Hey ya'll! HealerAriel here! I'm SOOOO sorry it's taking me so long to do
my part of the writing, but I don't get much time with school and stuff. By
the way, I made the Honor Roll this quarter, so the work's paying off in
one way ^_^ Anyway, please accept my apologies, and enjoy this!
"Damn her," I growled, pacing back and forth in the living room. My former cousin and all of the Lieutenants were out (not at the same place, of course), so that left only Kain, boredly shining the Soul Reaver and listening to the TV and my ranting about Jen with mild interest. That bitch! How could she blame what she and Rahab had done on Raziel? He was not the one who pushed them together, he was just the one who told me about it! Admittedly, he was a weasel, but at least he was honest about being one! He did not, like his brother, date a girl and pretend to love her when he, in actuality, was just settling for second-best because the one he REALLY wanted was taken!
"Fuck him, how could he lie to me like that?!" I spat, still pacing. I vaguely noticed Kain rolling his eyes.
"Do you plan to stop talking to yourself any time soon?" he asked mildly. "I'm trying to hear the news."
"Oh, what do you care about what goes on with humans?" I demanded. "You hate humans."
"But their silly little troubles are fascinating. Now sit down and shut up." Normally I would have argued. But Kain had a big sword and sharp teeth. There are some lines you don't cross even when you are pissed off to an extraordinary extent. I scowled and plopped down on the couch, as the reporter onscreen continued to talk,
"....for the first time in centuries, covering Pompeii with a new layer of lava. Sadly, tourists Adam and Lynette Connell were killed in the eruption. The couple leaves behind sixteen-year-old daughter Mona Genevra Connell-"
"No," I said shakily. No, there was a mistake. But there they were, my parents' pictures on the screen. My throat felt tight, and it felt like someone had blown a hole in my chest with a Magnum. Then the tears started.
"What?" Kain asked. Then, "Hey, Mona Genevra, that's your name, isn't it?" Did he not get it?!
"DAMMIT, OF COURSE IT'S MY NAME!!" I screamed at him. "THOSE ARE MY PARENTS THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT!! MY. PARENTS. ARE. DEAD!!"
"Oh. Well, that's not good news, is it?"
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" I shrieked, before running up to my room, slamming the door, and falling onto my bed, shaking violently. People say when you hit rock bottom, the only place to go is up. That's a fucking lie. My life hit rock bottom when I caught my boyfriend making out with my cousin. And now, it had started to dig. My mom and my dad were gone forever. The only family left was a traitorous cousin.
"It could be worse, you know," Kain said calmly, having followed me.
"How could it possibly be worse?" I sobbed, glaring daggers at him. He looked thoughtful, then shrugged.
"How the hell should I know? I just thought that'd make you feel better."
"You know what would make me feel better?" I quizzed, getting off my bed and digging in my dresser. I pulled out my pocket knife. "This would make me feel better," I announced, holding it up, then bringing it down hard with the intention of stabbing my own throat. Kain caught my hand and easily wrenched the knife out of my grip.
"What point is there in that?" he asked, tossing my knife out the window. "There are other things that'd make you feel better."
"You know what, Lord Kain?" I said, looking up at him. "There is something you can do to make me feel better."
"Yeah?" he asked cautiously. "What might that be?"
"Make me like you. I want to be a vampire."
***
(I know this isn't the way Kain turns people, but so what? Don't criticize me, I like it this way.)
"You're certain that you want to be a vampire?" Kain asked. Mona nodded, a semi-psychotic sparkle in her eyes. "That's fine by me. But you must be my Lieutenant."
"I get it."
"Alright then." He bit down into the girl's neck, piercing her jugular vein. The child gave a sharp cry of pain, then gritted her teeth and dealt with it. When he'd almost completely drained her of her blood, he sliced his wrist with a claw.
"You have to drink my blood," he explained. Mona complied. She'd never found the taste of blood very appealing, but figured that she would soon enough. She drank until the wound healed itself. Then she began to shiver slightly.
"Who do you serve, little one?" the vampire lord asked, stroking his new "daughter's" hair.
"You, Lord Kain. You are my only Master," she replied. Kain (*gasp*) smiled, and tilted her face upward. He watched her face become paler, and her eyes take on a slight golden tint. Her transformation would be complete in a few hours.
