~ Hello. This is for Krikoris, my first reviewer on this fic. Krikoris, you've let me do a lot in this fic based on your fics. Thanks, many thanks. Enjoy. *Upon request of homeskillet I have added more oomph.* ~
My sister decided to visit today. We were really only related through our father, we had different mothers, my sister, my brother, and I. My father is quite a sadist. He had killed my mother, Rianne, and my brother's mother, Narilla, yet he stayed with my sister's mother.
My sister, Katima, is beautiful. The look of her features are oriental, she took after her mother in appearance. Her mother, Hanako, had been visiting England, from Japan, and met our father. He fell in love with Hanako and thus my sister came into the world. Of course, that had been about fifty years ago. My father is a Triste, a witch with properties like a vampire, or so I am told. He never ages; maybe that is why he killed the ones he loved, he didn't want to watch them age and die in front of him. He sold me to Gabriel two hundred years ago and I haven't heard from him since. I haven't talked to my brother for about two years, though I really can't go see him because I'm caged here, in Gabriel's manor. My brother's name is Gerik. His mother was British, like my father, nothing really special about his heritage or my own. My brother always acted older than me, although he is about ten years younger than me. His hair is dark brown, I think he got it from his mother. He certainly didn't get it from our father. My father's hair is caramel colored and his eyes were a watery blue color. I think all my looks come from him; the only trace I have of my mother in traits is my ability to draw. I truly hated my father for killing my mother, but as time goes on, in this hell hole, I think that the fire of my hatred is finally burning out. I think I have lost my spirit in this place.
My brother and sister are vampires, both in Kendra's line. Gerik is a painter, though his paintings don't portray the pain that Kairbre's paintings do, they are simply abstract. They portray the death of his victims; Gerik once told me since the death of his prey was never painful, his paintings never showed pain. Katima is quite a fan of Kairbre, so she showed me some of his work. I think it would go nicely with my room, or Gabriel's house in general, but I don't say anything to my sister about it.
Katima was changed for her voice. Her singing can bring people to tears or to blissful happiness. When Katima spoke, it was as if she were singing, so her voice in general attracted the eyes of Kaleo. I am glad that I can't sing at all.
Ever since I learned the qualities that vampires liked in human candidates for the change, I tried to get rid of those qualities, I did not want to be a vampire. It is hard to get rid of talents. I hate my looks, my stubbornness, my foolishness, everything about me irks my nerve. I take beauty as a curse, of course, if Gabriel keeps beating me into a bloody smear on the floor, I may lose that curse.
I do not like the fact that my two siblings are vampires. It makes me feel that it is my fate to become one as well and I detest the thought. I think I would kill myself if I became a full-fledged vampire, I am already close enough to being one. Gabriel blood bonded me about two hundred years ago and that was horrible enough. I couldn't die until he did; which is a comforting thought at times. I am somewhat afraid of death, though I would never admit it. Never. Ever.
My sister was gently humming the melody of a song I did not know, though it sounded beautiful. I looked over at her, her black hair fell to her chin and framed her face. Her eyes were the same black color that most vampires had. That is the only thing on her that makes her unattractive. I hate most vampires, with a few exceptions; Katima being one of them. The thought of eye color brought a question to my mind.
"Katima, what color were your eyes when you were human?" She turned to me and smiled.
"The same color as yours, bright blue." She said this in her heavenly, cursed voice. Her comment made me vaguely wonder if Gerik's eyes had been blue when he was human. Maybe we all took after our father when it came to our eyes.
"Have you been misbehaving for Gabriel? He seemed quite perturbed when I came in." I looked over at her, she was looking back at me curiously. Hmmm. I doubt I had him perturbed. Probably stupid Ravyn. Her very presence would make me want to vomit. My sister had been reading my thoughts no doubt, she was grinning mischievously from ear to ear. People these days, always reading people's thoughts and such. I gave her an offended look and she backed off. "Fine, I'll stop, little Katana." I really don't know why she calls me 'little.' I'm like one hundred fifty years older than her. I'll let it pass today, but the next time she says it, I'll start screaming at her.
"No, I don't misbehave for Gabriel. I don't belong to him, I belong to no one. Why don't you buy me from him or something? Get me away from here." Katima frowned at this; it darkened her whole face.
