This is a few months later, when the basement is redone and Nada is
relocated from a secluded room in the building to the refurnished basement.
The past months had hardened Nada and changed her perspective greatly. She
has changed her name, with the unsaid advice from Turquoise. Sorry if
people who liked Nada before no longer like her, but take it out on her and
not me. Everyone except for Blaze, Lucia, Nada, Dieta, Terry, and Adrian
belong to Amelia. I regret to inform you that I do now own Jager. . .
Five months later.
Somehow, I don't really know, but I had begun to fall asleep at the exact time of sunrise and wake up the exact time of sunset. I have checked the almanac that Jager had bought me when he left with Aubrey and Jessica. That had been a two weeks ago. It feels like an eternity in this room.
Of course, where I have called home for the the past month isn't a single room. It has a bathroom, closet, small bedroom area, just like my old room. Oh, and that cursed mirror. Damn that mirror.
There are no windows in this room, which means that I have not seen the sun in such a long time. I am in the basement, after all. Over half a year now I have lived in this place where vampires roam like the predators that they are. That was what Jager had told me.
Jager. My mind boils with hatred just by the name. He has me locked up in here, and I knew what is in store for me. Another four years of this.
Looking up from my Persian rug, my eyes connect with the girl in the mirror. She had gone from a overweight girl to an average size in such a quick time. I have no idea how she did that. I'll have to ask her. Her skin is almost vampiric pale, her hair was silky and shiny (Turquoise taught me how to do that to my hair as one of my farewell gifts. Her other gifts were a whole bag full of good smelling soaps and oils, and a newer version of Tiger Tiger.) and her eyes burned with hatred and stubbornness. She was my twin, the only other human I have seen since about four days ago, when Eric had snuck in with news of upstairs. Legally, the last human I had seen was Turquoise when she had waved goodbye to me from over Jaguar's shoulder as he closed the door.
I have built up a hate for Jager, that is obvious enough. I sleep like a vampire now, even though I did that on accident.
Eric had told me what Lucia had told him about how Jager had used the agreement in his favor.
Eric. My heart jumps at the thought of him. He would sneak into here and we would talk for hours upon hours. He used to come every other day, but Jaguar had grown suspicious. And so now it's every Monday and Saturday. Personally I don't remember how long ago Monday was.
Last time he was here, we kissed. It was my first kiss, no point denying that. From a human that is.. And I don't know if it was his first one though. The kiss was soft and gentle. My heart flutters just thinking about it. Just before he had left, he promised me that I would not be turned into what Jager was trying to form me as.
The doorknob turning catches my eye, which is now very accustomed to the dark. I haven't used the lights given to me for the past two days. Slowly, it keeps turning. I know it cannot be Eric. He sticks a rose petal under the door before he comes in.
How amusing. I have known him for five months and now everything that happens reminds me of him. Perhaps it's my heart reaching out for love, or maybe it's my human instincts grasping for something to hold onto.
"Amaranta." Slowly, I look up at Jager with annoyance. He has insisted on calling me Amaranta, telling me that Nada was a weak, stupid girl. She died the day I came here. I agree with him, but I know that Nada was only weak and stupid because she was innocent. Turquoise had told me that her real name was Catherine (which I did guess the first day I met her) and she had told me that Catherine was innocent, not stupid. Now, just as Turquoise had changed her name, so have I.
"I'm not Amaranta." I growled at him as got off my bed and went over to my mirror, pretending to be looking at myself, but I really look at his misty reflection. I smirk.
"Yes, you are." Before I know it, he has me in his arms, his lips pressed against mine. I had been told of Jager's reputation of flirting with mortal girls and he thinks of life as a game. I was just a new character in his game. Hopefully he will grow bored of me.
I ram my fist into his gut, which sends me flying a few feet away from him as he tossed me away. "Go ahead," I threaten, "hit me again." My mind has become a bit dark, I admit that. Yours would too if you were tossed into a dark secluded rooms for almost half a year, never seeing the light of day, trying to be molded into a mortal vampire every day.
