Drea got out of the car and cleared her face of weakness. Michel noticed
that Drea was wearing a long black coat, combat boots, and black outfit.
Her hair was short, trim, sleek, and black. Her skin was pale, as with all
vampires Michle realized. Her eyes were beautiful, but full of memories fo
pain and rejection.
They walked through the double doors, Drea tall and sleek, Michel trying his best to imitate her; but you could see he was a little tired.
At his arrival, the whole house went quiet. They all looked at Michel and Drea, and then at Jebter and the team who followed them. Once they saw the team come in, they all went back to their conversations. Except one: Juliana. One of the younger ones. Most young vampiers run off after being turned; hungry, confused, and sireless; serching for a way to fill that emptyness that can only be filled with darkness. Later, they come back; hardened, matured, and ready to find purpose within a coven. Very few have sires. Juliana didn't have a sire, she was a refuge. Young vampiers grow till they reach ripe age: the best age to spend eternity as; it difers with every individual. But if they are bitten later, they stay that age forever.
Juliana got up and came to Michel.
"Hello, I'm Juliana. And you are?"
"Incredibally hungry," said Michel.
"Yes, of course. I remeber was I was young, like you. I'll excuse myself to let you rest. It was nice meating you."
Michel followed Drea to another room where Jebter and the team were placing their guns.
"Drea-"
"I know. But you have to make a good, strong impression." Michel was getting weaker. Normally, a vampire would last a lot longer without getting weak, but Michel was new, and had already had his first battle. It would take him while to being what he was. But for the most part, Drea was surprised he hadn't resisted the dark gift. He seemed to embrace him, as more of a part of him; like an extension to what he already was.
Jebter saw Michel and Drea and went to them. "How was your first battle?" Jebter asked Michel.
"Intoxicating."
"Why don' you go put your gun on the shelf and check out the rounds we've got here?"
Michel gave Drea a fleeting look, but he obeyed.
"This boy, why he interest you much?" asked Jebter.
"There's something about him," answered Drea.
"Who turned him?"
"I don't know."
"Does he have a sire?"
She nodded.
"Who?"
She raised her head.
"You?"
"Yes."
"By assignment?" he asked carefully.
Drea showed Jebter her wrist. There was a very faint white mark from when she bit.
"By blood," she said.
Jebter looked taken aback. "What made you decide? You've never sired before,"
"I love him,"
"Well, I know that. He's your squire now. Sires are supposed to love-"
"You missunderstood me. I loved him as a squire before sired him. That's one reason I decided," she said quietly.
Jebter didn't know what to say. He turned around to walk away, but left Drea with something to think about: "Maybe you won' be the last of the line."
Drea didn't have time to dawn on his words before she found Michel hovering around her; white as a goast.
"Drea."
She took him to the kitchen and got two cups of stock blood from the supplies. While Michel sat down, Drea took another cup, and drank to, then brought the first two to Michel. He reached for a cup.
"I want you to have your full strength by tomorrow. Fot that, you need vampire blood."
She once again exstended her wrist, but this time, she wanted to test him. She let him bite; his natural instinct took over. This gave Michel a new sense of strength. Then, Drea gave him the cup of blood. When he tasted it, he grimaced.
"I like your better," Michel said between gulps. She gava an affectionate smile at this. She was still letting him drink, she didn't know why, but she wanted him to. It was a disturbing thought, so she put it out of her mind.
After they finished drinking, Drea led him to the men's wing and found him a room. There were lavishly carved dreasures and deep colors of black and red.
"If you wake up, don't draw the curtains, the rays will kill you. If you need anything, I'll be down the hall. Michel didn't want to be alone, but was so tired. So instead he just stood there, sleepily staring at Drea. She gave him a kiss on the forehead and said: "Get some rest, Michel. Tomorrow, you have alot to learn."
Drea began walking down the hall to her room, when Teresa, a blond, fast talking vampire came around the corner.
"Ruchian wants to see you," she said.
"What does he want?"
"It's about your new squire."
"Tell him whatever he wants to hear."
"He wants to see you. That's an order."
"You don't have the authority to tell me what to do."
"But he does."
Drea went to her room and found Ruchina waiting for her there. "What's this I hear about you becoming a sire?"
"It's none of your buesiness," replied Drea.
"If you are to be my future queen-"
"I will never be your queen!"
"-I can't have you messing around with that boy."
"Then what of Emma?"
"She was nothing more than food."
"Then why is she pregnant?"
To this, Ruchian had no reply. Drea left the room. She walked down the stairs to the hospital wing, there, she found Emma, asleep in a bed. Drea found the doctor and spoke with him.
