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There Silver stood in all his pride and glory, or as much glory as a vampire could get. I would never guess why he named himself Silver. His hair was was, if possible, a blackish blond. That was the first thing that came to mind. His eyes, like all vampires, were black. Maybe he was named Silver because his skin was pale, but held a silvish tone.
It didn't really matter to me. What sent shivers down my spine was that he was smiling. I have never met Silver personally, and I am not even of his Line. What on Earth would he want with ME? "Kairbre I assume," Silver greeted me, his black eyes never leaving mine. His Line has great mind capabilities and my Line is just good at Art. But no vampire has easily entered my mind. Vampires who still dream have somewhat of a tangible mental fire wall around their minds. "Kairbre, The Painted One."
That name has gone from a taunt of my past to a nickname used as casually as Bob is used for Robert. Perhaps even more casual. Although I don't mingle with my past as much anymore, how I was changed was still a slight blur. I knew what had caused me to slit my wrists, and I remember waking up. But all between there was still a blur, although My Poem told of how it must have felt.
"Silver," I greeted. He must have had something with name greetings, you know, when you greet the person by saying their name as if they should be flattered that they know your name. In this case, that was how I felt slightly. Silver had never met me, and yet here he was, standing right infront of me.
"And Rayne Forrest I see," he observed, nodding in her direction. She smiled and waved very slightly. "Well, nice place you got here."
"It's just like all the other rooms back here," I informed him, although I knew he was just trying to make small talk. Which weirded me out. Vampires usually don't make small talk, especially with other vampires. He looked like he needed something and was too shy to come right out and ask it.
"Silver darling, something you would like in my lover's abode?" I glanced between the two of them and smirked. Rayne could put out so much information in such a small sentence. Basically she said something along the lines of 'Silver you disgusting roach, what the hell are you here in a place in which you were not invited, talking to the vampire whom I sleep with, whom you yourself never met?' Rayne is quite articulate with words. Another reason of why I love her.
"Well, I, uh," I was shocked, Silver was stuttering! "I needed to talk to him about that nasty Vida wound of his."
"Well, I, uh," I mocked and smirked to see him glare. This was a new side of me. I liked toying with vampires. Especially direct fledglings. Always enjoyable. "Can't you wait till I can actually SEE?" The last word I stressed as I pointed to my eye.
To my amusement, Silver laughed. Or well it was more to his amusement, but I didn't expect him to actually enjoy that. "I suppose, tomorrow why don't you? Around 11 tomorrow night at . . " He paused as if he was actually thinking. "Las Noches?"
"Sounds good," Rayne purred, then added with venom. "Now get OUT." I wondered what happened between them, but I dare not ask. But Silver looked like he was planning to stay for a short time.
"What are you really here for?" I ask, now seeing that I am not the main reason he is here. I see concern and fear behind his black eyes. Even his clothes seemed to show his state of fear. The deep blue turtleneck and the navy jeans showed me that he was concerned about something, and the way he wore his hair in contrast to his belt and shoes told me he was slightly afraid.
"It's about that witch friend of yours." If anything caught my attention, it was that right there. The way he mentioned her, disgust disguising fear. Even though Rabe was blood bonded now, she was still a witch. And an Arun witch at that.
"What about Rabe?" I growled and I saw Rayne's brow quirk just slightly. She liked Rabe as well, a sister like friend, just like I did.
"She is blood bonded to Aubrey's brother." Duh! "And she is an Arun." What was wrong with that? "When she becomes a vampire, I believe she will be stronger than Risika herself." That shocked me. I stood up instantly, followed right behind Rayne.
"What are you saying?" I tried to sound casual but something gave me away very easily. When I get a sudden high peak of emotion, my hair and eyes flash a different color. My hair would turn black and my eyes would turn to their original color. And I felt the change happen when he told me the newest rumor. Embarrased, I turned them back.
"Even if she willingly gives her blood away, she will be very strong." I didn't understand. There was no possible way that that was possible. It was IMPOSSIBLE! "With the vampiric blood already in her system from being an Arun, more vampire blood will boost up her already." My mind was still down from the first blow. I was still thinking. "If another vampire would . . .like Jessica . . " I knew what he was saying but I was in no mood to try to talk to a vampire who I rarely knew. I just needed to talk to my lover.
"Get out." I ordered him as I gripped his shirt and pinned him to the door. He could have hit me with his mind, his body, but he did not. He left the room. After a few minutes of staring at the door, I brought myself to Las Noches to talk to Maverick, Jager, maybe Aubrey himself. But I'd be damned again if I ever thought I'd see a Smoke
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Suspense!! Can you take it? Most likely. Please review!!
