"Cairbre." Fala's voice whispered sweetly in my ear as I sipped my drink in
Las Noches. That voice could make my insides bubble with desire or make me
want to rip her heart out. Right now it was neither, just Fala, just her
naturally bitchy self. I didnt reply. I was not in the mood to. Plus, I was
busy. Drinking cyanide required concentration. Well actually it didnt but I
made it look that way.
When I didn't reply, she brushed some of my ash colored hair out of my face. My hair was always that greyish color, even when I was human. Once again she whispered but this time with a bit more hostilty. She was never very patient. "Yes Fala?" I finally replied, my fingers circling the rim of my cup.
"I have a proposition for you." Oh great. I didnt want it even if she would jump off a cliff as a payment. Kaei looked over at me and arched a brow. She must have known what the proposition was, but I was in no mood to talk to either of the women. I left right then to my room behind Las Noches.
Even from my room I heard Fala curse. I smiled. Who couldnt? The tone of voice she used when she cursed could still serpents. But I'm no serpent, I'm a vampire.
Yes I am weak, but only because I was the one that had drained my blood. Committing suicide seemed like such a good idea those 20 years ago, but someone had intervened. Someone who liked to watch others suffer for eternity.
I shook that thought out of my mind as I layed down on my bed. My navy blue jeans and my matching t-shirt became lost in the navy blanket and only my pale skin, grey hair, and black eyes were easily visible.
I had always been quiet, even as a human. But it was my art that damned me. Just like Nissa, I would have not been given a second glance. But Kendra had noticed me, my art. And she was the one to try and change me.
Of course, my art was never bright and happy. It was blacks, greys, dark blues and burgundies. Full moons and forests. Death and destruction. Pain. Hate. All were visible in my art.
I did not realize that I had drifted off to sleep until I felt an aura sweep across my pale cold skin. I was one of very few vampires that dreamt as they slept. I do not know why I dream when others do not, but it is so and I deal with it.
Sitting up, I looked at who had visited my room. Rabe. I smirked. She had a knack for coming in when I slept. "Sleeping well Cairbre?" She asked me. Her voice was not like most humans, but more like ours. Silky and beautiful. I suppose that she talks that way from all of the vampire contact. Kaei's voice is similar as well.
"Was," I replied, trying to sound grumpy. Didn't work. I don't really know why she visits me. I am one of few vampires in Kendra's line that lives in New Mayhem. But the life of bashes does not suit me, as it does Kendra's other fledglings.
"Good." Slowly, she walked to my bed and sat down at the edge. "I heard Fala's poliet response to your leaving."
"Good." I answered, not really in the mood to talk. Thinking about my past made me irritable. Luckily, she noticed. Rabe's eyes shifted color as she stood and kissed me on the head. I would usually kill a human for touching me, but Rabe is different. She is my friend.
Yes I know that having friends is never a good thing, especially when you have to watch them shrivel. Hopefully I can convince Rabe to become one of us before it's too late. "Well, sleep well Cairbre," she whispered in my ear so innocently sweet before turning and leaving.
I lay back down and stare at my ceiling. In the next room I can hear Aubrey pacing. I wonder what is disturbing him. But I fall asleep before I can begin to think.
**so what do you think? Please tell me how you feel! I need five reviews before chapter two. I dont think I saw a story about it and so I was like....*writer shock* Hehe thank you for reading this. Have a good day!
May your blood flow freely,
Krikoris
"Insanity makes the rivers flow"
When I didn't reply, she brushed some of my ash colored hair out of my face. My hair was always that greyish color, even when I was human. Once again she whispered but this time with a bit more hostilty. She was never very patient. "Yes Fala?" I finally replied, my fingers circling the rim of my cup.
"I have a proposition for you." Oh great. I didnt want it even if she would jump off a cliff as a payment. Kaei looked over at me and arched a brow. She must have known what the proposition was, but I was in no mood to talk to either of the women. I left right then to my room behind Las Noches.
Even from my room I heard Fala curse. I smiled. Who couldnt? The tone of voice she used when she cursed could still serpents. But I'm no serpent, I'm a vampire.
Yes I am weak, but only because I was the one that had drained my blood. Committing suicide seemed like such a good idea those 20 years ago, but someone had intervened. Someone who liked to watch others suffer for eternity.
I shook that thought out of my mind as I layed down on my bed. My navy blue jeans and my matching t-shirt became lost in the navy blanket and only my pale skin, grey hair, and black eyes were easily visible.
I had always been quiet, even as a human. But it was my art that damned me. Just like Nissa, I would have not been given a second glance. But Kendra had noticed me, my art. And she was the one to try and change me.
Of course, my art was never bright and happy. It was blacks, greys, dark blues and burgundies. Full moons and forests. Death and destruction. Pain. Hate. All were visible in my art.
I did not realize that I had drifted off to sleep until I felt an aura sweep across my pale cold skin. I was one of very few vampires that dreamt as they slept. I do not know why I dream when others do not, but it is so and I deal with it.
Sitting up, I looked at who had visited my room. Rabe. I smirked. She had a knack for coming in when I slept. "Sleeping well Cairbre?" She asked me. Her voice was not like most humans, but more like ours. Silky and beautiful. I suppose that she talks that way from all of the vampire contact. Kaei's voice is similar as well.
"Was," I replied, trying to sound grumpy. Didn't work. I don't really know why she visits me. I am one of few vampires in Kendra's line that lives in New Mayhem. But the life of bashes does not suit me, as it does Kendra's other fledglings.
"Good." Slowly, she walked to my bed and sat down at the edge. "I heard Fala's poliet response to your leaving."
"Good." I answered, not really in the mood to talk. Thinking about my past made me irritable. Luckily, she noticed. Rabe's eyes shifted color as she stood and kissed me on the head. I would usually kill a human for touching me, but Rabe is different. She is my friend.
Yes I know that having friends is never a good thing, especially when you have to watch them shrivel. Hopefully I can convince Rabe to become one of us before it's too late. "Well, sleep well Cairbre," she whispered in my ear so innocently sweet before turning and leaving.
I lay back down and stare at my ceiling. In the next room I can hear Aubrey pacing. I wonder what is disturbing him. But I fall asleep before I can begin to think.
**so what do you think? Please tell me how you feel! I need five reviews before chapter two. I dont think I saw a story about it and so I was like....*writer shock* Hehe thank you for reading this. Have a good day!
May your blood flow freely,
Krikoris
"Insanity makes the rivers flow"