There we go... I apologise for any spelling errors, I know there's at least one... I think it was an 'apartment' Oh well.
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Enough rambling... Chapter three
She stepped delicately out of the shower again. That was the trouble with living in vermin infested holes like New York, you had to take about four showers a day to feel vaguely clean. The stench of the humans clung to everything, clothes, hair, even skin. She snarled and went to get dressed again, she needed to see the council later, to discuss the developments brought to her attention earlier. They had recieved intelligence that the fourth wildpower was located somewhere in New York, and they were currently trailing Circle Daybreak members in case they got there first. The Daybreakers' New York headquarters still had not been discovered, but her team was working on infiltration. She finished dressing and walked out of the apartment. She passed countless numbers of vermin on her way to the council's meeting place. She scrutinised each one, picking out the faults that would always mean the Nightworld was superior to these pathetic rats. 'Bleach blonde straw for hair', she thought, passing a woman desperately trying to remain twenty something. 'Toupee', her brain fired, head turning rapidly to examine new specimens, 'too short', 'cellulite', 'diseased'.
She sighed, content in her own perfection.
Sebastian walked slowly along, contemplating the day's events. This morning he had been vaguely happy, apart from the worries about the millennium, which was only to be expected, but by not even 12 o'clock, Circle Daybreak had disavowed all knowledge of his existence, and he was moving halfway across the country. They couldn't get rid of him quick enough. He could understand it, but accepting it was a different matter altogether. So it was in a distinctly sour mood that he walked aimlessly along Greenwich Avenue.
'Glasses', she thought. 'Too fat. She'd have no hope if she was chased'. At the thought of this, a spasm of hunger and longing spread through her body like wildfire, causing all the natural reactions present in a predator of her calibre. She swung her beautiful yet strangely savage face around to meet the next person in what was just a slipstream of food to her.
She paused, puzzled. She faced a boy, about seventeen or eighteen, with alabaster skin. His eyes were an azure blue, like a cloudless summer sky captured in a bottle. His medium brown hair hung loosely, falling into his eyes as he gazed back at her, surprise staining his eyes a deeper, oceanic blue. His lanky, but exquisitely muscled body tensed, ready to turn and run at any moment.
He could only stare at her, she was so beautiful. Her hazel eyes found and gripped his. Wisps of soft, blonde hair fluttered in the wind around her. With the sun shining through it, it looked like a golden halo. But anyone could see she was anything but an angel. Her delicate features, her soft brown eyes, cute button nose, and full, rose lips all held a disturbingly feral quality to them, like a kitten snarling. He was drawn irresistably to her, even though all the muscles in his body were screaming at him to run.
He fascinated her, he was like nothing she had ever met before, he was a vampire, which in itself was nothing new. But he held an inner power which was distinctly different from anyone she had ever encountered. She knew one thing though, she wouldn't give him to the council, he was hers now, and she wanted to play. They were drifting slowly closer together, in a few more seconds they would be close enough to touch. His body was still tensed, and he looked as though he was having an internal struggle of great proportions. One of the multitudes of humans passing them bumped carelessly into her, breaking the spell. She glanced angrily at the man. When she looked back, Sebastian was gone.
Sebastian was running full pelt along the rooftops, jumping gaps at speed which no ordinary person could. He needed to be far away. The whole experience, while only taking a minute or so in real time, had shaken him thoroughly. The memory of her face seemed to be etched into his brain, her peaches and cream skin, honey blonde hair, hazel eyes and even, pearly white teeth. That damn girl! He came to a rooftop on West Eleventh Street and stopped. He gripped the precipice of the roof and swung himself down from the roof through an open window. Saffron had warded it so nobody but him could enter the apartment unless invited. Her wry sense of humour regarding his race never failed to amuse him. He glanced around his barely furnished aparment, everything was as it was this morning. But the movement caused his head to swim and he was starting to get dizzy. In all that had happened today he hadn't fed yet. He needed oxygen, he needed blood. Grey spots were starting to flood his vision. He staggered towards the door, and collapsed.
