Secrets
Author's note: Hey guys, sorry this is so late. ::sheepish grin:: Still, better late than never, right? Ok, I admit it, it's horrendously late, and you have every right to be cross with me. Just don't all jump on me and attack me at once, ok? Besides, if you kill me, I'll never finish it, will I? Anywho, you guys have had to wait way too long for this so I'll shut up and let you read! (
Chapter 7: Drastic Measures
Kai sat on his bed, watching the moon rise. He pulled out a dagger and slipped out of his room, his expression grim. There was a way everything could be ok, why had he put it off for so long? He reached his grandfather's room and entered silently, moving to the bed where Voltaire was snoring loudly. A wave of disgust washed over Kai, and he wondered at how long he has managed to put off the inevitable. He reached the bed and held his dagger up, ready to plunge it into the old man's throat. The blade began to descend, but stopped abruptly. It would be far too easy to be caught if he did it here. Best to lure him away, and come back saying he had been attacked, after all, weren't there people out their who would give everything they owned to be able to kill him? Maybe he should frame the people his grandfather was using him against? But then he thought of Bryony. No, best keep it simple.
As he walked away, brooding on his new plan, Kai wondered why the thought of framing Bryony was so unpleasant. "You're getting too bloody fond of her, that's why." He muttered to himself, closing his bedroom door behind him.
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Bryony looked up sharply to see her aunt and uncle enter her room, dragging an unfamiliar female figure behind them.
"It seems that you've been having a bit of trouble finding out information on Kai. We've decided that it's time to stop playing around. We want you to kill him. Tonight." Her uncle told her coldly.
"No!" she blurted out. Both Molly and Judas raised their eyebrows. "I mean, it's too soon. They'll know it's me. It'll give Voltaire something to use against us!"
"Ah, but you see, we want you to kill him too."
"In the same night?" she squeaked.
"Oh yes. But we've devised a way to make it easier for you. You'll enjoy it." He dragged the stranger into the small patch of moonlight falling in through the window. She was deathly pale, and staring at Bryony in a disturbing, almost hungry way.
"Do I know you?"
"Not yet, but that's not important." He turned to the stranger "There she is, get on with it."
Bryony's confusion was brief as the figure raced across the room, morphing as she went. Her eyed were a glittering amber, and small, sharp fangs were visible as she leered at her prey.
"She's a bloody vampire!" Bryony yelled, racing for the door.
"I'm well aware of that fact." He answered coldly, closing the door and standing in his niece's way. He and Molly grabbed her wrists and held her while the vampire slowly made her way across the room.
"Let go of me!" Bryony screamed struggling futilely. She vampire grabbed her and tilted her head to expose her neck. She yelped as the sharp pain of her attacker's fangs piercing her skin exploded across her neck. She whimpered, struggling and writhing as the vampire drank deeply, Bryony's world fading fast.
"That's enough," she heard her uncle dimly. "Now you keep up your end of the deal."
The vampire cut her wrist and pressed it against Bryony's lips, forcing blood into her mouth. "Drink up little one." She hissed in Bryony's ear. Unaware of what she was doing, Bryony lapped up the warm liquid. Eventually, the two were dragged apart, and her sire was dismissed.
"That should make things easier, don't you think?"
Bryony didn't answer, caught between horror of what she had become, and a rising desire to kill. Eventually, she pushed her uncle roughly aside, unaware of her new strength, and stormed out of the house in search of the bloody meal her body now craved.
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Wolf Kaido: Sooooooooooooo. how was it? Will it do? Again, apologies for the delay, I'll try to be more prompt. By the way, I have an original fiction up on FictionPress, under the same author name. If you have a chance, could you have a look at that and let me know what you think?
Yeah, I know I'm cheeky! ( still, I'm endearing aren't I? No, you're right, that is pushing it a bit! ^ . ~
Author's note: Hey guys, sorry this is so late. ::sheepish grin:: Still, better late than never, right? Ok, I admit it, it's horrendously late, and you have every right to be cross with me. Just don't all jump on me and attack me at once, ok? Besides, if you kill me, I'll never finish it, will I? Anywho, you guys have had to wait way too long for this so I'll shut up and let you read! (
Chapter 7: Drastic Measures
Kai sat on his bed, watching the moon rise. He pulled out a dagger and slipped out of his room, his expression grim. There was a way everything could be ok, why had he put it off for so long? He reached his grandfather's room and entered silently, moving to the bed where Voltaire was snoring loudly. A wave of disgust washed over Kai, and he wondered at how long he has managed to put off the inevitable. He reached the bed and held his dagger up, ready to plunge it into the old man's throat. The blade began to descend, but stopped abruptly. It would be far too easy to be caught if he did it here. Best to lure him away, and come back saying he had been attacked, after all, weren't there people out their who would give everything they owned to be able to kill him? Maybe he should frame the people his grandfather was using him against? But then he thought of Bryony. No, best keep it simple.
As he walked away, brooding on his new plan, Kai wondered why the thought of framing Bryony was so unpleasant. "You're getting too bloody fond of her, that's why." He muttered to himself, closing his bedroom door behind him.
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Bryony looked up sharply to see her aunt and uncle enter her room, dragging an unfamiliar female figure behind them.
"It seems that you've been having a bit of trouble finding out information on Kai. We've decided that it's time to stop playing around. We want you to kill him. Tonight." Her uncle told her coldly.
"No!" she blurted out. Both Molly and Judas raised their eyebrows. "I mean, it's too soon. They'll know it's me. It'll give Voltaire something to use against us!"
"Ah, but you see, we want you to kill him too."
"In the same night?" she squeaked.
"Oh yes. But we've devised a way to make it easier for you. You'll enjoy it." He dragged the stranger into the small patch of moonlight falling in through the window. She was deathly pale, and staring at Bryony in a disturbing, almost hungry way.
"Do I know you?"
"Not yet, but that's not important." He turned to the stranger "There she is, get on with it."
Bryony's confusion was brief as the figure raced across the room, morphing as she went. Her eyed were a glittering amber, and small, sharp fangs were visible as she leered at her prey.
"She's a bloody vampire!" Bryony yelled, racing for the door.
"I'm well aware of that fact." He answered coldly, closing the door and standing in his niece's way. He and Molly grabbed her wrists and held her while the vampire slowly made her way across the room.
"Let go of me!" Bryony screamed struggling futilely. She vampire grabbed her and tilted her head to expose her neck. She yelped as the sharp pain of her attacker's fangs piercing her skin exploded across her neck. She whimpered, struggling and writhing as the vampire drank deeply, Bryony's world fading fast.
"That's enough," she heard her uncle dimly. "Now you keep up your end of the deal."
The vampire cut her wrist and pressed it against Bryony's lips, forcing blood into her mouth. "Drink up little one." She hissed in Bryony's ear. Unaware of what she was doing, Bryony lapped up the warm liquid. Eventually, the two were dragged apart, and her sire was dismissed.
"That should make things easier, don't you think?"
Bryony didn't answer, caught between horror of what she had become, and a rising desire to kill. Eventually, she pushed her uncle roughly aside, unaware of her new strength, and stormed out of the house in search of the bloody meal her body now craved.
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Wolf Kaido: Sooooooooooooo. how was it? Will it do? Again, apologies for the delay, I'll try to be more prompt. By the way, I have an original fiction up on FictionPress, under the same author name. If you have a chance, could you have a look at that and let me know what you think?
Yeah, I know I'm cheeky! ( still, I'm endearing aren't I? No, you're right, that is pushing it a bit! ^ . ~