"I would not hurt you again, Amaranta," he whispered sweetly before gesturing to a large cardboard box that I had not seen before. "A gift, my love." I remember that Ather had called Rachel, now known as Risika, Risika when she woke up, and it was Risika that Rachel became. He was trying that on me, and it would have worked on light loving Nada, but not me.
"Get out," I growl in response to his gift, and he surprisingly does as I say. That leaves me stung for a moment or two.
The box moved, I know it did. Moving over to the box, I sure hoped that I have not lost my noodle. No, it moved again. Curiosity bubbled inside me as I flicked on a light, wincing at the brightness. Then I slowly opened the box. . . . .
At the bottom of the box there was a small child, no older than five. He looked up at me and screamed. "Mummy!!" I jerked away, not knowing who he was.
"What's wrong?" I asked him slowly, not sure how to respond to a scream of fear like that.
"Don't hurt me like that evil vampire did to my mummy!" My jaw dropped. He thought I was a vampire.
"I'm not a vampire, kid." He peeked over the rim of the box and looked me over. His red hair was so bright that it made me blink a few times and his blue eyes reminded me of the ocean. But I don't really remember the ocean.
"Then what are you? Shifter?" I arched a brow. "You a human?" I nodded slowly, not really sure what he thought, or what he was thinking. "Then what are you doing here in the basement of Midnight?"
"You know this place?" I haven't had an actual conversation with a stranger for so long, and my mind strayed to why Jager brought this kid to me.. "What's your name kid?"
"I'm not a kid," he huffed. He looked around four or five years old, but I didn't comment. "And I don't know my name." That was sick. A kid sees his mother killed, and then is tossed into a basement with a crazy girl.
"Well, I am going to call you." My eyes fell onto his hair and I smiled. "Blaze. Your name is Blaze, ok?" He climbed out of the box, which revealed a tattered bunch of skin and bones wrapped in ripped cloth.
"Makes me sound big!" He told me as he looked around the room. "You live here by yourself?" I sighed, looking around the room myself. It was easy to tell that someone lived here, but it just looked so dead.
"Well, I certainly don't unlive here," I replied, and to my surprise, he laughed. He would so much cuter if he got cleaned up and had some proper clothes.
"What's your name?" The question tossed me off guard so quick that I shuddered.
"Na-," I started, but then remembered that Nada had joined Catherine, their innocence gone. "My name is Avalon," I finally told him after a moment or two of silence.
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A few hours later I woke up to the sound of a doorknob turning. My eyes darted up to Blaze, who was sound asleep on my bed, wearing one of my baggy shirts. It went past his knees, but it is better than those rags he was wearing.
"Avalon?" I sat up straight, although my back ached from sleeping on the floor. Quickly looking at Blaze once more, I crawled closer to the door.
"Lucia?" My heart jumped for joy. She always snuck Eric down to me. Although we rarely talk anymore, she is my dearest friend.
"Yes, I brought you a present." The doorknob stopped turning and it opened slowly to reveal Eric, wearing a white dress shirt and white jeans. My eyes filled with tears. He looked like an angel.
"Hi there," he whispered in my ear after Lucia left. He caught my lips with his and I was lost in oblivion of pleasure. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around his neck. . .
"Avalon, what are you doing?" I pulled away from Eric quickly to see Blaze rubbing his eyes, squinting at Eric with curiosity.
"Who is that?" Eric asked me as he looked at Blaze. I hoped he could help me out with this kid.
"His name is Blaze, and Jager dropped him off to me in a cardboard box earlier tonight." I smiled when I saw Eric's face. He must have just heard a bit of Nada in my voice. I sounded so casual.
"Does he need proper clothes?" He finally asked me, looking over at Blaze. The boy just hopped back into my bed and covered himself with all the blankets.
"I would like that. He is wearing my favorite shirt." Eric looked like he was about to say something, but Lucia broke in, throwing the door open.
"Jaguar wants you Eric, now." I could see Eric's debate in his eyes. On one hand, he wanted to stay with me and wanted to tell Jaguar not to get his boxers in a bunch, and the other hand he was the obedient son.
