Yeah, yeah. Took me a while to update, didn't it? I might not for a while.
When I put one out, I put one out. That's how it's gonna go. I'll try being
nicer about it next time. And reviews ALWAYS gets me to write faster. I
only got one last time and it slowed me down so much. Sorry. -Sianna.
Kelekona: Thank you. I've written a lot since I last posted, just never on Fanfiction. Even though I have lots of ideas for all the characters I introduce you to in these stories.
Enigma Chapter 8
"Theo!" San squealed, throwing her arms around him in a giant hug.
Theo Trander hugged her back, then pulled away to look at her with intelligent green eyes. It was great to see a friend, for San. And Theo was the only close friend she'd had in Untopia. But when she thought of Theo, she remembered he was a male Dragon, half-brother of Anjasina, cousin of Red. and she remembered Red.
A small tear leaked from her eye again and she wiped it away furiously. She was being weak, she knew, but couldn't help it. Any familiar face in this strange world would help her out at that moment.
His brow wrinkled in worry, dark eyebrow scrunched together. "What's wrong, hon?" he asked, watching her intently. His dark green eyes looked at her expectantly.
"I-I'll explain later." San sniffled, then turned back to the others. They were watching her intently, except for Raksha, whose violet eyes stared straight at Theo. She was staring almost dumbfounded.
San turned back to see Theo's expression, and he was also staring at Raksha. She cleared her throat once, just so they'd have some idea of what was going on, and said, "Um, Theo, this is-"
"Circle Kaliana," Raksha offering the circle's name that San hadn't known. One by one, they went through more introductions.
"So, who's this?" Raksha asked, watching Theo like a predator.
"This is Theo Trander, a friend from the Dragon Realm," San said strongly. "The one that helped me escape."
Slyve smiled. "How long are you staying in this, erm, realm, Theo?" she asked.
Theo glanced down at his silver-haired friend, then back up at Slyve. "As long as I need to be. I was asked to look out for her by a cousin."
San took the hidden message, which Red had sent him. She nodded slowly, and then tuned in on what the others were saying.
"-I'd be glad if you stayed with us at our house, like San is. We have plenty of room," Slyve said, smile never fading.
Theo hesitated before saying, "Sure, why not?"
Trent stealthily moved around crowds of tourists on the small sidewalk. A girl on rollerblades in a skimpy bikini rolled by and gave him a once over before disappearing from his site. He ignored her and picked up his pace.
He had left the circle back at the house, saying he needed to go get some candles. They seemed to believe him. But in truth, he knew Slyve knew he was going to see his soulmate. His twin always seemed to know what he was doing.
It took him fifteen minutes to walk to Jahn's. He arrived at a large building that looked like a small apartment complex or a business building. Trent knew that it housed a total of 9 Guardians in total, two per floor and the leader by themselves on the top floor. The higher you are, the more power you had and the more dangerous you were.
Jahn was on the top floor.
He lifted his hand to knock, but stopped.
Guardians were like police officers, for the Night World. They had to be born into the blood to be able to be a Guardian, because that special blood enhances stronger than vampirism. If a Guardian passes the gift of immortality onto a human, they would become a stronger vampire than the norm, but not anything compared to a Guardian.
Mostly the Guardians tended to live in large cities where a major amount of Night People lived. They were one step below Elders.
The ones in Long Beach had been called Tyrgoth, meaning "watch darkness" in an ancient language only the Guardians knew. Trent knew because he was an Old Soul and had helped name it.
He had been the first human saved by this Guardian group.
He also knew that there was a rival for Guardianship of Long Beach. Janice Ranisha had no right to, but she was trying to take over and has been for over a century.
Trent forced himself to the present and was about to knock when the door opened.
A girl with blueberry hair to mid back met his gaze, sparkling blue to dark green.
"Trent," the girl said, puzzled. She took a step back and offered him inside.
"Brenna," he greeted with a nod. He stepped inside the small landing, eyes slowly adjusting from the bright California sun to a dark and hidden corner.
Brenna Lavode was on the fourth floor, and Jahn's second-in-command. But, unlike his soulmate, Brenna was nice to all.
"Something wrong with Kaliana?" she asked, and Trent could read the worry easily. He knew she had a new soft spot for Luke.
