Chapter 3 Forests Unknown
Thank you to these people for reviewing my past chapter, Moonlit Demon
Midnight Scribbler
Shadow Blaze
Arden Kaylien
Comments: Most of this was all Amelia Atwater-Rhodes' work, the plot in this story is mine. My first fanfic! Read and Review! Comments! Criticism! Suggestions! Anything is helpful to Willowtear! I'll try and get the verb tenses right. It might happen. We can hope. ; )
Risika walks around New Mayhem, feeling for Aubrey's Aura. In many clubs she checks for him, and all come up empty, Aubrey was nowhere she could see.
"Risika, Risika, Risika, Risika." The thought bounces of her mind like a voice bouncing off the walls of a endless cave of darkness. The voice was Aubrey's, and seemed to be hiding from her. She furls her brow in concentration and it is quickly replaced by a scowl of frustration. Where could he be? Why is she so obsessed with finding him?
Its not like she likes him or anything. Still, its like she was bonded to her blood brother in more than just the way she claimed him with the double rose. She just claimed him because it showed that she had defeated the mighty Aubrey. Her thoughts ramble on like this for a while. She paces the alleyways and streets nervously.
"You wont find him, you know." Growls a shadow in the darkness. "Who are you?" She calls back in a tone just as menacing.
"Calm down, Maiden of the Night." It replies. She balls up her fists and scowls angrily, her fangs glistening deadly white in the meager light. Obviously this human does not know whom he was dealing with.
She lashed out with her power, and she could feel the grimace from the shadows. "A.All I'm saying is that you wont find him. T. That's all he sent me to do." She could feel his confidence falter. The human raced away, and she lets him flee. She reflects upon the mark that she had burned into Aubrey.
Twin roses, twisted together with dark ivy. One rose black and one rose white, representing her life as a human and of the life she leads now. He was also her blood Brother, but Blood Siblings cared nothing for each other, or did they? Her own blood mother, Ather, had not seen her in many centuries. She startles herself out of her thoughts, and disappears.
Aubrey opens his eyes, seeing the dark ceiling swirl he yells in pain at the instant headache he had gotten from the severe beating he had on his head. Vampires didn't heal well when unconscious. It must have been a vampire that had beaten him.
He feels a tingling near his wrists, he tries to pull his wrists apart and screams in frustration when he sees the black metal windings around his hands.
The room is dark, too dark, and a cold bowl of blood lay near the wall he was leaning on. He looks around his prison. Steel gray walls are barely lit by glowing powder clustered by the corners.
He leans his aching head to the wall and thinks of the one thing that gives him constant comfort. He wonders where she is now and traces the contours of her face a thousand times.
The slim, pale cheeks that held the full, pouting lips that characterized her stubbornness, lips he longed to kiss. She had eyes like dark pools that held the world, Hair like ravens flying across fields of brilliant orange. He fell asleep thinking of her, unaware that his thoughts were being pitched her way across the unknown miles.
Risika stands at her window. Stars twinkle over the city, keeping the pale ivory moon company. Risika's dark eyes catch the light and she thinks back to the messenger with the warning. He said she wouldn't find him, so someone must have him, or . He couldn't be dead could he?
She thought of him, and the hatred she used to feel for him, and the fear. Where could he be?? The messenger said that the human had said he only sent him to tell her she wouldn't find Aubrey. So it was a he. Very important. She grinds her teeth and shakes her head. This was stupid. She was stupid. Why was she freaking out over Aubrey when only a month ago she wouldn't have cared if he was captured?
She reaches to her neck and pulls out a necklace. An emerald pendant hung on the simple silver chain. She held it out to the stars, between her slim fingers, it dances and sparkles in the starlight. She holds the emerald up between two fingers and it almost looks as if it was a star. She smiles. She twists it, almost as if she was twisting in a screw. The necklace chain drops from her fingers, deprived of its pendent. She turns from her window and a new star sparkles above the skyline.
Smiling, she turns into her room and picks up the rose on her bed. She marvels at why there is always a rose. Again, she thinks about its deep green tips. She remembers her star and wonders if he sees it too. The slow, steady drip of blood reminds her of her hunger and as she twists the rose between her fingers, blood runs down her hands. She raises a hand above the rose, letting drops fall upon the rose like drops of dew.
She drops the rose and in mid air it glimmers and sparkles. It drops to the soft covers with a diamond coating, preserving it forever. Walking out the door, she swoops down the street on silent feet. Gliding towards the trickle of blood, she stalks her dying prey. Finding it, she feeds and leaves.
Aubrey wakes and finds his blood bowl empty. His mind freezes on its blood lust. He wonders where she is now. He closes his eyes and listens. Waiting for hours, he is finally rewarded with the door creaking open.
The loud metal bowl is picked up and filled and set down, but before the door could close, Aubrey leaps up. The human at the door drops in sleep. Aubrey drops to the human to check for markings. He closes his eyes in frustration when he sees the tear with the emerald eye on the girl's left shoulder.
Leaving the girl where she was, he ignores the lust for warm blood and grabs the bowl of cold blood. Drinking it quickly, he steps carefully over the human, just to show he was not afraid, even though he was, he spits on the girl as he passes. He runs down the hall and into the darkness, not knowing what would come next.