"Go, Eric, come back Saturday. Bring back some clothes for Blaze when you do." I quickly kissed him before he ran out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Sighing sadly, I lay back down on the floor and curl up into my protective ball before falling back asleep. Dreams have fled my mind, and are replaced with memories that I don't wish to remember. Nada has not completely left me, she haunts me in my memories. Just like how a vampire thinks about them being human, I think of Nada in that same manner.
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On my way home, I noticed a rather expensive car outside of my home. The cold nips at my feet and before I can think about the car, I walk briskly inside. Just as I walk in, I am confronted by a young man with blue hair and black eyes. He grins at me with a vengeance an I need to suppress a shiver. A moment later I blink and he is gone as soon as he had appeared.
"Mom?" I ask somewhat unnerved as I toss my backpack into the corner of the room. I know she is in the kitchen, I can hear the dishes clattering. Something had upset her. She is always fiddling with the dishes when she gets upset.
I walk into the kitchen to see my step father grinning ear to ear and my mother washing dishes frantically. I have no idea how old my mom was when she had me, and I have no idea how old she is now. We never celebrated birthdays here, except for mine when I was little.
Dieta had long black flowing hair, a deep tan, and shocking green eyes. When she smiled, it made you smile as well. It was just the way it was. She looks as if she is no older than 25, but that couldn't be true. I am 14, 15 tomorrow. She would have had to be 9 or 10 when she gave birth to me if she was as old as she looked.
"Hi darling," she said nervously as she scrubbed plates mercilessly. I wondered what had upset her. Turning around, I saw my step father grinning from ear to ear.
"What are YOU smiling at?" I snap at him, glaring daggers in his direction. Whenever he smiled, it meant something bad. The man I had seen in the hallway seemed to get more real with every breath I took.
"Don't talk to me like that, you little piece of nothing," he snorted at me. Terry was a lawyer, and he was still wearing his suit. But he looked like he had just won a million dollars, the way he was grinning. I shrugged off his comment about me being nothing. It stung every time, but less each time he did it. "I would hit you right now, but you aren't my problem anymore."
"Is the girl ready?" My attention turns to a young black man in the doorway, his eerie eyes meeting mine for a split second.
"Yeah," Terry grunted as he took a sip of his coffee. "Get her out of here." My eyes widened as I spun towards my mother.
"Mom, what is he talking about?" Slowly, she turned to look at me.
"I wish you wouldn't have to go through what I had to as a child, but I know you will survive this sweety." Survive what? Her eyes seemed to show me how old her mind must feel. Her eyes were filled with knowledge and fear, but made no move to explain this whole thing to me.
"Get her out!" Terry screamed at the man, who came up from behind me and pulled my arms behind my back. I gasped. His skin was so cold . . . .
"Mom!" I screamed at her as I was dragged backwards out of my house. I was no feather and this guy was pulling me out like a kid with a red wagon on a string.
"Damn leech. Why did he have to take my baby away from me? She shouldn't even be bought by Adrian. She is bonded to Flare." was the last thing I heard her say.
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I jerked awake in a cold sweat. Back then, none of those words made sense to me. She used to babble on and on about that sort of thing all the time. But now those words began to come together. I knew humans shouldn't be sold into Midnight, they can be taken from anywhere, except now, with that agreement Jager had signed. Yet Adrian had bought me. He could have just killed my parents. I wouldn't mind that fate for Terry, but I could not imagine my mother dead. And Flare. . . wasn't he a vampire of Midnight? I had heard Jaguar talking about him a few days after I had been locked up in the upstairs room last year. He had lost a blood bond human and came back here to look for her.
Apparently, she had been gone for over 300 years. What had Jaguar called her? Tanata. My mind froze. Suddenly everything made sense. My last name had been Tanata, just as my mother's, before she married Terry. I had always asked her if it was her real last name or my real daddy's. She told me she made it up when she immigrated over here when she was little. Which I thought odd;she didn't have an accent.
Dieta Tanata was a blood bonded human of Midnight, Nada had been her daughter. Nada could be a tamed servant now if it wasn't for the mind block blood bonding had caused. Flare's blood ran through her veins, just as it did mine. Which would explain a lot of things. Like why I never had a pimple in my life, considering vampire blood perfected the body.
My mind was going into overdrive and my head began to ache. Maybe it was the fact that I actually knew how I had become what I am now, and why Nada is dead.
