Fledgling
Chapter 3: As it comes, and goes…..
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).
A/N: & to the very sour reviewer, if you ever do check back here, it's not at ALL what you expect, I GUARANTEE IT!!!!!!!!
"Risika," I say. I open my mind to her, not being able to speak. She looks at me, her face as expressionless as usual.
After a long pause, she says, "Tryz, do you know why I did what I did?" I shake my head. She breathes a weary sigh and begins again. "There was a prophesy that one of my fledglings would unite me with Aubrey through Houle. As much as I hate Aubrey, I know that we must stop fighting. I mean, its not like I'm really looking forward to it, but because of Jessica, the witches know much more about us. We must all stick together in order to stand against them. Yes, I know vampires aren't really social people, but we must function as a group in order to fight back. And when the war comes, and it most definitely will, we don't simply want to beat those damn witches; we want to expel them. I must settle my argument with Aubrey in order for us to work together, and together, Aubrey and I can pulverize the witches. In order for us to settle the argument, the prophesy must be fulfilled."
I stare at Risika, openmouthed. How did I not know any of this? "Oh," I gasp in a small voice. I reinstate my mental shields and leave.
I reappear in Las Noches. I don't know why, but I feel the need to go there. At the bar is a stranger, a vampire whom I have not met. She has long, curly red hair and her eyes are shown as bright lavender. She sends me a glare, which I return.
"You don't want to mess with me, child," she hisses at me.
"I didn't say a word," I say slowly, wondering what I had done. "Who are you?"
She gives me a superior smile. "My name is Malady, and you must by Risika's newest fledgling." I nod, then glower at the look of conceit on her face.
"What kind of a name is Malady? Isn't that a word for injury?" I ask, not impressed.
"You are still such a human," she sneers at me.
"What are you talking about? I'M not the fool here," I retort.
"Insolent child, you shall pay for your ridiculous insults!" she says in a dangerous voice. I leave before anything can happen.
I arrive in the woods where I was changed over a year ago. I can sense that I am not alone, so I strengthen my shield.
Then a wind stirs, and Houle appears in front of me. "I know who you are," he tells me in a hard voice.
"I told you my name, didn't I?" I respond. I am getting tired of these conversations where people are mad at me without me knowing why.
"I know your history, Tryz. And now, I am going to avenge the wound done to my father so long ago," he whispers so quietly that I cannot hear.
"What?" I ask, and lean closer.
Suddenly, Houle whips out a knife and stabs me. I feel a pain like no other, a pain worse than that of my first death. I know that this blade is enchanted. "Goodbye, Fledgling," Houle leans close and whispers at me.
He then begins to feed off me. I try to escape, to flee from this fate which I had avoided before. But the cut from the knife prevents this. I black out, my last thought of Risika.
** Risika felt the pain twang at her heart. She felt the light go out in the back of her mind. Tryzsallith was dead.
Somehow, she had not expected this. She had expected her to fall in love with Houle, not be killed by him, But she knew why. It was all her fault.
Risika knew that Houle had done it to avenge Aubrey's defeat. And now, Aubrey had inadvertently hurt her again. Now, he had taken 3 things from her, the only 3 things she had ever loved.
For some reason, Risika began to cry. She hadn't cried since Tora had died, and even then, not much. But now she was crying as she had when her mother died. She knew that Tryz had been more than just her fledgling, more than just the one to fulfill a prophesy. She had been her friend.
Aubrey appeared. This time, he didn't bother hiding his aura. Besides, she could sense all his thoughts because of her drink of his blood. Shortly after him, Jessica came.
"Risika……"he began.
"Go AWAY Aubrey," Risika muttered. "You've done it again."
"Risika, we're here to discuss that," Jessica said, her tones meaning business. "We know what Tryz meant to you, and………" here, she trailed off.
Taking a deep breath, Jessica started again. "We're sorry." Risika looked up at them, her eyes shining. Vampires NEVER said sorry. Never. It simply wasn't something they did.
"Houle was getting you for what you did to me. He knows how much that….cut…….bothers me. But now, you are bound to him by blood." Aubrey added.
Risika's eyes opened wide. "What do you mean?" she asked in a shaky voice.
Jessica and Aubrey looked at each other. "Houle drank Tryz's blood, and, well, it had traces of yours in it. Now, we are bound by blood. Not much, though," explained Jessica.
Risika shook her head. "This can't be," she whispered in slight horror.
Houle appeared next to his parents. "Risika, I'm………..well, I…..feel that……..we should settle the family argument," he said in a slightly humiliated voice.
Shocked, Risika gaped at the three. They were acting so human, it was astonishing. But she could see why. It was obvious, but she decided not to press them for details. This sort of thing was beginning to happen to all vampires, Even herself. She could feel it, the odd change. It was part of what had caused her so much compassion (such a human feeling) towards the girl once known as Jane. Taking a deep breath, she gave her reply.
"Okay."
THE END.
Yes, that TOTALLY sucked, didn't it? But I thought it would be SO horribly predictable if they fell in love, so…I added that twist. & now ur wondering, "why were Aubrey, Jess, & Houle acting so soft?" well, there is a reason. WHICH I may put in a future continuation (sort of) of this story. But only if enough people liked it! So, R/R!!!!! thanx!!!!!!!!
~Tora Q.
