The car that Drea and Michel were in, the car that was following two cars
and being followed by four, was at its destination.
"Drea-"
"You feel it, I feel it. We'll talk about it later. For now, we fight." She tossed him a gun. He looked at her. "Let's hunt Lycan."
"Wha't a Lycan?"
"Big hairy things. Just don't kill any women; they're Sirens."
"What's a Siren?"
Drea got out of the car, Michel followed.
"But I don't know how to fight!" Michel shouted, following Drea.
"Oh yes you do."
A lycan launched itself at Michel, who jumped, and shot it in the head in mid-air.
"How did I do that?!" he said aloud happily.
The battle went on for a while, and Michel shot a few Lycan; shot, not killed. For some reason, the Lycans couldn't die. This intrigued Michel. Until he got shot in the leg. He pulled the bullet out with his two fingers. There was a slight sting, but then...no pain. He was indestructable, WOW!
Eventually, Michel slowed down enough to notice they were in an enormous, empty car factory. There was alot of things to hit Lycan with in a care factory. A bulldozer, for example.
"Michel! What are you doing!" shouted Drea from the ground.
"Killing Lycans!"
"There aren't any left."
"Oh." Michel jumped down with grace. Drea noticed a change in him. He didn't smile as much, and his hair had come to form a permenent shadow around his face. He no longer walked like an excited teeanger. Drea was right, and she knew that minute she looked into his nineteen year old eyes, he had seen something that had changed him.
"Well done," said Jebter to Michel and Drea. "The Siren have left, after thanking us, of course."
"Nothing like the thrill of the kill," said Drea.
"Let's go home," said Jebter.
"Home?" repeated Michel.
"You will live with us now, Michel," said Jebter, patting him on the shoulder and going off to his car.
"So I just drop my life?" asked Michel.
"That's normally the reason for becoming a vampire. No life left to return to, nothing left, or nothing of importance left. Maybe a sudden lose has caused them to fall into darkenss. We mainly only turn those who have fallen, unless we see one with special potential, which is probrobly your case. It'a the start of a new life," explained Drea.
"I always wanted to escape from my life. I just didn't think it was possible. I-" Michel felt weak and faint from the battle. He feel to his knees.
Drea bent down and cleared the hair from his face, looking into his eyes. "You're weak from battle," she bit her wrist and put it infront of him.
"No, you've already given me too much," Michel said weakly.
Drea cocked her head to the side and studied Michel. There was something about him that intrigued her.
She put her hand on his face and spoke softly, "If you don't, you might fall unconsious and spent your introduction to the house lying on your back with people saying you're so cute and innoscent for having barely survive a battle."
He drank. Now Drea felt weak. But their bond grew stronger. Drea knew the more blood they shared, the stronger their bond would be. And, she thought, since he was now her squire, their bond needed to be strong. Also, he didn't have his first drink from her. So, she thought, she was going to bread her two drink rule. It really was allowed, two vampires sharing blood; but Drea had always had the rule of just two, so strings weren't attatched. Now they were. And Drea kind of liked it. She felt close to him. She almost... well, she did love him.
They helped eachother other to the car, leaning on eachother.
Michel kept his eyes on Drea the whole way home. He seemed infatuated with her, he couldn't help it. Drea was almost as bad, but she managed to keep her eyes on the road long enough to get them home safely.
When they arrived at the house, Drea put her hand on his to stop him from getting out of the car. "They'll treat you inferiorly for a while. Just keep your eyes off me, until I adress you and you'll be fine."
"Drea-"
"You feel it, I feel it. We'll talk about it later. For now, we fight." She tossed him a gun. He looked at her. "Let's hunt Lycan."
"Wha't a Lycan?"
"Big hairy things. Just don't kill any women; they're Sirens."
"What's a Siren?"
Drea got out of the car, Michel followed.
"But I don't know how to fight!" Michel shouted, following Drea.
"Oh yes you do."
A lycan launched itself at Michel, who jumped, and shot it in the head in mid-air.
"How did I do that?!" he said aloud happily.
The battle went on for a while, and Michel shot a few Lycan; shot, not killed. For some reason, the Lycans couldn't die. This intrigued Michel. Until he got shot in the leg. He pulled the bullet out with his two fingers. There was a slight sting, but then...no pain. He was indestructable, WOW!
Eventually, Michel slowed down enough to notice they were in an enormous, empty car factory. There was alot of things to hit Lycan with in a care factory. A bulldozer, for example.
"Michel! What are you doing!" shouted Drea from the ground.
"Killing Lycans!"
"There aren't any left."
"Oh." Michel jumped down with grace. Drea noticed a change in him. He didn't smile as much, and his hair had come to form a permenent shadow around his face. He no longer walked like an excited teeanger. Drea was right, and she knew that minute she looked into his nineteen year old eyes, he had seen something that had changed him.
"Well done," said Jebter to Michel and Drea. "The Siren have left, after thanking us, of course."
"Nothing like the thrill of the kill," said Drea.
"Let's go home," said Jebter.
"Home?" repeated Michel.
"You will live with us now, Michel," said Jebter, patting him on the shoulder and going off to his car.
"So I just drop my life?" asked Michel.
"That's normally the reason for becoming a vampire. No life left to return to, nothing left, or nothing of importance left. Maybe a sudden lose has caused them to fall into darkenss. We mainly only turn those who have fallen, unless we see one with special potential, which is probrobly your case. It'a the start of a new life," explained Drea.
"I always wanted to escape from my life. I just didn't think it was possible. I-" Michel felt weak and faint from the battle. He feel to his knees.
Drea bent down and cleared the hair from his face, looking into his eyes. "You're weak from battle," she bit her wrist and put it infront of him.
"No, you've already given me too much," Michel said weakly.
Drea cocked her head to the side and studied Michel. There was something about him that intrigued her.
She put her hand on his face and spoke softly, "If you don't, you might fall unconsious and spent your introduction to the house lying on your back with people saying you're so cute and innoscent for having barely survive a battle."
He drank. Now Drea felt weak. But their bond grew stronger. Drea knew the more blood they shared, the stronger their bond would be. And, she thought, since he was now her squire, their bond needed to be strong. Also, he didn't have his first drink from her. So, she thought, she was going to bread her two drink rule. It really was allowed, two vampires sharing blood; but Drea had always had the rule of just two, so strings weren't attatched. Now they were. And Drea kind of liked it. She felt close to him. She almost... well, she did love him.
They helped eachother other to the car, leaning on eachother.
Michel kept his eyes on Drea the whole way home. He seemed infatuated with her, he couldn't help it. Drea was almost as bad, but she managed to keep her eyes on the road long enough to get them home safely.
When they arrived at the house, Drea put her hand on his to stop him from getting out of the car. "They'll treat you inferiorly for a while. Just keep your eyes off me, until I adress you and you'll be fine."