Yep, its me! *Dances around the screen* I was WBed for a long time, but I
heard a song, wrote a song ficcy, and now I'm back in action. Yay! Yes,
well, all things noted, I hope that people still remembers me. I think I
spent too much time in my originals to even try to get unWBed, so,
apologizes. I have a publisher looking at my completed ficcy, 'crimson
assassins', but ya'll dont care so let us continue.
Chapter four is it? Well, goody. Linaein's POV once more, and this wasn't written in WB so I hope it is better!
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Lucia. The name was an instant connection in my mind. Lucia De Fiaro, relative of the late Jaguar De Fiaro, nonblood sister of Korbin De Fiaro. My aunt.
"That would be me Jessica, glad to see your memory isn't fading," Lucia spoke, her ebony eyes still latched onto my own. I found myself perplexed by the emotions that were not meant to be expressed by one of the undead. They were monsters, meant to be killed, so how could I see love in her eyes?
Turning my head quickly, I let my gaze fall down onto the bartop, my voice fallen silent from the shock that hit my body full force, leaving my head a bit fuzzy and my mind slightly incoherent. I was not completely surprised by the effect, mortal Triste or not, I was mortal. And all mortals, except for a select very few, were left slightly off course after staring into the eyes of one of the damned.
"Well, you look very alive," Risika commented as I heard my aunt sit down by my side. I was trapt on all sides by the damned or the bonded, and I could not escape. I was experienced, a prodigy even, but I could not take two of the strongest vampires of the Silver Line, a bond, AND a vampire of the....
"Midnight Line Linaein, that is all you need to know my darling nephew." Hearing my name used in the same sentence of a term referring to the fact that I had family caused my head to snap upwards angrily. I had no family. All had abandoned me, dead.
And now the dead were haunting me.
"Blood to blood?" I heard Kaei ask, her tone fascinated. "You can hear what he is thinking then Lucia?" My dead aunt laughed, a soft laugh that she must not have shed after her death.
"I suppose. Can neither of you of Silver blood hear his stampeding thoughts?" I growled as I felt my body twinge slightly. Lucia had exited my mind, but she still left a numbing sensation behind as if she had always been there, but was now gone.
"Not I," the two answered in unison, and I caught a smirk from the both of them as their words hit the air. Suddenly, I no longer cared to be the silent participant of the conversation. If they were to speak of me, then I would give them something interesting about me to talk about.
"How did you die?" I made sure to keep my emotions hidden from my voice, knowing that the only one that needed to access such would be able to. No need for others to know what they should not.
The question obviously caught Lucia off guard, for she blinked, her lips parted slightly as she looked at me once more. 'You look nothing of your parents,' I heard her tell me in my mind, sadness tinting the slightly humorous tone.
"That comment means nothing to someone who knows not of them," I spoke aloud, knowing well that the words meant nothing to those who did not know of the original statement. "Now tell me."
Several moments of her silence was long enough for me to catch the eyes of my hunting companion, who looked both extremely nervous and pissed at the sight of me being surrounded by so many strong vampires. The look I gave him reassured him that I was not going to be harmed, for it was a look of amusement and contentment, not one of mischief and anger.
Those emotions only surfaced when I was ready to kill.
"Your father, Adrian and I came here to get you three back mere days after your birth," Lucia began as she helped herself to a random bottle from the bar. "I was still a shifter, but I refused to sit back with Nathaniel and the amateur vampires. When we came.." Pointing her finger into the corner of the room where the glass on the wall was more shattered than the rest, she continued. "You, your sister, and your mother were sitting right there.
"The moment we entered, Fala, Moira, and Jager were the first to see us, and let me tell you, Jager was more than hesitant to give you all up. Korbin refused to leave without you, and so the fight began. Adrian fought against Moira, I Fala, and Korbin with Jager. The fight must have lasted forever, much longer than most.
"In the end, I killed Fala, but I myself was fading. And so, quite willingly I must say, Adrian changed me once Moira perished as well. The fight between Korbin and Jager lasted so long....so much blood.."
"Ah yes, that was a rather amusing incident," Jessica commented as she took Lucia's bottle and brought it to her lips briefly before setting it back.
"You had a bet on who was going to lose," Risika reminded the younger vampire with a smirk. "Kairbre is still awaiting that payment, is he not?"
"Shut the hell up," I snapped angrily, my eyes connected with Risika's, her eyes temporarily shocked. Her hand was around my neck before I could blink, and almost just as quickly, my knife was in her stomach. A scream escaped her as the Vida power hit powerfully, hand releasing me not a moment later in order to wrap themselves around the hilt of the dagger. Eyes darting alertly, I too put my hands on the hilt and propped my foot onto her, pulling the dagger out without much trouble.