Thank you to these people for reviewing my past chapter, Moonlit Demon
Midnight Scribbler
Shadow Blaze
Arden Kaylien
Comments: Most of this was all Amelia Atwater-Rhodes' work, the plot in this story is mine. My first fanfic! Read and Review! Comments! Criticism! Suggestions! Anything is helpful to Willowtear! I'll try and get the verb tenses right. It might happen. We can hope. ; )
Risika walks around New Mayhem, feeling for Aubrey's Aura. In many clubs she checks for him, and all come up empty, Aubrey was nowhere she could see.
"Risika, Risika, Risika, Risika." The thought bounces of her mind like a voice bouncing off the walls of a endless cave of darkness. The voice was Aubrey's, and seemed to be hiding from her. She furls her brow in concentration and it is quickly replaced by a scowl of frustration. Where could he be? Why is she so obsessed with finding him?
Its not like she likes him or anything. Still, its like she was bonded to her blood brother in more than just the way she claimed him with the double rose. She just claimed him because it showed that she had defeated the mighty Aubrey. Her thoughts ramble on like this for a while. She paces the alleyways and streets nervously.
"You wont find him, you know." Growls a shadow in the darkness. "Who are you?" She calls back in a tone just as menacing.
"Calm down, Maiden of the Night." It replies. She balls up her fists and scowls angrily, her fangs glistening deadly white in the meager light. Obviously this human does not know whom he was dealing with.
She lashed out with her power, and she could feel the grimace from the shadows. "A.All I'm saying is that you wont find him. T. That's all he sent me to do." She could feel his confidence falter. The human raced away, and she lets him flee. She reflects upon the mark that she had burned into Aubrey.
Twin roses, twisted together with dark ivy. One rose black and one rose white, representing her life as a human and of the life she leads now. He was also her blood Brother, but Blood Siblings cared nothing for each other, or did they? Her own blood mother, Ather, had not seen her in many centuries. She startles herself out of her thoughts, and disappears.
Aubrey opens his eyes, seeing the dark ceiling swirl he yells in pain at the instant headache he had gotten from the severe beating he had on his head. Vampires didn't heal well when unconscious. It must have been a vampire that had beaten him.
He feels a tingling near his wrists, he tries to pull his wrists apart and screams in frustration when he sees the black metal windings around his hands.
The room is dark, too dark, and a cold bowl of blood lay near the wall he was leaning on. He looks around his prison. Steel gray walls are barely lit by glowing powder clustered by the corners.
He leans his aching head to the wall and thinks of the one thing that gives him constant comfort. He wonders where she is now and traces the contours of her face a thousand times.
The slim, pale cheeks that held the full, pouting lips that characterized her stubbornness, lips he longed to kiss. She had eyes like dark pools that held the world, Hair like ravens flying across fields of brilliant orange. He fell asleep thinking of her, unaware that his thoughts were being pitched her way across the unknown miles.
Risika stands at her window. Stars twinkle over the city, keeping the pale ivory moon company. Risika's dark eyes catch the light and she thinks back to the messenger with the warning. He said she wouldn't find him, so someone must have him, or . He couldn't be dead could he?
She thought of him, and the hatred she used to feel for him, and the fear. Where could he be?? The messenger said that the human had said he only sent him to tell her she wouldn't find Aubrey. So it was a he. Very important. She grinds her teeth and shakes her head. This was stupid. She was stupid. Why was she freaking out over Aubrey when only a month ago she wouldn't have cared if he was captured?
She reaches to her neck and pulls out a necklace. An emerald pendant hung on the simple silver chain. She held it out to the stars, between her slim fingers, it dances and sparkles in the starlight. She holds the emerald up between two fingers and it almost looks as if it was a star. She smiles. She twists it, almost as if she was twisting in a screw. The necklace chain drops from her fingers, deprived of its pendent. She turns from her window and a new star sparkles above the skyline.
Smiling, she turns into her room and picks up the rose on her bed. She marvels at why there is always a rose. Again, she thinks about its deep green tips. She remembers her star and wonders if he sees it too. The slow, steady drip of blood reminds her of her hunger and as she twists the rose between her fingers, blood runs down her hands. She raises a hand above the rose, letting drops fall upon the rose like drops of dew.
She drops the rose and in mid air it glimmers and sparkles. It drops to the soft covers with a diamond coating, preserving it forever. Walking out the door, she swoops down the street on silent feet. Gliding towards the trickle of blood, she stalks her dying prey. Finding it, she feeds and leaves.
Aubrey wakes and finds his blood bowl empty. His mind freezes on its blood lust. He wonders where she is now. He closes his eyes and listens. Waiting for hours, he is finally rewarded with the door creaking open.
The loud metal bowl is picked up and filled and set down, but before the door could close, Aubrey leaps up. The human at the door drops in sleep. Aubrey drops to the human to check for markings. He closes his eyes in frustration when he sees the tear with the emerald eye on the girl's left shoulder.
Leaving the girl where she was, he ignores the lust for warm blood and grabs the bowl of cold blood. Drinking it quickly, he steps carefully over the human, just to show he was not afraid, even though he was, he spits on the girl as he passes. He runs down the hall and into the darkness, not knowing what would come next.