"I told father I wouldn't. I thought you belonged to 'no one', yet you're begging me to buy you; learn to talk and sound intelligent. Father keeps an eye on you, ya know. He doesn't want you changed like me or Gerik. He knows you have a talent as well, your drawing and your writing. He doesn't want you to catch the eye of Kendra or her fledglings. Gabriel likes you anyway, he would never sell you. I'm sorry, I can't help you there." I felt mild relief when she said that; I do love Gabriel sometimes and I won't have to part with his annoying ass anytime soon. Good.
Gabriel walked in then and told me that he needed to speak with me. I stood up and followed him out into the dimly lit hallways. The walls here were a soft orange color and it made you feel as if the sun was kissing your skin; the walls were comforting because I knew I would never see the light of day again, so it was the closest thing I had to real sunlight. I looked at him brazenly and he returned the gaze. We were challenging each other, yet for the first time, I won. He looked away first, his eyes looked past me to someone behind me. I turned around and saw stupid Ravyn. Her stupid ugly burgundy hair. Who has burgundy hair, really? I then noticed her black eyes, she was a vampire now? Hmph, now I loathe her even more, if it's actually possible. She looked kind of sleepy too. I wondered when she had been changed.
"Ravyn, go feed and get some rest." Gabriel said this in a cool tone. Hehehe, he wasn't happy about this change. I would have to ask him one hundred questions about Ravyn now. It would really get on his nerves and that's what I'm here for. Ravyn simply nodded and disappeared, the place where she had been standing was eerily empty. I was used to vampires disappearing though, Gabriel did it all the time. Although, those times were hazy since I had usually been on the brink of unconsciousness when he dissapeared. I decided to start asking questions at this point, to stop myself for delving too far into my past. The present gave you sanity, the past and future give insanity. Or that's how I look at it.
"What is it Gabriel? Are you sad because your little lapdog is a vampire now? You can't draw blood from her now, you won't have any control over her. That must really make you angry. No more pet, huh?" I was being really sarcastic and made my voice have the tone of someone talking to a five-year-old with a boo-boo. Gabriel whipped around, a look of fury on his face. He grabbed my throat and threw me up against a wall. I really couldn't breath, I was pretty sure that I was turning blue.
"Watch your tongue, girl. You should be broken, but I have yet to break you. Do you want me to break you now? No, wait, it won't be any fun for me. You don't have the chance of dying." I tried to kick him, but he still had me pinned against the wall, so my hit missed. He gave me a dangerous smile. I felt like smacking that smile off of his face. God must really hate me. How can he make me love and hate the same person, all at once? I gave up on God a long time ago, so I'm guessing he gave up on me. Katima came out of my room at that point and grabbed Gabriel's fist, this thwarted his attempt of punching my face. It's not like it hadn't happened before.
"This isn't your affair, Katima, so stay out of it. Go back to your singing lessons." Gabriel hissed this at my sister, who let out a low growl. Uh-oh. Time for me to get out of here. Of course, that was impossible at the moment, since I was trapped under Gabriel's strong grip.
"Keep your hands off of her when I am around, or you might find that they are gone the next time you go to use them. I'll mount them on my wall of singing trophies, since you think singing is so frivolous; although, Gabriel, you are frivolous too so you would go nicely with the trophies." Gabriel smirked at the threat. Obviously, he didn't find Katima threatening at all.
"Is that supposed to scare me, child? I will not take orders from the likes of you."
Katima laughed at that and Gabriel's eyes narrowed; you should never trust a laughing vampire. "Oh, that's right, the only person that can order you around is dead. Jeshickah deserved it, but you are lost without her, are you not?"
Gabriel instantly retorted, only his answer was made with his mind. I could tell that there was a conversation going on between them, though not verbally. If you watched carefully enough, you could see their emotions in their eyes. I saw anger in their eyes, everyone was angry now. Great. I was in for it now. I winced when Gabriel tightened his grip on my throat. I'm turning purple now. I think I just lost my beauty, I have a permanently purplish-blue face, one less thing to worry about. To my surprise, my sister answered his threat on me by shaking her head and disappearing. How could she leave me like this?
I didn't want Gabriel to take his fury out on me; I did not look at myself as a beating post, well at least most of the time. He released me from the wall, to my surprise, and said, "Please, no more incidents, like the Dominique situation thirty years ago. Ravyn, along with a colleague of sorts, killed Jeshickah, which subsequently made them vampires." He threw his hands up in the air, he looked exhausted. "I grow weary of you all, I do not like changing my pets." He then disappeared and left me there, fuming. He had called me his pet, once again.
