Disclaimer: The only person I don't own is Adianna Vida. All others are OC's and I own the story and all its lines!!
Chapter 1:
Ah… The nightlife. But it is not as one might think, no. Far from it, really. You see, Adianna, Isis, and I are crashing a bash tonight. Not just any bash, though. But rather, one from Kendra's infamous circuit. That's right. We 3 are of the lines descending from Macht- I am a cousin of Sarah, and a post-member of her hunting pack, back then. But still, a lot of time has past since then…
Another time, another place… What the heck? Just recently, I decided to dye my hair honey-blond- with low-light tones- to compromise my newly-gotten golden tan. But it was Isis' idea to add like, 6 or 7 different shades of blond-highlights in. So, checking myself in one of the salon's mirrors, I gently combed and tousled the ends, giving off an I-just-woke-up-and-rolled-out-of-bed look- without all that frizz. Stunning, I thought, flipping back my incredulously long grazing hair that reaches just under the hollow of my back.
Now glancing back at the mirror, I found all the strength that Dominique was talking about: I possessed the essence of both Kitana and Vitalinee- a combination of fear and love in myself, from the older sisters of the two infamous twin Vidas, themselves. Or perhaps it's my image: 17 piercing and 5 tattoos- so far. But that's not the point. The point is, the 3 of us are stopping by a fast-food dine-in before nightfall, for dinner.
Daemetriyah, my mother began, I know that you come from a very most prominent- if not elite, yet, highly subdued, and well-to-do, and respected, traditional military oligarchy, monarchy, democracy, and timocracy aristocracy of full-fledged, pure-blooded, and regal European matriarch stock and lineage of dynastic relations in total hierarchy command, of that, alongside dominant Vida pecking order…
"Hey Daemetriyah, wutcha lookin' at?" my friend Isis chimed in.
"Him," I replied, pointing to the hottie adjacent to us, "And I know that he's cute, which means he's taken, thus proving my intuitive-intellectual point that he has a girlfriend."
Soon enough, a pretty long, golden blond-haired and bronzed tanned woman a.k.a. a "California Girl", walked up to his table and sat down beside him. For all the better, I suppose, I told myself, while silently sulking. And among the most heraldic ancestry included, dates back into Medieval times, of which the Normans and early Plantagenets where known to be in relation with the general survey of Spain…
"How can you be so sure that she's his girlfriend?" Adianna asked bluntly, interrupting my chain of thoughts.
Damn you, mother!
"I just know. Intuition, like I said..." I replied, trailing off into the back of my mind's abyss… Listen to me, child! my mother harshly spoke, The general survey of Spain was under King Navarre's rule, dating now from the House of Aragon and Castile, combined. However, most evidently, your grandmother of your father's side heralded a remarkable descent of pure-blooded Sicilian stock, which, in turn, made your father of despicable Russian, German, and yet, still Sicilian, and of Japanese lineage. But I, along with the rest of my side of the family, are most notably direct descendants of the House of-
"Well, in that case, lemme go find our if you're right, like you said- daydreamer." Isis said, as she went to ask the guy.
"Isis, no!" I cried out in an almost whisper. But she left, anyway. *Sigh* -Sparta; evidently making you a good-half of a Lakedaemonian Greek Spartiate, that is of your noble birthright. But still, our kind has long been known for never being careless in times of trial; thus, the swiftness of our skills have silently boasted the pride in superiority tactics that marks our human intellect and hunter's sense of gaming instinct- on and off the battlefields, and on the contrary of fictional unbiased knowledge of the theoretical feminine ignorance, at this point in modern times… Pausing at that last thought, I then glanced over my shoulder to where Isis was standing.
"Hey, is this lovely young lady your girlfriend?" Isis asked him.
"Uh... yeah, she is." he replied, looking amazingly startled and confused at the same time, as to why she would ask.
Then, Isis let out a wolf whistle and whispered to the girl that he's got some catch, realizing that come hitherto, she's hook, like, and sinker. So she then made another wolf whistle. This is when I decided to go and handle the situation.
"I'm sorry that my cousin's bothering you two, she's just a little too into reveling in the superiority of her perception... Let's go, Isis." I interrupted, just before worse, ahem, more embarrassing comments could be made.
"Nice save, 'cuz!" Adianna- yes, Sarah's sister- whispered as we got back to our table, "I don't know what was worse: his face when she asked him if she was his girlfriend, or the face she made when you used the word 'reveling' to describe her actions."
"So, why were you checking him out in the first place?" Isis commented, "Is it because you're looking for a little red-hot lovin', again?"
"Yeah, I guess... not." was all I could say, as I rolled my eyes.
"Don't look now, but here comes niner-niner with his inner posse." Adianna suddenly said.
"How wryly amusing. They're here for the sake of red-hot pleasin'." Isis snickered.
"Make that boiling-gone-steaming hot," I replied, disgusted at the sight, "So should we stay a bit longer- I mean, to wait and see how this gets to blood-lusting-gone-blood-thirsty-wickedness?" I interrupted- adding emphasis on that last word, as I got up, and went to throw our trash away.
"Then this is gonna get H*llagood. 'Cause you look so forlorn. You don't need him in your life." Adianna commented- adding extra emphasis on that last word.
"Look or am?" I questioned, obviously in agitation.
"Both." Isis said, in turn, as I went to throw the trash away.
But after I put the tray down, Jaevyn grabbed my arm.
"Daemetriyah, we need to talk," he said, point-blank, with a brazen stare that seemed to stare straight-right through me.
"What about?" I nonchalantly said, in stoic position and expression, carefully avoiding his deep, stunning, and gorgeous, all-the-same, sapphire blue eye contacts.
"Us." Was his one word reply. However, seeing him again made my heart, body, soul, and mind are without question- utterly undeniably and ultimately physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually attracted to him -by force. And by choice, right now…
"Us?" I asked, raising my eyebrows inviting him to continue. He is part illusion- as far as I can see to the dream, I then told myself. And yet, he has that apex-scoured, milk-chocolate-brown cut and blow- with those leave high and dry locks of hair, lengthened to be slightly above his ears; which underscores his carapace of gossamer flaxen, that hold eyes that mesmerize- like luscious dark chocolate, when not in contacts, that is. But of course, he is part reality, as far as I can tell. 'Cause he does look oh so damn gorgeous… Just so simply gorgeous in his black, skin-tight shirt which perfectly reveals his new right arm and wrist tats…
"Yes, us." Came the whirlwind-of-a-reply.
"Daemetriyah- Tim's here with his i.p., just to let you know." Adianna ever-so casually butted in. So I glanced up and returned a nod that acknowledged his presence.
"Boyfriend?" Jaevyn Alexander Arun presumed, "I didn't think you'd hook-up all too soon."
"Not boyfriend... he's more of an infatuation, really." I said, carefully choosing my words, as I contemplated on them... "
"Just an infatuation?" he asked, questioningly.
"Yeah. Nothing more." I replied, unmoved or untouched by that question of his… Cunningness, in short. You were never one to get addicted to power, pleasure, and pain, for you were more than capable in doing so. And in doing so you have found that you not only possess your father's and my altruistic strength and stamina, coinciding, but also the rare, yet cherished Vida essence of both fearlessness and lovingness in the all-in-one same entity… You know what I'm now about to tell you, but I'll tell you again: You are the most beautiful of serpents, dear daughter… However, the more beautiful the snake, the deadlier its venom. And that also goes for the hunter and hunted, and predator and prey…