"Wrong as in danger; no. Wrong as in odd; yes," Trent stated casually, giving the girl a hug.
"Ok, that's normal." She returned the embrace and started heading toward the flight of stairs.
"I don't see you around here often, Trent. Actually, the last time I saw you here was a year ago." She smiled grimly at the memory.
Trent and Brenna had been a couple going on six months a year ago. That was when he discovered the cold-hearted Jahn Dranth was his soulmate. He'd only seen Brenna twice since, but only passed a hug or a hi.
"So why are you here?" Brenna asked, sweeping a pre-midnight strand behind her ear. She started walking up the old wooden stairs.
Never tell a lie, he thought. "I'm here to talk to Jahn."
If Trent hadn't known Brenna so well, he wouldn't have caught the small flinch.
"Oh," was all she said, but kept leading him up.
Two male bodies started heading down, then finally revealed two faces Trent would recognize anywhere. Black hair, gray eyes, the twins Skylar and Shayden Grunu were scary to look at. Dressed completely in black that looked cold and were, indeed, cold, they had warm eyes that would play tricks on anybody they decided to turn their wrath on. Trent had always felt that they were more unique than most Guardians, always seeming to understand everything around them.
"Good luck in the lion's den, Trent," Shayden said.
"You'll need it," Skylar added, and they disappeared from view with wicked grins on their faces.
Brenna remained silent.
On the second landing, they ran into a boy talking to two girls. The boy had purple hair and pale blue eyes, good looks with the right charm. Trent would recognize Rainein "Raine" Skuntper anywhere. A girl he had his arm around he knew as Shiya Pertan, with casual blonde hair but menacing black eyes. She was almost as cold as Jahn, and he hadn't realized Raine would like some like her.
Shiya's sister, Krislan, looked the opposite of her younger sister. Long black hair with silver tips at the back, and eyes that were so light a grey, they appeared white. The only things noticeable about them were the pinpoint pupils and a gray ring. Krislan was a not nicer than her sister, but none of them were alike. Guardians never tended to be the same.
"Trent Insetle! Looked what Brenna dragged in, Kris," grinned Raine. Shiya rolled her black eyes upwards and offered Trent a small smile.
Kris leaped around Brenna and hugged Trent tightly. "God, it's like being reunited with the nice side of Shiya!" she stated boldly.
Even Shiya laughed slightly at her sister's joke. It might have been forced, but no one seemed to notice. Then she said to Trent, "You destroyed a lot of work you made after you left, you know. We never thought we'd see you back."
"I knew he'd be back," declared Raine, smiling wildly. He grasped Trent hard on the shoulder, which Trent responded with a small smile, until Raine added, "Permanently."
Brenna glanced at Trent and caught his closed off expression, and said quietly, "He needs to talk to Jahn. I'm going to go make sure she doesn't hurt him."
The three Guardians she had it too glanced at each other, then looked a Trent. Even Kris's eyes were guarded, closed off from the rest. Trent wondered if that had been a mistake on Brenna's side.
"Then go, send him off to his death," said Raine, and returned his attention back to Shiya.
Trent gave a worried look to Brenna, but she wouldn't meet his eyes. She started leading him up the next flight of stairs. There a boy and girl sat on the floor, leaning against the walls opposite of each other. They made nonsense talk about the world-Human, mostly, and the duties of Guardianship.
"I really don't like how we have to-Oh my-Trent!" squealed the redheaded girl. Genevieve Pla'hauer jumped off the wooden floor, staring at him as if she'd seen the most peculiar thing in the world.
"You've-changed!" she said, louder. But she ran and gave him a hug, smiling.
The boy across from Gen stood up like a tiger, bronze hair glinting under the light. David Gertus smiled at Trent. He had been the closet thing to a friend while Trent had stayed in this building with the rest.
"How you been, bud?" he said, warmth in his voice. When he talked to anybody else besides Gen, him, and Brenna, he was cold, icy. Not the warm giant tiger he appeared to be.
"Pretty decent. Gonna be hell after I talk to Jahn, of course, but who-" Trent was saying...
"The Human World *is* hell, Insetle," came a cold voice that always brought images of blood red roses in a field of black ones throughout Trent's mind.
