*WOOOOOOOO!! Yep, sequel is here! I love Cairbre so much. I hope you all
love him too. Such a hansome dead thing! Anyway, this is once again my
darling's POV. Quite short, as usual. Nothing has changed THAT much.
Enjoy!!*
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I am no longer Cairbre. He has died, as his mortality had 38 years ago. My life had been spins and turns of pain and suffering, and only a year ago did I decide to give in to my immortal self. Life, I laugh to myself at the very word. Some were not meant to live in the light. As a human I shunned the light and embraced the darkness, and as a vampire I had done the opposite. At first I was afraid of what I had become and fought. As the vampire Flare had said, I was the grey paint, the one who lived in both worlds.
Now I do no longer argue against the fact that I was a weak vampire. Animal blood is a retched thing, although a few years ago I would have differed. Things can change you.
I smile as I stand infront of the bash house. A moment before I had been in my room behind New Mayhem. Rayne was at my side a moment later. She was bonded to me by blood, by spirit, by immortality.
As I have said, I am no long Cairbre. I am Kairbre. If you have read my previous story, you would know that I have done so to forget my past, how I fought what I was. But I still care for Rabe, who is like my sister. But now that I have told her that she is an Arun, and now that that knife of hers is rather painful to my kind, I make sure not to upset her. She is still kind of fuzzy on the whole Ash Night incident. Personally I doubt that she really knows that that was how her wrist got broken.
"Ready, Kairbre?" Rayne's blood red lips purr at me as she slides her arm around my waist. I smirk and kiss her neck. Her hair had changed once again to a rich chocolate brown, which I had found out was its original color. Her skin was always that beautiful deep tan but her eyes stayed their 'natural' black. As a human they were golden, and as a human she was not Rayne Forrest. She has still yet to tell me her true name.
"Perhaps," I toyed with her, enjoying how her head fit perfectly in the crook of my neck. I was tempted to do something rather . . heh but the door opened. "Kaleo," I greet him cooly and he just looked at me. It had been a year since I had last seen him. To my surprise Kaleo had left the my new curcuit the year I came back. But now it was obvious he was back, and it was just as obvious that he was not happy to see me.
"Cairbre," he replied slowly, looking me over several times. I know he senses I have gotten stronger, and he growls audibly as he realizes who is at my side. "And my darling Rayne."
"His name is Kairbre," she hissed at him as she pulled me through the door, emphasizing the first letter, "And I am NOT your darling." I could sense her thoughts just bubbling at the edge of my mind, but I felt somewhat dizzy just by them being there. I was not planning to make myself even more dizzy.
"Kairbe!" I turn to see Heather, the blood bond who had recited my poem, although I know it was only partially true. She greeted me warmly and I did the same. She, although bonded to my worse enemy, was rather kind to me.
"Heather," I reply, nodding in her direction. Rayne had left my side and went to go and flirt with a weaker vampire. It was not the Killing Hour. It was still a new concept to me, but I was learning quickly.
Do I have any blood bonds of my own? Maybe. Well, I do not have any at the moment, but I have several humans on my list. "Been awhile, my pet," Kendra purred as she wrapped her arms around my waist. I let her do so, although it sends chills up and down my spine. If I had learned one thing in the past years, it was to never let a strong vampire at your back.
"Nice to see you too," I answered, pulling her arms off of me and turning to face her. I could tell that she hasn't fed in awhile. This is a tough curcuit, I know. Whomever is unlucky enough to be under her grasp will never see the light of day again.
The Killing Hour rang throughout the house. I smirked as I turned from Kendra to see Rayne already have a young man in her grip. When I turned to face Kendra she too had someone to feed from. I sat down on a couch and relaxed. True, I went to bashes and also true, I killed. Never really at the same time though. I am still not used to kill prey infront of so many of my kind. I doubt it is embarrasment, but I suppose I am just shy.
Just as a young woman set herself in my lap, I felt something that made my blood run cold. I felt an aura fade, too fast for comfort. And it was a vampire aura. Someone had killed a vampire. "Kaleo," I said to the blond vampire on the couch next to me. He didn't respond until I added, "we have a witch in our midst and it just desposed of one of us." He must have been too submerged in feeding to notice, but he knew I would not lie on such an issue. He pushed a girl off his lap and stood up, blinking out a second later.
"I wonder what happened. . . " Rayne whispered as she took Kaleo's place on the couch. "Aren't you hungry?" Clearly she meant the girl in my lap, who I had sent into sleep. Just as I was about to shake my head, Kaleo threw someone into the center of the room, a dagger glistening.
Arching a brow, I looked at her briefly. Blonde hair, blue eyes, Vida. I could sense it instantly. "Look what we have here," Kaleo announced to the whole room and several vampires stood up. "A Vida, how interesting."
And that was the night that shifted my life. The night I had met Sarah Vida.
