Selene stared at the back of the human child's head until she disappeared
into the house. The house that Selene had felt a duty to check out.
Michael was by her side in his human form, his cornflower blue eyes narrowed at the door of the building on the corner. He was concentrating on the building, breathing heavily as if he was about to transform into his cross species form. Half vampire, half werewolf.
It had been over a year since everything had happened with Luciaus, the deceased leader of the werewolves, and yet Selene still found it difficult to accept what Michael really was. An abomination, as Viktor had called it. But not to Selene. To Selene Michael meant a new link to the human world, company and unconditional love.
Once killing werewolves had been her whole life, avenging the deaths of her family. Now Michael was her whole life. He was everything she had and everything she wanted.
Some complained that Michael had made her soft. Selene knew he had made her stronger.
"Who told you about this place anyway?" Inquired Selene. Michael shifted uncomfortably before answering.
"Err... A werewolf. He was torturing a vampire from this place a couple of years ago. It's been going on for a while apparently. Where they must be dumping all the bodies I have no idea"
"Well there might not even be any bodies. Vampires don't have to kill to feed like werewolves do." Selene said calmly.
"Its horrible..." Mumbled Michael distracted.
"I know" Said Selene firmly with a nod, "And if what you think is true then we are going to stop it. Even if it means killing them"
*~*~*~*
Rashel slowly awoke but kept her eyes closed. She was in a comfortable warm bed and she didn't want to move. Any minuet now her foster mother would be shouting hardly at her to get her lazy backside out of bed. The prospect of school and the day ahead made Rashel feel sick. She always hated school.
And then she suddenly remembered where she was.
She opened her eyes slowly, allowing a little chunk of sunlight to reach her eyes and then quickly shut them again. The sunlight was too bright even through the pink curtains covering the windows. Rashel sat up and rubbed her eyes trying to wake herself up. She was still half asleep.
Lucinda. Rashel wondered if she was up yet. A quick glance at a clock on the side table told her it had gone ten.
Wow, she thought, I really must have been really tired.
Rashel shoved back the covers of the bed. She changed quickly into some clothes she found in the cupboards and left the room. After a quick wash in the bathroom she knocked of Lucinda's door.
"Yes?" Came a voice from behind the door.
"It's Rashel," Rashel said huskily. Maybe Lucinda didn't like being disturbed in the morning.
"Just a minuet," Came Lucinda's beautiful pleasant voice. Rashel's heart lightened. Lucinda wasn't mad at her.
There was a clatter from inside the room and seconds later Lucinda appeared at the door. "Come on lest get you some breakfast" She said.
Rashel nodded a little surprised and followed Lucinda down the stairs. She didn't even get chance to peep into her bedroom.
Lucinda's hair was down today, long and free. Her eyes were glittering silver and her lips were even fuller than the night before. She had lost some of her paleness though. There was a warm pink colour rising in her cheeks. She looked much more healthier than she had done.
"Did you sleep well?" Asked Lucinda.
"Yeah...sorry about wearing these clothes. Mine are all damp and muddy" Rashel apologised. Lucinda smiled.
"We'll its what they are there for. Now what do you fancy for breakfast?"
They had reached the kitchen. Bright sunlight was beaming through the windows bathing them in its warm light. Rashel couldn't help but feel a rush of happiness. Sunlight was so much better than rain. The kitchen was empty.
That was weird. Shouldn't all the teenagers be here eating breakfast? Or those other women?
"Where is everyone?" Asked Rashel trying to keep her voice steady. It worked. Lucinda didn't even notice her nervousness.
"Oh all the kids have gone. There will be more tonight. They come hey sleep they leave, "Lucinda, said unconcerned, "Now what would you like to eat?"
"Cereal please"
Rashel slumped down at the table, confused. There had been so many teenager last night surely not all of them could have gone. And Lucinda didn't even mention the other woman that she had seen the night before.
Maybe I was mistaken, thought Rashel; maybe they were teenager that just looked a little older. Maybe Lucinda is just here by herself.
But then Rashel couldn't understand how a beautiful woman like her didn't have a rich, posh husband. Lucinda herself seemed aristocratic and sophisticated. There should be a man somewhere in her life.
