Note: Alright I got.....more reviews than usual so it made me feel good.
Cocky is what I am now. lol You dont get to meet Lucia in this chapter, but
the next chapter you will. Do ya'll think I am doing a good job with the
AAR's characters? You meet Turquoise in this chapter, so if you review tell
me if I did a good job getting into other people's chars? Anywhoz, I own
Nada and Adrian (you'll learn more about their histories later) and the
rest are AAR's. I wish I owned maybe Jager.....*quiver* and no sorry, I
havent married Elijah Wood yet. Thank you to gothendergirl666, Saki, and
Nevaeda for reviewing this. Also thanks to becca the crazo
for informing me of a slight mishap in my story. I redid this chapter just
to fix up the problem, thanks again girl!
***Chapter two***
I had fallen asleep, alright, I had passed out in a bathtub, bleeding, wearing tattered clothes. And not to my surprise, giving attitude to someone who I did not know. How typical of me. And now I opened my eyes to see myself in a large room with me in a four poster bed and a closet across from me. Nervously, I peered down at myself and blushed when I noticed that I was now wearing a pear of grey sweatpants and a grey sweater; definitely NOT what I had passed out in. Oh great, I thought to myself, the first thing that sees me naked is dead, really old but hott.
Once I got my act together, well most of it, I checked out the bandages that I had been decorated with. The biggest one had to be the one on my neck and the smallest one on my ear. A small band-aid covered a small spot on my scalp where hair had been, and I wasn't surprised in the least bit. Adrian had pulled pretty hard.
Noticing a mirror on another wall, I grimaced as I saw the purple blossoming around my left eye. How attractive, I sarcastically thought as I found a brush and ran it through my hair. To my shock, it was shiny and silky, completely unlike how it usually is. Whoever washed my hair...I would need to ask how they do that. My skin smelled like ripe pears, which happened to be my favorite fruit. I smiled until I figured out how they knew what my favorite fruit was. Once I did, it faded and I stared at my self in the mirror. My reflection told me how I really felt rather than the feelings I was trying to show.
You're scared, my reflection told me as I continued brushing my hair. You want to go home, you want to wake up and this be a dream. Nada, you are terrified.
"I have nothing back there," I told my reflection, who seemed to be brushing her hair with a different brush, but I wasn't sure. "I was named Nada for a reason." My own comment hurt, but I forced my brush down and made myself look away from my reflection. I haven't even been gone from home for a week and already I was talking to my reflection.
"I see you are awake." Oh shit, I thought to myself as I heard a familiar voice come from my bed. Slowly I turned around to see a young woman sitting down on it, her face unreadable. Just by her voice I could tell that she was human, but she didn't seem to be very happy. Had I cursed in my sleep? I hope my religion didn't offend them, but how would they know? Oh yeah, I kicked myself mentally, they know just like they know what your favorite fruit is.
"Is that a bad thing?" Even though I said it with a bit of an attitude, I really meant it. Had it been better if I had died in my sleep? Nervously I pulled at the long sleeves of the sweater I was wearing and my bare feet finally seemed to realize how cold the marble floor was.
"No. If Jaguar hadn't bought you it would have, but Adrian gave in just an hour or so ago." Two young men came into my head and I mentally matched names with faces. Once I seemed to pass that level of Mental Memory, I moved up to three names, and one picture, the picture of the woman sitting on my-the-bed.
"You're Turquoise." The way I said it left no room for questioning, because I was positive that she was. She didn't look like a Turquoise though, more of a Catherine, or had looked like one. If she didn't look so deadly serious and wore a nice little pink dress, I could see a Catherine. But as she was now, Turquoise would have to do.
"Yes, that is me." A small smile crossed her lips before she returned to her serious state. "Now that you are Jaguar's property, I need to set the rules down." Instantly, my mind blocked her out as she continued. I, Nada Tanata, was owned by a vampire who I had not even seen for more than 10 minutes. The thought of being called property was scary enough to send tears to my eyes. Human rights ran through my mind and I was going to try to say something, but then I realized that vampires didn't care.
