*I'm new at this so I'm not sure how it works but here goes: The Night
World and all its concepts are property of L.J. Smith. Only the characters
are mine*
They came out of the forest silently and intently, like the night in its wake, creeping ever so slowly across the earth. Their long, dark robes barley swept the ground and it seemed that not even the fierce wind and thundering storm could faze them. There were eight of them, four spread apart from the others, cornering the group. One walked in front, the rest walked in the middle. In the arms of one of them was a small bundle.
The moon, struggled against the turbulent rain clouds to be shone, succeeding in eerily marking their path out of the forest and into the small farm that bordered it. Up ahead, a strong, wire fence enclosed the pasture, as the group approached it bend without resistance as if by magic. They passed it without a glance and kept their steady pace until the arrived at the modest farmhouse made of weathering bricks.
The door was open and on the threshold stood a young couple. Their gazes were wide but they were not frightened. The group halted in unison in front of the porch. The women took a step forward, breaking away from the man's clutch. The leader parted from the front and the one with the bundle stepped forward. The women eagerly held out her arms and it was placed in her arms. She hurried inside but the man waited still.
The leader gazed intensely at the man, as if judging his worth and when he was not found lacking, he moved aside his robe and reached for the sword that swung loosely at his side. He handed it to the farmer and he took it silently with a mix hesitance and awe.
He held the sword in front of his eyes. The farmer noted its graceful curve. All around the handle were elegant loops of some sort. The markings on the sword were intricate patterns of a spell. The language it was written in could not be translated. It was ancient and no longer spoken except maybe by a handful of people. The spell itself was meant for protection, protection of any kind and its capacities were astounding. But he did not know any of this.
The man swiftly made a beautiful arch. The edges gleamed as they reflected beams of moonlight that penetrated through the cracks of clustered clouds. Its power could be felt with every stroke he made. The hand of the leader stopped him from continuing his fascination.
"It is not for you." The simple words, spoken thick with an ancient accent to a language he would never understand, halted his play.
The simple farmer nodded and entered his home.
The group resumed their positions and return deep into the dark forest from where they had came from.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Trash that is what you are." Victor Redfern muttered to her from behind, loud enough for all the vampires in the room to hear but low enough so none of the humans could detect. "Trash is what you will always be."
Ignore him, girl, I order you to ignore him. He's just wants you to lose your temper.
Maya Kaspar didn't turn around. By all outward appearances she wasn't in the slight bit bother by his comment.
I would watch what you're saying Victor. At least I wasn't name out of some Baby Names for Humans book.
She could feel his glare in the back of her head. His hostility all but poured out of him.
Yeah, well what can I say? My parents were idiots. A sudden stillness overtook his body. Maybe I should both our misery Maya and stick this pencil in you right now. Right through the heart.
Her whole body tensed. She refuse show him her fear. Damn it! If only she hadn't somehow wounded up sitting right behind him but in a small town like Turlane, the senior class consisted of twenty-eight people. The principle saw no reason why they shouldn't all take classes together.
For some reason Victor Redfern had made it his goal in life to make Maya miserable. It had been the like that since kindergarten when he cut her pigtails one day during naptime. It had been like that last week when he punched the air out of her Volkswagen's tires.
She deliberately made her voice low and dangerous. "Listen Vicky you can go right ahead but our very own slayer will take it as an excuse to finally get rid of you."
The humans in the class were startled by the sudden outburst of laughter that came out of some of their fellow classmates. What they didn't know, that cause so much amusement was the fact that the town slayer wasn't very effective. In fact, all the qualities that a great slayer possessed were seriously lacking in Dylan Gallenghar.
He was more like the school policy enforcer and made sure none of the vampires, and one shapeshifter got out of line. Dylan had sort of fallen into slayering. He had found two passing vampires out in the forest one time feeding on a deer. He had followed them put one and two together and stumbled into the Night World.
Being the normally lax lamia they were, the vampires had slept late into the morning. Wanting a closer look, he crept over them a piece of wood in hand and tripped on one. The wood had penetrated the heart and in an instant the vampire mummified before him. Dylan had tried to run but tripped again and in went the stick into the other.
After that he had hunted everyone in town in the quest to find more and when he did, he decided it wasn't worth the effort, that is after Victor bloodied him to a pulp. By Night World law he should have been killed but nobody thought it was worth the effort. Dylan was harmless and right now in class, he was staring at them through lowered eyes.
The bell rang and they were dismissed. Maya quickly made her way out of the classroom and out the small schoolhouse. She was very aware of someone following her. She stood facing her car and waited for him to say something.
"It is a pity, isn't it?"
She turned around to face the sandy hair young man. His dark eyes guarded and intimidating were heavy-lidded by long lashes. He smiled at her and all the sternness of his usually serious face melted away.
Maya felt a sweet pang in her heart whenever he looked at her that way. His grin widen, Kage Thorsen knew exactly what he did to her. That bastard.
He was a made vampire, his exact age nobody knew. He had just shown up one day in town, claiming to be tired of the mundane but not wanting to be in a coven. All the girls were crazy about him, and he knew this, thus his presence in school. Victor despised him, for this Maya admired him.
"What is a pity?" She asked him.
He nudged his head to the right. She turned to find Victor staring daggers at hers from shifting eyes with its many colors woven into their depths, constantly shifting depending on his mood. Right now, his eyes were a brilliant shade of blue, the state they normally were when looking at Maya. He walked over to his car and the beautiful dark, curly mane of his disappeared inside. The sleek back car peeled out of the parking lot leaving dust in its wake.
She laughed. "That he is."
He shook his head in silent laughter. "It wasn't what I meant." He climbed into his own classy silver car and drove off. Just before he was out of side he stuck his hand out the window and waved.
