Ok so I know some people like my story. But still
even if you don't like it FLAME me I need some people
telling me to fix things! Thankyou to those who do
leave and tell me something useful during this
chapter!
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Jager lay her in his bed watching her for a second before retreating to his room at Las Noches.
He walked back and forth thinking. How could it be so? There were never any witches who did it before! Suddenly a thought struck him. Why hadn't anyone done it before? There had to be something wrong with it that made witches have shorter life-spans or make them evil! Or maybe make them more vulnerable to vampires, but that couldn't be it because Marina didn't seem like she was any more weak she seemed like an atom bomb ready to go off at the mention of her mother but still she was untrained and imature.
Jager sighed laying on his bed. He stared at the ceiling letting the hum of the pounding Las Noches music soothe him. He had not gone to bed yet and he was very irritable. Though something in the girl's eyes stopped him from seeking rest. It was like the Light's power of making vampires more warm toward others had entered his heart, but then again he felt as cold hearted as ever not to mention not feeling the warmth and fuzziness that he had thought of.
Suddenly Fala entered his room, storming toward a large arm chair in the corner.
"Aubrey up already?" he asked still staring toward the ceiling.
"And his little toy, Jessie" she spat her name slumping in the chair then sitting up straight suddenly interested in him. "So how was you glorious morning?"
"Met a few witches, well, one anyway" he said sighing.
"Really? What line?" Fala asked piccturing Dominique in her head very angrily. When the sun went down she would probably go kill at least one witch from the line he pointed out.
Jager thought. Should he tell her of the spectacular beautiful witch that was Marina? He decided no and began to drift her off the subject. " So you and Aubrey got in a fight again?" he asked knowing the answer was yes.
Fala's eyes flashed fire a growl low in her throat coming out. "Yes. I suppose you heard the bar crashing practically through the wall?"
"Yes, I did. Which one of you was it?" he asked smirking when he heard another growl. He liked making her angry dispite his love for her.
"You are avoiding my question" she said suddenly her eyes glittering slightly.
"Oh yes, I thought you would have forgotten bye now" he said thinking of the four lines to pick. "She was a Triste".
"Well what happened did she try to lure you to take her blood like most Tristes would?" she asked sitting crosslegged on the chair.
"She was the girl in Las Noches that Dominique came to the rescue for" he said matter-of-factly.
"Her aura was strange none of us could figure it out, are you sure she is a Triste I mean no Triste would ever hit any vampire weak or strong in Las Noches it would give them away. Why would they start now?"
"She is a Single Earth girl and the two weak vampires were new recruits, she was afraid and she protected herself" he blinked drwsily skanning Fala's face.
She believed him just as he suspected though it was getting harder and harder to lie in his fatigued state. Fala sighed and stood looking as though she was about to do something that she would later regret.
"Rest, Jager, you need your strength go to your own home if you have to but rest" she said nothing else and walked out of the room.
"Just what I had in mind" he whispered disapearing to his home.
He arrived in his bedroom to see she had comfertably secured herself under the thick black velvet cover he had "purchased in the late 1500s. Her head rested against the plush crimson pillows. Her red-gold hair framed her face making her beautifully curved features stick out. He blinked back to the real world when he heard a low sound come from her throat. she turned her head slightly and he saw along the line of her hair a pale scar at least three inches long.
Before he could help himself he trailed his fingers along her silken hair and skin examining the scar. He tried searching her mind to find the information on the scar but whenever he came close to finding what he wanted her mind fogged in that area.
"What?" Marina groaned swatting away his hand."Go away, Caryn I don't want to go to Dominique today."
Jager smirked holding back a snicker as the girl shot up instantly jumping out of the bed. She reached for her knife but found nothing. Her chocolate brown gaze glittered for a second as he waved them in front of her.
"Give those back" she ordered calmly hers eyes wandering secretly over him.
"I need some information first" he said sitting in a large 1600s style chair.
"About what?" she asked thinking of her mixed genes.
"How did you get that scar?"
Marina opened her mouth about to begin talking about her heritage but was taken aback by his question. She stared at him trying to read his expresionless mask of a face. "None of your business!" she said finally remembering the moment she got it.
A cold shiver ran down her spine at the thought of the scar. She had done her best to block it out of her memories but here he was bringing it up again. The thought of her drunk foster father swirled in her mind and his hand raising toward her. Marina felt nausiated suddenly sitting down clutching her stomach.
"Marina?" his voice was barely a whisper but it made her snap out of her trance.
"Jager?" she asked haughtily standing again discreetly as possible wiping the beads of sweat from her brow. "Can I have my blades now?" she asked annoyed.
He tossed them on the bed in front of her. "I will see you soon Marina" Jager whispered the words as she made her exit.
Marina walked along the lonely trail through the woods toward the human world again. It took her about twenty minutes to get back to the diner and get her car. She drove like a maniac on the road letting her fiery hair fly in the air from the open windows.
She arrived at her home and went straight to the shower wanting to get the smell of Jager off her. Suddenly a thought crossed her mind. Did she sleep in his bed!?