~ Yeah, well, this chappie probably seems kind of rushed. I'm trying to get done as much as I can before Spring Break is over. If it is bad, tell me and I'll rewrite it. Love you all. Happy Hunting. ~
My sister decided to visit today. We were really only related through our father, we had different mothers, my sister, my brother, and I. My father is quite a sadist. He had killed my mother, Rianne, and my brother's mother, Narilla, yet he stayed with my sister's mother.
My sister, Katima, is beautiful. The look of her features are oriental, she took after her mother in appearance. Her mother, Hanako, had been visiting England, from Japan, and met our father. He fell in love with Hanako and thus my sister came into the world. Of course, that had been about fifty years ago. My father is a Triste, a witch with properties like a vampire, or so I am told. He never ages; maybe that is why he killed the ones he loved, he didn't want to watch them age and die in front of him. He sold me to Gabriel two hundred years ago and I haven't heard from him since. I haven't talked to my brother for about two years, though I really can't go see him because I'm caged here, in Gabriel's manor. My brother's name is Gerik. His mother was British, like my father, nothing really special about his heritage or my own. My brother always acted older than me, although he is about ten years younger than me. His hair is dark brown, I think he got it from his mother. He certainly didn't get it from our father. My father's hair is caramel colored and his eyes were a watery blue color. I think all my looks come from him; the only trace I have of my mother in traits is my ability to draw. I truly hated my father for killing my mother, but as time goes on, in this hell hole, I think that the fire of my hatred is finally burning out. I think I have lost my spirit in this place.
My brother and sister are vampires, both in Kendra's line. Gerik is a painter, though his paintings don't portray the pain that Kairbre's paintings do, they are simply abstract. They portray the death of his victims; Gerik once told me since the death of his prey was never painful, his paintings never showed pain. Katima is quite a fan of Kairbre, so she showed me some of his work. I think it would go nicely with my room, or Gabriel's house in general, but I don't say anything to my sister about it.
Katima was changed for her voice. Her singing can bring people to tears or to blissful happiness. When Katima spoke, it was as if she were singing, so her voice in general attracted the eyes of Kaleo. I am glad that I can't sing at all.
Ever since I learned the qualities that vampires liked in human candidates for the change, I tried to get rid of those qualities, I did not want to be a vampire. It is hard to get rid of talents. I hate my looks, my stubbornness, my foolishness, everything about me irks my nerve. I take beauty as a curse, of course, if Gabriel keeps beating me into a bloody smear on the floor, I may lose that curse.
I do not like the fact that my two siblings are vampires. It makes me feel that it is my fate to become one as well and I detest the thought. I think I would kill myself if I became a full-fledged vampire, I am already close enough to being one. Gabriel blood bonded me about two hundred years ago and that was horrible enough. I couldn't die until he did; which is a comforting thought at times. I am somewhat afraid of death, though I would never admit it. Never. Ever.
My sister was gently humming the melody of a song I did not know, though it sounded beautiful. I looked over at her, her black hair fell to her chin and framed her face. Her eyes were the same black color that most vampires had. That is the only thing on her that makes her unattractive. I hate most vampires, with a few exceptions; Katima being one of them. The thought of eye color brought a question to my mind.
"Katima, what color were your eyes when you were human?" She turned to me and smiled.
"The same color as yours, bright blue." She said this in her heavenly, cursed voice. Her comment made me vaguely wonder if Gerik's eyes had been blue when he was human. Maybe we all took after our father when it came to our eyes.
"Have you been misbehaving for Gabriel? He seemed quite perturbed when I came in." I looked over at her, she was looking back at me curiously. Hmmm. I doubt I had him perturbed. Probably stupid Ravyn. Her very presence would make me want to vomit. My sister had been reading my thoughts no doubt, she was grinning mischievously from ear to ear. People these days, always reading people's thoughts and such. I gave her an offended look and she backed off. "Fine, I'll stop, little Katana." I really don't know why she calls me 'little.' I'm like one hundred fifty years older than her. I'll let it pass today, but the next time she says it, I'll start screaming at her.
"No, I don't misbehave for Gabriel. I don't belong to him, I belong to no one. Why don't you buy me from him or something? Get me away from here." Katima frowned at this; it darkened her whole face.
"I told father I wouldn't. I thought you belonged to 'no one', yet you're begging me to buy you; learn to talk and sound intelligent. Father keeps an eye on you, ya know. He doesn't want you changed like me or Gerik. He knows you have a talent as well, your drawing and your writing. He doesn't want you to catch the eye of Kendra or her fledglings. Gabriel likes you anyway, he would never sell you. I'm sorry, I can't help you there." I felt mild relief when she said that; I do love Gabriel sometimes and I won't have to part with his annoying ass anytime soon. Good.
