Fledgling

Chapter 1: The Beginning

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters because I did not create them. All of this material belongs to its true creator, which is not me. The only characters in this story that I own are Tryz (well, Tryzsallith) and Houle (aka Houlemor).





There was a prophesy about the vampires of the Silver bloodline. It said that a fledgling of the most powerful of that line would create a union with the son of most powerful's greatest enemy. This seemed highly unlikely to Risika, even though it was Jager who told it to her. Jager, the third most powerful vampire on earth, was quite reliable though. However, Risika still had her doubts. She was the most powerful of the Silver bloodline, and the fourth most powerful on earth. It seemed impossible to her that any fledgling of hers could unite with Aubrey's son.

Risika frowned at the shattered mirrors of Las Noches as she thought about the day when Jager had informed her of this. It was true, Aubrey did have a son. He was 18, and named Houlemor (called Houle for short). Remembering him, Risika allowed herself to let out a short laugh. Aubrey now had two weaknesses. Houle was one; the other was Jessica, Aubrey's wife and Houle's mother.

Jessica was the writer that had exposed New Mayhem to the witches because of her stories. Aubrey was supposed to have killed her; however, he had actually fallen in love. That was the last thing Risika had expected. Aubrey was the most unemotional vampire she knew. Love was something completely unexpected from him. Even when Jager bet her that he wouldn't kill the writer, Risika couldn't believe it. But, now there was proof.

At any rate, Aubrey having weaknesses didn't matter anymore. Ever since she drank his blood, he was no longer a threat to her. Now, she had to think about the prophesy.



Several minutes later, the sudden appearance of a new aura interrupted her thoughts. Looking up, Risika noticed that Moira had entered. Moira, one of Fala's fledglings, was obviously agitated. She came up to the bar and sat down next to her.

"Tough night, Moira?" she asked.

"Some damn human….I was trying to feed, and she fought me. It was weird, because I couldn't get a hold of her mind to knock her out," Moira grumbled. At this, Risika felt a bubble rise in her stomach.

A flash of a vision came into her mind. It was of a girl, about 18 years old, lying almost dead on the ground. Risika knew without a doubt that this was the girl in the prophesy, the one that was to unite her with Aubrey.

She shook her head, not wanting to accept it. To her, it was still almost impossible that Aubrey would ever be connected to her.

"What did you do to the girl, anyway?" Risika questioned slowly, wanting to know more before going to investigate it herself.

"Ah, I fought with her. It was so….strange, because I couldn't hurt her with my mind. I had to fight with my body only, like a damn human. Anyways, I managed to feed, and took almost all of her blood. She'll be dead in a few minutes," Moira said, stopping to take a sip from a bottle on the table.

Risika sighed. She looked once around the room, and vanished from the nightclub.



I close my eyes. My breaths are coming slower now, and they are much more painful. The fight with the girl has taken a lot out of me……blood, as well as energy. She must have been a vampire, because she bit my neck and drank my blood. Even in my current state, I can tell that I don't have much blood left. Well, I definitely don't have any energy, but I suppose it doesn't matter anymore.

I can feel death coming over me, like a shadow. It doesn't bother me all that much, because my life hasn't been all that great. I have always felt that as a human, I was weak, and useless to the world, to myself, and unwanted.

An agonizing sigh forces its way out of me. I open my eyes again, thinking that this will be my last glimpse of the world. Something dark comes into my line of view. It is a person.

As it comes closer, I realize that the person is a she. She appears to be around my age, maybe younger. Her golden hair is streaked with black, like a tiger's, and oddly gold eyes stare obviously at me from a paper-pale face. She is dressed in all black.

"You ask for no help, human child," she says to me.

"Yes," I whisper hoarsely. My life is drifting away, and I can speak no more than that. I am confused by this girl. She calls me human child, as if she is not one herself. Is she? And, why isn't she surprised at my current state? Does she regularly walk through the woods at night and find mangled people?

She shakes her head as she looks me over. "Moira sure did a number on you," she mutters, half to me, half to herself. Then, looking me straight in the eye, she declares, "I can give you something that will give you another life."

I don't reply. I can't reply. What would there be to say? And besides, I don't have enough energy for more than a word or two, three at most.

She continues, "I'm guessing you know that there are vampires, then." I think to myself, of course I do, regular people don't just come up to you and suck your blood. The girl snickers. "I can read your thoughts, Jane. You don't need to speak. I can tell it is a strain for you." She pauses, then begins again. "I can make you a vampire. You, as a human, would die, but you would reawaken with a new life as a vampire. This is your choice, so decide, and quickly. You know there isn't much time left."

I lay quietly, taking this all in. To end my horrible human life, and become a vampire. I had had dreams of vampires recently, as odd as it was. I don't know why it took this long to remember that. In fact, as I looked at the girl, I remembered her too.

She was in all of my dreams, always there. Her name was Risika. As the name comes into my thoughts, she smiles, displaying long canine fangs. "So you know me," she purrs. "Jager had said you might." I don't know exactly who this Jager is, but I guess he's another vampire.

"Well, you must decide now. Will you simply die, never to see this world again, or will you become my fledgling?" Risika inquires. Fledgling…..I have heard this term in my dreams. It is what vampires call those whom they change.

I summon the last of my strength and whisper, "Yes….I'll be…..vampire." I feel that I haven't had enough of life yet, and the bit I have had was too horrible to count. From my dreams, I know that being a vampire is right for me. Closing my eyes once more and exhaling for the last time, I black out.



Later, I don't know how much, I feel someone opening my lips and forcing a cool, think liquid through them. It is sweet and strong, and I gulp at it. Second later, I realize that it is blood, but that doesn't stop me. I know, from my dreams (which I am remembering more and more of) that I must drink vampire's blood in order to become one. I hear Risika's voice say, "Rest now, child. When you wake, you will be the human Jane Campbell no longer."

I obey and fall asleep instantly. In this sleep, I have no dreams. However, an understanding comes into my mind. It is the understanding that I, as a human, am dead, and a new me has come to life. I am now a vampire.



Much later, though again I cannot tell how much, I awaken. I cannot fully remember what has happened, only that I am no longer what I was. I hear a voice that is nicely familiar, yet still strange to my newly woken ears.

"Welcome to my world, Tryzsallith."





Yeah, I know, it isn't all that great, but its my first ITFOTN fanfic, so don't be too hard on me!!! Ok, you read it, now review it please!!!!! If enough people like it, I'll write another chapter ASAP!!!! Also, if you want, you can email me at unicorn726@admin.balita.org but make sure that you make the subject "fanfic" (or at least include that in it). Thanks!!!! (Again, PLEASE REVIEW!!)



~Torq