Thank you all the wonderful reviewers out there!! Crisium Iridum, Jacy,
Tigerkitty, Neveada, and moonlitdemon, thank you all soooo much for
reviewing this. I bet some other readers wanted Jiendoala's POV, sorry.
Anyway, here is chapter two, dedicated to all of my reviewers!!
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New Mayhem. Hm what an interesting name. New? The old one had been burned down to the ground thanks to the present bar tenderess Kaei, who is blood bonded to Jager. I have her as a check on my list. And then there is this Kairbre vampire I know so little and yet so much about. He is a Kendra vampire but he lives with Silver vampires? Odd. A repenting vampire. Woopee?
And Fala. What kind of vampire does she sound like? Does the name Fala strike fear into your body, sending your body into convulsions of fear? Not really. Not to ME anyway. Kairbre sounds more intimidating.
Robert and I found the trail to New Mayhem thanks to a plant. I'll thank the plant later. Maybe by ripping out its roots and making Jager eat it. Yeah, that sounds like a good plan.
"Linaein," Robert stopped me right before we stepped into Las Noches. "I have been here many times, I've had time to check the advantage points and where NOT to go. You have not. And despite the fact that you want to grab a leech and ram your fist into their chest, you are not ready. I am begging you as a friend, a brother, do NOT do something stupid." I rolled my eyes and patted the hand he had placed on my shoulder.
"Don't worry Robert," I assured him as I pushed the door open. "I can't ram my fist into a vamp's chest. That's almost impossible."
Robert stepped in first, being the protective human hunter he was. I am not suggesting that I was not a human hunter as well, but I have had a whole life of training from Vidas. He was a mere old novice in my eyes. Call me cocky, but I have grown up with the two toughest Vidas of my time and the time before. If I am cocky, what does that make the Vida Line? Precisely.
Adianna tells me that my aura was mostly like a human, so I was ok. But it wasn't my aura that caught vampires' attentions, it was my appearence. I don't really know how much paler a human could get after me. My sister saved me from bondage, but had stolen my skin pigment in the process. I have been taught to use my senses that so many humans have tossed aside. Natural wild instincts to sense vampires, human's worst enemy. Besides themselves of course. And I could sense that several pair of black eyes were on me. Several black and a pair of green.
I seperated from Robert to go and make sure he wasn't associated with me. His own protection. He was thought to be an innocent human. I might draw some eyes as a hunter. Which would majorly blow Robert's cover if he was paired with me.
The first thing I go to is the walls. Or at least I try to. The music that is pounding in my ears and the fog billowing at my feet made me somewhat disoriented. A witch would get used to this quick. I, no matter what I thought or feel, was still human. Of course Triste witches could fake this too.
The walls are spider cracked mirrors. I heard from Robert that they have been like this for over 24 years. And yet no one has broken them further. Odd.
Pulling my gaze away from the walls, I made my way to the bar. I sat down and let my head keep on spinning. I looked around and saw several dozen bottles. From the red lighting they all looked the same. But I knew better than to try to pick out my own. One of them could have been Triste blood, water, or cyanide. I didn't bother trying to find one.
Even after ten minutes of me being here, I still felt eyes on me. I couldn't shake off the feeling that I should run. I hated that feeling. Fear. I heard that my uncle enjoyed fear. Another long distanced relation.
"And who might you be, mortal who shuns the light?" I turned around to see a tiger striped young woman with piercing golden eyes. Risika. That was the first name that came to mind. I have studied Ash Night's, the vampire Jessica, books. This vampire fit the description perfectly.
"I am the one that is shunned from mortal and immortal kind alike," I answered in the same riddle-like motion. I was not a vampire, duh, and yet I was not a witch or a human. Well, I'm too human perhaps.
"Well, shunned one," she smirked, sitting on the bar and staring down at me. "Where are you rejected by immortal kind?" I arched a brow. This vampire saw something in me, most likely the same aura she had while she was human. What can I say? I attract the undead.
"Where the clocks always rings twelve and the moon is always above our heads." I smirked at her gaze of approval. I had somehow learned the riddle like phrases from a vampire named Rabe during my short time here as an infant.
"You are as pure as a newborn child." My eternal deep eyes glanced up at her and frowned.
"All newborn children are the result of one of the worst sins." I looked away and at the bar infront of me. "And a child born from a tainted soul is impure as well."
"You speak of the mortal vampire?" My sister. Yep, that was her alright.
"Is your hair the lasting memory of your darling friend?" It was a rhetorical question. She knew the answer to her and my question.
"There has been a search for her mortal Triste brother," Risika informed me, her head tilted as she examined me. "Skin the color of death, hair the tint of fresh snow, and eyes so pure that you could fall into the oblivion of his lakes and never wish to return." She looked me over and I could feel her trying to get into my mind. Impossible. "The heir of Midnight, the pure son of two damned souls."
"I know of whom you speak." A new voice added and I turned to come eye to eye with one of the strongest Silver Line vampires around. Not Jager, but Jessica. Ash Night.. "Linaien De Fiaro."
