Light and Shadows, Cloak and Dagger
"Guys," a soft whisper sounded, like black death cutting through the darkness of the night. "They're here. I can feel them. Daimon Viper is here. one of It's many creatures. What do we do?" Midnight gasped in delight at the sound of the voice. Grove gave a strangled laugh, and then cried out, "Garret? Bindi? Caroline?"
A small girl of seven, with forest-green hair smiled. The girl was tall, lean, and supple, with nails like blood stained claws and a mask like the face of a demon covered the countenance of the creature. It turned its head, and spotting the two friends, beckoned to some unknown person. Removing her mask, the child revealed pale skin and blood-red lips, with a green eye, and a black eye. She beckoned toward the bushes.
Two children, twins, stepped out. The girl was Caroline, with long white hair and green eyes. The boy was lean, with short brown hair and steel gray eyes. Garret and Caroline Elbourne-Link, twin dunpeals. two of the fiercest killing machines around.
"Where is it?" Bindi, the little demon-child asked.
"What?" Grove asked.
"Its creature. Its creature is going to kill us. Midnight!!" A thick serpent wrapped its body around the vampire princess, trying to crush her body. Sinking long, needle-sharp fangs into its hide, she tried to drain to kill it. Instantly, she gagged, reeling from the burning, bitter taste the blood left in her mouth. Grove jumped up above the trees, and brought down his sword of emerald light on the demonic apparition's neck, severing the head from the body.
It lay writhing in agony, and Midnight lay on the ground, gasping for breath, blood running from the corners of her mouth. She turned her head, trying to spit so she wouldn't drown. Caroline began to shudder, the blood driving her into a frenzy. She could feel the need for it pounding, making itself known. She needed the blood, the sweet red wine. she could feel her teethe, her fangs throbbing and throbbing, cutting into her self-control. Midnight took her hand, gently, saying, "Enjoy. It will help me."
Garret kissed her, supping on hot sweetness so enticing and pure it made his heart ache. He was twenty, but looked ten. Such desire was not common in young vampires. He needed this blood.
As he drank, Caroline drained him from the hollow of his throat, and blood ran down her chin. Caroline jerked away, and Garret kissed the vampire princess, not the kiss that tastes blood, but a real, mouth-probing kiss. Then he released her.
"All right, lets go." They started up again, this time heading for the "Firestar's" harbor.
"Guys," a soft whisper sounded, like black death cutting through the darkness of the night. "They're here. I can feel them. Daimon Viper is here. one of It's many creatures. What do we do?" Midnight gasped in delight at the sound of the voice. Grove gave a strangled laugh, and then cried out, "Garret? Bindi? Caroline?"
A small girl of seven, with forest-green hair smiled. The girl was tall, lean, and supple, with nails like blood stained claws and a mask like the face of a demon covered the countenance of the creature. It turned its head, and spotting the two friends, beckoned to some unknown person. Removing her mask, the child revealed pale skin and blood-red lips, with a green eye, and a black eye. She beckoned toward the bushes.
Two children, twins, stepped out. The girl was Caroline, with long white hair and green eyes. The boy was lean, with short brown hair and steel gray eyes. Garret and Caroline Elbourne-Link, twin dunpeals. two of the fiercest killing machines around.
"Where is it?" Bindi, the little demon-child asked.
"What?" Grove asked.
"Its creature. Its creature is going to kill us. Midnight!!" A thick serpent wrapped its body around the vampire princess, trying to crush her body. Sinking long, needle-sharp fangs into its hide, she tried to drain to kill it. Instantly, she gagged, reeling from the burning, bitter taste the blood left in her mouth. Grove jumped up above the trees, and brought down his sword of emerald light on the demonic apparition's neck, severing the head from the body.
It lay writhing in agony, and Midnight lay on the ground, gasping for breath, blood running from the corners of her mouth. She turned her head, trying to spit so she wouldn't drown. Caroline began to shudder, the blood driving her into a frenzy. She could feel the need for it pounding, making itself known. She needed the blood, the sweet red wine. she could feel her teethe, her fangs throbbing and throbbing, cutting into her self-control. Midnight took her hand, gently, saying, "Enjoy. It will help me."
Garret kissed her, supping on hot sweetness so enticing and pure it made his heart ache. He was twenty, but looked ten. Such desire was not common in young vampires. He needed this blood.
As he drank, Caroline drained him from the hollow of his throat, and blood ran down her chin. Caroline jerked away, and Garret kissed the vampire princess, not the kiss that tastes blood, but a real, mouth-probing kiss. Then he released her.
"All right, lets go." They started up again, this time heading for the "Firestar's" harbor.