**Alright, chapter two. Of course its still in Cairbre's POV. Dont you love
that name? Me too. The italics is his dream, and the non italics is when he
is awake. Obviously lol. So how did ya'll like the first chapter? It is
kind of hard to write two fics at the same time, but I am multi talented
lol. Plus, you writers know how it is. If you dont write something done it
goes away. Hmm well. As I so stupidly forgotten in the first chapter, all
of these characters belong to Amelia. Yes, sadly, even Cairbre, doesnt he?
I mean....whatever. I am hurting my brain. Enjoy!**
"Good," I whispered to myself as I put down my brush and looked at my finished painting. I was proud of it, as others would be when they first would cast their judgmental gaze upon it. The splashes of blood red would hypnotize them as it contrasted with the blacks that enveloped the navy blues. I smiled. This had to be my best painting yet.
I stood and brushed off the paint from my fingers onto my ruined jeans. I never wore my school uniform while I painted, since I only had one. My parents would kill me. Not as if I would mind. My painting was the only thing I lived for.
"Very impressive," a voice said behind me. I gripped my paint brush in my hand, which was the only thing I could use a weapon. No one was supposed to be here, not even this beautiful young woman standing in front of me. "I approve, Cairbre." I didn't recall seeing her, and this made me nervous. How did she know my name?
"Go away," I growled as I put my paint brush down and ran my slender fingers through my ash hair; leaving specks of black, red, and blue in it. My hair never stayed clean. I always did that when I was mad, confused, or trying to calm down. I always did it while I was painting.
"Why would you dismiss your biggest fan so swiftly?" Her words did not make me turn around, but they did make me think just a bit. I have always gone to the art showings, in disguise of course, to see who was looking at my pictures. There had been one girl that had been there with a young man every time. The young man had dirty blond hair and black eyes, but I never got a good look at the woman. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that the girl behind me was that woman.
"Because I don't care." I replied sharply as I closed my paints. Not one bright color was used. I never had use for them.
"You should," I heard her voice slither to my ears, and I had to shiver. There was something very wrong with her. I had the sudden urge to run away. But she was the one on my property and she should be the one leaving.
"Listen, I asked you to leave." Her black skirt blew in the slight wind and the black tanktop was very low cut. But I did not look at that. That would be rude and disgusting. I looked at her eyes. Her obsidian black eyes. I knew that there was something not right about those eyes. "So go." My voice came out harsher than I wanted, but I didn't care. I wanted her gone.
"Fine, Cairbre. We will meet again." She turned and walked away. No, glided away is more like it. She moved gracefully, too gracefully.
Glancing around the forest, I saw the moon. Full and beautiful. I stepped on my foot stool and turned off the lamp that I had hung in a low branch of a tree. My eyes adjusted quickly to the dark and the moon helped me. My eyes still gazed at the moon as I slipped my paints into my backpack. Just as I was about to slip the white paint in, I remembered that I forgot to put on the date. Pulling out my thinnest paintbrush, I opened the white paint and wrote the date at the bottom of the painting in elegant writing. May 13, 1963.
I woke up with a jerk. That dream had plagued me for such a long time that it hurt. The dream wasn't really a dream, but a memory. How I hated that day. That was the day I met Kendra.
I listened carefully and heard that Aubrey was no longer pacing. Good. Maybe there would be some interesting people....I mean vampires down in the club. I got off my bed and pulled off my shirt. Pulling open my closet door, I glanced around inside and ripped a forest green baggy shirt off its hanger, then slipped it over my head. I never liked tight shirts. Even though they did show off my muscular body, I never enjoyed flaunting it.
Quickly I jumped out of my navy blue jeans and slipped into some black ones. Although I knew what I would see, I looked at the mirror at my right. My reflection was more visible than the older vampires, but it was still misty. Just as always, my reflection mocked me. I hated looking at it, how it reminded me that I would live forever. Those black eyes laughing at me.
On a sudden whim, I made them their original color. Now my cold ice blue glare replaced the ebony one. "Better," I told myself as I pulled on a pair of combat boots. Metal tipped of course. Never leave the house without them. Then I brought myself down to Las Noches, hoping for a fight. Or maybe Rabe or Kaei to talk to.
Just as I arrived there, I smelled blood in the air. Suddenly hungry and in no rush to fight, I once again left and went to seek someone to feed off of.
