A/N: Wow. I haven't written in awhile. Well, I figured that the least I
could do was finish these stories. For my readers. This is Crinnen's POV,
still. Please enjoy.
Kendra eyed me suspiciously, though curiosity was present in her obsidian eyes as well. I felt my heart rate increase considerably with my worry, though I made a conscious effort to keep my face as straight and calm as possible. I didn't want to be revealed here; this line would most certainly kill me the moment they found out my true identity.
"Leaving so soon? Why not stay for dinner?" Kendra asked me playfully as she tugged me forward. I made no response; I had no idea what she wanted my answer to be. I would not risk answering the wrong way and facing the consequences. Her strong grip pulled me forward into her arms. She stroked my chest and her fingers playfully made their way up to my neck, where they rested.
"You have a very strong heart beat, young one. You must be athletic. Very fit." Kendra's thumb rested on my pulse point, stroking it in admiration. She had a goal and that goal horrified me. She would feed off of me, which would reveal my true nature. I tried to pull away, a feeble attempt, which only summoned a malicious grin on the face of the predator. Kendra rested her lips and my muscles tensed. I was most certainly doomed. I could see my death already; they would all pound me into a small smudge on the ground. A bloody smear.
"Kendra, I had my eye on that one." Kendra lifted her head, her black hair falling down her back. I couldn't exactly see who was talking, but the voice sounded familiar. Haunting. Kendra smiled at the sight of this new foe and released me. She held me by the back of my neck, her excruciating grip causing me to wince.
"If you want him, Gerik, he is yours. I'm glad to see that you haven't forgotten me." I could not hold back the shock in my aura when I saw Gerik. He was supposed to be dead. He should have died hundreds of years ago. But, no, there he stood in front of me. His brown hair was cut short and choppy and his eyes were the same obsidian I saw in most vampires. I saw the look of recognition in his own eyes, along with the curiosity. As Kendra walked past him, she kissed his cheek and whispered, "Don't be too hard on the little athlete." Gerik grinned and caught her eyes. Mental communication, probably. When Gerik finally approached me, I was unsure of his intentions.
He grabbed my arm and led me into another room. He threw me against a wall and said, in a harsh tone, "What the fuck are you doing alive?"
I responded, as calmly as I could. "I could ask you the same thing; although it is fairly obvious that you are a vampire, so I need not ask." Gerik was calming down; I could feel the tension drain from the situation. Questions buzzed eagerly in my mind. Perhaps Rhea is still alive. Who was the vampire with Kaleo, why was she so familiar?
"What are you, Crinnen?" I looked at Gerik, though I knew that he already had a feeling that I was a Triste. I saw the dread in his eyes. He didn't want me to kill him. I didn't want to kill him anyway; I had found him likeable when he had been alive.
"I am a Triste. I have a few-"
"You aren't going to try anything are you? Just remember that there is a room full of vampires out there who wouldn't hesitate to kill you in an instant." What did he think I was, an idiot? I am not stupid enough to attack him with his kind around. I am not nearly that strong.
"No, why would I? Is Rhea... dead?" Gerik looked at me, as if he was trying to penetrate my thoughts; although, that would be impossible considering the fact that I had my mental shields up. Finally, Gerik sighed in defeat.
"No, she's alive and well. Not a vampire though." My eyes lit up. My love was alive! She was alive, after all of those years of pain and suffering; there was finally the opportunity to find happiness again. My happiness clearly showed on my face, I knew. I just couldn't hold it back. How could I? I loved her.
"Well, is she a Triste? Where is she? Please tell me. I've searched for her for so long..." I felt tears of joy come to my eyes. I vaguely felt embarrassed of my tears, but my embarrassment was the forgotten in the overwhelming happiness I felt.
"Nah, she's a blood bond. I was told not to tell you where she was, if you were ever found alive." My eyebrows furrowed. Who could possibly want me to be kept from the one I loved.
"Please, Gerik. Tell me. I need her." Gerik's face had been cool and emotionless ever since our conversation had started. His black eyes studied me, as if he was trying to tell if my request was genuine.
"Fine. You will find her in the care of Gabriel, of Midnight. She is his property, so I suggest that you do not touch her. Unless you want to risk your safety." I sighed in relief. I would finally find her. My love, my heart, my soul.
"Thank you. I am forever in your debt." Gerik rolled his eyes. I disappeared, eager to find the one I loved and cherished with all of my soul. I knew that Gabriel would be a slight annoyance in regaining a relationship with Rhea, but I doubted that it would be too big of a problem. All I could remember was the passionate moments that Rhea and I had shared. The passionate kisses, the joyful laughs, the intimate conversations. All of that would be in my grasp once again.
