the Native
American Indians, even Hunter had to Go over as A Pilgrim :)
So what happened to the Night World scene over here? Please get onto
me at
Lynx_Redfern@lycos.com
If your at all interested, you dont have to be a Brit, just capable
of writing for somewhere in Britan, i can give out Facts on London.
If you want to write for Europe thats good too, but somewhere other
than America, this is my pet project *S*
If you dont have time to email me, drop me a review either signed
or with your mail address and i'll get back to you !!!!!
Stars and Shadows
Becks
She stretched and yawned appreciating the feel of silk against her skin, she was a hedonist, but she felt her choice of professions amongst the vermin allowed her a little hedonism from time to time. She looked across the room and straight into her own eyes, the light blue of forget me not's, never forgotten once glanced. It all hinted at the Harman blood that had forever tainted the Redfern line.
The arguments she could remember her mother and her grandfather having had been legendary even for the hot tempered Redfern's, especially the arguments over Lynx and her training. Why her mother couldn't have just given in gracefully she didn't know, the fact that the brat had been born in Theirry Descoudres mansion had been the final straw as far as dear old Hunter had been concerned. He wanted to make sure she hadn't been tainted with the Nightlord's famous compassion.
As far as she could see nothing had made Lynx compassionate, she'd been with her sister on assignment in Texas. The blood that she had seen running the ground even hours afterwards was enough to give the hardest heart nightmares. She'd watched her little sister look at it with uninterested gold eyes and say one word, all the time with that eerie blade shimmering at her side.
The word had been 'messy'
Hunter probably would have been proud, she hadn't been, Aspen had been horrified. Her big brother seemed to have inherited the lions share of compassion for their branch of the family. But he too adhered to the Redfern Rules, same as the rest of the Night World, or at least the rest of the Night World made it look as if they adhered to the rules.
Sighing she slid out of the round queen size bed feeling the friction of black silk sheets against her bare legs, her eyes still locked with her mirror images. The red silk of her Night-gown ended at mid thigh, her skin was the pure clear white that only three types of people ever had, redheads, albinos and people with true black hair. Her legs were long and shapely, like the rest of her. Her waist was small, the tie of her robe accented it, she wasn't anorexic like most of her contemporaries though. Her breasts were larger than she would of liked, but she was Lamia, reductions were right out.
Stretching for a moment she let her mind drift back to the Redfern rules as she reached for the clothes she had planned for today's journey. Her brother had joked once that it should actually be Redfern Rule's because that was what they did, their house ran the Night World. Or it would as long as they steered well clear of the mad Daybreakers, people listened to the Redfern's or at least they did if they new what was good for them.
It also referred to their almost phenomenal run of luck, apart from the occasional staking through stupidity, or soulmate idiocy, until her mother and Hunter's demise at the hands of the Wildpower's Redfern's didn't get hurt, they chose when they died, or they didn't die at all. Even Lynx who was prone to fits of suicidally idiotic daring, for large amounts of money of course, only carried a few scars on her body.
She had dressed she realised, almost without thinking about it, having showered before she bedded down, she released her hair from its braid and brushed it out before looking at herself in the mirror again. Her face was beautiful, she knew that, all Night Worlders were beautiful in some way, even if they were merely wild like Lynx. They attracted vermin like flies to the honey dew flower.
But she would have been beautiful even if she had been born human, her face was a perfect renaissance oval her brows were a pure jet black and arched upwards in a flawless curve her nose was small and straight and her mouth was a deep red cupids bow. Her eyelashes were thick and long and looking out from them were a pair of eyes that varied according to her mood from the deep blue at the heart of a morning-glory to the pale ice normally found only in huskies. Her hair cascaded to the floor in a sheer wave of liquid darkness touched lightly with blue where the light hit it.
Looking at it all she sighed and for a moment envied her sister and their cousins, beautiful in the Night World way but only pretty otherwise. The way she looked guaranteed her a lonely life, another Redfern rule, although an unofficial one, you would always be alone unless you found a soulmate to 'soften' you. She was more alone than usual, women hated her because she was beautiful without being brain dead, and men either lusted after her or hated her for not lusting after them. It was why she treasured Talons laughing friendship, and her brother, and her sister, although letting on to Lynx that she cared probably would have earned her a knife through the spine, to give her some steel in her backbone, she'd seen her do it before.
Ash had laughed, bless him.