Lucinda placed a bowl of cereal in front of Rashel but didn't get anything for herself.
"I've already eaten," She explained.
Something caught Lucinda's eye. Something glittered in the sunlight. A ring. Lucinda had a beautiful silver ring on her finger encrusted with a single blood red ruby. The ruby glinted in the light and Rashel was mesmerised by it. It was so pretty and fitted in perfectly with Lucinda and the house. There was definitely a pattern of red were Lucinda was involved.
"Do you like my ring?" Asked Lucinda stretching out her long thin fingers and staring at it.
"It...is beautiful," Rashel said. She had been about to say it reminded her of blood but for some reason she stopped herself. A lot of things in this house reminded her of blood and a lot of things about Lucinda did to.
"It's been in my family for six generations. Made of the purest silver. Its priceless" Said Lucinda admirably.
Rashel could see that. She had never seen another ring like it. It was unusual yet beautiful.
After Rashel had finished eating she started to think about what she was going to do. How did she go about finding him? Where did she even start looking?
Rashel had a photo. It was a photo of Michael that had been taking many years ago when he was a young man. His big blue eyes stared up at her and there was a big smile on his face. His arms were wrapped around a woman, his fiancée, who had apparently died many years ago.
It couldn't hurt to show Lucinda. Maybe she had seen him or knew where he lived.
"I wonder if you have seen this man" Rashel said slowly and pulled out the small picture of Michael out of her small backpack. She handed it to Lucinda.
Her pretty smile faded. Her eyes bulged; the silver seemed to swirl like fog. Her mouth hung open in shock or amazement. She lost the soft pinkness of her skin and had become pale.
Obviously she knew him.
"Have you seen him?" Prodded Rashel.
"No I haven't" said Lucinda rather quickly and sharply. Rashel had never heard that tone of voice form her.
The photo was shoved back into her hands. Lucinda was still pale and she wasn't smiling but her eyes had narrowed and she looked as if she had overcome her shock.
Maybe he had looked like someone she had known. Maybe she knew somebody who looked like him who had died. Rashel could see though that Lucinda wasn't going to tell her anything about him.
"I should go now" Said Rashel awkwardly standing up, "What about the clothes?"
"Keep them. Feel free to come back tonight I you have nowhere else to go" Said Lucinda.
"Thank you for everything. Bye" Rashel said and she gave a little wave. She shoved the picture in her pocket where it would be safe. She might need it again.
"Bye dear" Lucinda said kindly.
Rashel set off down the hall and to the front door. Lucinda came up behind her and gave her shoulder a quick squire. It was a sign of affection.
"See you later" Lucinda said pleasantly.
Rashel smiled and opened the front door. It was humid outside but Rashel didn't mind. The sight of the sun was welcoming. It made everything seem much brighter and everything less scary.
She stepped outside. The door closed behind her. Now she had to get down to business.
~*~*~*~
Michael watched the girl leave. She was the only one. The only kid that had left the house alive.
The others had left of course. Their bodies had been dragged out of the house in the early hours of the morning, completely drained of blood. Selene had wanted to attack them then and there but had listened to Michael when he said it was unwise. He hadn't been a supernatural being for as long as Selene but he had learnt to trust his natural instincts.
And his natural instincts told him this was bad.
Who knew how many more of the blood-sucking bitches could be hiding in that house? Who knew how many homeless kids they had sucked dry?
It was disgusting and that was coming from him, a vampire werewolf. A one of a kind being who had to feed on both flesh and blood to sustain hunger. Just because you were a supernatural being didn't mean you had to be an evil killer.
He wasn't. He still cared about them. Even though he was nothing of his former self, the human Michael Covin. He had had a life once, training to be a doctor but that had all been ripped away from him because of his ancestry. He had got caught up in the ancient blood feud between vampires and werewolves and he had paid a price for it. He had given up his humanity for it.
Michael Covin existed no longer. Now he was Michael the vampire werewolf. Selene's lover.
Selene had gone back to the den to avoid the sun. Michael had decided to spy on the house, him being able to withstand the powerful rays of the sun if he stayed to the shadows.