~That thoroughly sucked, didn't it? Oh well, please review. ~
Kendra eyed me suspiciously, though curiosity was present in her obsidian eyes as well. I felt my heart rate increase considerably with my worry, though I made a conscious effort to keep my face as straight and calm as possible. I didn't want to be revealed here; this line would most certainly kill me the moment they found out my true identity.
"Leaving so soon? Why not stay for dinner?" Kendra asked me playfully as she tugged me forward. I made no response; I had no idea what she wanted my answer to be. I would not risk answering the wrong way and facing the consequences. Her strong grip pulled me forward into her arms. She stroked my chest and her fingers playfully made their way up to my neck, where they rested.
"You have a very strong heart beat, young one. You must be athletic. Very fit." Kendra's thumb rested on my pulse point, stroking it in admiration. She had a goal and that goal horrified me. She would feed off of me, which would reveal my true nature. I tried to pull away, a feeble attempt, which only summoned a malicious grin on the face of the predator. Kendra rested her lips and my muscles tensed. I was most certainly doomed. I could see my death already; they would all pound me into a small smudge on the ground. A bloody smear.
"Kendra, I had my eye on that one." Kendra lifted her head, her black hair falling down her back. I couldn't exactly see who was talking, but the voice sounded familiar. Haunting. Kendra smiled at the sight of this new foe and released me. She held me by the back of my neck, her excruciating grip causing me to wince.
"If you want him, Gerik, he is yours. I'm glad to see that you haven't forgotten me." I could not hold back the shock in my aura when I saw Gerik. He was supposed to be dead. He should have died hundreds of years ago. But, no, there he stood in front of me. His brown hair was cut short and choppy and his eyes were the same obsidian I saw in most vampires. I saw the look of recognition in his own eyes, along with the curiosity. As Kendra walked past him, she kissed his cheek and whispered, "Don't be too hard on the little athlete." Gerik grinned and caught her eyes. Mental communication, probably. When Gerik finally approached me, I was unsure of his intentions.
He grabbed my arm and led me into another room. He threw me against a wall and said, in a harsh tone, "What the fuck are you doing alive?"
I responded, as calmly as I could. "I could ask you the same thing; although it is fairly obvious that you are a vampire, so I need not ask." Gerik was calming down; I could feel the tension drain from the situation. Questions buzzed eagerly in my mind. Perhaps Rhea is still alive. Who was the vampire with Kaleo, why was she so familiar?
"What are you, Crinnen?" I looked at Gerik, though I knew that he already had a feeling that I was a Triste. I saw the dread in his eyes. He didn't want me to kill him. I didn't want to kill him anyway; I had found him likeable when he had been alive.
"I am a Triste. I have a few-"
"You aren't going to try anything are you? Just remember that there is a room full of vampires out there who wouldn't hesitate to kill you in an instant." What did he think I was, an idiot? I am not stupid enough to attack him with his kind around. I am not nearly that strong.
"No, why would I? Is Rhea... dead?" Gerik looked at me, as if he was trying to penetrate my thoughts; although, that would be impossible considering the fact that I had my mental shields up. Finally, Gerik sighed in defeat.
"No, she's alive and well. Not a vampire though." My eyes lit up. My love was alive! She was alive, after all of those years of pain and suffering; there was finally the opportunity to find happiness again. My happiness clearly showed on my face, I knew. I just couldn't hold it back. How could I? I loved her.
"Well, is she a Triste? Where is she? Please tell me. I've searched for her for so long..." I felt tears of joy come to my eyes. I vaguely felt embarrassed of my tears, but my embarrassment was the forgotten in the overwhelming happiness I felt.
"Nah, she's a blood bond. I was told not to tell you where she was, if you were ever found alive." My eyebrows furrowed. Who could possibly want me to be kept from the one I loved.
"Please, Gerik. Tell me. I need her." Gerik's face had been cool and emotionless ever since our conversation had started. His black eyes studied me, as if he was trying to tell if my request was genuine.
"Fine. You will find her in the care of Gabriel, of Midnight. She is his property, so I suggest that you do not touch her. Unless you want to risk your safety." I sighed in relief. I would finally find her. My love, my heart, my soul.
"Thank you. I am forever in your debt." Gerik rolled his eyes. I disappeared, eager to find the one I loved and cherished with all of my soul. I knew that Gabriel would be a slight annoyance in regaining a relationship with Rhea, but I doubted that it would be too big of a problem. All I could remember was the passionate moments that Rhea and I had shared. The passionate kisses, the joyful laughs, the intimate conversations. All of that would be in my grasp once again.
~That thoroughly sucked, didn't it? Oh well, please review. ~