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How was that? Any good? I am hoping some one might review this, thank you very much for your time!!!
Krikoris
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New Mayhem. Hm what an interesting name. New? The old one had been burned down to the ground thanks to the present bar tenderess Kaei, who is blood bonded to Jager. I have her as a check on my list. And then there is this Kairbre vampire I know so little and yet so much about. He is a Kendra vampire but he lives with Silver vampires? Odd. A repenting vampire. Woopee?
And Fala. What kind of vampire does she sound like? Does the name Fala strike fear into your body, sending your body into convulsions of fear? Not really. Not to ME anyway. Kairbre sounds more intimidating.
Robert and I found the trail to New Mayhem thanks to a plant. I'll thank the plant later. Maybe by ripping out its roots and making Jager eat it. Yeah, that sounds like a good plan.
"Linaein," Robert stopped me right before we stepped into Las Noches. "I have been here many times, I've had time to check the advantage points and where NOT to go. You have not. And despite the fact that you want to grab a leech and ram your fist into their chest, you are not ready. I am begging you as a friend, a brother, do NOT do something stupid." I rolled my eyes and patted the hand he had placed on my shoulder.
"Don't worry Robert," I assured him as I pushed the door open. "I can't ram my fist into a vamp's chest. That's almost impossible."
Robert stepped in first, being the protective human hunter he was. I am not suggesting that I was not a human hunter as well, but I have had a whole life of training from Vidas. He was a mere old novice in my eyes. Call me cocky, but I have grown up with the two toughest Vidas of my time and the time before. If I am cocky, what does that make the Vida Line? Precisely.
Adianna tells me that my aura was mostly like a human, so I was ok. But it wasn't my aura that caught vampires' attentions, it was my appearence. I don't really know how much paler a human could get after me. My sister saved me from bondage, but had stolen my skin pigment in the process. I have been taught to use my senses that so many humans have tossed aside. Natural wild instincts to sense vampires, human's worst enemy. Besides themselves of course. And I could sense that several pair of black eyes were on me. Several black and a pair of green.
I seperated from Robert to go and make sure he wasn't associated with me. His own protection. He was thought to be an innocent human. I might draw some eyes as a hunter. Which would majorly blow Robert's cover if he was paired with me.
The first thing I go to is the walls. Or at least I try to. The music that is pounding in my ears and the fog billowing at my feet made me somewhat disoriented. A witch would get used to this quick. I, no matter what I thought or feel, was still human. Of course Triste witches could fake this too.
The walls are spider cracked mirrors. I heard from Robert that they have been like this for over 24 years. And yet no one has broken them further. Odd.
Pulling my gaze away from the walls, I made my way to the bar. I sat down and let my head keep on spinning. I looked around and saw several dozen bottles. From the red lighting they all looked the same. But I knew better than to try to pick out my own. One of them could have been Triste blood, water, or cyanide. I didn't bother trying to find one.
Even after ten minutes of me being here, I still felt eyes on me. I couldn't shake off the feeling that I should run. I hated that feeling. Fear. I heard that my uncle enjoyed fear. Another long distanced relation.
"And who might you be, mortal who shuns the light?" I turned around to see a tiger striped young woman with piercing golden eyes. Risika. That was the first name that came to mind. I have studied Ash Night's, the vampire Jessica, books. This vampire fit the description perfectly.
"I am the one that is shunned from mortal and immortal kind alike," I answered in the same riddle-like motion. I was not a vampire, duh, and yet I was not a witch or a human. Well, I'm too human perhaps.
"Well, shunned one," she smirked, sitting on the bar and staring down at me. "Where are you rejected by immortal kind?" I arched a brow. This vampire saw something in me, most likely the same aura she had while she was human. What can I say? I attract the undead.
"Where the clocks always rings twelve and the moon is always above our heads." I smirked at her gaze of approval. I had somehow learned the riddle like phrases from a vampire named Rabe during my short time here as an infant.
"You are as pure as a newborn child." My eternal deep eyes glanced up at her and frowned.
"All newborn children are the result of one of the worst sins." I looked away and at the bar infront of me. "And a child born from a tainted soul is impure as well."
"You speak of the mortal vampire?" My sister. Yep, that was her alright.
"Is your hair the lasting memory of your darling friend?" It was a rhetorical question. She knew the answer to her and my question.
"There has been a search for her mortal Triste brother," Risika informed me, her head tilted as she examined me. "Skin the color of death, hair the tint of fresh snow, and eyes so pure that you could fall into the oblivion of his lakes and never wish to return." She looked me over and I could feel her trying to get into my mind. Impossible. "The heir of Midnight, the pure son of two damned souls."
"I know of whom you speak." A new voice added and I turned to come eye to eye with one of the strongest Silver Line vampires around. Not Jager, but Jessica. Ash Night.. "Linaien De Fiaro."
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How was that? Any good? I am hoping some one might review this, thank you very much for your time!!!
Krikoris