Curling back into my ball, I let tears stream down my cheeks. My whole life I had lived in the illusion of the day, the illusion of freedom. I had never truly been free, for I was bound to Midnight by blood.
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Five months later.
Somehow, I don't really know, but I had begun to fall asleep at the exact time of sunrise and wake up the exact time of sunset. I have checked the almanac that Jager had bought me when he left with Aubrey and Jessica. That had been a two weeks ago. It feels like an eternity in this room.
Of course, where I have called home for the the past month isn't a single room. It has a bathroom, closet, small bedroom area, just like my old room. Oh, and that cursed mirror. Damn that mirror.
There are no windows in this room, which means that I have not seen the sun in such a long time. I am in the basement, after all. Over half a year now I have lived in this place where vampires roam like the predators that they are. That was what Jager had told me.
Jager. My mind boils with hatred just by the name. He has me locked up in here, and I knew what is in store for me. Another four years of this.
Looking up from my Persian rug, my eyes connect with the girl in the mirror. She had gone from a overweight girl to an average size in such a quick time. I have no idea how she did that. I'll have to ask her. Her skin is almost vampiric pale, her hair was silky and shiny (Turquoise taught me how to do that to my hair as one of my farewell gifts. Her other gifts were a whole bag full of good smelling soaps and oils, and a newer version of Tiger Tiger.) and her eyes burned with hatred and stubbornness. She was my twin, the only other human I have seen since about four days ago, when Eric had snuck in with news of upstairs. Legally, the last human I had seen was Turquoise when she had waved goodbye to me from over Jaguar's shoulder as he closed the door.
I have built up a hate for Jager, that is obvious enough. I sleep like a vampire now, even though I did that on accident.
Eric had told me what Lucia had told him about how Jager had used the agreement in his favor.
Eric. My heart jumps at the thought of him. He would sneak into here and we would talk for hours upon hours. He used to come every other day, but Jaguar had grown suspicious. And so now it's every Monday and Saturday. Personally I don't remember how long ago Monday was.
Last time he was here, we kissed. It was my first kiss, no point denying that. From a human that is.. And I don't know if it was his first one though. The kiss was soft and gentle. My heart flutters just thinking about it. Just before he had left, he promised me that I would not be turned into what Jager was trying to form me as.
The doorknob turning catches my eye, which is now very accustomed to the dark. I haven't used the lights given to me for the past two days. Slowly, it keeps turning. I know it cannot be Eric. He sticks a rose petal under the door before he comes in.
How amusing. I have known him for five months and now everything that happens reminds me of him. Perhaps it's my heart reaching out for love, or maybe it's my human instincts grasping for something to hold onto.
"Amaranta." Slowly, I look up at Jager with annoyance. He has insisted on calling me Amaranta, telling me that Nada was a weak, stupid girl. She died the day I came here. I agree with him, but I know that Nada was only weak and stupid because she was innocent. Turquoise had told me that her real name was Catherine (which I did guess the first day I met her) and she had told me that Catherine was innocent, not stupid. Now, just as Turquoise had changed her name, so have I.
"I'm not Amaranta." I growled at him as got off my bed and went over to my mirror, pretending to be looking at myself, but I really look at his misty reflection. I smirk.
"Yes, you are." Before I know it, he has me in his arms, his lips pressed against mine. I had been told of Jager's reputation of flirting with mortal girls and he thinks of life as a game. I was just a new character in his game. Hopefully he will grow bored of me.
I ram my fist into his gut, which sends me flying a few feet away from him as he tossed me away. "Go ahead," I threaten, "hit me again." My mind has become a bit dark, I admit that. Yours would too if you were tossed into a dark secluded rooms for almost half a year, never seeing the light of day, trying to be molded into a mortal vampire every day.
"I would not hurt you again, Amaranta," he whispered sweetly before gesturing to a large cardboard box that I had not seen before. "A gift, my love." I remember that Ather had called Rachel, now known as Risika, Risika when she woke up, and it was Risika that Rachel became. He was trying that on me, and it would have worked on light loving Nada, but not me.