He sat, he watched, he listened.
Michael was by her side in his human form, his cornflower blue eyes narrowed at the door of the building on the corner. He was concentrating on the building, breathing heavily as if he was about to transform into his cross species form. Half vampire, half werewolf.
It had been over a year since everything had happened with Luciaus, the deceased leader of the werewolves, and yet Selene still found it difficult to accept what Michael really was. An abomination, as Viktor had called it. But not to Selene. To Selene Michael meant a new link to the human world, company and unconditional love.
Once killing werewolves had been her whole life, avenging the deaths of her family. Now Michael was her whole life. He was everything she had and everything she wanted.
Some complained that Michael had made her soft. Selene knew he had made her stronger.
"Who told you about this place anyway?" Inquired Selene. Michael shifted uncomfortably before answering.
"Err... A werewolf. He was torturing a vampire from this place a couple of years ago. It's been going on for a while apparently. Where they must be dumping all the bodies I have no idea"
"Well there might not even be any bodies. Vampires don't have to kill to feed like werewolves do." Selene said calmly.
"Its horrible..." Mumbled Michael distracted.
"I know" Said Selene firmly with a nod, "And if what you think is true then we are going to stop it. Even if it means killing them"
*~*~*~*
Rashel slowly awoke but kept her eyes closed. She was in a comfortable warm bed and she didn't want to move. Any minuet now her foster mother would be shouting hardly at her to get her lazy backside out of bed. The prospect of school and the day ahead made Rashel feel sick. She always hated school.
And then she suddenly remembered where she was.
She opened her eyes slowly, allowing a little chunk of sunlight to reach her eyes and then quickly shut them again. The sunlight was too bright even through the pink curtains covering the windows. Rashel sat up and rubbed her eyes trying to wake herself up. She was still half asleep.
Lucinda. Rashel wondered if she was up yet. A quick glance at a clock on the side table told her it had gone ten.
Wow, she thought, I really must have been really tired.
Rashel shoved back the covers of the bed. She changed quickly into some clothes she found in the cupboards and left the room. After a quick wash in the bathroom she knocked of Lucinda's door.
"Yes?" Came a voice from behind the door.
"It's Rashel," Rashel said huskily. Maybe Lucinda didn't like being disturbed in the morning.
"Just a minuet," Came Lucinda's beautiful pleasant voice. Rashel's heart lightened. Lucinda wasn't mad at her.
There was a clatter from inside the room and seconds later Lucinda appeared at the door. "Come on lest get you some breakfast" She said.
Rashel nodded a little surprised and followed Lucinda down the stairs. She didn't even get chance to peep into her bedroom.
Lucinda's hair was down today, long and free. Her eyes were glittering silver and her lips were even fuller than the night before. She had lost some of her paleness though. There was a warm pink colour rising in her cheeks. She looked much more healthier than she had done.
"Did you sleep well?" Asked Lucinda.
"Yeah...sorry about wearing these clothes. Mine are all damp and muddy" Rashel apologised. Lucinda smiled.
"We'll its what they are there for. Now what do you fancy for breakfast?"
They had reached the kitchen. Bright sunlight was beaming through the windows bathing them in its warm light. Rashel couldn't help but feel a rush of happiness. Sunlight was so much better than rain. The kitchen was empty.
That was weird. Shouldn't all the teenagers be here eating breakfast? Or those other women?
"Where is everyone?" Asked Rashel trying to keep her voice steady. It worked. Lucinda didn't even notice her nervousness.
"Oh all the kids have gone. There will be more tonight. They come hey sleep they leave, "Lucinda, said unconcerned, "Now what would you like to eat?"
"Cereal please"
Rashel slumped down at the table, confused. There had been so many teenager last night surely not all of them could have gone. And Lucinda didn't even mention the other woman that she had seen the night before.
Maybe I was mistaken, thought Rashel; maybe they were teenager that just looked a little older. Maybe Lucinda is just here by herself.
But then Rashel couldn't understand how a beautiful woman like her didn't have a rich, posh husband. Lucinda herself seemed aristocratic and sophisticated. There should be a man somewhere in her life.