"Linaein..." I payed no attention to my aunt as I slipped my dagger into its sheath, briefly making eye contact with my partner as to tell him that we needed to leave immediatly. But before I could begin to make an escape, a blade hit me from behind, ramming itself into my side with a vicious tear.
I fell, but instead of hitting the floor as I would have expected, strong arms caught me. They were not of my aunt, nor Robert. I could not feel either of their auras creep on my skin, and as I looked up, the ebony colored gaze of an ash haired vampire pierced my fogging gaze with amusement. "Long time no see little buddy," he commented as he adjusted me so I was in his arms similar to a newborn child. I would have responded, but the knife, frankly, had not left my side and I could have sworn it hit something really important.
"I call blood Kairbre," I heard Risika snap angrily, her voice hoarse with the pain I knew she was feeling. A Vida wound was nothing to be pushed aside. I was vaguely surprised that she had not fallen to the floor writhing in pain as she had when Aubrey scarred her. My wound was deeper, much deeper.
"You can't call blood on someone who is already claimed," the vampire assassin Kairbre informed the vampiress calmly, his eyes flickering over to Lucia briefly. I knew that they were speaking to one another in their minds, and my mind finally registered the fact that I was being held by a vampire.
No matter how injured I was, I would not let a vampire save me. I would rather die than to have to owe a leech a favor. "Get off.." I yelled at Kairbre, only for my words to come out as a faint whisper. Rage boiled deep inside of me as I heard myself sound so weak. I hated being weak.
"Hush Triste," the assassin said just before Risika snapped back into the conversation.
"Hah! You amuse me Kairbre. Who would have a blood claim on this Triste? If there was such a claim, it would have been taken care of long ago. This little brat can barely manage a dagger wound, how could he survive a blood claim?"
"The whole blade is in me you leech..." I groaned as I slipped my hand down to the hilt to pull it out.
'Don't little one,' I heard Kairbre in my head 'makes it bleed more, and that is something that we do not want.' I went to snap a response, or attempt to snap a response, but a new voice entered the conversation, silencing all as it spoke.
"I have a claim on the boy Risika, so if you do not wish to die, you'll let me keep it."
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What will happen? Who is this cocky bastard/bastardress (is that even a word?) Yeah, I love Kairbre! lol, anyway back to the point. Was this ok? I mean, for me I loved it cause I could actually WRITE, but ya know....reviews are appreciated.
Krikoris the now UNWRITER'S BLOCKED....person
Chapter four is it? Well, goody. Linaein's POV once more, and this wasn't written in WB so I hope it is better!
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Lucia. The name was an instant connection in my mind. Lucia De Fiaro, relative of the late Jaguar De Fiaro, nonblood sister of Korbin De Fiaro. My aunt.
"That would be me Jessica, glad to see your memory isn't fading," Lucia spoke, her ebony eyes still latched onto my own. I found myself perplexed by the emotions that were not meant to be expressed by one of the undead. They were monsters, meant to be killed, so how could I see love in her eyes?
Turning my head quickly, I let my gaze fall down onto the bartop, my voice fallen silent from the shock that hit my body full force, leaving my head a bit fuzzy and my mind slightly incoherent. I was not completely surprised by the effect, mortal Triste or not, I was mortal. And all mortals, except for a select very few, were left slightly off course after staring into the eyes of one of the damned.
"Well, you look very alive," Risika commented as I heard my aunt sit down by my side. I was trapt on all sides by the damned or the bonded, and I could not escape. I was experienced, a prodigy even, but I could not take two of the strongest vampires of the Silver Line, a bond, AND a vampire of the....
"Midnight Line Linaein, that is all you need to know my darling nephew." Hearing my name used in the same sentence of a term referring to the fact that I had family caused my head to snap upwards angrily. I had no family. All had abandoned me, dead.
And now the dead were haunting me.
"Blood to blood?" I heard Kaei ask, her tone fascinated. "You can hear what he is thinking then Lucia?" My dead aunt laughed, a soft laugh that she must not have shed after her death.
"I suppose. Can neither of you of Silver blood hear his stampeding thoughts?" I growled as I felt my body twinge slightly. Lucia had exited my mind, but she still left a numbing sensation behind as if she had always been there, but was now gone.
"Not I," the two answered in unison, and I caught a smirk from the both of them as their words hit the air. Suddenly, I no longer cared to be the silent participant of the conversation. If they were to speak of me, then I would give them something interesting about me to talk about.
"How did you die?" I made sure to keep my emotions hidden from my voice, knowing that the only one that needed to access such would be able to. No need for others to know what they should not.
