My turn to narrate! Yay! Oh, HealerAriel here. Aren't collaborations
awsome? I'm not bothering with a disclaimer, by the way. Everyone can rest
assured that if I DID own Legacy of Kain, I wouldn't be writing fan fics to
amuse myself. I'd be ransacking ancient tombs, like my hero, Lara Croft.
I hate airports. There are too many people, and crowds make me really, really uncomfortable. I'm more comfortable when I'm all alone.
One thing was for sure: finding Jen would be hell. There were easily millions of people at the airport, and it didn't help that I hadn't seen my cousin for, oh, five years or so. She lived on the other side of the country. I shifted the black leather suitcase to my other hand and surveyed the area helplessly. What if I couldn't find her? I knew no one here, I had no money, and I couldn't call my parents. They were spending two years in Europe. Without me. I was not in a good mood.
I found myself looking at two people in particular. The guy was very pale with stringy black hair. He looked like a punk rocker. The girl kissing him was tall, thin, and disgustingly beautiful. I had found Jen. I rolled my eyes, walked over to them, and cleared my throat loudly. My cousin whipped around to face me.
"Momo! I didn't expect to see you," she said.
"You were here to pick me up, how is it possible that you didn't expect to see me?" I muttered. Jen scoffed.
"You're such a little smartass. Anyway, this is my boyfriend Zephon," she said, motioning toward the punk rocker guy she'd been sucking face with moments ago. He nodded his head in "greeting". He looked like the sort of guy who had a mean streak a mile wide. Jen turned to him. "Zephon, this is my cousin, Momo."
"Actually my name is Mona Genevra," I said. "People stopped calling me 'Momo' when I was eight years old." Jen rolled her eyes.
"But she'll whine, so call her Mona." Her boyfriend still wasn't speaking.To be honest, he was starting to creep me out. Although I soon had something else to worry about.
Jen's driving.
***
We made it to Jen's house in almost no time (because she seems to quite dislike the idea of a speed limit, and so was going several dozen miles over it). But amazingly, I survived the car ride.
"Jen?" I said, as Zephon got my bags and started into the house ahead of us.
"Yeah?"
"I am definitely riding the bus to school."
"And Mona?"
"Yeah?"
"I need to discuss something with you before we go inside. You see, I have a few roomates. Seven, actually, including Zephon. They're all guys, and they're all...vampires." I gave her a look.
"You mean, Goths who think they're vampires?"
"No. Real, blood-drinking, immortal vampires."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Sweet."
***
Jen led me down into her basement. And indeed, there were several incredibly pale, incredibly muscular guys down there: three with jet-black hair like Zephon's, one bald (and looking exceedingly unhealthy, I might add), and one with snow white hair and greenish skin, who reminded me tremendously of a seasick old man. They were, oddly enough, playing video games. That was...sorta the last thing you'd expect a vampire to do.
"Oh," the sickly-looking, bald one said, catching sight of me. "Jen's cousin's here." He and one of the black-haired guys got up from the couch and came over. The rest of them continued to stare at the TV screen with rapt attention.
"Guys," Jen said, "This is Mona. Mona, this is Melchiah-" she motioned toward the bald guy, who smiled slightly "- and this is Rahab," she indicated the black-haired guy this time. He was tall and slim and, honestly, not bad-looking. "He's the cultural genius of this operation." The guy stepped forward.
"Bonjour, mademoiselle," he said, taking my hand and kissing it. Strangely, I was less surprised about the fact that his hand consisted of three claws, and more surprised that a vampire had just spoken to me in perfect French. I had taken French in school.
