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By: infamousRae
A/N: all characters from the nightworld series belong to LJ Smith everyone else is all MINE! This my first fanfic for LJ so be nice and tell me what you think... should I continue?
"Who do you think you are Princess?" I snared and dodged from the cherry wood sword. The girl kept perfectly balanced as I stood before her. The girl stopped suddenly as I turned my face to her. She got a glazed look over her eyes "Katia what are you doing? Kill her!" the man on the floor below me stammered. "Who are you!?" the girl, Katia cried dropping her sword. " Who am I?" I laughed in disbelief, " I'm the last person you'll ever see." With that my wrist connected with her chin and her head whipped back and she fell lifeless to the ground. I glared at the body and before I could react I heard the swish of air behind me and then I felt myself slowly losing feeling in my body and everything turning a whir of grays until it faded into pitch black.
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"Wake up." I heard someone scream
Startled I opened my eyes and found a bright flashlight directly in front of them.
"Finally. Have a nice nap?" the voice asked in the shadows, whoever it was, was on my left breathing on my neck. I looked down to see that I was tied to a chair and my arms were pulled behind me and held together with wooden handcuffs
"Wonderful." I snarled my obsidian eyes flashing
"Good, first I want to know who the hell you are." The voice that had a Boston accent boomed
" What makes you think I will tell you?" I laughed and began to squirm out of the handcuffs.
" Because if you don't I kill you."
" Well you are planning on doing that anyway. I want something out of this." I answered grinning into the bright light before me.
" Well sorry, that's not a choice. Tell me who you are and I'll kill you fast, that's what you'll get out of this unless you want to die slowly."
" I don't like that choice- I'll go with D. None of the above." I replied coyly as I surveyed the dark room
I was obviously in an office, even though it was dark I could see four other figures standing around me, one dusty window and one door.
" Who are you?!" the voice thundered and I felt the point of a stake jabbing into my neck
" My name is Rory." I said reluctantly
" Well isn't that nice, what is your last name?" the voice replied impatiently
"If you must know Rory Anochecer." I replied acidly
" Anochecer? That's evening in Spanish."
" Aren't you just the smartest little thing."
"She can't be related to Rozlyn, can she?" a soft voice asked from the door
"I don't see how it's possible. But she looks just like her."
"Are they twins?"
"Tell me Rory, were you made or born a vampire?"
"I was made if you must know, and I don't have a fucking twin." I hissed
"If she's not a twin, then how can she look so much like Roz? Roz's last name is Night and Rory's last name is Evening in Spanish. How can there be such a coincidence." Another person murmured.
"Go get Roz, now."
Five minutes later the light switched on and six people stood before me with their black tights and bandana's on, covering most of their faces. I heard someone gasp and walk towards me pushing the other vermin out of the way.
"Who the fuck are you!" she screamed
"Listen people, I told you once already. It hasn't changed in the last 5 minutes." I spat slowly picking the handcuffs. In less than two minutes I would be free and full.
The figure before me tore off her bandana and glared at me. She looked just like me. Same dark almond shaped eyes. Same red lips set in a permanent pout. The same curly hair that was so black it had tints of blue. It was me. My mouth opened in shock. She was human. I could smell it on her. She stood in a fighting stance, like a predator ready to pounce. But she didn't move only watched my expression.
The entire roomed grew quiet. I could hear every breath every person gave. Their warm bodies and their pulsing hearts all beating together.
It was time to go.
I unlatched the handcuffs, and as every still stood in their amazement. I struck my twin with the handcuffs it dazed her for a second. Everyone was moving at that moment, arms rising to stab me with their stakes, legs snapping trying to kick me. If I just pressed against the wall they would all finish each other I laughed to my self silently, as I gave an uppercut shattering a jaw, I spun just as someone came running clumsily full force at me, their polished oak sword drawn, I stepped back, left a foot behind and they tripped over arms trying to grasp anything he feel hard to the floor knocking down someone else also. My twin grabbed a fighting stick that was pointed at the end, she twirled it skillfully judging my balance and trying to figure what my next strike would be.
I wanted for her to strike. If we just alike I should second guess her steps.
She charged at me, bringing the base of the stick to my shoulder. I heard something crack but ignored it as I blocked her next strike. I shouldn't kill her; I just want to taste her! She came at me again this time I grabbed the stick and with equal strength pushed her back against the wall until the stick was against her pale neck. A neck, too much like my own. I bit into to it. Her sweet blood spurted into my mouth. It was as it I had been hit telepathically. I became dizzy and nauseous my mind connected with hers.
She was....
She was my sister...
R&R if you like it so far!!!!