He stressed the word blood in his mind.
R/R, please! They make me work faster. It's like payment..
Kelekona: Thank you. I've written a lot since I last posted, just never on Fanfiction. Even though I have lots of ideas for all the characters I introduce you to in these stories.
Enigma Chapter 8
"Theo!" San squealed, throwing her arms around him in a giant hug.
Theo Trander hugged her back, then pulled away to look at her with intelligent green eyes. It was great to see a friend, for San. And Theo was the only close friend she'd had in Untopia. But when she thought of Theo, she remembered he was a male Dragon, half-brother of Anjasina, cousin of Red. and she remembered Red.
A small tear leaked from her eye again and she wiped it away furiously. She was being weak, she knew, but couldn't help it. Any familiar face in this strange world would help her out at that moment.
His brow wrinkled in worry, dark eyebrow scrunched together. "What's wrong, hon?" he asked, watching her intently. His dark green eyes looked at her expectantly.
"I-I'll explain later." San sniffled, then turned back to the others. They were watching her intently, except for Raksha, whose violet eyes stared straight at Theo. She was staring almost dumbfounded.
San turned back to see Theo's expression, and he was also staring at Raksha. She cleared her throat once, just so they'd have some idea of what was going on, and said, "Um, Theo, this is-"
"Circle Kaliana," Raksha offering the circle's name that San hadn't known. One by one, they went through more introductions.
"So, who's this?" Raksha asked, watching Theo like a predator.
"This is Theo Trander, a friend from the Dragon Realm," San said strongly. "The one that helped me escape."
Slyve smiled. "How long are you staying in this, erm, realm, Theo?" she asked.
Theo glanced down at his silver-haired friend, then back up at Slyve. "As long as I need to be. I was asked to look out for her by a cousin."
San took the hidden message, which Red had sent him. She nodded slowly, and then tuned in on what the others were saying.
"-I'd be glad if you stayed with us at our house, like San is. We have plenty of room," Slyve said, smile never fading.
Theo hesitated before saying, "Sure, why not?"
Trent stealthily moved around crowds of tourists on the small sidewalk. A girl on rollerblades in a skimpy bikini rolled by and gave him a once over before disappearing from his site. He ignored her and picked up his pace.
He had left the circle back at the house, saying he needed to go get some candles. They seemed to believe him. But in truth, he knew Slyve knew he was going to see his soulmate. His twin always seemed to know what he was doing.
It took him fifteen minutes to walk to Jahn's. He arrived at a large building that looked like a small apartment complex or a business building. Trent knew that it housed a total of 9 Guardians in total, two per floor and the leader by themselves on the top floor. The higher you are, the more power you had and the more dangerous you were.
Jahn was on the top floor.
He lifted his hand to knock, but stopped.
Guardians were like police officers, for the Night World. They had to be born into the blood to be able to be a Guardian, because that special blood enhances stronger than vampirism. If a Guardian passes the gift of immortality onto a human, they would become a stronger vampire than the norm, but not anything compared to a Guardian.
Mostly the Guardians tended to live in large cities where a major amount of Night People lived. They were one step below Elders.
The ones in Long Beach had been called Tyrgoth, meaning "watch darkness" in an ancient language only the Guardians knew. Trent knew because he was an Old Soul and had helped name it.
He had been the first human saved by this Guardian group.
He also knew that there was a rival for Guardianship of Long Beach. Janice Ranisha had no right to, but she was trying to take over and has been for over a century.
Trent forced himself to the present and was about to knock when the door opened.
A girl with blueberry hair to mid back met his gaze, sparkling blue to dark green.
"Trent," the girl said, puzzled. She took a step back and offered him inside.
"Brenna," he greeted with a nod. He stepped inside the small landing, eyes slowly adjusting from the bright California sun to a dark and hidden corner.
Brenna Lavode was on the fourth floor, and Jahn's second-in-command. But, unlike his soulmate, Brenna was nice to all.
"Something wrong with Kaliana?" she asked, and Trent could read the worry easily. He knew she had a new soft spot for Luke.
"Wrong as in danger; no. Wrong as in odd; yes," Trent stated casually, giving the girl a hug.