"Do you understand the rules?" Turquoise caught me off guard and I stared at her blankly. Sighing, she shook her head before she repeated them to me like I was a small child. "You can call Jaguar by his name unless you are around other vampires, in which then you should say nothing. If you must say something, call him Master or something cheezy like that. As for exploration, you can go into any room that isn't locked, and if the door is locked, you aren't welcome." A clip of a cheezy movie flashed through my head: a girl used a hair pin to unlock a door, but I made myself focus on the rules. "Finally, you obey what Jaguar says unless you can give him a reason not to. Got it NOW?"
"Yeah," I muttered. Being thought of as property had knocked out some of my spunk and somehow Turquoise began empathetic.
"I know how you feel about this whole thing Nada. I might seem like a bitch- " I had to smirk at that; I wondered if she could read my mind, "but I was taken from my family when I was 18. If I'm correct you are 14, so you are taken about four years before me. Now," she looked at me and she seemed sad. "My family, my little brother, was killed by my former owner. I had nothing to go home to. Luckily enough, I killed him a year ago. For you, it's a bit different. You were sold into Midnight, although I never heard of a human being sold by a family member that wasn't of blood. Your step father sold you to Adrian for no more it cost to buy that pillowcase." I winced at the thought that my mother didn't defend me. "Jaguar was sold to Jeshickah for about as much as it costs to buy a bottle of whiskey. He is a shapeshifter, or was. He is the leader of Midnight, and ironically, the most tolerant of our kind. Rarely are you beaten because of him. He knows what its like to be sold without an argument, and then beaten. The thing is, he was changed and you are younger than he was."
"You think I'm going to become a vampire?"
"Doubtful. Eric has been here for a long time and he is still alive and kicking." Match for Mental Memory. One name left until I go to level 3, where I match these names with pictures and species. Go me.
"And who is Jeshickah?" When I saw Turquoise's eye twitch, I didn't ask again even though she didn't answer.
"I should show you around so you don't run into the wrong hallway and become snack." Quick flashes of pain and fear flashed in front of my eyes, and I noticed that I was remembering Adrian's snack off of me. "Don't worry, they won't kill you. They don't hurt you as much as Adrian. No one does really. Right behind Daryl was Adrian on the chart." Damn, who was Daryl? "Now that I took care of HIM, Adrian is about the worst male vampire in Midnight. He is very nontolerant of us." Whew, Daryl is dead, Turquoise took care of him. I would have hated to meet Daryl and this Jeshickah girl in the same room. Glad that's not happening soon.
"Yeah, I need a tour." Tucking some of my maroon hair behind my ear, I noticed how shiny her hair was. "Hey, how do you get your hair like that?"
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How ya'll like it? I had to end it somehow because I just did. Please review...PLEASE!! But criticize much!
***Chapter two***
I had fallen asleep, alright, I had passed out in a bathtub, bleeding, wearing tattered clothes. And not to my surprise, giving attitude to someone who I did not know. How typical of me. And now I opened my eyes to see myself in a large room with me in a four poster bed and a closet across from me. Nervously, I peered down at myself and blushed when I noticed that I was now wearing a pear of grey sweatpants and a grey sweater; definitely NOT what I had passed out in. Oh great, I thought to myself, the first thing that sees me naked is dead, really old but hott.
Once I got my act together, well most of it, I checked out the bandages that I had been decorated with. The biggest one had to be the one on my neck and the smallest one on my ear. A small band-aid covered a small spot on my scalp where hair had been, and I wasn't surprised in the least bit. Adrian had pulled pretty hard.
Noticing a mirror on another wall, I grimaced as I saw the purple blossoming around my left eye. How attractive, I sarcastically thought as I found a brush and ran it through my hair. To my shock, it was shiny and silky, completely unlike how it usually is. Whoever washed my hair...I would need to ask how they do that. My skin smelled like ripe pears, which happened to be my favorite fruit. I smiled until I figured out how they knew what my favorite fruit was. Once I did, it faded and I stared at my self in the mirror. My reflection told me how I really felt rather than the feelings I was trying to show.
You're scared, my reflection told me as I continued brushing my hair. You want to go home, you want to wake up and this be a dream. Nada, you are terrified.
"I have nothing back there," I told my reflection, who seemed to be brushing her hair with a different brush, but I wasn't sure. "I was named Nada for a reason." My own comment hurt, but I forced my brush down and made myself look away from my reflection. I haven't even been gone from home for a week and already I was talking to my reflection.
