Chapter 2
Me: So, people, how do ya like it so far? Here's next chapter, as promised!!!! First, Kudos, to those who reviewed my first little fic, and the first chapter! It gets a bit confusing here, people. Sylva meets an old 'friend'. Dark Sephiroth- All of us: YES! Zephon's not dead!
Me:*does happy dance*^o^!!! Kaya de crystalline- Me: Me, normal? Hey thanks! I have wings and gold hair with silver streaks! Shadow21- Me: Glad you like it. I wasn't sure whether this was gonna work or not. You want next chapter? Here it is! Jackie Almasy- Me: Hey thanks for the suggestion! As you wish! Here's the next instalment!
*Start transmission*
"Altorne, this girl is mine." He growled. His second nodded and stalked off to fetch a slave for Zephon to feed on. Sylva just hung on, speechless. This was NOT the Lord Zephon she had heard about. Hell he didn't even LOOK like the Lord Zephon she had heard about. Sylva mentally slapped herself. Vampires evolved through time. The last report she'd had from Narnia, a Zephonim who she'd befriended, must have been about three centuries ago! But she couldn't tell Zephon- wherever he was- how old she was. She doubted this overgrown spider was Zephon. "Lord Zephon, sir?" Sylva looked up. "Narnia?" The female Zephonim looked up at Sylvanon. She blanched. "Oh my god! Sylva?" "Hi?" Narnia leered at her friend, taking in her predicament, clothes and physical health. Zephon looked at her with the 'What do you want' look. She squeaked, "Altorne says that there are Sarafan coming." Narnia sprinted out.
Sylva was set down rather suddenly. She looked at Zephon disappointedly. "You're not Zephon." She stated. He answered indignantly, "I am." "You're not. The Zephon I've heard about was described as having black, short, spiky hair and looking somewhat like a human, no offence." She answered back. Zephon bristled. "You obviously haven't heard what I evolved into." "Well how about I turn you back into what you were so I can see for myself." Sylva retorted. He looked genuinely shocked as he shakily replied, "You could actually do that?" She snorted and glowed in reply. Literally glowed. He closed his eyes, suddenly feeling tired. As Sylva finished her spell, the glow slowly faded. She collapsed on the ground next to Zephon out of sheer exhaustion. She was asleep in seconds, snuggled against the Clan Lord for warmth.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Me: You know the drill people! This is gonna get very weird soon. If anybody's wondering where Sylva came from in Nosgoth, just ask, okay?
Me: So, people, how do ya like it so far? Here's next chapter, as promised!!!! First, Kudos, to those who reviewed my first little fic, and the first chapter! It gets a bit confusing here, people. Sylva meets an old 'friend'. Dark Sephiroth- All of us: YES! Zephon's not dead!
Me:*does happy dance*^o^!!! Kaya de crystalline- Me: Me, normal? Hey thanks! I have wings and gold hair with silver streaks! Shadow21- Me: Glad you like it. I wasn't sure whether this was gonna work or not. You want next chapter? Here it is! Jackie Almasy- Me: Hey thanks for the suggestion! As you wish! Here's the next instalment!
*Start transmission*
"Altorne, this girl is mine." He growled. His second nodded and stalked off to fetch a slave for Zephon to feed on. Sylva just hung on, speechless. This was NOT the Lord Zephon she had heard about. Hell he didn't even LOOK like the Lord Zephon she had heard about. Sylva mentally slapped herself. Vampires evolved through time. The last report she'd had from Narnia, a Zephonim who she'd befriended, must have been about three centuries ago! But she couldn't tell Zephon- wherever he was- how old she was. She doubted this overgrown spider was Zephon. "Lord Zephon, sir?" Sylva looked up. "Narnia?" The female Zephonim looked up at Sylvanon. She blanched. "Oh my god! Sylva?" "Hi?" Narnia leered at her friend, taking in her predicament, clothes and physical health. Zephon looked at her with the 'What do you want' look. She squeaked, "Altorne says that there are Sarafan coming." Narnia sprinted out.
Sylva was set down rather suddenly. She looked at Zephon disappointedly. "You're not Zephon." She stated. He answered indignantly, "I am." "You're not. The Zephon I've heard about was described as having black, short, spiky hair and looking somewhat like a human, no offence." She answered back. Zephon bristled. "You obviously haven't heard what I evolved into." "Well how about I turn you back into what you were so I can see for myself." Sylva retorted. He looked genuinely shocked as he shakily replied, "You could actually do that?" She snorted and glowed in reply. Literally glowed. He closed his eyes, suddenly feeling tired. As Sylva finished her spell, the glow slowly faded. She collapsed on the ground next to Zephon out of sheer exhaustion. She was asleep in seconds, snuggled against the Clan Lord for warmth.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Me: You know the drill people! This is gonna get very weird soon. If anybody's wondering where Sylva came from in Nosgoth, just ask, okay?