"Get out," I growl in response to his gift, and he surprisingly does as I say. That leaves me stung for a moment or two.
The box moved, I know it did. Moving over to the box, I sure hoped that I have not lost my noodle. No, it moved again. Curiosity bubbled inside me as I flicked on a light, wincing at the brightness. Then I slowly opened the box. . . . .
At the bottom of the box there was a small child, no older than five. He looked up at me and screamed. "Mummy!!" I jerked away, not knowing who he was.
"What's wrong?" I asked him slowly, not sure how to respond to a scream of fear like that.
"Don't hurt me like that evil vampire did to my mummy!" My jaw dropped. He thought I was a vampire.
"I'm not a vampire, kid." He peeked over the rim of the box and looked me over. His red hair was so bright that it made me blink a few times and his blue eyes reminded me of the ocean. But I don't really remember the ocean.
"Then what are you? Shifter?" I arched a brow. "You a human?" I nodded slowly, not really sure what he thought, or what he was thinking. "Then what are you doing here in the basement of Midnight?"
"You know this place?" I haven't had an actual conversation with a stranger for so long, and my mind strayed to why Jager brought this kid to me.. "What's your name kid?"
"I'm not a kid," he huffed. He looked around four or five years old, but I didn't comment. "And I don't know my name." That was sick. A kid sees his mother killed, and then is tossed into a basement with a crazy girl.
"Well, I am going to call you." My eyes fell onto his hair and I smiled. "Blaze. Your name is Blaze, ok?" He climbed out of the box, which revealed a tattered bunch of skin and bones wrapped in ripped cloth.
"Makes me sound big!" He told me as he looked around the room. "You live here by yourself?" I sighed, looking around the room myself. It was easy to tell that someone lived here, but it just looked so dead.
"Well, I certainly don't unlive here," I replied, and to my surprise, he laughed. He would so much cuter if he got cleaned up and had some proper clothes.
"What's your name?" The question tossed me off guard so quick that I shuddered.
"Na-," I started, but then remembered that Nada had joined Catherine, their innocence gone. "My name is Avalon," I finally told him after a moment or two of silence.
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A few hours later I woke up to the sound of a doorknob turning. My eyes darted up to Blaze, who was sound asleep on my bed, wearing one of my baggy shirts. It went past his knees, but it is better than those rags he was wearing.
"Avalon?" I sat up straight, although my back ached from sleeping on the floor. Quickly looking at Blaze once more, I crawled closer to the door.
"Lucia?" My heart jumped for joy. She always snuck Eric down to me. Although we rarely talk anymore, she is my dearest friend.
"Yes, I brought you a present." The doorknob stopped turning and it opened slowly to reveal Eric, wearing a white dress shirt and white jeans. My eyes filled with tears. He looked like an angel.
"Hi there," he whispered in my ear after Lucia left. He caught my lips with his and I was lost in oblivion of pleasure. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around his neck. . .
"Avalon, what are you doing?" I pulled away from Eric quickly to see Blaze rubbing his eyes, squinting at Eric with curiosity.
"Who is that?" Eric asked me as he looked at Blaze. I hoped he could help me out with this kid.
"His name is Blaze, and Jager dropped him off to me in a cardboard box earlier tonight." I smiled when I saw Eric's face. He must have just heard a bit of Nada in my voice. I sounded so casual.
"Does he need proper clothes?" He finally asked me, looking over at Blaze. The boy just hopped back into my bed and covered himself with all the blankets.
"I would like that. He is wearing my favorite shirt." Eric looked like he was about to say something, but Lucia broke in, throwing the door open.
"Jaguar wants you Eric, now." I could see Eric's debate in his eyes. On one hand, he wanted to stay with me and wanted to tell Jaguar not to get his boxers in a bunch, and the other hand he was the obedient son.
"Go, Eric, come back Saturday. Bring back some clothes for Blaze when you do." I quickly kissed him before he ran out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Sighing sadly, I lay back down on the floor and curl up into my protective ball before falling back asleep. Dreams have fled my mind, and are replaced with memories that I don't wish to remember. Nada has not completely left me, she haunts me in my memories. Just like how a vampire thinks about them being human, I think of Nada in that same manner.
