Dealing with Lamias 2

Chapter 2

A few miles away, a dark hair girl stood outside a window, peering into the warmth of a house. The lights were out, but her sensitive eyes could see as though it were day. Along with her eyes, her ears picked up the sounds of the night, a few crickets, a soft breeze, and the sound of someone turning in bed.

The girl standing in the moonlight wasn't really a girl anymore. At 25, she was dependent on only herself, except for one little fault; she was a vampire. Pale skin made lighter by her dark hair and clothing, she lived by the night and hadn't seen the sun in over almost 2 years.

Tonight though, she was going to get the one thing she needed most, the one thing that would take away her headaches and pains, stop her nightmares of screams.

Blood.

She rapped her knuckles quickly on the glass, giving a look around. Her ears picked up the soft squeak of a mattress, then bare feet padding against the floor.

A blonde hair girl's face appeared in the window, her smile flashing at the vampire in with night. The blonde girl slide her window up, smiling. "Hey Ann."

The vampire smiled back, "Hey James. How's school?"

Jamie, better known as James to her older sister Ann, leaned her elbows on the sill of the window. "It's ok, kinda tough. I've got this huge project due in my mythology class in two days."

Ann raised an eyebrow. "Mythology? Sounds fun."

James nodded, then she bent down. Ann heard a drawer open, then Jamie was handing her a plastic container. "Dad says 'hey'."

With a small sigh, Ann accepted the container, slipping it into the large pocket of her black duster. Just having the blood near her caused he headache to spike, pain in her mind rocketing. Normally, she would have just drunk it the minute she got it, but not in front of Jamie, not after what they'd been through.

8 months ago, Ann had searched everywhere for Jamie, afraid that things maybe too late for her sister, that she had already become a member of the Night Society, never to lead a normal life again.

Only by chance was Ann able to save Jamie, only with the help of Blade, the vampire hunter. With his help, Ann found Jamie, unchanged, and got her away from this cursed life.

Ann's debt to Blade was still unpaid, her life for her sister's. She still wondered when he'd come a-knockin', sword in hand, cause she knew he'd kept his end of the bargain, now it was her turn.

Looking at her little sister, Ann felt the deal was just. Jamie now was a freshman in college, going steady with a nice boy named Justin, living a life Ann could only dream about.

Ann smiled at her sister. "Tell him thanks for me, ok?" She took a step back from the house she'd grown up in; the house she always thought about late at night when she was lonely; the house she'd been changed in; and swallowed thickly. "Take care, James. Ok?" Jamie nodded her head and watched Ann walk away from the window, disappearing into the shadows.

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"Raven? Never heard of 'em," Whistler muttered as he limped to one of his worktables. The workshop was one-of-a-kind, home to Whistler, being Blade's mentor.

"He said something about two innocents and two demons." Blade finally pulled his sunglasses off and looked Whistler in the eye. "This isn't going to be some bullshit prophecy again, is it?"

"Probably," Whistler smirked as he picked up a wrench from the table. "The end of humanity, where a supreme blood sucker will rule all." He gave a small laugh, then stopped. He looked back at Blade. "Ya know, that sounds so crazy it could be true."

Blade gave a small grunt. "I shouldn't have killed him."

Whistler shook his head. "Nah, ya did right. He wouldn't have told ya anything even if ya tortured him."

"We got nothing now."

"And we've had less before."

Blade gave him a rare smile, though it disappeared quickly. "Two demons," he repeated to himself.

"Could be any two vampires," Whistler commented off-handedly. "Demons of the night."

Blade's face darkened with a frown. "I'll keep my eye out, though I'm not sure what in the hell I'm even looking for."

"Wouldn't hurt if ya took a minute to ask a few questions before ya dust 'em. See who this Raven character is."

Unknowing to Whistler and Blade, "this Raven character" was, at the very same moment, standing before a small group of vampires. Her voice was even and clear, demanding and almost caring at times, though this was not one of those times. She'd already been talking for the last twenty minutes and was just wrapping up.

"We still have two days, so there is no hurry. I don't want any of you running around, collecting attention to the ceremony. We do not want any uninvited guests on Jour Noir. Tomorrow night, we'll collect our demons and begin preparations."

A soft murmur went through the vamps. Raven's green eyes flared for a second with anger. Not one who took insubordination well, Raven was a very old, very smart 1,500-year-old vampire. Dark red hair flowing down her back, Raven's femininity could often be taken for weakness, but that would be a deadly mistake. She'd kill anyone who got in her way, including every single vampire standing before her.

"Raven," one of the larger vampires grumbled. "The day-walker knows. One of the others, they were caught. I saw him talking with the hunter."

Raven smiled softly. "Yes, the day-walker, I had almost forgot." She quieted for a second, gaze drifting off to the side for a second. Then it snapped back to the group. "Blade will not be any trouble. Even if the does find out about Jour Noir, it'll be too late."

****Notes****

Really short, I know, but I was cruising around my account, updating another story and realized I haven't added a new chapter here in a long time. This is all that I've gotten written at the moment, but I promise to get working again. Another story has been taking up a lot of my time, but I'm almost done with it, so no worries there. So, in the end, don't hold your breaths for the next chapter ok? I don't want any deaths on my head for this.