Chapter 3: As it comes, and goes…..
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).
A/N: & to the very sour reviewer, if you ever do check back here, it's not at ALL what you expect, I GUARANTEE IT!!!!!!!!
"Risika," I say. I open my mind to her, not being able to speak. She looks at me, her face as expressionless as usual.
After a long pause, she says, "Tryz, do you know why I did what I did?" I shake my head. She breathes a weary sigh and begins again. "There was a prophesy that one of my fledglings would unite me with Aubrey through Houle. As much as I hate Aubrey, I know that we must stop fighting. I mean, its not like I'm really looking forward to it, but because of Jessica, the witches know much more about us. We must all stick together in order to stand against them. Yes, I know vampires aren't really social people, but we must function as a group in order to fight back. And when the war comes, and it most definitely will, we don't simply want to beat those damn witches; we want to expel them. I must settle my argument with Aubrey in order for us to work together, and together, Aubrey and I can pulverize the witches. In order for us to settle the argument, the prophesy must be fulfilled."
I stare at Risika, openmouthed. How did I not know any of this? "Oh," I gasp in a small voice. I reinstate my mental shields and leave.
I reappear in Las Noches. I don't know why, but I feel the need to go there. At the bar is a stranger, a vampire whom I have not met. She has long, curly red hair and her eyes are shown as bright lavender. She sends me a glare, which I return.
"You don't want to mess with me, child," she hisses at me.
"I didn't say a word," I say slowly, wondering what I had done. "Who are you?"
She gives me a superior smile. "My name is Malady, and you must by Risika's newest fledgling." I nod, then glower at the look of conceit on her face.
"What kind of a name is Malady? Isn't that a word for injury?" I ask, not impressed.
"You are still such a human," she sneers at me.
"What are you talking about? I'M not the fool here," I retort.
"Insolent child, you shall pay for your ridiculous insults!" she says in a dangerous voice. I leave before anything can happen.
I arrive in the woods where I was changed over a year ago. I can sense that I am not alone, so I strengthen my shield.
Then a wind stirs, and Houle appears in front of me. "I know who you are," he tells me in a hard voice.
"I told you my name, didn't I?" I respond. I am getting tired of these conversations where people are mad at me without me knowing why.
"I know your history, Tryz. And now, I am going to avenge the wound done to my father so long ago," he whispers so quietly that I cannot hear.
"What?" I ask, and lean closer.
Suddenly, Houle whips out a knife and stabs me. I feel a pain like no other, a pain worse than that of my first death. I know that this blade is enchanted. "Goodbye, Fledgling," Houle leans close and whispers at me.
He then begins to feed off me. I try to escape, to flee from this fate which I had avoided before. But the cut from the knife prevents this. I black out, my last thought of Risika.
** Risika felt the pain twang at her heart. She felt the light go out in the back of her mind. Tryzsallith was dead.
Somehow, she had not expected this. She had expected her to fall in love with Houle, not be killed by him, But she knew why. It was all her fault.
Risika knew that Houle had done it to avenge Aubrey's defeat. And now, Aubrey had inadvertently hurt her again. Now, he had taken 3 things from her, the only 3 things she had ever loved.
For some reason, Risika began to cry. She hadn't cried since Tora had died, and even then, not much. But now she was crying as she had when her mother died. She knew that Tryz had been more than just her fledgling, more than just the one to fulfill a prophesy. She had been her friend.
Aubrey appeared. This time, he didn't bother hiding his aura. Besides, she could sense all his thoughts because of her drink of his blood. Shortly after him, Jessica came.
"Risika……"he began.
"Go AWAY Aubrey," Risika muttered. "You've done it again."
"Risika, we're here to discuss that," Jessica said, her tones meaning business. "We know what Tryz meant to you, and………" here, she trailed off.
Taking a deep breath, Jessica started again. "We're sorry." Risika looked up at them, her eyes shining. Vampires NEVER said sorry. Never. It simply wasn't something they did.
"Houle was getting you for what you did to me. He knows how much that….cut…….bothers me. But now, you are bound to him by blood." Aubrey added.
Risika's eyes opened wide. "What do you mean?" she asked in a shaky voice.
Jessica and Aubrey looked at each other. "Houle drank Tryz's blood, and, well, it had traces of yours in it. Now, we are bound by blood. Not much, though," explained Jessica.
Risika shook her head. "This can't be," she whispered in slight horror.
Houle appeared next to his parents. "Risika, I'm………..well, I…..feel that……..we should settle the family argument," he said in a slightly humiliated voice.
Shocked, Risika gaped at the three. They were acting so human, it was astonishing. But she could see why. It was obvious, but she decided not to press them for details. This sort of thing was beginning to happen to all vampires, Even herself. She could feel it, the odd change. It was part of what had caused her so much compassion (such a human feeling) towards the girl once known as Jane. Taking a deep breath, she gave her reply.
"Okay."
THE END.
Yes, that TOTALLY sucked, didn't it? But I thought it would be SO horribly predictable if they fell in love, so…I added that twist. & now ur wondering, "why were Aubrey, Jess, & Houle acting so soft?" well, there is a reason. WHICH I may put in a future continuation (sort of) of this story. But only if enough people liked it! So, R/R!!!!! thanx!!!!!!!!
~Tora Q.