"Ok, that's normal." She returned the embrace and started heading toward the flight of stairs.
"I don't see you around here often, Trent. Actually, the last time I saw you here was a year ago." She smiled grimly at the memory.
Trent and Brenna had been a couple going on six months a year ago. That was when he discovered the cold-hearted Jahn Dranth was his soulmate. He'd only seen Brenna twice since, but only passed a hug or a hi.
"So why are you here?" Brenna asked, sweeping a pre-midnight strand behind her ear. She started walking up the old wooden stairs.
Never tell a lie, he thought. "I'm here to talk to Jahn."
If Trent hadn't known Brenna so well, he wouldn't have caught the small flinch.
"Oh," was all she said, but kept leading him up.
Two male bodies started heading down, then finally revealed two faces Trent would recognize anywhere. Black hair, gray eyes, the twins Skylar and Shayden Grunu were scary to look at. Dressed completely in black that looked cold and were, indeed, cold, they had warm eyes that would play tricks on anybody they decided to turn their wrath on. Trent had always felt that they were more unique than most Guardians, always seeming to understand everything around them.
"Good luck in the lion's den, Trent," Shayden said.
"You'll need it," Skylar added, and they disappeared from view with wicked grins on their faces.
Brenna remained silent.
On the second landing, they ran into a boy talking to two girls. The boy had purple hair and pale blue eyes, good looks with the right charm. Trent would recognize Rainein "Raine" Skuntper anywhere. A girl he had his arm around he knew as Shiya Pertan, with casual blonde hair but menacing black eyes. She was almost as cold as Jahn, and he hadn't realized Raine would like some like her.
Shiya's sister, Krislan, looked the opposite of her younger sister. Long black hair with silver tips at the back, and eyes that were so light a grey, they appeared white. The only things noticeable about them were the pinpoint pupils and a gray ring. Krislan was a not nicer than her sister, but none of them were alike. Guardians never tended to be the same.
"Trent Insetle! Looked what Brenna dragged in, Kris," grinned Raine. Shiya rolled her black eyes upwards and offered Trent a small smile.
Kris leaped around Brenna and hugged Trent tightly. "God, it's like being reunited with the nice side of Shiya!" she stated boldly.
Even Shiya laughed slightly at her sister's joke. It might have been forced, but no one seemed to notice. Then she said to Trent, "You destroyed a lot of work you made after you left, you know. We never thought we'd see you back."
"I knew he'd be back," declared Raine, smiling wildly. He grasped Trent hard on the shoulder, which Trent responded with a small smile, until Raine added, "Permanently."
Brenna glanced at Trent and caught his closed off expression, and said quietly, "He needs to talk to Jahn. I'm going to go make sure she doesn't hurt him."
The three Guardians she had it too glanced at each other, then looked a Trent. Even Kris's eyes were guarded, closed off from the rest. Trent wondered if that had been a mistake on Brenna's side.
"Then go, send him off to his death," said Raine, and returned his attention back to Shiya.
Trent gave a worried look to Brenna, but she wouldn't meet his eyes. She started leading him up the next flight of stairs. There a boy and girl sat on the floor, leaning against the walls opposite of each other. They made nonsense talk about the world-Human, mostly, and the duties of Guardianship.
"I really don't like how we have to-Oh my-Trent!" squealed the redheaded girl. Genevieve Pla'hauer jumped off the wooden floor, staring at him as if she'd seen the most peculiar thing in the world.
"You've-changed!" she said, louder. But she ran and gave him a hug, smiling.
The boy across from Gen stood up like a tiger, bronze hair glinting under the light. David Gertus smiled at Trent. He had been the closet thing to a friend while Trent had stayed in this building with the rest.
"How you been, bud?" he said, warmth in his voice. When he talked to anybody else besides Gen, him, and Brenna, he was cold, icy. Not the warm giant tiger he appeared to be.
"Pretty decent. Gonna be hell after I talk to Jahn, of course, but who-" Trent was saying...
"The Human World *is* hell, Insetle," came a cold voice that always brought images of blood red roses in a field of black ones throughout Trent's mind.
He stressed the word blood in his mind.
R/R, please! They make me work faster. It's like payment..