Okay. here's the fourth chapter. I may change it later, because I seem to
have a major case of writers block at the moment- all these ideas and too
few words. Some people were picking on the paragraph structure of the last
chapter. I'm sorry I haven't changed it, but I really need someone to be
just a bit more specific.
Eryk looked at the sky and sighed. A year ago he would have done anything to make the charismatic and dynamic Songfire more cautious and meek, but now that she was he only wanted the old Songfire back. The new Songfire seemed deeply drained, hurt.
He knew that vampires were famous for their unusual capacity to love mortals. But he had always been scornful of that and never thought he could feel such a thing. Then he met Songfire, the most beautiful creature in existence. Now he wondered how he never knew what love felt like.
A year and a half ago Eryk had been a prominent member in a vampiric gang famous for stalking and terrifying their human prey before finally killing them. He and his friends were always annoyed when one of their amusing hunts was meddled with. The witches' meddling was bearable. They would get wind of such a hunt and possibly kill the vampire responsible. The vampire's blood kin would take vengeance and all would be well. But Songfire's mom's meddling was even more annoying. She would talk to the vampire responsible and the vampire would stop hunting completely.
All was well and good until the leader of the gang chose a hunt completely for himself. Songfire's mom got wind of this and stepped in. Before you knew it, Kiel had not only stopped hunting; he was actively opposed to the gang. In fact he killed seven other vampires just for taking part in a hunt. It was then that they decided that Songfire's mom must be killed.
And then Eryk met Songfire. He couldn't carry out the plan so he quit the gang. It wouldn't be so bad that he no longer could associate with any vampire, but now Songfire was ignoring him. He didn't know he would hurt her this badly with his past betrayal. He truly had no part in her mother's death, but there was no way to prove that to Songfire.
~~~~~
Songfire sighed as Risika opened the door to her house. Eryk was so beautiful, so strong. Her mom had trusted him, but it was their race's role to be trusting. He looked innocent, but he had confessed to previously knowing about a plot against her mom, so how innocent could he truly be?
Risika looked at her strangely. "Did an argument with your former boyfriend really get you so depressed?"
Songfire didn't know that she'd made it THAT obvious. "Maybe you don't understand. He played a major role in my mom's death!"
"I heard him say that he had no clue that the plan was carried out. Do you think that was a lie?"
"Even if it wasn't, why didn't he warn us? He could have told me then!" Songfire was hysterical now, screaming and crying at the same time.
"Still, I think you misunderstand his intentions. You don't have to think about it now though. You should really go back to sleep."
Songfire agreed and went up to the bedroom. She laid down on the bed, but she couldn't sleep. Eryk's face was all she could think about. He had been truly surprised to find out about her mother's death, but then he had admitted that he had been part of the gang responsible for it.
She knew the only answers to her questions would come the next time she got the courage to speak with Eryk. Still, since she couldn't sleep she may as well explore her surroundings. Getting up, Songfire donned her denim jacket once again.
This time, as she began to wander again, Songfire walked away from the community of Mayhem instead of towards it. She loved the woods. She could always feel the power of continuous life around her and relax, dreaming of a world of beings with the same peaceful natures as plants.
As she prowled deeper into the forest she began to hear the occasional snatch of words.
"She wouldn't have been stupid enough to walk into that nest of leeches would she?"
"I don't know. It doesn't matter anyway. Dominique ordered us to search the WHOLE forest."
"Who cares? I mean, we're better off without her line's interference anyway. She could have vanished into infinity and no one would be the worse off. Why are we bothering to search?"
Songfire laughed. She thought Dominique Vida had the other witches more in fear of her. But nervousness could do that to a person and if the witch wasn't nervous about walking into a nest of vampires then she was a suicidal idiot.
Still, none of that was really important. What mattered was that some of the witches were looking for her. She couldn't, WOULDN'T let them find her. Turning, she began to run away from the witches.
Finally, after running what felt like miles, Songfire was too tired to run any more. Stopping when she reached a small stream, Songfire climbed into a weeping willow and began to think. The tree suited her mood and soon she was crying softly into the leaves.
Her life was being torn to pieces. Her mom was dead, murdered, her boyfriend a part of the gang that had murdered her. It seemed like only Risika was there for her, but even she wasn't completely on Songfire's side. Still, it was surprising. Songfire was happier here than she had ever been in her former life. She would stay no matter what happened. She was free.
Some people informed me that they didn't think Risika was very motherly. I don't really either. But I did need a mother figure, and I needed Songfire's real mother to get murdered for the story to even begin. That and the fact that Risika had more in common with Songfire- they had both lost close family members- made Risika the best choice.