Thankyou tou shadow and Pmagik for reviewing and making me happy. Whimpers to anyone who reads this but does not review... pretty please?
Enough rambling... Chapter three
She stepped delicately out of the shower again. That was the trouble with living in vermin infested holes like New York, you had to take about four showers a day to feel vaguely clean. The stench of the humans clung to everything, clothes, hair, even skin. She snarled and went to get dressed again, she needed to see the council later, to discuss the developments brought to her attention earlier. They had recieved intelligence that the fourth wildpower was located somewhere in New York, and they were currently trailing Circle Daybreak members in case they got there first. The Daybreakers' New York headquarters still had not been discovered, but her team was working on infiltration. She finished dressing and walked out of the apartment. She passed countless numbers of vermin on her way to the council's meeting place. She scrutinised each one, picking out the faults that would always mean the Nightworld was superior to these pathetic rats. 'Bleach blonde straw for hair', she thought, passing a woman desperately trying to remain twenty something. 'Toupee', her brain fired, head turning rapidly to examine new specimens, 'too short', 'cellulite', 'diseased'.
She sighed, content in her own perfection.
Sebastian walked slowly along, contemplating the day's events. This morning he had been vaguely happy, apart from the worries about the millennium, which was only to be expected, but by not even 12 o'clock, Circle Daybreak had disavowed all knowledge of his existence, and he was moving halfway across the country. They couldn't get rid of him quick enough. He could understand it, but accepting it was a different matter altogether. So it was in a distinctly sour mood that he walked aimlessly along Greenwich Avenue.
'Glasses', she thought. 'Too fat. She'd have no hope if she was chased'. At the thought of this, a spasm of hunger and longing spread through her body like wildfire, causing all the natural reactions present in a predator of her calibre. She swung her beautiful yet strangely savage face around to meet the next person in what was just a slipstream of food to her.
She paused, puzzled. She faced a boy, about seventeen or eighteen, with alabaster skin. His eyes were an azure blue, like a cloudless summer sky captured in a bottle. His medium brown hair hung loosely, falling into his eyes as he gazed back at her, surprise staining his eyes a deeper, oceanic blue. His lanky, but exquisitely muscled body tensed, ready to turn and run at any moment.
He could only stare at her, she was so beautiful. Her hazel eyes found and gripped his. Wisps of soft, blonde hair fluttered in the wind around her. With the sun shining through it, it looked like a golden halo. But anyone could see she was anything but an angel. Her delicate features, her soft brown eyes, cute button nose, and full, rose lips all held a disturbingly feral quality to them, like a kitten snarling. He was drawn irresistably to her, even though all the muscles in his body were screaming at him to run.
He fascinated her, he was like nothing she had ever met before, he was a vampire, which in itself was nothing new. But he held an inner power which was distinctly different from anyone she had ever encountered. She knew one thing though, she wouldn't give him to the council, he was hers now, and she wanted to play. They were drifting slowly closer together, in a few more seconds they would be close enough to touch. His body was still tensed, and he looked as though he was having an internal struggle of great proportions. One of the multitudes of humans passing them bumped carelessly into her, breaking the spell. She glanced angrily at the man. When she looked back, Sebastian was gone.
Sebastian was running full pelt along the rooftops, jumping gaps at speed which no ordinary person could. He needed to be far away. The whole experience, while only taking a minute or so in real time, had shaken him thoroughly. The memory of her face seemed to be etched into his brain, her peaches and cream skin, honey blonde hair, hazel eyes and even, pearly white teeth. That damn girl! He came to a rooftop on West Eleventh Street and stopped. He gripped the precipice of the roof and swung himself down from the roof through an open window. Saffron had warded it so nobody but him could enter the apartment unless invited. Her wry sense of humour regarding his race never failed to amuse him. He glanced around his barely furnished aparment, everything was as it was this morning. But the movement caused his head to swim and he was starting to get dizzy. In all that had happened today he hadn't fed yet. He needed oxygen, he needed blood. Grey spots were starting to flood his vision. He staggered towards the door, and collapsed.