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Told you it was short! Hey, since you read this piece of my literature, why don't you take a brief half minute to review? Thanx!!
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I am no longer Cairbre. He has died, as his mortality had 38 years ago. My life had been spins and turns of pain and suffering, and only a year ago did I decide to give in to my immortal self. Life, I laugh to myself at the very word. Some were not meant to live in the light. As a human I shunned the light and embraced the darkness, and as a vampire I had done the opposite. At first I was afraid of what I had become and fought. As the vampire Flare had said, I was the grey paint, the one who lived in both worlds.
Now I do no longer argue against the fact that I was a weak vampire. Animal blood is a retched thing, although a few years ago I would have differed. Things can change you.
I smile as I stand infront of the bash house. A moment before I had been in my room behind New Mayhem. Rayne was at my side a moment later. She was bonded to me by blood, by spirit, by immortality.
As I have said, I am no long Cairbre. I am Kairbre. If you have read my previous story, you would know that I have done so to forget my past, how I fought what I was. But I still care for Rabe, who is like my sister. But now that I have told her that she is an Arun, and now that that knife of hers is rather painful to my kind, I make sure not to upset her. She is still kind of fuzzy on the whole Ash Night incident. Personally I doubt that she really knows that that was how her wrist got broken.
"Ready, Kairbre?" Rayne's blood red lips purr at me as she slides her arm around my waist. I smirk and kiss her neck. Her hair had changed once again to a rich chocolate brown, which I had found out was its original color. Her skin was always that beautiful deep tan but her eyes stayed their 'natural' black. As a human they were golden, and as a human she was not Rayne Forrest. She has still yet to tell me her true name.
"Perhaps," I toyed with her, enjoying how her head fit perfectly in the crook of my neck. I was tempted to do something rather . . heh but the door opened. "Kaleo," I greet him cooly and he just looked at me. It had been a year since I had last seen him. To my surprise Kaleo had left the my new curcuit the year I came back. But now it was obvious he was back, and it was just as obvious that he was not happy to see me.
"Cairbre," he replied slowly, looking me over several times. I know he senses I have gotten stronger, and he growls audibly as he realizes who is at my side. "And my darling Rayne."
"His name is Kairbre," she hissed at him as she pulled me through the door, emphasizing the first letter, "And I am NOT your darling." I could sense her thoughts just bubbling at the edge of my mind, but I felt somewhat dizzy just by them being there. I was not planning to make myself even more dizzy.
"Kairbe!" I turn to see Heather, the blood bond who had recited my poem, although I know it was only partially true. She greeted me warmly and I did the same. She, although bonded to my worse enemy, was rather kind to me.
"Heather," I reply, nodding in her direction. Rayne had left my side and went to go and flirt with a weaker vampire. It was not the Killing Hour. It was still a new concept to me, but I was learning quickly.
Do I have any blood bonds of my own? Maybe. Well, I do not have any at the moment, but I have several humans on my list. "Been awhile, my pet," Kendra purred as she wrapped her arms around my waist. I let her do so, although it sends chills up and down my spine. If I had learned one thing in the past years, it was to never let a strong vampire at your back.
"Nice to see you too," I answered, pulling her arms off of me and turning to face her. I could tell that she hasn't fed in awhile. This is a tough curcuit, I know. Whomever is unlucky enough to be under her grasp will never see the light of day again.
The Killing Hour rang throughout the house. I smirked as I turned from Kendra to see Rayne already have a young man in her grip. When I turned to face Kendra she too had someone to feed from. I sat down on a couch and relaxed. True, I went to bashes and also true, I killed. Never really at the same time though. I am still not used to kill prey infront of so many of my kind. I doubt it is embarrasment, but I suppose I am just shy.
Just as a young woman set herself in my lap, I felt something that made my blood run cold. I felt an aura fade, too fast for comfort. And it was a vampire aura. Someone had killed a vampire. "Kaleo," I said to the blond vampire on the couch next to me. He didn't respond until I added, "we have a witch in our midst and it just desposed of one of us." He must have been too submerged in feeding to notice, but he knew I would not lie on such an issue. He pushed a girl off his lap and stood up, blinking out a second later.
"I wonder what happened. . . " Rayne whispered as she took Kaleo's place on the couch. "Aren't you hungry?" Clearly she meant the girl in my lap, who I had sent into sleep. Just as I was about to shake my head, Kaleo threw someone into the center of the room, a dagger glistening.
Arching a brow, I looked at her briefly. Blonde hair, blue eyes, Vida. I could sense it instantly. "Look what we have here," Kaleo announced to the whole room and several vampires stood up. "A Vida, how interesting."
And that was the night that shifted my life. The night I had met Sarah Vida.
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Told you it was short! Hey, since you read this piece of my literature, why don't you take a brief half minute to review? Thanx!!
Krikoris Kriticos