"I see you are awake." Oh shit, I thought to myself as I heard a familiar voice come from my bed. Slowly I turned around to see a young woman sitting down on it, her face unreadable. Just by her voice I could tell that she was human, but she didn't seem to be very happy. Had I cursed in my sleep? I hope my religion didn't offend them, but how would they know? Oh yeah, I kicked myself mentally, they know just like they know what your favorite fruit is.
"Is that a bad thing?" Even though I said it with a bit of an attitude, I really meant it. Had it been better if I had died in my sleep? Nervously I pulled at the long sleeves of the sweater I was wearing and my bare feet finally seemed to realize how cold the marble floor was.
"No. If Jaguar hadn't bought you it would have, but Adrian gave in just an hour or so ago." Two young men came into my head and I mentally matched names with faces. Once I seemed to pass that level of Mental Memory, I moved up to three names, and one picture, the picture of the woman sitting on my-the-bed.
"You're Turquoise." The way I said it left no room for questioning, because I was positive that she was. She didn't look like a Turquoise though, more of a Catherine, or had looked like one. If she didn't look so deadly serious and wore a nice little pink dress, I could see a Catherine. But as she was now, Turquoise would have to do.
"Yes, that is me." A small smile crossed her lips before she returned to her serious state. "Now that you are Jaguar's property, I need to set the rules down." Instantly, my mind blocked her out as she continued. I, Nada Tanata, was owned by a vampire who I had not even seen for more than 10 minutes. The thought of being called property was scary enough to send tears to my eyes. Human rights ran through my mind and I was going to try to say something, but then I realized that vampires didn't care.
"Do you understand the rules?" Turquoise caught me off guard and I stared at her blankly. Sighing, she shook her head before she repeated them to me like I was a small child. "You can call Jaguar by his name unless you are around other vampires, in which then you should say nothing. If you must say something, call him Master or something cheezy like that. As for exploration, you can go into any room that isn't locked, and if the door is locked, you aren't welcome." A clip of a cheezy movie flashed through my head: a girl used a hair pin to unlock a door, but I made myself focus on the rules. "Finally, you obey what Jaguar says unless you can give him a reason not to. Got it NOW?"
"Yeah," I muttered. Being thought of as property had knocked out some of my spunk and somehow Turquoise began empathetic.
"I know how you feel about this whole thing Nada. I might seem like a bitch- " I had to smirk at that; I wondered if she could read my mind, "but I was taken from my family when I was 18. If I'm correct you are 14, so you are taken about four years before me. Now," she looked at me and she seemed sad. "My family, my little brother, was killed by my former owner. I had nothing to go home to. Luckily enough, I killed him a year ago. For you, it's a bit different. You were sold into Midnight, although I never heard of a human being sold by a family member that wasn't of blood. Your step father sold you to Adrian for no more it cost to buy that pillowcase." I winced at the thought that my mother didn't defend me. "Jaguar was sold to Jeshickah for about as much as it costs to buy a bottle of whiskey. He is a shapeshifter, or was. He is the leader of Midnight, and ironically, the most tolerant of our kind. Rarely are you beaten because of him. He knows what its like to be sold without an argument, and then beaten. The thing is, he was changed and you are younger than he was."
"You think I'm going to become a vampire?"
"Doubtful. Eric has been here for a long time and he is still alive and kicking." Match for Mental Memory. One name left until I go to level 3, where I match these names with pictures and species. Go me.
"And who is Jeshickah?" When I saw Turquoise's eye twitch, I didn't ask again even though she didn't answer.
"I should show you around so you don't run into the wrong hallway and become snack." Quick flashes of pain and fear flashed in front of my eyes, and I noticed that I was remembering Adrian's snack off of me. "Don't worry, they won't kill you. They don't hurt you as much as Adrian. No one does really. Right behind Daryl was Adrian on the chart." Damn, who was Daryl? "Now that I took care of HIM, Adrian is about the worst male vampire in Midnight. He is very nontolerant of us." Whew, Daryl is dead, Turquoise took care of him. I would have hated to meet Daryl and this Jeshickah girl in the same room. Glad that's not happening soon.
"Yeah, I need a tour." Tucking some of my maroon hair behind my ear, I noticed how shiny her hair was. "Hey, how do you get your hair like that?"
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How ya'll like it? I had to end it somehow because I just did. Please review...PLEASE!! But criticize much!