When I once again returned to Las Noches, I knew that several vampires
turned their head. I know that even though I never told any of them that I
went to SingleEarth, it was sickenly easy to tell just by my aura. Now that
I have killed, my aura changed. And it changed greatly.
Before I had only been a vampire who still resented what he was, and now I knew what it was like to feel death pass you by as the one in your arms takes your toll instead. And as others had admitted, once you kill the first time, the bloodlust is twice as strong.
"Cairbre?" I turned my head to see Rabe staring at me wide eyed. I smiled. No matter how many humans I would ever kill, Rabe would remained untouched by my damned fingers. She is too precious to me to threaten her like that.
"I see the little fledgling has finally gotten a good taste of what it is like to be a true vampire." I did not need to turn around to know who that was. Damn her.
"He's stronger too," came another voice and I turned to meet it. "He might be as strong as Nikolas now. Doubtful though."
"Oh," came Fala's voice again as I turned around, "Did you hear us talking about you Cairbre?"
"How could he not?" Snapped Rabe, who was glaring at Fala from behind the bar. "Half the damn bar can hear you obnoxious voice. No wonder all the humans left."
"You stupid little human.." Fala growled as she stood up. Jager stayed where he was; at the table.
"I must not be that stupid if I got you mad," Rabe responded innocently as she turned her back to Fala and searched around at the bottles. When a human turns their back on an angry vampire, that's an insult on the vampire's side. I mean, a vampire has to be pretty weak if a human doesn't feel uncomfortable with it at his or her back.
Fala lunged. She was just about at Rabe when I tackled her. We both landed on a table, which broke under our weight. I was ontop of her with my hands around her neck. Lucky me, I thought when I noticed that she had pinned her own hands under her body when she had tried to cushion her fall onto the table. "If you ever," I growled as I held her in my grasp, "EVER hurt Rabe. I will KILL you. I will bite into that tan little neck of yours, drink your blood, and take a table leg to your heart. Do you understand?"
She didn't really answer the way I had hoped. Her right knee connected with my stomach and I fell back in surprise.
Jager watched me intently as I stumbled back as Fala's mind struck mine. Rabe cursed under her breath but didn't move. Even though she lives in New Mayhem, she is still a human. And humans are considered foolish children in our world. Rabe is just less foolish and more open to accepting that the humans, who think they are at the top of the food chain, are definitely not.
"Don't threaten me child," Fala growled as she got back on her feet. "Just because you killed your prey once doesn't mean you can take me down."
"I could take you down even if I never killed that girl," I answered back coolly, even though I knew I couldn't.
"No you couldn't, fledgling," she replied in the same cool tone. Now I don't know if God or Satan decided to help me, but I got some help. Risika appeared in Las Noches just as Fala was about to strike my mind again.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Risika warned Fala almost playfully as she grabbed a random bottle from behind the bar. From the corner of my eye I saw Jager's eyebrow arch just slightly. As always, Risika caught Jager's eye.
"And why not?" Was Fala's response. Just then I heard Risika in my mind. Hit her with your mind while she's distracted. I wondered for a moment and she added, anytime now, you know. I was only partially aware of the verbal conversation that was going on between them
Right then I looked at Rabe and thought about what I would do to Fala if she had injured one hair on Rabe's beautiful head. Unreasonable anger surged through me and I hit Fala so hard that she actually fell back a foot or so on the floor. Wow, I had never done that before..Her look of pure shock slowly changed to suppressed fear. She left without another word.
"Good job fledgling," Jager told me before leaving as well.
"Yeah," Risika agreed, "Not bad." And with that she was gone. Slowly I turned my head to see half the humans staring at me and several vampires giving me curious glances. I had been the joke of the club; I rarely bothered any vampires, talked continuously with the human bartenders, drank cyanide, and usually drank animal or willing humans. I never even killed the animals. I had been a vegetarian. Now I had just gotten compliments from two of the strongest vampires in the Silver Line. And what got the vampires was that I was in the Kendra Line, the line of arts.
"You want your drink or not mister hero?" Kaei's voice questioned me and I turned to look at the two girls. They were both beautiful. I could not live without their conversations. They were my last sane ties to the mortal world. I could not let them get hurt, even if I had to die to save them.
Nodding slowly I took the cold water in between my two hands and sat down at the bar. Everyone acted as if the fight never happened. Good. I didn't like them looking at me like that. After taking a sip, I finally noticed that there were several good sized splinters in my hands. Laughing, I set the bottle down and began to pick them out. My body had tried to heal around them, and now it hurt twice as much as a normal splinter.
I winced and Rabe laughed at me. When I looked at her she gave me a long serious look. It was rare to get one of those from Rabe. "Listen, I could have, no I would have died if you hadn't done that." There was no way that Fala could have killed Rabe quickly, unless she broke her neck. I shuddered. "I could have crashed into the bottles and bled to death."
"I would have given you my blood," I replied, taking a sip of my drink as if I was talking about the weather over a cup of coffee.