"You are my daughter now," he said. "Soon I'll take you to Nosgoth, and you can create your own clan, like my sons have."
"Thank you, Father."
Well? whatcha think? Cheesy? I don't care!
"Damn her," I growled, pacing back and forth in the living room. My former cousin and all of the Lieutenants were out (not at the same place, of course), so that left only Kain, boredly shining the Soul Reaver and listening to the TV and my ranting about Jen with mild interest. That bitch! How could she blame what she and Rahab had done on Raziel? He was not the one who pushed them together, he was just the one who told me about it! Admittedly, he was a weasel, but at least he was honest about being one! He did not, like his brother, date a girl and pretend to love her when he, in actuality, was just settling for second-best because the one he REALLY wanted was taken!
"Fuck him, how could he lie to me like that?!" I spat, still pacing. I vaguely noticed Kain rolling his eyes.
"Do you plan to stop talking to yourself any time soon?" he asked mildly. "I'm trying to hear the news."
"Oh, what do you care about what goes on with humans?" I demanded. "You hate humans."
"But their silly little troubles are fascinating. Now sit down and shut up." Normally I would have argued. But Kain had a big sword and sharp teeth. There are some lines you don't cross even when you are pissed off to an extraordinary extent. I scowled and plopped down on the couch, as the reporter onscreen continued to talk,
"....for the first time in centuries, covering Pompeii with a new layer of lava. Sadly, tourists Adam and Lynette Connell were killed in the eruption. The couple leaves behind sixteen-year-old daughter Mona Genevra Connell-"
"No," I said shakily. No, there was a mistake. But there they were, my parents' pictures on the screen. My throat felt tight, and it felt like someone had blown a hole in my chest with a Magnum. Then the tears started.
"What?" Kain asked. Then, "Hey, Mona Genevra, that's your name, isn't it?" Did he not get it?!
"DAMMIT, OF COURSE IT'S MY NAME!!" I screamed at him. "THOSE ARE MY PARENTS THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT!! MY. PARENTS. ARE. DEAD!!"
"Oh. Well, that's not good news, is it?"
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" I shrieked, before running up to my room, slamming the door, and falling onto my bed, shaking violently. People say when you hit rock bottom, the only place to go is up. That's a fucking lie. My life hit rock bottom when I caught my boyfriend making out with my cousin. And now, it had started to dig. My mom and my dad were gone forever. The only family left was a traitorous cousin.
"It could be worse, you know," Kain said calmly, having followed me.
"How could it possibly be worse?" I sobbed, glaring daggers at him. He looked thoughtful, then shrugged.
"How the hell should I know? I just thought that'd make you feel better."
"You know what would make me feel better?" I quizzed, getting off my bed and digging in my dresser. I pulled out my pocket knife. "This would make me feel better," I announced, holding it up, then bringing it down hard with the intention of stabbing my own throat. Kain caught my hand and easily wrenched the knife out of my grip.
"What point is there in that?" he asked, tossing my knife out the window. "There are other things that'd make you feel better."
"You know what, Lord Kain?" I said, looking up at him. "There is something you can do to make me feel better."
"Yeah?" he asked cautiously. "What might that be?"
"Make me like you. I want to be a vampire."
***
(I know this isn't the way Kain turns people, but so what? Don't criticize me, I like it this way.)
"You're certain that you want to be a vampire?" Kain asked. Mona nodded, a semi-psychotic sparkle in her eyes. "That's fine by me. But you must be my Lieutenant."
"I get it."
"Alright then." He bit down into the girl's neck, piercing her jugular vein. The child gave a sharp cry of pain, then gritted her teeth and dealt with it. When he'd almost completely drained her of her blood, he sliced his wrist with a claw.
"You have to drink my blood," he explained. Mona complied. She'd never found the taste of blood very appealing, but figured that she would soon enough. She drank until the wound healed itself. Then she began to shiver slightly.
"Who do you serve, little one?" the vampire lord asked, stroking his new "daughter's" hair.
"You, Lord Kain. You are my only Master," she replied. Kain (*gasp*) smiled, and tilted her face upward. He watched her face become paler, and her eyes take on a slight golden tint. Her transformation would be complete in a few hours.
"You are my daughter now," he said. "Soon I'll take you to Nosgoth, and you can create your own clan, like my sons have."
"Thank you, Father."
Well? whatcha think? Cheesy? I don't care!