The question obviously caught Lucia off guard, for she blinked, her lips parted slightly as she looked at me once more. 'You look nothing of your parents,' I heard her tell me in my mind, sadness tinting the slightly humorous tone.
"That comment means nothing to someone who knows not of them," I spoke aloud, knowing well that the words meant nothing to those who did not know of the original statement. "Now tell me."
Several moments of her silence was long enough for me to catch the eyes of my hunting companion, who looked both extremely nervous and pissed at the sight of me being surrounded by so many strong vampires. The look I gave him reassured him that I was not going to be harmed, for it was a look of amusement and contentment, not one of mischief and anger.
Those emotions only surfaced when I was ready to kill.
"Your father, Adrian and I came here to get you three back mere days after your birth," Lucia began as she helped herself to a random bottle from the bar. "I was still a shifter, but I refused to sit back with Nathaniel and the amateur vampires. When we came.." Pointing her finger into the corner of the room where the glass on the wall was more shattered than the rest, she continued. "You, your sister, and your mother were sitting right there.
"The moment we entered, Fala, Moira, and Jager were the first to see us, and let me tell you, Jager was more than hesitant to give you all up. Korbin refused to leave without you, and so the fight began. Adrian fought against Moira, I Fala, and Korbin with Jager. The fight must have lasted forever, much longer than most.
"In the end, I killed Fala, but I myself was fading. And so, quite willingly I must say, Adrian changed me once Moira perished as well. The fight between Korbin and Jager lasted so long....so much blood.."
"Ah yes, that was a rather amusing incident," Jessica commented as she took Lucia's bottle and brought it to her lips briefly before setting it back.
"You had a bet on who was going to lose," Risika reminded the younger vampire with a smirk. "Kairbre is still awaiting that payment, is he not?"
"Shut the hell up," I snapped angrily, my eyes connected with Risika's, her eyes temporarily shocked. Her hand was around my neck before I could blink, and almost just as quickly, my knife was in her stomach. A scream escaped her as the Vida power hit powerfully, hand releasing me not a moment later in order to wrap themselves around the hilt of the dagger. Eyes darting alertly, I too put my hands on the hilt and propped my foot onto her, pulling the dagger out without much trouble.
"Linaein..." I payed no attention to my aunt as I slipped my dagger into its sheath, briefly making eye contact with my partner as to tell him that we needed to leave immediatly. But before I could begin to make an escape, a blade hit me from behind, ramming itself into my side with a vicious tear.
I fell, but instead of hitting the floor as I would have expected, strong arms caught me. They were not of my aunt, nor Robert. I could not feel either of their auras creep on my skin, and as I looked up, the ebony colored gaze of an ash haired vampire pierced my fogging gaze with amusement. "Long time no see little buddy," he commented as he adjusted me so I was in his arms similar to a newborn child. I would have responded, but the knife, frankly, had not left my side and I could have sworn it hit something really important.
"I call blood Kairbre," I heard Risika snap angrily, her voice hoarse with the pain I knew she was feeling. A Vida wound was nothing to be pushed aside. I was vaguely surprised that she had not fallen to the floor writhing in pain as she had when Aubrey scarred her. My wound was deeper, much deeper.
"You can't call blood on someone who is already claimed," the vampire assassin Kairbre informed the vampiress calmly, his eyes flickering over to Lucia briefly. I knew that they were speaking to one another in their minds, and my mind finally registered the fact that I was being held by a vampire.
No matter how injured I was, I would not let a vampire save me. I would rather die than to have to owe a leech a favor. "Get off.." I yelled at Kairbre, only for my words to come out as a faint whisper. Rage boiled deep inside of me as I heard myself sound so weak. I hated being weak.
"Hush Triste," the assassin said just before Risika snapped back into the conversation.
"Hah! You amuse me Kairbre. Who would have a blood claim on this Triste? If there was such a claim, it would have been taken care of long ago. This little brat can barely manage a dagger wound, how could he survive a blood claim?"
"The whole blade is in me you leech..." I groaned as I slipped my hand down to the hilt to pull it out.
'Don't little one,' I heard Kairbre in my head 'makes it bleed more, and that is something that we do not want.' I went to snap a response, or attempt to snap a response, but a new voice entered the conversation, silencing all as it spoke.
"I have a claim on the boy Risika, so if you do not wish to die, you'll let me keep it."
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What will happen? Who is this cocky bastard/bastardress (is that even a word?) Yeah, I love Kairbre! lol, anyway back to the point. Was this ok? I mean, for me I loved it cause I could actually WRITE, but ya know....reviews are appreciated.
Krikoris the now UNWRITER'S BLOCKED....person