Fledgling
Chapter 2: Learning to Fly
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).
"Who am I? And...what am I?" I ask, opening my eyes. It is dark, but I can still see as if it is light.
"You are my fledgling. You are a vampire. You are Tryzsallith," answers the voice. I look up and see that the voice belongs to a girl that I have seen before. Her name comes to me, as it had before. She is Risika. I am her fledgling. She is the dark mother that has made me what I am now, a vampire. I think for a moment. My thoughts are muzzy, clouded by curiosity. I cannot remember what has happened, only what I am, and that I was not always this.
"No, you weren't. You were once a human," says Risika. She can read my mind, as all vampires can.
I become confused as information simply appears in my mind. Then I realize that Risika is feeding it to me, like a mother would a child.
Risika tells my brain all there is to know about her world, the world that is now mine. For hours, we sit in silence, with her informing me and me taking it all in.
Soon, I grow weary. Risika notices, of course. "Tryz, you must learn to block your thoughts. You must make a shield around yourself, hiding your aura and thoughts, and protecting yourself."
I try to do this. I visualize a defensive shield that protects me mentally as well as physically. Risika nods at me. "Very good. I couldn't do that when I was a new vampire, but then again, my dark mother never told me anything about my new life." She pauses. "You need to feed."
"No," I say, realizing what she means. "I can't kill another human."
"What do you mean, another human? You no longer are one, child. They are prey, and it is your right to feed off them. After all, when you were human, you ate the flesh of animals, right?" Risika reprimands me.
"No, actually. I was a vegetarian," I whisper. I think that this may annoy her somewhat, but I feel that I must tell her. Even though I dislike my old species because of the way I had been treated, I still feel compassion for them, as I had for animals.
Risika gives me a long look. "If you don't get blood, then you will die. That cannot happen."
I search my mind for a piece of information that may help me. After a minute, I remember that she had told me about vampire nightclubs. They catered to our kind, and it was all free. I could go there whenever I needed blood, and not worry.
I tell my plan to Risika. She sighs. "I suppose that could work." She pauses to smile. "If only I had thought of that so long ago. I would have done the same thing. Well, let's go. You need to get blood."
I live like this for a few months, taking my main meals at vampiric nightclubs (only feeding off humans when I feel they are a threat to me), and staying with Risika.
I know that this isn't a normal thing. Most blood mothers simply let their fledglings figure out the world for themselves, like Ather did to her. For some reason, Risika takes care of me, helping me and guiding me. She introduces me to other vampires, and tells me what I need to know.
Among the vampires I haven't met are Moira (the one who fed off me), Aubrey (Risika's greatest enemy), Jessica (Aubrey's wife), and Houle (their son). Risika tells me that it isn't time for me to meet Aubrey and his family, even though they will be important people in my life. Jager (one of my new acquaintances) tells me that you should never meet the vampire who has tried to kill you. That means that I shouldn't meet Moira. This doesn't bother me.
After a year, not much has changed. I still look 18, because Risika says that a vampire's looks are frozen at the time of his/her change. Or, in the case of an offspring, he/she is frozen at the age that his/her parents were changed.
Risika and I are bonded now not only by friendship, but by exchange of blood. We had given each other a small vile of our blood, and drank it. This is an ancient custom used to signify loyalty. Now, we have full access to each other's thoughts and powers.
By now, I have remembered my past. (Risika had not told it to me because she didn't know it herself.) I almost wish that it was kept forgotten, for it is a horrible one.
In my human life, I was an outcast. I was the subject of many pranks, jokes, and put downs. I had never had a true friend in all of my human life. I had always felt different. Even to my family, for they too tried to keep their distance from me. I tell Risika about this, and she replies to me that this is because I was always meant to be a vampire. When one is destined to be a dark creature, there is that feeling in one's aura. She tells me further that Jessica's human life was like mine.
I enter Las Noches, putting up my mental shield as I had been taught to a year ago. Quietly, I slip to my usually spot at the bar. I order my usual drink, and look around while I wait. I notice a male vampire around my age sitting a few seats away. I watch him out of the corner of my eye.
He has black hair and black eyes. His skin is pale, as is mine. He is the perfect picture of a vampire. I smile at myself, for I realize that I feel something for him. I shouldn't, because as Risika has taught me, emotions make you weak.
Still, it is more curiosity than like that causes me to keep watching him. I notice bit by bit that he is watching me too. Pretending to ignore this, I casually sip my drink and look at the shattered mirrors that cover the walls. Even if they were not broken, I know that my reflection in them wouldn't be clear.
The boy comes over to me, and sits down next to me. I smile at him, and he says, "Hey. I haven't seen you around here before. Who are you?"
"Tryzsallith, but call me Tryz," I reply. "What about you?"
"I'm Houlemor, and you can call me Houle," he says to me.
The name registers in my mind like a large red flag. I let out a quick, quiet gasp and disappear without another word.
I reappear in mine and Risika's home. I had met Aubrey's son, and I shouldn't have. This was one thing that Risika didn't have to tell me. Shivering, I walk to the living room to talk to Risika.
*this was a REALLY BAD chapter, I'm so sorry! It came out so much worse than I thought, SO SORRY! But, regardless of that, you read it, so review it please!!!!! If enough people like it (which I doubt), 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
PS: For the one who asked, I just made up the name Tryzsallith, & yeah, it is pretty cool....~*^_^*~
Chapter 2: Learning to Fly
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).