Krikoris
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There Silver stood in all his pride and glory, or as much glory as a vampire could get. I would never guess why he named himself Silver. His hair was was, if possible, a blackish blond. That was the first thing that came to mind. His eyes, like all vampires, were black. Maybe he was named Silver because his skin was pale, but held a silvish tone.
It didn't really matter to me. What sent shivers down my spine was that he was smiling. I have never met Silver personally, and I am not even of his Line. What on Earth would he want with ME? "Kairbre I assume," Silver greeted me, his black eyes never leaving mine. His Line has great mind capabilities and my Line is just good at Art. But no vampire has easily entered my mind. Vampires who still dream have somewhat of a tangible mental fire wall around their minds. "Kairbre, The Painted One."
That name has gone from a taunt of my past to a nickname used as casually as Bob is used for Robert. Perhaps even more casual. Although I don't mingle with my past as much anymore, how I was changed was still a slight blur. I knew what had caused me to slit my wrists, and I remember waking up. But all between there was still a blur, although My Poem told of how it must have felt.
"Silver," I greeted. He must have had something with name greetings, you know, when you greet the person by saying their name as if they should be flattered that they know your name. In this case, that was how I felt slightly. Silver had never met me, and yet here he was, standing right infront of me.
"And Rayne Forrest I see," he observed, nodding in her direction. She smiled and waved very slightly. "Well, nice place you got here."
"It's just like all the other rooms back here," I informed him, although I knew he was just trying to make small talk. Which weirded me out. Vampires usually don't make small talk, especially with other vampires. He looked like he needed something and was too shy to come right out and ask it.
"Silver darling, something you would like in my lover's abode?" I glanced between the two of them and smirked. Rayne could put out so much information in such a small sentence. Basically she said something along the lines of 'Silver you disgusting roach, what the hell are you here in a place in which you were not invited, talking to the vampire whom I sleep with, whom you yourself never met?' Rayne is quite articulate with words. Another reason of why I love her.
"Well, I, uh," I was shocked, Silver was stuttering! "I needed to talk to him about that nasty Vida wound of his."
"Well, I, uh," I mocked and smirked to see him glare. This was a new side of me. I liked toying with vampires. Especially direct fledglings. Always enjoyable. "Can't you wait till I can actually SEE?" The last word I stressed as I pointed to my eye.
To my amusement, Silver laughed. Or well it was more to his amusement, but I didn't expect him to actually enjoy that. "I suppose, tomorrow why don't you? Around 11 tomorrow night at . . " He paused as if he was actually thinking. "Las Noches?"
"Sounds good," Rayne purred, then added with venom. "Now get OUT." I wondered what happened between them, but I dare not ask. But Silver looked like he was planning to stay for a short time.
"What are you really here for?" I ask, now seeing that I am not the main reason he is here. I see concern and fear behind his black eyes. Even his clothes seemed to show his state of fear. The deep blue turtleneck and the navy jeans showed me that he was concerned about something, and the way he wore his hair in contrast to his belt and shoes told me he was slightly afraid.
"It's about that witch friend of yours." If anything caught my attention, it was that right there. The way he mentioned her, disgust disguising fear. Even though Rabe was blood bonded now, she was still a witch. And an Arun witch at that.
"What about Rabe?" I growled and I saw Rayne's brow quirk just slightly. She liked Rabe as well, a sister like friend, just like I did.
"She is blood bonded to Aubrey's brother." Duh! "And she is an Arun." What was wrong with that? "When she becomes a vampire, I believe she will be stronger than Risika herself." That shocked me. I stood up instantly, followed right behind Rayne.
"What are you saying?" I tried to sound casual but something gave me away very easily. When I get a sudden high peak of emotion, my hair and eyes flash a different color. My hair would turn black and my eyes would turn to their original color. And I felt the change happen when he told me the newest rumor. Embarrased, I turned them back.
"Even if she willingly gives her blood away, she will be very strong." I didn't understand. There was no possible way that that was possible. It was IMPOSSIBLE! "With the vampiric blood already in her system from being an Arun, more vampire blood will boost up her already." My mind was still down from the first blow. I was still thinking. "If another vampire would . . .like Jessica . . " I knew what he was saying but I was in no mood to try to talk to a vampire who I rarely knew. I just needed to talk to my lover.
"Get out." I ordered him as I gripped his shirt and pinned him to the door. He could have hit me with his mind, his body, but he did not. He left the room. After a few minutes of staring at the door, I brought myself to Las Noches to talk to Maverick, Jager, maybe Aubrey himself. But I'd be damned again if I ever thought I'd see a Smoke
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Suspense!! Can you take it? Most likely. Please review!!
Krikoris