P.S. I don't have a disclaimer yet, and I'm not sure if I need one. But anyone who's read this far knows that the quality of my writing is much worse that Amelia Atwater-Rhodes's. This would probably mean that I'm not her and therefore do not own In the Forests of the Night.
Eryk looked at the sky and sighed. A year ago he would have done anything to make the charismatic and dynamic Songfire more cautious and meek, but now that she was he only wanted the old Songfire back. The new Songfire seemed deeply drained, hurt.
He knew that vampires were famous for their unusual capacity to love mortals. But he had always been scornful of that and never thought he could feel such a thing. Then he met Songfire, the most beautiful creature in existence. Now he wondered how he never knew what love felt like.
A year and a half ago Eryk had been a prominent member in a vampiric gang famous for stalking and terrifying their human prey before finally killing them. He and his friends were always annoyed when one of their amusing hunts was meddled with. The witches' meddling was bearable. They would get wind of such a hunt and possibly kill the vampire responsible. The vampire's blood kin would take vengeance and all would be well. But Songfire's mom's meddling was even more annoying. She would talk to the vampire responsible and the vampire would stop hunting completely.
All was well and good until the leader of the gang chose a hunt completely for himself. Songfire's mom got wind of this and stepped in. Before you knew it, Kiel had not only stopped hunting; he was actively opposed to the gang. In fact he killed seven other vampires just for taking part in a hunt. It was then that they decided that Songfire's mom must be killed.
And then Eryk met Songfire. He couldn't carry out the plan so he quit the gang. It wouldn't be so bad that he no longer could associate with any vampire, but now Songfire was ignoring him. He didn't know he would hurt her this badly with his past betrayal. He truly had no part in her mother's death, but there was no way to prove that to Songfire.
~~~~~
Songfire sighed as Risika opened the door to her house. Eryk was so beautiful, so strong. Her mom had trusted him, but it was their race's role to be trusting. He looked innocent, but he had confessed to previously knowing about a plot against her mom, so how innocent could he truly be?
Risika looked at her strangely. "Did an argument with your former boyfriend really get you so depressed?"
Songfire didn't know that she'd made it THAT obvious. "Maybe you don't understand. He played a major role in my mom's death!"
"I heard him say that he had no clue that the plan was carried out. Do you think that was a lie?"
"Even if it wasn't, why didn't he warn us? He could have told me then!" Songfire was hysterical now, screaming and crying at the same time.
"Still, I think you misunderstand his intentions. You don't have to think about it now though. You should really go back to sleep."
Songfire agreed and went up to the bedroom. She laid down on the bed, but she couldn't sleep. Eryk's face was all she could think about. He had been truly surprised to find out about her mother's death, but then he had admitted that he had been part of the gang responsible for it.
She knew the only answers to her questions would come the next time she got the courage to speak with Eryk. Still, since she couldn't sleep she may as well explore her surroundings. Getting up, Songfire donned her denim jacket once again.
This time, as she began to wander again, Songfire walked away from the community of Mayhem instead of towards it. She loved the woods. She could always feel the power of continuous life around her and relax, dreaming of a world of beings with the same peaceful natures as plants.
As she prowled deeper into the forest she began to hear the occasional snatch of words.
"She wouldn't have been stupid enough to walk into that nest of leeches would she?"
"I don't know. It doesn't matter anyway. Dominique ordered us to search the WHOLE forest."
"Who cares? I mean, we're better off without her line's interference anyway. She could have vanished into infinity and no one would be the worse off. Why are we bothering to search?"
Songfire laughed. She thought Dominique Vida had the other witches more in fear of her. But nervousness could do that to a person and if the witch wasn't nervous about walking into a nest of vampires then she was a suicidal idiot.
Still, none of that was really important. What mattered was that some of the witches were looking for her. She couldn't, WOULDN'T let them find her. Turning, she began to run away from the witches.
Finally, after running what felt like miles, Songfire was too tired to run any more. Stopping when she reached a small stream, Songfire climbed into a weeping willow and began to think. The tree suited her mood and soon she was crying softly into the leaves.
Her life was being torn to pieces. Her mom was dead, murdered, her boyfriend a part of the gang that had murdered her. It seemed like only Risika was there for her, but even she wasn't completely on Songfire's side. Still, it was surprising. Songfire was happier here than she had ever been in her former life. She would stay no matter what happened. She was free.
Some people informed me that they didn't think Risika was very motherly. I don't really either. But I did need a mother figure, and I needed Songfire's real mother to get murdered for the story to even begin. That and the fact that Risika had more in common with Songfire- they had both lost close family members- made Risika the best choice.
P.S. I don't have a disclaimer yet, and I'm not sure if I need one. But anyone who's read this far knows that the quality of my writing is much worse that Amelia Atwater-Rhodes's. This would probably mean that I'm not her and therefore do not own In the Forests of the Night.
