N/A: Sorry about the deer thing my computer corrects things automatically
and I didn't know it... Well, have you guessed who's POV this is in yet???
By the way, the POV may change later on but I will tell you.
On a Personal note: I just bought Amelia's new book called Hawksong... YAY ME!!!!!
Anyway now on to the story..
An Old Friend and Good News
The music blared against the walls making the windows shiver with the beat. A crash of glass is heard when a person flies through it.
"This is a free blood bar.. No slave trade allowed. You know New Mayhem's laws. Now stay out.." A woman orders the mercenary.
She has long, straight, black hair with cold pitch black eyes. Which is normal in a vampire community if she was a vampire. No the dark beauty is Jesse.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" she asks looking up at me from the man she just threw out.
"I was just taking a walk and decided to stop by.." I look at the mercenary "Slave trading again?"
"Yep.. It just started again. It was peaceful for a while then it started up again... When you were running Midnight we didn't have this problem." She glances at the vampire loathing then back at me.
"Yeah. Someone rebuilt it and now my sister wants it back."
"When will they ever learn. Jeshikah is bad news." She walks back in "Come. we won't hurt you.. Well at least I won't. I don't know about the other guests.. But they won't cause any trouble here. I'll make sure of it.." She winks at me.
"Who would have ever have thought that a Triste witch running a bar in New Mayhem?" I walk in and take a seat.
"Who would have ever think to see YOU in New Mayhem?" Jesse retaliates.
"Things change in two hundred years." I sigh
"Tell me about it.. It wasn't even 3 hundred years after you left that Midnight was burned to the ground. Jeshikah run it in the ground.." She went on.
We talk for a couple hours about what happened and what has been going on in our life's.
"So do you know who rebuilt Midnight?" she asks
"Nope I really don't care. But Jeshikah seemed as if I would. She approached me the other night and before she left she seemed as if I might be interested in it. I couldn't give a care in the world who did as long as it's not Daryl." I'm cut off by a bottle begin thrown over my head nearly hitting me.
I turn around and growl seeing a vampire and a witch quarreling over something. I not quite sure what it is.
I stand to walk over but Jesse stops me.
"Sit. Let me handle this.." She walks off to see what the trouble is.
Around the bar you see a verity of creatures: shape-shifters, vampires, witches, hunters, tristes, and others. They mostly stay to their own kind. Now and then you see vampire talking to shape-shifter but that usually ends badly.
You see we have egos. We think our specie is greater than any other. I guess that's part of our human side. Don't get me wrong not all humans are weaklings and just prey to be snacked upon. Some are quite strong and useful. But some are idiots.
Another bottle flies over my head and I catch it. I stand and look where it came from.
The same two who were fighting "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to hit me.." I snarl.
Jesse is trying to calm the two down but is failing to do so. I walk over there to what the problem is.
The vampire and the witch are bickering over some dead vamp.
"She couldn't have killed him" says the witch
"Yes, she did. I saw his body myself." the vampire disagrees with her
"HEY!!!! STOP FIGHTING OVER A DEAD VAMP. IT'S IMPOLITE OF THE DEAD LIKE THAT.." (A/N: the dead well he was already dead no pun intended)
The vampire is about to swing at me when I grab his fist breaking very single bone in his hand. He hisses in pain, but he heals instantly. "You wanna try that again,,,"
"Smart move.. Now he's gonna go tell Lord Daryl on you.." The witch replies
"Like I said Lord Daryl is dead. Some Bruja hunter stuck a knife in his heart." the vampire snaps
"The all mighty Daryl was killed but a petty hunter. " I smirk.
The vampire is aghast by my remarked "Don't talk about M'lord like that.. If he were still alive he'd rip your throat out for that trenchant remark.."
"Yeah. Your Lord was nothing more than a toy for Jeshikah to play with. She'd say jump and he'd respond how high.." I'm giddy on this news and do not care what my words may cause.
"I can't endure this insult to M'lord anymore" The incited vampire hits me with a burst of his power but I shake it off like nothing.
"Is that all you got."I don't hold back my aura anymore, letting spread over everyone and everything. This makes the vamp's eyes widen with fear.
"You just messed with the wrong person" I can hear Jesse whisper with anticipation.
With a burst of power and sends the vampire flying back into a table, splitting it in half.
I sense a crowd around us. It's mixed with humans, shape-shifters, and witches.
The fools should know better than to be curious when two vampires are fighting. Sooner or later someone will get hurt.
By now the vamp is up and with a knife at my throat.
"You silly fool.. You think will hurt me?" I break his wrist with one thought making him drop the knife.
I grab him by the throat and with a little pressure I crush his windpipe.
He drops to his knees clinging to his throat. "You will pay dearly for this." he disappears.
"Ha. Me pay.. Lord Daryl is dead.. What is he gonna do? Come back form the dead. OOP's my bad.. He was already dead." I snicker. I know I'm being cocky when I shouldn't be but its hard not to. My once rival is dead again.
Jesse looks at me as if I was floating and shakes her head.
"What?" I ask her.
"Nothing you just seem very happy." she smiles
"Well I am.And you would to if someone you hated was killed.." I pause "But I wish I could have been the one who put that knife through his heart."
"True."
We take a seat and finish our conversation we were having earlier before we were so rudely interrupted.
When I leave, I say my good-byes and go to Red Rock.
In Red Rock, there's a peaceful aura. No fear no danger.. Sure there are vampires, ware-wolfs, exc.. but none in which are a danger to me.
Once again I find myself on a branch of a near by tree as the sun sets.
I look around and think to myself 'This isn't a bad place.'
"Well, maybe not to you. but to others of your line it is.." I recognize the voice and the aura.