By: infamousRae
A/N: all characters from the nightworld series belong to LJ Smith everyone else is all MINE! This my first fanfic for LJ so be nice and tell me what you think... should I continue?
"Who do you think you are Princess?" I snared and dodged from the cherry wood sword. The girl kept perfectly balanced as I stood before her. The girl stopped suddenly as I turned my face to her. She got a glazed look over her eyes "Katia what are you doing? Kill her!" the man on the floor below me stammered. "Who are you!?" the girl, Katia cried dropping her sword. " Who am I?" I laughed in disbelief, " I'm the last person you'll ever see." With that my wrist connected with her chin and her head whipped back and she fell lifeless to the ground. I glared at the body and before I could react I heard the swish of air behind me and then I felt myself slowly losing feeling in my body and everything turning a whir of grays until it faded into pitch black.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
"Wake up." I heard someone scream
Startled I opened my eyes and found a bright flashlight directly in front of them.
"Finally. Have a nice nap?" the voice asked in the shadows, whoever it was, was on my left breathing on my neck. I looked down to see that I was tied to a chair and my arms were pulled behind me and held together with wooden handcuffs
"Wonderful." I snarled my obsidian eyes flashing
"Good, first I want to know who the hell you are." The voice that had a Boston accent boomed
" What makes you think I will tell you?" I laughed and began to squirm out of the handcuffs.
" Because if you don't I kill you."
" Well you are planning on doing that anyway. I want something out of this." I answered grinning into the bright light before me.
" Well sorry, that's not a choice. Tell me who you are and I'll kill you fast, that's what you'll get out of this unless you want to die slowly."
" I don't like that choice- I'll go with D. None of the above." I replied coyly as I surveyed the dark room
I was obviously in an office, even though it was dark I could see four other figures standing around me, one dusty window and one door.
" Who are you?!" the voice thundered and I felt the point of a stake jabbing into my neck
" My name is Rory." I said reluctantly
" Well isn't that nice, what is your last name?" the voice replied impatiently
"If you must know Rory Anochecer." I replied acidly
" Anochecer? That's evening in Spanish."
" Aren't you just the smartest little thing."
"She can't be related to Rozlyn, can she?" a soft voice asked from the door
"I don't see how it's possible. But she looks just like her."
"Are they twins?"
"Tell me Rory, were you made or born a vampire?"
"I was made if you must know, and I don't have a fucking twin." I hissed
"If she's not a twin, then how can she look so much like Roz? Roz's last name is Night and Rory's last name is Evening in Spanish. How can there be such a coincidence." Another person murmured.
"Go get Roz, now."
Five minutes later the light switched on and six people stood before me with their black tights and bandana's on, covering most of their faces. I heard someone gasp and walk towards me pushing the other vermin out of the way.
"Who the fuck are you!" she screamed
"Listen people, I told you once already. It hasn't changed in the last 5 minutes." I spat slowly picking the handcuffs. In less than two minutes I would be free and full.
The figure before me tore off her bandana and glared at me. She looked just like me. Same dark almond shaped eyes. Same red lips set in a permanent pout. The same curly hair that was so black it had tints of blue. It was me. My mouth opened in shock. She was human. I could smell it on her. She stood in a fighting stance, like a predator ready to pounce. But she didn't move only watched my expression.
The entire roomed grew quiet. I could hear every breath every person gave. Their warm bodies and their pulsing hearts all beating together.
It was time to go.
I unlatched the handcuffs, and as every still stood in their amazement. I struck my twin with the handcuffs it dazed her for a second. Everyone was moving at that moment, arms rising to stab me with their stakes, legs snapping trying to kick me. If I just pressed against the wall they would all finish each other I laughed to my self silently, as I gave an uppercut shattering a jaw, I spun just as someone came running clumsily full force at me, their polished oak sword drawn, I stepped back, left a foot behind and they tripped over arms trying to grasp anything he feel hard to the floor knocking down someone else also. My twin grabbed a fighting stick that was pointed at the end, she twirled it skillfully judging my balance and trying to figure what my next strike would be.
I wanted for her to strike. If we just alike I should second guess her steps.
She charged at me, bringing the base of the stick to my shoulder. I heard something crack but ignored it as I blocked her next strike. I shouldn't kill her; I just want to taste her! She came at me again this time I grabbed the stick and with equal strength pushed her back against the wall until the stick was against her pale neck. A neck, too much like my own. I bit into to it. Her sweet blood spurted into my mouth. It was as it I had been hit telepathically. I became dizzy and nauseous my mind connected with hers.
She was....
She was my sister...
R&R if you like it so far!!!!