Gabriel walked in then and told me that he needed to speak with me. I stood up and followed him out into the dimly lit hallways. The walls here were a soft orange color and it made you feel as if the sun was kissing your skin; the walls were comforting because I knew I would never see the light of day again, so it was the closest thing I had to real sunlight. I looked at him brazenly and he returned the gaze. We were challenging each other, yet for the first time, I won. He looked away first, his eyes looked past me to someone behind me. I turned around and saw stupid Ravyn. Her stupid ugly burgundy hair. Who has burgundy hair, really? I then noticed her black eyes, she was a vampire now? Hmph, now I loathe her even more, if it's actually possible. She looked kind of sleepy too. I wondered when she had been changed.
"Ravyn, go feed and get some rest." Gabriel said this in a cool tone. Hehehe, he wasn't happy about this change. I would have to ask him one hundred questions about Ravyn now. It would really get on his nerves and that's what I'm here for. Ravyn simply nodded and disappeared, the place where she had been standing was eerily empty. I was used to vampires disappearing though, Gabriel did it all the time. Although, those times were hazy since I had usually been on the brink of unconsciousness when he dissapeared. I decided to start asking questions at this point, to stop myself for delving too far into my past. The present gave you sanity, the past and future give insanity. Or that's how I look at it.
"What is it Gabriel? Are you sad because your little lapdog is a vampire now? You can't draw blood from her now, you won't have any control over her. That must really make you angry. No more pet, huh?" I was being really sarcastic and made my voice have the tone of someone talking to a five-year-old with a boo-boo. Gabriel whipped around, a look of fury on his face. He grabbed my throat and threw me up against a wall. I really couldn't breath, I was pretty sure that I was turning blue.
"Watch your tongue, girl. You should be broken, but I have yet to break you. Do you want me to break you now? No, wait, it won't be any fun for me. You don't have the chance of dying." I tried to kick him, but he still had me pinned against the wall, so my hit missed. He gave me a dangerous smile. I felt like smacking that smile off of his face. God must really hate me. How can he make me love and hate the same person, all at once? I gave up on God a long time ago, so I'm guessing he gave up on me. Katima came out of my room at that point and grabbed Gabriel's fist, this thwarted his attempt of punching my face. It's not like it hadn't happened before.
"This isn't your affair, Katima, so stay out of it. Go back to your singing lessons." Gabriel hissed this at my sister, who let out a low growl. Uh-oh. Time for me to get out of here. Of course, that was impossible at the moment, since I was trapped under Gabriel's strong grip.
"Keep your hands off of her when I am around, or you might find that they are gone the next time you go to use them. I'll mount them on my wall of singing trophies, since you think singing is so frivolous; although, Gabriel, you are frivolous too so you would go nicely with the trophies." Gabriel smirked at the threat. Obviously, he didn't find Katima threatening at all.
"Is that supposed to scare me, child? I will not take orders from the likes of you."
Katima laughed at that and Gabriel's eyes narrowed; you should never trust a laughing vampire. "Oh, that's right, the only person that can order you around is dead. Jeshickah deserved it, but you are lost without her, are you not?"
Gabriel instantly retorted, only his answer was made with his mind. I could tell that there was a conversation going on between them, though not verbally. If you watched carefully enough, you could see their emotions in their eyes. I saw anger in their eyes, everyone was angry now. Great. I was in for it now. I winced when Gabriel tightened his grip on my throat. I'm turning purple now. I think I just lost my beauty, I have a permanently purplish-blue face, one less thing to worry about. To my surprise, my sister answered his threat on me by shaking her head and disappearing. How could she leave me like this?
I didn't want Gabriel to take his fury out on me; I did not look at myself as a beating post, well at least most of the time. He released me from the wall, to my surprise, and said, "Please, no more incidents, like the Dominique situation thirty years ago. Ravyn, along with a colleague of sorts, killed Jeshickah, which subsequently made them vampires." He threw his hands up in the air, he looked exhausted. "I grow weary of you all, I do not like changing my pets." He then disappeared and left me there, fuming. He had called me his pet, once again.
~ Yeah, well, this chappie probably seems kind of rushed. I'm trying to get done as much as I can before Spring Break is over. If it is bad, tell me and I'll rewrite it. Love you all. Happy Hunting. ~