"Who am I? And...what am I?" I ask, opening my eyes. It is dark, but I can still see as if it is light.
"You are my fledgling. You are a vampire. You are Tryzsallith," answers the voice. I look up and see that the voice belongs to a girl that I have seen before. Her name comes to me, as it had before. She is Risika. I am her fledgling. She is the dark mother that has made me what I am now, a vampire. I think for a moment. My thoughts are muzzy, clouded by curiosity. I cannot remember what has happened, only what I am, and that I was not always this.
"No, you weren't. You were once a human," says Risika. She can read my mind, as all vampires can.
I become confused as information simply appears in my mind. Then I realize that Risika is feeding it to me, like a mother would a child.
Risika tells my brain all there is to know about her world, the world that is now mine. For hours, we sit in silence, with her informing me and me taking it all in.
Soon, I grow weary. Risika notices, of course. "Tryz, you must learn to block your thoughts. You must make a shield around yourself, hiding your aura and thoughts, and protecting yourself."
I try to do this. I visualize a defensive shield that protects me mentally as well as physically. Risika nods at me. "Very good. I couldn't do that when I was a new vampire, but then again, my dark mother never told me anything about my new life." She pauses. "You need to feed."
"No," I say, realizing what she means. "I can't kill another human."
"What do you mean, another human? You no longer are one, child. They are prey, and it is your right to feed off them. After all, when you were human, you ate the flesh of animals, right?" Risika reprimands me.
"No, actually. I was a vegetarian," I whisper. I think that this may annoy her somewhat, but I feel that I must tell her. Even though I dislike my old species because of the way I had been treated, I still feel compassion for them, as I had for animals.
Risika gives me a long look. "If you don't get blood, then you will die. That cannot happen."
I search my mind for a piece of information that may help me. After a minute, I remember that she had told me about vampire nightclubs. They catered to our kind, and it was all free. I could go there whenever I needed blood, and not worry.
I tell my plan to Risika. She sighs. "I suppose that could work." She pauses to smile. "If only I had thought of that so long ago. I would have done the same thing. Well, let's go. You need to get blood."
I live like this for a few months, taking my main meals at vampiric nightclubs (only feeding off humans when I feel they are a threat to me), and staying with Risika.
I know that this isn't a normal thing. Most blood mothers simply let their fledglings figure out the world for themselves, like Ather did to her. For some reason, Risika takes care of me, helping me and guiding me. She introduces me to other vampires, and tells me what I need to know.
Among the vampires I haven't met are Moira (the one who fed off me), Aubrey (Risika's greatest enemy), Jessica (Aubrey's wife), and Houle (their son). Risika tells me that it isn't time for me to meet Aubrey and his family, even though they will be important people in my life. Jager (one of my new acquaintances) tells me that you should never meet the vampire who has tried to kill you. That means that I shouldn't meet Moira. This doesn't bother me.
After a year, not much has changed. I still look 18, because Risika says that a vampire's looks are frozen at the time of his/her change. Or, in the case of an offspring, he/she is frozen at the age that his/her parents were changed.
Risika and I are bonded now not only by friendship, but by exchange of blood. We had given each other a small vile of our blood, and drank it. This is an ancient custom used to signify loyalty. Now, we have full access to each other's thoughts and powers.
By now, I have remembered my past. (Risika had not told it to me because she didn't know it herself.) I almost wish that it was kept forgotten, for it is a horrible one.
In my human life, I was an outcast. I was the subject of many pranks, jokes, and put downs. I had never had a true friend in all of my human life. I had always felt different. Even to my family, for they too tried to keep their distance from me. I tell Risika about this, and she replies to me that this is because I was always meant to be a vampire. When one is destined to be a dark creature, there is that feeling in one's aura. She tells me further that Jessica's human life was like mine.
I enter Las Noches, putting up my mental shield as I had been taught to a year ago. Quietly, I slip to my usually spot at the bar. I order my usual drink, and look around while I wait. I notice a male vampire around my age sitting a few seats away. I watch him out of the corner of my eye.
He has black hair and black eyes. His skin is pale, as is mine. He is the perfect picture of a vampire. I smile at myself, for I realize that I feel something for him. I shouldn't, because as Risika has taught me, emotions make you weak.
Still, it is more curiosity than like that causes me to keep watching him. I notice bit by bit that he is watching me too. Pretending to ignore this, I casually sip my drink and look at the shattered mirrors that cover the walls. Even if they were not broken, I know that my reflection in them wouldn't be clear.
The boy comes over to me, and sits down next to me. I smile at him, and he says, "Hey. I haven't seen you around here before. Who are you?"
"Tryzsallith, but call me Tryz," I reply. "What about you?"
"I'm Houlemor, and you can call me Houle," he says to me.
The name registers in my mind like a large red flag. I let out a quick, quiet gasp and disappear without another word.
I reappear in mine and Risika's home. I had met Aubrey's son, and I shouldn't have. This was one thing that Risika didn't have to tell me. Shivering, I walk to the living room to talk to Risika.
*this was a REALLY BAD chapter, I'm so sorry! It came out so much worse than I thought, SO SORRY! But, regardless of that, you read it, so review it please!!!!! If enough people like it (which I doubt), 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
PS: For the one who asked, I just made up the name Tryzsallith, & yeah, it is pretty cool....~*^_^*~