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On my way home, I noticed a rather expensive car outside of my home. The cold nips at my feet and before I can think about the car, I walk briskly inside. Just as I walk in, I am confronted by a young man with blue hair and black eyes. He grins at me with a vengeance an I need to suppress a shiver. A moment later I blink and he is gone as soon as he had appeared.
"Mom?" I ask somewhat unnerved as I toss my backpack into the corner of the room. I know she is in the kitchen, I can hear the dishes clattering. Something had upset her. She is always fiddling with the dishes when she gets upset.
I walk into the kitchen to see my step father grinning ear to ear and my mother washing dishes frantically. I have no idea how old my mom was when she had me, and I have no idea how old she is now. We never celebrated birthdays here, except for mine when I was little.
Dieta had long black flowing hair, a deep tan, and shocking green eyes. When she smiled, it made you smile as well. It was just the way it was. She looks as if she is no older than 25, but that couldn't be true. I am 14, 15 tomorrow. She would have had to be 9 or 10 when she gave birth to me if she was as old as she looked.
"Hi darling," she said nervously as she scrubbed plates mercilessly. I wondered what had upset her. Turning around, I saw my step father grinning from ear to ear.
"What are YOU smiling at?" I snap at him, glaring daggers in his direction. Whenever he smiled, it meant something bad. The man I had seen in the hallway seemed to get more real with every breath I took.
"Don't talk to me like that, you little piece of nothing," he snorted at me. Terry was a lawyer, and he was still wearing his suit. But he looked like he had just won a million dollars, the way he was grinning. I shrugged off his comment about me being nothing. It stung every time, but less each time he did it. "I would hit you right now, but you aren't my problem anymore."
"Is the girl ready?" My attention turns to a young black man in the doorway, his eerie eyes meeting mine for a split second.
"Yeah," Terry grunted as he took a sip of his coffee. "Get her out of here." My eyes widened as I spun towards my mother.
"Mom, what is he talking about?" Slowly, she turned to look at me.
"I wish you wouldn't have to go through what I had to as a child, but I know you will survive this sweety." Survive what? Her eyes seemed to show me how old her mind must feel. Her eyes were filled with knowledge and fear, but made no move to explain this whole thing to me.
"Get her out!" Terry screamed at the man, who came up from behind me and pulled my arms behind my back. I gasped. His skin was so cold . . . .
"Mom!" I screamed at her as I was dragged backwards out of my house. I was no feather and this guy was pulling me out like a kid with a red wagon on a string.
"Damn leech. Why did he have to take my baby away from me? She shouldn't even be bought by Adrian. She is bonded to Flare." was the last thing I heard her say.
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I jerked awake in a cold sweat. Back then, none of those words made sense to me. She used to babble on and on about that sort of thing all the time. But now those words began to come together. I knew humans shouldn't be sold into Midnight, they can be taken from anywhere, except now, with that agreement Jager had signed. Yet Adrian had bought me. He could have just killed my parents. I wouldn't mind that fate for Terry, but I could not imagine my mother dead. And Flare. . . wasn't he a vampire of Midnight? I had heard Jaguar talking about him a few days after I had been locked up in the upstairs room last year. He had lost a blood bond human and came back here to look for her.
Apparently, she had been gone for over 300 years. What had Jaguar called her? Tanata. My mind froze. Suddenly everything made sense. My last name had been Tanata, just as my mother's, before she married Terry. I had always asked her if it was her real last name or my real daddy's. She told me she made it up when she immigrated over here when she was little. Which I thought odd;she didn't have an accent.
Dieta Tanata was a blood bonded human of Midnight, Nada had been her daughter. Nada could be a tamed servant now if it wasn't for the mind block blood bonding had caused. Flare's blood ran through her veins, just as it did mine. Which would explain a lot of things. Like why I never had a pimple in my life, considering vampire blood perfected the body.
My mind was going into overdrive and my head began to ache. Maybe it was the fact that I actually knew how I had become what I am now, and why Nada is dead.
Curling back into my ball, I let tears stream down my cheeks. My whole life I had lived in the illusion of the day, the illusion of freedom. I had never truly been free, for I was bound to Midnight by blood.
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