**Yep, chapter two is short. I really tried to make it longer but to no avail. *sigh* Four reviews until next chapter, but I doubt anyone likes this. Anywho, have a nice day!
May your blood flow freely,
Krikoris
"Insanity makes the rivers flow"
"Good," I whispered to myself as I put down my brush and looked at my finished painting. I was proud of it, as others would be when they first would cast their judgmental gaze upon it. The splashes of blood red would hypnotize them as it contrasted with the blacks that enveloped the navy blues. I smiled. This had to be my best painting yet.
I stood and brushed off the paint from my fingers onto my ruined jeans. I never wore my school uniform while I painted, since I only had one. My parents would kill me. Not as if I would mind. My painting was the only thing I lived for.
"Very impressive," a voice said behind me. I gripped my paint brush in my hand, which was the only thing I could use a weapon. No one was supposed to be here, not even this beautiful young woman standing in front of me. "I approve, Cairbre." I didn't recall seeing her, and this made me nervous. How did she know my name?
"Go away," I growled as I put my paint brush down and ran my slender fingers through my ash hair; leaving specks of black, red, and blue in it. My hair never stayed clean. I always did that when I was mad, confused, or trying to calm down. I always did it while I was painting.
"Why would you dismiss your biggest fan so swiftly?" Her words did not make me turn around, but they did make me think just a bit. I have always gone to the art showings, in disguise of course, to see who was looking at my pictures. There had been one girl that had been there with a young man every time. The young man had dirty blond hair and black eyes, but I never got a good look at the woman. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that the girl behind me was that woman.
"Because I don't care." I replied sharply as I closed my paints. Not one bright color was used. I never had use for them.
"You should," I heard her voice slither to my ears, and I had to shiver. There was something very wrong with her. I had the sudden urge to run away. But she was the one on my property and she should be the one leaving.
"Listen, I asked you to leave." Her black skirt blew in the slight wind and the black tanktop was very low cut. But I did not look at that. That would be rude and disgusting. I looked at her eyes. Her obsidian black eyes. I knew that there was something not right about those eyes. "So go." My voice came out harsher than I wanted, but I didn't care. I wanted her gone.
"Fine, Cairbre. We will meet again." She turned and walked away. No, glided away is more like it. She moved gracefully, too gracefully.
Glancing around the forest, I saw the moon. Full and beautiful. I stepped on my foot stool and turned off the lamp that I had hung in a low branch of a tree. My eyes adjusted quickly to the dark and the moon helped me. My eyes still gazed at the moon as I slipped my paints into my backpack. Just as I was about to slip the white paint in, I remembered that I forgot to put on the date. Pulling out my thinnest paintbrush, I opened the white paint and wrote the date at the bottom of the painting in elegant writing. May 13, 1963.
I woke up with a jerk. That dream had plagued me for such a long time that it hurt. The dream wasn't really a dream, but a memory. How I hated that day. That was the day I met Kendra.
I listened carefully and heard that Aubrey was no longer pacing. Good. Maybe there would be some interesting people....I mean vampires down in the club. I got off my bed and pulled off my shirt. Pulling open my closet door, I glanced around inside and ripped a forest green baggy shirt off its hanger, then slipped it over my head. I never liked tight shirts. Even though they did show off my muscular body, I never enjoyed flaunting it.
Quickly I jumped out of my navy blue jeans and slipped into some black ones. Although I knew what I would see, I looked at the mirror at my right. My reflection was more visible than the older vampires, but it was still misty. Just as always, my reflection mocked me. I hated looking at it, how it reminded me that I would live forever. Those black eyes laughing at me.
On a sudden whim, I made them their original color. Now my cold ice blue glare replaced the ebony one. "Better," I told myself as I pulled on a pair of combat boots. Metal tipped of course. Never leave the house without them. Then I brought myself down to Las Noches, hoping for a fight. Or maybe Rabe or Kaei to talk to.
Just as I arrived there, I smelled blood in the air. Suddenly hungry and in no rush to fight, I once again left and went to seek someone to feed off of.
**Yep, chapter two is short. I really tried to make it longer but to no avail. *sigh* Four reviews until next chapter, but I doubt anyone likes this. Anywho, have a nice day!
May your blood flow freely,
Krikoris
"Insanity makes the rivers flow"