A/N- Welcome to one of my more insane ideas. For anyone that read my other
stories (Trust, Shadow, Bizarre Twists of the Plot) and didn't like them if
you read this, you'll see I've improved. Maybe not on grammar but I'll
leave that to my editor ^_^ I'm a lazy bum. Tee-hee! Anyway, please, if you
have the time would you Review? It would be very much appreciated!
The gripping darkness of night finally fell around a young woman of about 20 walking an invisible path that not many could follow these days. Vampires marked this path. Only vampires could follow it.
It led to a club called Nightsong and a lot of vampires came there for.entertainment. It was so big a facility though that some thought this building was a place for the government. The lone traveler knew the truth. It *was* an actual complex for the government, a training center if you will. To train a special few to fight slayers. She was one of those few.
The wind carrying signs of a storm struggled to pull her night black hair out of its braid as she walked briskly down the "road". The sparse plants that lived along the sides were few. Too much blood had been spilled on this ground for much to grow so that only the hardiest of plants could develop. To many feedings and massacres of humans had occurred here so that the land was forever altered, never to be lush again. The souls of the many victims howled here among the broken, dead trees, their cries echoing. Vampires reveled in the sound of their sufferers' deaths and to them it was a song as sweet as any lullaby.
Averting her eyes to the horizon, she saw a shack loom into view. The Nightsong to humans would always be a shack and they could not see it as anything else. But to a Vampire it was a safe-haven they could escape to as soon as they looked upon the building. The marks on the front could only be seen by their race like many of their other buildings. Not even slayers could perceive that any Vampire was hiding inside it. Not even the best.
Walking to the wall she put her hand on a hidden panel and it read her heat signature, identifying her as Vampire it unlocked a concealed door that was disguised to look like part of the wall. Barely conceivable, the woman looked over her shoulder to make sure no one was following her and then, quick as an unseen shadow, slipped in.
Neon lights flooded her vision along with many dancing bodies that moved to the beat of booming techno music. The techno was so loud that it flooded her ears and not only vibrated the floor beneath her booted feet but pulsed on her insides, rattling her ribs and making her heart pound fast. Chancing a look at the bar, she fought down an urge to get a drink and instead went up a flight of metal stairs to the second level where there would most likely be a table she could sit alone at. Indeed, her ice blue eyes spied one and she heavily sat down in the chair and crossed her legs underneath the table and placed her hands leisurely behind her head, putting on an air of gentle detachment. Her half closed eyes drifted towards the dancing masses and her lip curled into a barely contained sneer.
Unlike her, the ones below were not of pureblood and were considered less than dirt almost but not obviously. They were not treated as slaves but were left alone. Unfortunately, they made up more than half the population and purebloods were what the vampires needed in their secretive, everlasting war against the vampire slayers. Not many of the half bloods knew it but they were truly lower in their society even though they out- numbered the purebloods 10 to 1. Purebloods not only possessed the regular Vampire powers, but also attained special individual ones that manifested itself by their one-hundredth year while only half-breeds possessed only the normal ones.
Sensing something that jerked her out of her thoughts, she glanced to her right, and an opening appeared in the numerous, dancing assemblage and she caught glimpse of a tall male and then he was gone in the space of a millisecond. Again, she sensed something after a few more minutes, the same sense that would tell her that someone was watching her. Quickly, she stood up and turned to look behind and again she saw the man.
She yelled to her "stalker", " Stop shitting me, you mother fucker! I'm in no mood for games!"
A strong, firm hand was placed on her thin yet muscular shoulder and she swiftly turned around. A tall Arab greeted her with a cool expression on his face, " Now that wasn't very polite, Storm."
" That's as polite as I'll ever be with the likes of you, Mikar." Storm said with a hiss through clenched teeth as she sat back down in her chair and again relaxed but was also keeping a close eye on him as he pulled a chair up beside her.
His thin lips pulled back in a smile that revealed white teeth that sharply contrasted with his deeply tanned skin. Gently arranging his immaculately white robes around him, he acted passive, like he was softly berating a child, " Maybe I shall, if you would allow me, teach you some manners." Then he startlingly laughed a dry laugh as parched as the lands of his home in the desert. " But I would be more successful teaching a snake not to bite!"
With deep and obvious distaste, she glared at him and venomously murmured as she got up, " I have to be going, Mikar. Or do you not know? We have a new student that is to join the Blood Pack tonight."
Mikar nodded solemnly, " Yes. I am aware of this. I will teach him like I did you."
Putting a piece of stray coal black hair behind her ear, she snorted loudly, " The only thing you taught me was how to fail the Blood Pack, not help it."
His amber eyes narrowed upon her, becoming as cold as stone yet hers were colder still. " Then why is it that you have not learned to control your power? Only an amateur like yourself."
She held up a hand to silence him, "I have learned it well enough to gut you right here, right now but the leader would not be pleased so I will withhold my actions for now but remember, I am your superior. It would be wise of you to hold you tongue for it seems the student has surpassed the master. I will see you again, Mikar. I will see you again." With extreme repulsion and hate, she spat on the metal floor and it hissed as the saliva turned into acid. With a quick turn, she was walking off, down the stairs, through the dancers, to a metal door labeled 'Personnel Only'.
