Now, Drea was in her favorite place: the shooting room.
"Don' let him to get you. He's a slimy piece of filth and a discrace to the coven," said Jebter.
Drea was listening off in the distance.She was busy targetting at the special clay molding that Jebter had made for her: Ruchian's head.
"I'm out," she said refering to the bullets.
"Capn'!" another vampire rushed in the room. "The Sirens are attacking again!"
"Us?" asked Jebter.
"The Lycans."
"Drea," said Jebter, "Gather a team."
Drea, Jebter, and the team headed to the battle grounds where the Lycan and Siren comonly fought. The Hellhunter were a group of vampires responsible for keeping peace between their own kind, and killing off the rest. For many years the Vampire and Lycan kinds fought in a war of power. The other creatures generally cooperated with the Vampires, but kinds were against the vicious Wherewolves that the Lycan are.
"Drea no. He's not ready yet," said Jebter.
"I want him to see this," said Drea refering to Mike.
Mike was exstatic. He was going on his first hunt. He just had to ask, "Will I get to kill anyone?"
Drea looked exasperated. "Tell me, who turned you?"
"This tall guy with pale skin and red eyes," he answered.
She scoffed. "You just described about every male vampire out there. Were you one of those internet bound teenagers, that join clubs looking for vampires?"
"So?"
"Trouble didn't find you, you found trouble. What did you do to convince him?"
"I begged him. Then he chased me and told me no. Then he chased me again. I had to escape by jumping into a tree. Then he said he changed his mind. He seemed to like me, he brought me to the alley and told me to wait for you."
"Are you hungry?" asked Drea.
"Yes."
"What would you like?"
"What?"
"Human, stock, or vampire blood?"
"I-I don't know what you mean," said Mike.
Drea gave an ironic smile. "You have no idea waht you got yourself into boy."
"I'm hungry," he said again, apperent on how true it was.
"I suppose I should start you off with vampire blood. That's all you've had, and I'm allowed to give it to you for your first two feedings; to get your strenghth back."
"But how-" Mike began. Then he saw Drea bite her wrist, the blood dripping out, and extend it to him.
"Not too much."
Mike drank and began to feel incredibly thankful toward Drea.
"That's enough," and she pulled her wrist back, licked it, and it healed.
"Thank you," said Mike, staring at Drea.
"No gratitude is required, Michel."
"Forgive me, but I feel something rather unusual, and I can't help but-"
"It's the bond. When two vampires share blood, they share a bond of love for life. This bond is uaually shared between sire and squire; but often today that bond is over looked-"
"But not now," interupted Michel. He understood. He now had a squire.
"Don' let him to get you. He's a slimy piece of filth and a discrace to the coven," said Jebter.
Drea was listening off in the distance.She was busy targetting at the special clay molding that Jebter had made for her: Ruchian's head.
"I'm out," she said refering to the bullets.
"Capn'!" another vampire rushed in the room. "The Sirens are attacking again!"
"Us?" asked Jebter.
"The Lycans."
"Drea," said Jebter, "Gather a team."
Drea, Jebter, and the team headed to the battle grounds where the Lycan and Siren comonly fought. The Hellhunter were a group of vampires responsible for keeping peace between their own kind, and killing off the rest. For many years the Vampire and Lycan kinds fought in a war of power. The other creatures generally cooperated with the Vampires, but kinds were against the vicious Wherewolves that the Lycan are.
"Drea no. He's not ready yet," said Jebter.
"I want him to see this," said Drea refering to Mike.
Mike was exstatic. He was going on his first hunt. He just had to ask, "Will I get to kill anyone?"
Drea looked exasperated. "Tell me, who turned you?"
"This tall guy with pale skin and red eyes," he answered.
She scoffed. "You just described about every male vampire out there. Were you one of those internet bound teenagers, that join clubs looking for vampires?"
"So?"
"Trouble didn't find you, you found trouble. What did you do to convince him?"
"I begged him. Then he chased me and told me no. Then he chased me again. I had to escape by jumping into a tree. Then he said he changed his mind. He seemed to like me, he brought me to the alley and told me to wait for you."
"Are you hungry?" asked Drea.
"Yes."
"What would you like?"
"What?"
"Human, stock, or vampire blood?"
"I-I don't know what you mean," said Mike.
Drea gave an ironic smile. "You have no idea waht you got yourself into boy."
"I'm hungry," he said again, apperent on how true it was.
"I suppose I should start you off with vampire blood. That's all you've had, and I'm allowed to give it to you for your first two feedings; to get your strenghth back."
"But how-" Mike began. Then he saw Drea bite her wrist, the blood dripping out, and extend it to him.
"Not too much."
Mike drank and began to feel incredibly thankful toward Drea.
"That's enough," and she pulled her wrist back, licked it, and it healed.
"Thank you," said Mike, staring at Drea.
"No gratitude is required, Michel."
"Forgive me, but I feel something rather unusual, and I can't help but-"
"It's the bond. When two vampires share blood, they share a bond of love for life. This bond is uaually shared between sire and squire; but often today that bond is over looked-"
"But not now," interupted Michel. He understood. He now had a squire.