"I would never forgive you if you did." Was Rabe's answer before she quickly kissed my cheek and left. How odd, what she did and what she said didn't match. Which one was she lying about?
Before I had only been a vampire who still resented what he was, and now I knew what it was like to feel death pass you by as the one in your arms takes your toll instead. And as others had admitted, once you kill the first time, the bloodlust is twice as strong.
"Cairbre?" I turned my head to see Rabe staring at me wide eyed. I smiled. No matter how many humans I would ever kill, Rabe would remained untouched by my damned fingers. She is too precious to me to threaten her like that.
"I see the little fledgling has finally gotten a good taste of what it is like to be a true vampire." I did not need to turn around to know who that was. Damn her.
"He's stronger too," came another voice and I turned to meet it. "He might be as strong as Nikolas now. Doubtful though."
"Oh," came Fala's voice again as I turned around, "Did you hear us talking about you Cairbre?"
"How could he not?" Snapped Rabe, who was glaring at Fala from behind the bar. "Half the damn bar can hear you obnoxious voice. No wonder all the humans left."
"You stupid little human.." Fala growled as she stood up. Jager stayed where he was; at the table.
"I must not be that stupid if I got you mad," Rabe responded innocently as she turned her back to Fala and searched around at the bottles. When a human turns their back on an angry vampire, that's an insult on the vampire's side. I mean, a vampire has to be pretty weak if a human doesn't feel uncomfortable with it at his or her back.
Fala lunged. She was just about at Rabe when I tackled her. We both landed on a table, which broke under our weight. I was ontop of her with my hands around her neck. Lucky me, I thought when I noticed that she had pinned her own hands under her body when she had tried to cushion her fall onto the table. "If you ever," I growled as I held her in my grasp, "EVER hurt Rabe. I will KILL you. I will bite into that tan little neck of yours, drink your blood, and take a table leg to your heart. Do you understand?"
She didn't really answer the way I had hoped. Her right knee connected with my stomach and I fell back in surprise.
Jager watched me intently as I stumbled back as Fala's mind struck mine. Rabe cursed under her breath but didn't move. Even though she lives in New Mayhem, she is still a human. And humans are considered foolish children in our world. Rabe is just less foolish and more open to accepting that the humans, who think they are at the top of the food chain, are definitely not.
"Don't threaten me child," Fala growled as she got back on her feet. "Just because you killed your prey once doesn't mean you can take me down."
"I could take you down even if I never killed that girl," I answered back coolly, even though I knew I couldn't.
"No you couldn't, fledgling," she replied in the same cool tone. Now I don't know if God or Satan decided to help me, but I got some help. Risika appeared in Las Noches just as Fala was about to strike my mind again.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Risika warned Fala almost playfully as she grabbed a random bottle from behind the bar. From the corner of my eye I saw Jager's eyebrow arch just slightly. As always, Risika caught Jager's eye.
"And why not?" Was Fala's response. Just then I heard Risika in my mind. Hit her with your mind while she's distracted. I wondered for a moment and she added, anytime now, you know. I was only partially aware of the verbal conversation that was going on between them
Right then I looked at Rabe and thought about what I would do to Fala if she had injured one hair on Rabe's beautiful head. Unreasonable anger surged through me and I hit Fala so hard that she actually fell back a foot or so on the floor. Wow, I had never done that before..Her look of pure shock slowly changed to suppressed fear. She left without another word.
"Good job fledgling," Jager told me before leaving as well.
"Yeah," Risika agreed, "Not bad." And with that she was gone. Slowly I turned my head to see half the humans staring at me and several vampires giving me curious glances. I had been the joke of the club; I rarely bothered any vampires, talked continuously with the human bartenders, drank cyanide, and usually drank animal or willing humans. I never even killed the animals. I had been a vegetarian. Now I had just gotten compliments from two of the strongest vampires in the Silver Line. And what got the vampires was that I was in the Kendra Line, the line of arts.
"You want your drink or not mister hero?" Kaei's voice questioned me and I turned to look at the two girls. They were both beautiful. I could not live without their conversations. They were my last sane ties to the mortal world. I could not let them get hurt, even if I had to die to save them.
Nodding slowly I took the cold water in between my two hands and sat down at the bar. Everyone acted as if the fight never happened. Good. I didn't like them looking at me like that. After taking a sip, I finally noticed that there were several good sized splinters in my hands. Laughing, I set the bottle down and began to pick them out. My body had tried to heal around them, and now it hurt twice as much as a normal splinter.
I winced and Rabe laughed at me. When I looked at her she gave me a long serious look. It was rare to get one of those from Rabe. "Listen, I could have, no I would have died if you hadn't done that." There was no way that Fala could have killed Rabe quickly, unless she broke her neck. I shuddered. "I could have crashed into the bottles and bled to death."
"I would have given you my blood," I replied, taking a sip of my drink as if I was talking about the weather over a cup of coffee.
"I would never forgive you if you did." Was Rabe's answer before she quickly kissed my cheek and left. How odd, what she did and what she said didn't match. Which one was she lying about?