Lucinda placed a bowl of cereal in front of Rashel but didn't get anything for herself.
"I've already eaten," She explained.
Something caught Lucinda's eye. Something glittered in the sunlight. A ring. Lucinda had a beautiful silver ring on her finger encrusted with a single blood red ruby. The ruby glinted in the light and Rashel was mesmerised by it. It was so pretty and fitted in perfectly with Lucinda and the house. There was definitely a pattern of red were Lucinda was involved.
"Do you like my ring?" Asked Lucinda stretching out her long thin fingers and staring at it.
"It...is beautiful," Rashel said. She had been about to say it reminded her of blood but for some reason she stopped herself. A lot of things in this house reminded her of blood and a lot of things about Lucinda did to.
"It's been in my family for six generations. Made of the purest silver. Its priceless" Said Lucinda admirably.
Rashel could see that. She had never seen another ring like it. It was unusual yet beautiful.
After Rashel had finished eating she started to think about what she was going to do. How did she go about finding him? Where did she even start looking?
Rashel had a photo. It was a photo of Michael that had been taking many years ago when he was a young man. His big blue eyes stared up at her and there was a big smile on his face. His arms were wrapped around a woman, his fiancée, who had apparently died many years ago.
It couldn't hurt to show Lucinda. Maybe she had seen him or knew where he lived.
"I wonder if you have seen this man" Rashel said slowly and pulled out the small picture of Michael out of her small backpack. She handed it to Lucinda.
Her pretty smile faded. Her eyes bulged; the silver seemed to swirl like fog. Her mouth hung open in shock or amazement. She lost the soft pinkness of her skin and had become pale.
Obviously she knew him.
"Have you seen him?" Prodded Rashel.
"No I haven't" said Lucinda rather quickly and sharply. Rashel had never heard that tone of voice form her.
The photo was shoved back into her hands. Lucinda was still pale and she wasn't smiling but her eyes had narrowed and she looked as if she had overcome her shock.
Maybe he had looked like someone she had known. Maybe she knew somebody who looked like him who had died. Rashel could see though that Lucinda wasn't going to tell her anything about him.
"I should go now" Said Rashel awkwardly standing up, "What about the clothes?"
"Keep them. Feel free to come back tonight I you have nowhere else to go" Said Lucinda.
"Thank you for everything. Bye" Rashel said and she gave a little wave. She shoved the picture in her pocket where it would be safe. She might need it again.
"Bye dear" Lucinda said kindly.
Rashel set off down the hall and to the front door. Lucinda came up behind her and gave her shoulder a quick squire. It was a sign of affection.
"See you later" Lucinda said pleasantly.
Rashel smiled and opened the front door. It was humid outside but Rashel didn't mind. The sight of the sun was welcoming. It made everything seem much brighter and everything less scary.
She stepped outside. The door closed behind her. Now she had to get down to business.
~*~*~*~
Michael watched the girl leave. She was the only one. The only kid that had left the house alive.
The others had left of course. Their bodies had been dragged out of the house in the early hours of the morning, completely drained of blood. Selene had wanted to attack them then and there but had listened to Michael when he said it was unwise. He hadn't been a supernatural being for as long as Selene but he had learnt to trust his natural instincts.
And his natural instincts told him this was bad.
Who knew how many more of the blood-sucking bitches could be hiding in that house? Who knew how many homeless kids they had sucked dry?
It was disgusting and that was coming from him, a vampire werewolf. A one of a kind being who had to feed on both flesh and blood to sustain hunger. Just because you were a supernatural being didn't mean you had to be an evil killer.
He wasn't. He still cared about them. Even though he was nothing of his former self, the human Michael Covin. He had had a life once, training to be a doctor but that had all been ripped away from him because of his ancestry. He had got caught up in the ancient blood feud between vampires and werewolves and he had paid a price for it. He had given up his humanity for it.
Michael Covin existed no longer. Now he was Michael the vampire werewolf. Selene's lover.
Selene had gone back to the den to avoid the sun. Michael had decided to spy on the house, him being able to withstand the powerful rays of the sun if he stayed to the shadows.
He sat, he watched, he listened.