She grunted in disgust. How come she didn't have a cool car?
They came out of the forest silently and intently, like the night in its wake, creeping ever so slowly across the earth. Their long, dark robes barley swept the ground and it seemed that not even the fierce wind and thundering storm could faze them. There were eight of them, four spread apart from the others, cornering the group. One walked in front, the rest walked in the middle. In the arms of one of them was a small bundle.
The moon, struggled against the turbulent rain clouds to be shone, succeeding in eerily marking their path out of the forest and into the small farm that bordered it. Up ahead, a strong, wire fence enclosed the pasture, as the group approached it bend without resistance as if by magic. They passed it without a glance and kept their steady pace until the arrived at the modest farmhouse made of weathering bricks.
The door was open and on the threshold stood a young couple. Their gazes were wide but they were not frightened. The group halted in unison in front of the porch. The women took a step forward, breaking away from the man's clutch. The leader parted from the front and the one with the bundle stepped forward. The women eagerly held out her arms and it was placed in her arms. She hurried inside but the man waited still.
The leader gazed intensely at the man, as if judging his worth and when he was not found lacking, he moved aside his robe and reached for the sword that swung loosely at his side. He handed it to the farmer and he took it silently with a mix hesitance and awe.
He held the sword in front of his eyes. The farmer noted its graceful curve. All around the handle were elegant loops of some sort. The markings on the sword were intricate patterns of a spell. The language it was written in could not be translated. It was ancient and no longer spoken except maybe by a handful of people. The spell itself was meant for protection, protection of any kind and its capacities were astounding. But he did not know any of this.
The man swiftly made a beautiful arch. The edges gleamed as they reflected beams of moonlight that penetrated through the cracks of clustered clouds. Its power could be felt with every stroke he made. The hand of the leader stopped him from continuing his fascination.
"It is not for you." The simple words, spoken thick with an ancient accent to a language he would never understand, halted his play.
The simple farmer nodded and entered his home.
The group resumed their positions and return deep into the dark forest from where they had came from.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Trash that is what you are." Victor Redfern muttered to her from behind, loud enough for all the vampires in the room to hear but low enough so none of the humans could detect. "Trash is what you will always be."
Ignore him, girl, I order you to ignore him. He's just wants you to lose your temper.
Maya Kaspar didn't turn around. By all outward appearances she wasn't in the slight bit bother by his comment.
I would watch what you're saying Victor. At least I wasn't name out of some Baby Names for Humans book.
She could feel his glare in the back of her head. His hostility all but poured out of him.
Yeah, well what can I say? My parents were idiots. A sudden stillness overtook his body. Maybe I should both our misery Maya and stick this pencil in you right now. Right through the heart.
Her whole body tensed. She refuse show him her fear. Damn it! If only she hadn't somehow wounded up sitting right behind him but in a small town like Turlane, the senior class consisted of twenty-eight people. The principle saw no reason why they shouldn't all take classes together.
For some reason Victor Redfern had made it his goal in life to make Maya miserable. It had been the like that since kindergarten when he cut her pigtails one day during naptime. It had been like that last week when he punched the air out of her Volkswagen's tires.
She deliberately made her voice low and dangerous. "Listen Vicky you can go right ahead but our very own slayer will take it as an excuse to finally get rid of you."
The humans in the class were startled by the sudden outburst of laughter that came out of some of their fellow classmates. What they didn't know, that cause so much amusement was the fact that the town slayer wasn't very effective. In fact, all the qualities that a great slayer possessed were seriously lacking in Dylan Gallenghar.
He was more like the school policy enforcer and made sure none of the vampires, and one shapeshifter got out of line. Dylan had sort of fallen into slayering. He had found two passing vampires out in the forest one time feeding on a deer. He had followed them put one and two together and stumbled into the Night World.
Being the normally lax lamia they were, the vampires had slept late into the morning. Wanting a closer look, he crept over them a piece of wood in hand and tripped on one. The wood had penetrated the heart and in an instant the vampire mummified before him. Dylan had tried to run but tripped again and in went the stick into the other.
After that he had hunted everyone in town in the quest to find more and when he did, he decided it wasn't worth the effort, that is after Victor bloodied him to a pulp. By Night World law he should have been killed but nobody thought it was worth the effort. Dylan was harmless and right now in class, he was staring at them through lowered eyes.
The bell rang and they were dismissed. Maya quickly made her way out of the classroom and out the small schoolhouse. She was very aware of someone following her. She stood facing her car and waited for him to say something.
"It is a pity, isn't it?"
She turned around to face the sandy hair young man. His dark eyes guarded and intimidating were heavy-lidded by long lashes. He smiled at her and all the sternness of his usually serious face melted away.
Maya felt a sweet pang in her heart whenever he looked at her that way. His grin widen, Kage Thorsen knew exactly what he did to her. That bastard.
He was a made vampire, his exact age nobody knew. He had just shown up one day in town, claiming to be tired of the mundane but not wanting to be in a coven. All the girls were crazy about him, and he knew this, thus his presence in school. Victor despised him, for this Maya admired him.
"What is a pity?" She asked him.
He nudged his head to the right. She turned to find Victor staring daggers at hers from shifting eyes with its many colors woven into their depths, constantly shifting depending on his mood. Right now, his eyes were a brilliant shade of blue, the state they normally were when looking at Maya. He walked over to his car and the beautiful dark, curly mane of his disappeared inside. The sleek back car peeled out of the parking lot leaving dust in its wake.
She laughed. "That he is."
He shook his head in silent laughter. "It wasn't what I meant." He climbed into his own classy silver car and drove off. Just before he was out of side he stuck his hand out the window and waved.
She grunted in disgust. How come she didn't have a cool car?