"Bonjour, monsieur," I replied. He smiled, revealing enlongated upper canine teeth that came to sharp points at the end. That was cool! Jen then proceeded,
"The guy with the white hair is Kain," she explained. "He's the boss vampire. He's the one who turned the rest of these guys into vampires. And the one losing spectacularly to Kain is Turel,-" she pointed to a very tall vampire with bigger ears than the rest of them- "he's our resident sorcerer- slash-cook. He'll do your homework for you if he likes you. That guy over there is Dumah." The vampire she was referring to was the tallest by far, built like Arnold Schwartzeneggar on steroids, and bore an uncanny resemblence to the Scorpion King. He was, in fact, doing bicep curls with what looked like 260-pound barbells as he watched Turel get his ass kicked by Kain.
"Let me guess," I stated. "Dumah's the brainless superjock of the group."
"That about sums him up, yeah," Jen agreed. Dumah either hadn't heard or wasn't paying attention to anything but the video games and his muscle tone, because he didn't respond to our calling him brainless.
"Don't I get introduced?" a voice asked from behind me and my cousin. I turned to see a very, very handsome vampire leaning against the doorframe and smirking. He had his long black hair in a ponytail, had on leather pants, and wore a red shirt unbuttoned. The look of a true player. I saw Jen tense slightly.
"Oh. Hi, Raziel," she said. "This is my cousin Mona." I looked between Jen and the sexy undead guy. Something had definitely happened between them. Best not to bring it up. I may be tactless, but I'm not stupid.
"Very nice to meet you, Mona," he said, almost seductively. Jen's face flushed.
"No," she said firmly. "I forbid it, Raziel." The vampire held his hands up in defeat.
"I understand. Forgive me for even considering it." Jen glared at him.
"Come on, Mona. I'll help you unpack your stuff," she said, practically dragging me upstairs and away from Raziel, who still stood there with that smirk on his face.
"What did he mean?" I asked. "What were you two talking about?"
"Raziel," she said, herding me into my guestroom, "has very bad habits concerning women."
"Such as?"
"I mean it, Mona, if he lays one finger on you, you tell me, and he will be gone," Jen spat angrily, completely ignoring me. "If he does anything, says anything, even if he looks at you the wrong way-"
"Jen!" I grabbed her by the shoulders (which was awkward, considering that she was at least a foot taller than I was). "Calm down. I don't know what this sudden paranoia is about, but chill. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. Besides, I'm way to young for him."
"Yeah, so was I," Jen muttered bitterly. "That didn't stop him."
I hate airports. There are too many people, and crowds make me really, really uncomfortable. I'm more comfortable when I'm all alone.
One thing was for sure: finding Jen would be hell. There were easily millions of people at the airport, and it didn't help that I hadn't seen my cousin for, oh, five years or so. She lived on the other side of the country. I shifted the black leather suitcase to my other hand and surveyed the area helplessly. What if I couldn't find her? I knew no one here, I had no money, and I couldn't call my parents. They were spending two years in Europe. Without me. I was not in a good mood.
I found myself looking at two people in particular. The guy was very pale with stringy black hair. He looked like a punk rocker. The girl kissing him was tall, thin, and disgustingly beautiful. I had found Jen. I rolled my eyes, walked over to them, and cleared my throat loudly. My cousin whipped around to face me.
"Momo! I didn't expect to see you," she said.
"You were here to pick me up, how is it possible that you didn't expect to see me?" I muttered. Jen scoffed.
"You're such a little smartass. Anyway, this is my boyfriend Zephon," she said, motioning toward the punk rocker guy she'd been sucking face with moments ago. He nodded his head in "greeting". He looked like the sort of guy who had a mean streak a mile wide. Jen turned to him. "Zephon, this is my cousin, Momo."
"Actually my name is Mona Genevra," I said. "People stopped calling me 'Momo' when I was eight years old." Jen rolled her eyes.
"But she'll whine, so call her Mona." Her boyfriend still wasn't speaking.To be honest, he was starting to creep me out. Although I soon had something else to worry about.
Jen's driving.
***
We made it to Jen's house in almost no time (because she seems to quite dislike the idea of a speed limit, and so was going several dozen miles over it). But amazingly, I survived the car ride.
"Jen?" I said, as Zephon got my bags and started into the house ahead of us.
"Yeah?"