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okay, um, I deeply apologize for the "warmth and fuzziness" part I couldn't put my thoughts in words. ::snaps fingers:: darn my limited vocabulary!
Jager lay her in his bed watching her for a second before retreating to his room at Las Noches.
He walked back and forth thinking. How could it be so? There were never any witches who did it before! Suddenly a thought struck him. Why hadn't anyone done it before? There had to be something wrong with it that made witches have shorter life-spans or make them evil! Or maybe make them more vulnerable to vampires, but that couldn't be it because Marina didn't seem like she was any more weak she seemed like an atom bomb ready to go off at the mention of her mother but still she was untrained and imature.
Jager sighed laying on his bed. He stared at the ceiling letting the hum of the pounding Las Noches music soothe him. He had not gone to bed yet and he was very irritable. Though something in the girl's eyes stopped him from seeking rest. It was like the Light's power of making vampires more warm toward others had entered his heart, but then again he felt as cold hearted as ever not to mention not feeling the warmth and fuzziness that he had thought of.
Suddenly Fala entered his room, storming toward a large arm chair in the corner.
"Aubrey up already?" he asked still staring toward the ceiling.
"And his little toy, Jessie" she spat her name slumping in the chair then sitting up straight suddenly interested in him. "So how was you glorious morning?"
"Met a few witches, well, one anyway" he said sighing.
"Really? What line?" Fala asked piccturing Dominique in her head very angrily. When the sun went down she would probably go kill at least one witch from the line he pointed out.
Jager thought. Should he tell her of the spectacular beautiful witch that was Marina? He decided no and began to drift her off the subject. " So you and Aubrey got in a fight again?" he asked knowing the answer was yes.
Fala's eyes flashed fire a growl low in her throat coming out. "Yes. I suppose you heard the bar crashing practically through the wall?"
"Yes, I did. Which one of you was it?" he asked smirking when he heard another growl. He liked making her angry dispite his love for her.
"You are avoiding my question" she said suddenly her eyes glittering slightly.
"Oh yes, I thought you would have forgotten bye now" he said thinking of the four lines to pick. "She was a Triste".
"Well what happened did she try to lure you to take her blood like most Tristes would?" she asked sitting crosslegged on the chair.
"She was the girl in Las Noches that Dominique came to the rescue for" he said matter-of-factly.
"Her aura was strange none of us could figure it out, are you sure she is a Triste I mean no Triste would ever hit any vampire weak or strong in Las Noches it would give them away. Why would they start now?"
"She is a Single Earth girl and the two weak vampires were new recruits, she was afraid and she protected herself" he blinked drwsily skanning Fala's face.
She believed him just as he suspected though it was getting harder and harder to lie in his fatigued state. Fala sighed and stood looking as though she was about to do something that she would later regret.
"Rest, Jager, you need your strength go to your own home if you have to but rest" she said nothing else and walked out of the room.
"Just what I had in mind" he whispered disapearing to his home.
He arrived in his bedroom to see she had comfertably secured herself under the thick black velvet cover he had "purchased in the late 1500s. Her head rested against the plush crimson pillows. Her red-gold hair framed her face making her beautifully curved features stick out. He blinked back to the real world when he heard a low sound come from her throat. she turned her head slightly and he saw along the line of her hair a pale scar at least three inches long.
Before he could help himself he trailed his fingers along her silken hair and skin examining the scar. He tried searching her mind to find the information on the scar but whenever he came close to finding what he wanted her mind fogged in that area.
"What?" Marina groaned swatting away his hand."Go away, Caryn I don't want to go to Dominique today."
Jager smirked holding back a snicker as the girl shot up instantly jumping out of the bed. She reached for her knife but found nothing. Her chocolate brown gaze glittered for a second as he waved them in front of her.
"Give those back" she ordered calmly hers eyes wandering secretly over him.
"I need some information first" he said sitting in a large 1600s style chair.
"About what?" she asked thinking of her mixed genes.
"How did you get that scar?"
Marina opened her mouth about to begin talking about her heritage but was taken aback by his question. She stared at him trying to read his expresionless mask of a face. "None of your business!" she said finally remembering the moment she got it.
A cold shiver ran down her spine at the thought of the scar. She had done her best to block it out of her memories but here he was bringing it up again. The thought of her drunk foster father swirled in her mind and his hand raising toward her. Marina felt nausiated suddenly sitting down clutching her stomach.
"Marina?" his voice was barely a whisper but it made her snap out of her trance.
"Jager?" she asked haughtily standing again discreetly as possible wiping the beads of sweat from her brow. "Can I have my blades now?" she asked annoyed.
He tossed them on the bed in front of her. "I will see you soon Marina" Jager whispered the words as she made her exit.
Marina walked along the lonely trail through the woods toward the human world again. It took her about twenty minutes to get back to the diner and get her car. She drove like a maniac on the road letting her fiery hair fly in the air from the open windows.
She arrived at her home and went straight to the shower wanting to get the smell of Jager off her. Suddenly a thought crossed her mind. Did she sleep in his bed!?
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okay, um, I deeply apologize for the "warmth and fuzziness" part I couldn't put my thoughts in words. ::snaps fingers:: darn my limited vocabulary!