The gripping darkness of night finally fell around a young woman of about 20 walking an invisible path that not many could follow these days. Vampires marked this path. Only vampires could follow it.
It led to a club called Nightsong and a lot of vampires came there for.entertainment. It was so big a facility though that some thought this building was a place for the government. The lone traveler knew the truth. It *was* an actual complex for the government, a training center if you will. To train a special few to fight slayers. She was one of those few.
The wind carrying signs of a storm struggled to pull her night black hair out of its braid as she walked briskly down the "road". The sparse plants that lived along the sides were few. Too much blood had been spilled on this ground for much to grow so that only the hardiest of plants could develop. To many feedings and massacres of humans had occurred here so that the land was forever altered, never to be lush again. The souls of the many victims howled here among the broken, dead trees, their cries echoing. Vampires reveled in the sound of their sufferers' deaths and to them it was a song as sweet as any lullaby.
Averting her eyes to the horizon, she saw a shack loom into view. The Nightsong to humans would always be a shack and they could not see it as anything else. But to a Vampire it was a safe-haven they could escape to as soon as they looked upon the building. The marks on the front could only be seen by their race like many of their other buildings. Not even slayers could perceive that any Vampire was hiding inside it. Not even the best.
Walking to the wall she put her hand on a hidden panel and it read her heat signature, identifying her as Vampire it unlocked a concealed door that was disguised to look like part of the wall. Barely conceivable, the woman looked over her shoulder to make sure no one was following her and then, quick as an unseen shadow, slipped in.
Neon lights flooded her vision along with many dancing bodies that moved to the beat of booming techno music. The techno was so loud that it flooded her ears and not only vibrated the floor beneath her booted feet but pulsed on her insides, rattling her ribs and making her heart pound fast. Chancing a look at the bar, she fought down an urge to get a drink and instead went up a flight of metal stairs to the second level where there would most likely be a table she could sit alone at. Indeed, her ice blue eyes spied one and she heavily sat down in the chair and crossed her legs underneath the table and placed her hands leisurely behind her head, putting on an air of gentle detachment. Her half closed eyes drifted towards the dancing masses and her lip curled into a barely contained sneer.
Unlike her, the ones below were not of pureblood and were considered less than dirt almost but not obviously. They were not treated as slaves but were left alone. Unfortunately, they made up more than half the population and purebloods were what the vampires needed in their secretive, everlasting war against the vampire slayers. Not many of the half bloods knew it but they were truly lower in their society even though they out- numbered the purebloods 10 to 1. Purebloods not only possessed the regular Vampire powers, but also attained special individual ones that manifested itself by their one-hundredth year while only half-breeds possessed only the normal ones.
Sensing something that jerked her out of her thoughts, she glanced to her right, and an opening appeared in the numerous, dancing assemblage and she caught glimpse of a tall male and then he was gone in the space of a millisecond. Again, she sensed something after a few more minutes, the same sense that would tell her that someone was watching her. Quickly, she stood up and turned to look behind and again she saw the man.
She yelled to her "stalker", " Stop shitting me, you mother fucker! I'm in no mood for games!"
A strong, firm hand was placed on her thin yet muscular shoulder and she swiftly turned around. A tall Arab greeted her with a cool expression on his face, " Now that wasn't very polite, Storm."
" That's as polite as I'll ever be with the likes of you, Mikar." Storm said with a hiss through clenched teeth as she sat back down in her chair and again relaxed but was also keeping a close eye on him as he pulled a chair up beside her.
His thin lips pulled back in a smile that revealed white teeth that sharply contrasted with his deeply tanned skin. Gently arranging his immaculately white robes around him, he acted passive, like he was softly berating a child, " Maybe I shall, if you would allow me, teach you some manners." Then he startlingly laughed a dry laugh as parched as the lands of his home in the desert. " But I would be more successful teaching a snake not to bite!"
With deep and obvious distaste, she glared at him and venomously murmured as she got up, " I have to be going, Mikar. Or do you not know? We have a new student that is to join the Blood Pack tonight."
Mikar nodded solemnly, " Yes. I am aware of this. I will teach him like I did you."
Putting a piece of stray coal black hair behind her ear, she snorted loudly, " The only thing you taught me was how to fail the Blood Pack, not help it."
His amber eyes narrowed upon her, becoming as cold as stone yet hers were colder still. " Then why is it that you have not learned to control your power? Only an amateur like yourself."
She held up a hand to silence him, "I have learned it well enough to gut you right here, right now but the leader would not be pleased so I will withhold my actions for now but remember, I am your superior. It would be wise of you to hold you tongue for it seems the student has surpassed the master. I will see you again, Mikar. I will see you again." With extreme repulsion and hate, she spat on the metal floor and it hissed as the saliva turned into acid. With a quick turn, she was walking off, down the stairs, through the dancers, to a metal door labeled 'Personnel Only'.