A/N: Hehehe. Sorry I cut it off like this but you got to admit it's funnier this way. Well ttfn.. AKA: TA TA for now
On a Personal note: I just bought Amelia's new book called Hawksong... YAY ME!!!!!
Anyway now on to the story..
An Old Friend and Good News
The music blared against the walls making the windows shiver with the beat. A crash of glass is heard when a person flies through it.
"This is a free blood bar.. No slave trade allowed. You know New Mayhem's laws. Now stay out.." A woman orders the mercenary.
She has long, straight, black hair with cold pitch black eyes. Which is normal in a vampire community if she was a vampire. No the dark beauty is Jesse.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" she asks looking up at me from the man she just threw out.
"I was just taking a walk and decided to stop by.." I look at the mercenary "Slave trading again?"
"Yep.. It just started again. It was peaceful for a while then it started up again... When you were running Midnight we didn't have this problem." She glances at the vampire loathing then back at me.
"Yeah. Someone rebuilt it and now my sister wants it back."
"When will they ever learn. Jeshikah is bad news." She walks back in "Come. we won't hurt you.. Well at least I won't. I don't know about the other guests.. But they won't cause any trouble here. I'll make sure of it.." She winks at me.
"Who would have ever have thought that a Triste witch running a bar in New Mayhem?" I walk in and take a seat.
"Who would have ever think to see YOU in New Mayhem?" Jesse retaliates.
"Things change in two hundred years." I sigh
"Tell me about it.. It wasn't even 3 hundred years after you left that Midnight was burned to the ground. Jeshikah run it in the ground.." She went on.
We talk for a couple hours about what happened and what has been going on in our life's.
"So do you know who rebuilt Midnight?" she asks
"Nope I really don't care. But Jeshikah seemed as if I would. She approached me the other night and before she left she seemed as if I might be interested in it. I couldn't give a care in the world who did as long as it's not Daryl." I'm cut off by a bottle begin thrown over my head nearly hitting me.
I turn around and growl seeing a vampire and a witch quarreling over something. I not quite sure what it is.
I stand to walk over but Jesse stops me.
"Sit. Let me handle this.." She walks off to see what the trouble is.
Around the bar you see a verity of creatures: shape-shifters, vampires, witches, hunters, tristes, and others. They mostly stay to their own kind. Now and then you see vampire talking to shape-shifter but that usually ends badly.
You see we have egos. We think our specie is greater than any other. I guess that's part of our human side. Don't get me wrong not all humans are weaklings and just prey to be snacked upon. Some are quite strong and useful. But some are idiots.
Another bottle flies over my head and I catch it. I stand and look where it came from.
The same two who were fighting "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to hit me.." I snarl.
Jesse is trying to calm the two down but is failing to do so. I walk over there to what the problem is.
The vampire and the witch are bickering over some dead vamp.
"She couldn't have killed him" says the witch
"Yes, she did. I saw his body myself." the vampire disagrees with her
"HEY!!!! STOP FIGHTING OVER A DEAD VAMP. IT'S IMPOLITE OF THE DEAD LIKE THAT.." (A/N: the dead well he was already dead no pun intended)
The vampire is about to swing at me when I grab his fist breaking very single bone in his hand. He hisses in pain, but he heals instantly. "You wanna try that again,,,"
"Smart move.. Now he's gonna go tell Lord Daryl on you.." The witch replies
"Like I said Lord Daryl is dead. Some Bruja hunter stuck a knife in his heart." the vampire snaps
"The all mighty Daryl was killed but a petty hunter. " I smirk.
The vampire is aghast by my remarked "Don't talk about M'lord like that.. If he were still alive he'd rip your throat out for that trenchant remark.."
"Yeah. Your Lord was nothing more than a toy for Jeshikah to play with. She'd say jump and he'd respond how high.." I'm giddy on this news and do not care what my words may cause.
"I can't endure this insult to M'lord anymore" The incited vampire hits me with a burst of his power but I shake it off like nothing.
"Is that all you got."I don't hold back my aura anymore, letting spread over everyone and everything. This makes the vamp's eyes widen with fear.
"You just messed with the wrong person" I can hear Jesse whisper with anticipation.
With a burst of power and sends the vampire flying back into a table, splitting it in half.
I sense a crowd around us. It's mixed with humans, shape-shifters, and witches.
The fools should know better than to be curious when two vampires are fighting. Sooner or later someone will get hurt.
By now the vamp is up and with a knife at my throat.
"You silly fool.. You think will hurt me?" I break his wrist with one thought making him drop the knife.
I grab him by the throat and with a little pressure I crush his windpipe.
He drops to his knees clinging to his throat. "You will pay dearly for this." he disappears.
"Ha. Me pay.. Lord Daryl is dead.. What is he gonna do? Come back form the dead. OOP's my bad.. He was already dead." I snicker. I know I'm being cocky when I shouldn't be but its hard not to. My once rival is dead again.
Jesse looks at me as if I was floating and shakes her head.
"What?" I ask her.
"Nothing you just seem very happy." she smiles
"Well I am.And you would to if someone you hated was killed.." I pause "But I wish I could have been the one who put that knife through his heart."
"True."
We take a seat and finish our conversation we were having earlier before we were so rudely interrupted.
When I leave, I say my good-byes and go to Red Rock.
In Red Rock, there's a peaceful aura. No fear no danger.. Sure there are vampires, ware-wolfs, exc.. but none in which are a danger to me.
Once again I find myself on a branch of a near by tree as the sun sets.
I look around and think to myself 'This isn't a bad place.'
"Well, maybe not to you. but to others of your line it is.." I recognize the voice and the aura.
A/N: Hehehe. Sorry I cut it off like this but you got to admit it's funnier this way. Well ttfn.. AKA: TA TA for now