"I am definitely riding the bus to school."
"And Mona?"
"Yeah?"
"I need to discuss something with you before we go inside. You see, I have a few roomates. Seven, actually, including Zephon. They're all guys, and they're all...vampires." I gave her a look.
"You mean, Goths who think they're vampires?"
"No. Real, blood-drinking, immortal vampires."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Sweet."
***
Jen led me down into her basement. And indeed, there were several incredibly pale, incredibly muscular guys down there: three with jet-black hair like Zephon's, one bald (and looking exceedingly unhealthy, I might add), and one with snow white hair and greenish skin, who reminded me tremendously of a seasick old man. They were, oddly enough, playing video games. That was...sorta the last thing you'd expect a vampire to do.
"Oh," the sickly-looking, bald one said, catching sight of me. "Jen's cousin's here." He and one of the black-haired guys got up from the couch and came over. The rest of them continued to stare at the TV screen with rapt attention.
"Guys," Jen said, "This is Mona. Mona, this is Melchiah-" she motioned toward the bald guy, who smiled slightly "- and this is Rahab," she indicated the black-haired guy this time. He was tall and slim and, honestly, not bad-looking. "He's the cultural genius of this operation." The guy stepped forward.
"Bonjour, mademoiselle," he said, taking my hand and kissing it. Strangely, I was less surprised about the fact that his hand consisted of three claws, and more surprised that a vampire had just spoken to me in perfect French. I had taken French in school.
"Bonjour, monsieur," I replied. He smiled, revealing enlongated upper canine teeth that came to sharp points at the end. That was cool! Jen then proceeded,
"The guy with the white hair is Kain," she explained. "He's the boss vampire. He's the one who turned the rest of these guys into vampires. And the one losing spectacularly to Kain is Turel,-" she pointed to a very tall vampire with bigger ears than the rest of them- "he's our resident sorcerer- slash-cook. He'll do your homework for you if he likes you. That guy over there is Dumah." The vampire she was referring to was the tallest by far, built like Arnold Schwartzeneggar on steroids, and bore an uncanny resemblence to the Scorpion King. He was, in fact, doing bicep curls with what looked like 260-pound barbells as he watched Turel get his ass kicked by Kain.
"Let me guess," I stated. "Dumah's the brainless superjock of the group."
"That about sums him up, yeah," Jen agreed. Dumah either hadn't heard or wasn't paying attention to anything but the video games and his muscle tone, because he didn't respond to our calling him brainless.
"Don't I get introduced?" a voice asked from behind me and my cousin. I turned to see a very, very handsome vampire leaning against the doorframe and smirking. He had his long black hair in a ponytail, had on leather pants, and wore a red shirt unbuttoned. The look of a true player. I saw Jen tense slightly.
"Oh. Hi, Raziel," she said. "This is my cousin Mona." I looked between Jen and the sexy undead guy. Something had definitely happened between them. Best not to bring it up. I may be tactless, but I'm not stupid.
"Very nice to meet you, Mona," he said, almost seductively. Jen's face flushed.
"No," she said firmly. "I forbid it, Raziel." The vampire held his hands up in defeat.
"I understand. Forgive me for even considering it." Jen glared at him.
"Come on, Mona. I'll help you unpack your stuff," she said, practically dragging me upstairs and away from Raziel, who still stood there with that smirk on his face.
"What did he mean?" I asked. "What were you two talking about?"
"Raziel," she said, herding me into my guestroom, "has very bad habits concerning women."
"Such as?"
"I mean it, Mona, if he lays one finger on you, you tell me, and he will be gone," Jen spat angrily, completely ignoring me. "If he does anything, says anything, even if he looks at you the wrong way-"
"Jen!" I grabbed her by the shoulders (which was awkward, considering that she was at least a foot taller than I was). "Calm down. I don't know what this sudden paranoia is about, but chill. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. Besides, I'm way to young for him."
"Yeah, so was I," Jen muttered bitterly. "That didn't stop him."