Another one lost to Daybreak, damn their pacifist hides to perdition. Ash had been one of the good bits of the Night World, someone who hadn't lost their sense of humour but also had steel. It had taken one little human to steal him away, she wondered if, no, there had been an email from Lynx stating the girl was under their protection. Oh well, old age would take care of that problem before anything drastic was necessary.
She strolled over to her laptop and looked over the information that Talon had given her yesterday, Janis McAllen, a vampire for all of three years, what a shame, two more and he would have managed to win free. But now he was a wanted man, a rogue vampire and illegal too. And, oh dearie dear, she felt her smile spread slightly. He was in Las Vegas and suspected of making contact with Daybreak. This was going to be a lark, into Vegas, on business, Daybreak couldn't touch her, kill a Vampire who shouldn't have existed anyway and out again on the first available flight. Ah gods this would be fun.
Flipping her hair with a hand so that it fell out of her face she moved towards the phone at the side of her apartment when her mobile went off. She frowned, it was playing Temptation Waits by Garbage so it had to be Aspen, that or someone else ringing from his council office. She picked up the mobile and pressed the call receive button.
"You called the goddess listens" For a moment there was just breathing and then the laugh she knew better than her own breathed down the phone like sunshine on satin. "'Meda my sweet that has to be the worst pick up line I've ever heard" She felt her smile begin of its own accord, the corners of her mouth turning up just to hear the effervescence of his voice. "How are you Aspen?" There was a pause "I'm fine 'Meda, I hear you have an appointment?"
She almost laughed, he brother was so well informed it was almost painful "Redfern Rules Aspen?" he chuckled "I suppose you could say so, what's the point of being on this sad excuse for a council if you can't have your own way?" There she thought spoke several centuries of undisputed feudal power and arrogance, most people wouldn't argue at having the council follow their every whim, Aspen did, he expected better of them.
"No point at all big brother, now, what do you want?" He dove straight in, right to the point as it were "Have you heard from Lynx?" she shook her head, caring heart and complete dictator "No, I suspect she's living it somewhere for a little while. Since the Night World isn't celebrating her demise she'll probably see us at Samhaine" She felt his relief and smiled a little more brightly but he obviously wasn't finished "Your assignment, 'Meda be careful, I don't think its at all what it seems. We may have a leak"
Her entire body froze with the sort of instant clarity that had helped the Redfern's from Maya's day "Damn, damn all the Daybreakers to everlasting torment, I'll pay Lynx to practice on them all" hearing her brothers light laugh on the phone helped to warm her from the cold fury she had been in "That's mean 'Meda, but I'd buy a seat, I want you to be careful, be careful and be well covered, I don't need to loose another family member"
There was a beeping from the other pocket of the coat that the mobile she was talking on had come from, the office, and at a damn inconvenient time. "Aspen I have to go, I have a call on the other line. I'll take best care of me, don't loose Talon while you've got him will you, training another puppy would be damn inconvenient" There was a laugh at the other end of the phone and then the dial tone. They'd long believed in not saying goodbye, it sounded too final, so they didn't say anything, aurevoirs among the Redfern's tended to last for decades at a time.
She picked up the other phone and lowered her voice to a half seductive purr, it was her everyday voice and well used "Andromeda here, how can I help you?" the way she said help was meant to make the average male temp shake in his shoes, not necessarily with fear. "Andromeda, we have a booking for you in Las Vegas, starting tomorrow, can you fly out tonight, a guy called MorningStar, Natasha MorningStar?" The corner of her mouth twitched in a real smile, Nat MorningStar, a Native American Vampire photographer with a sense of humour, known on the circuit as Satan, for obvious and not so obvious reasons.
"Yes I can fly today" she let a hint of boredom slip into her voice as the man recited flight details, and security. She put the phone down with a slight laugh, security, she didn't need security. She stretched and half laughed as she went to begin her packing.
"Redfern Rules love, Redfern Rules"
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Authors PLEA !!!!
Hey Hey This is a call out to all Night World writers :)
Nightworld books take place in America, what i want to do is start
a series in England, becuse before the protestnts ran over there
on the Mayflower the only people that were there were the Native
American Indians, even Hunter had to Go over as A Pilgrim :)
So what happened to the Night World scene over here? Please get onto
me at
Lynx_Redfern@lycos.com
If your at all interested, you dont have to be a Brit, just capable
of writing for somewhere in Britan, i can give out Facts on London.
If you want to write for Europe thats good too, but somewhere other
than America, this is my pet project *S*
If you dont have time to email me, drop me a review either signed
or with your mail address and i'll get back to you !!!!!
Stars and Shadows
Becks