"Is she alright?" she asked.
"She had some bruising, but she'll be fine."
"What of the baby?"
"Her human cycle will cause the child to be 9 months, and it will be half human."
"Will she survive birth?"
The doctor sighed. "It's not very likely, unless-"
"She becomes a vampire," finished Drea.
They walked through the double doors, Drea tall and sleek, Michel trying his best to imitate her; but you could see he was a little tired.
At his arrival, the whole house went quiet. They all looked at Michel and Drea, and then at Jebter and the team who followed them. Once they saw the team come in, they all went back to their conversations. Except one: Juliana. One of the younger ones. Most young vampiers run off after being turned; hungry, confused, and sireless; serching for a way to fill that emptyness that can only be filled with darkness. Later, they come back; hardened, matured, and ready to find purpose within a coven. Very few have sires. Juliana didn't have a sire, she was a refuge. Young vampiers grow till they reach ripe age: the best age to spend eternity as; it difers with every individual. But if they are bitten later, they stay that age forever.
Juliana got up and came to Michel.
"Hello, I'm Juliana. And you are?"
"Incredibally hungry," said Michel.
"Yes, of course. I remeber was I was young, like you. I'll excuse myself to let you rest. It was nice meating you."
Michel followed Drea to another room where Jebter and the team were placing their guns.
"Drea-"
"I know. But you have to make a good, strong impression." Michel was getting weaker. Normally, a vampire would last a lot longer without getting weak, but Michel was new, and had already had his first battle. It would take him while to being what he was. But for the most part, Drea was surprised he hadn't resisted the dark gift. He seemed to embrace him, as more of a part of him; like an extension to what he already was.
Jebter saw Michel and Drea and went to them. "How was your first battle?" Jebter asked Michel.
"Intoxicating."
"Why don' you go put your gun on the shelf and check out the rounds we've got here?"
Michel gave Drea a fleeting look, but he obeyed.
"This boy, why he interest you much?" asked Jebter.
"There's something about him," answered Drea.
"Who turned him?"
"I don't know."
"Does he have a sire?"
She nodded.
"Who?"
She raised her head.
"You?"
"Yes."
"By assignment?" he asked carefully.
Drea showed Jebter her wrist. There was a very faint white mark from when she bit.
"By blood," she said.
Jebter looked taken aback. "What made you decide? You've never sired before,"
"I love him,"
"Well, I know that. He's your squire now. Sires are supposed to love-"
"You missunderstood me. I loved him as a squire before sired him. That's one reason I decided," she said quietly.
Jebter didn't know what to say. He turned around to walk away, but left Drea with something to think about: "Maybe you won' be the last of the line."
Drea didn't have time to dawn on his words before she found Michel hovering around her; white as a goast.
"Drea."
She took him to the kitchen and got two cups of stock blood from the supplies. While Michel sat down, Drea took another cup, and drank to, then brought the first two to Michel. He reached for a cup.
"I want you to have your full strength by tomorrow. Fot that, you need vampire blood."
She once again exstended her wrist, but this time, she wanted to test him. She let him bite; his natural instinct took over. This gave Michel a new sense of strength. Then, Drea gave him the cup of blood. When he tasted it, he grimaced.
"I like your better," Michel said between gulps. She gava an affectionate smile at this. She was still letting him drink, she didn't know why, but she wanted him to. It was a disturbing thought, so she put it out of her mind.
After they finished drinking, Drea led him to the men's wing and found him a room. There were lavishly carved dreasures and deep colors of black and red.
"If you wake up, don't draw the curtains, the rays will kill you. If you need anything, I'll be down the hall. Michel didn't want to be alone, but was so tired. So instead he just stood there, sleepily staring at Drea. She gave him a kiss on the forehead and said: "Get some rest, Michel. Tomorrow, you have alot to learn."
Drea began walking down the hall to her room, when Teresa, a blond, fast talking vampire came around the corner.
"Ruchian wants to see you," she said.
"What does he want?"
"It's about your new squire."
"Tell him whatever he wants to hear."
"He wants to see you. That's an order."
"You don't have the authority to tell me what to do."
"But he does."
Drea went to her room and found Ruchina waiting for her there. "What's this I hear about you becoming a sire?"
"It's none of your buesiness," replied Drea.
"If you are to be my future queen-"
"I will never be your queen!"
"-I can't have you messing around with that boy."
"Then what of Emma?"
"She was nothing more than food."
"Then why is she pregnant?"
To this, Ruchian had no reply. Drea left the room. She walked down the stairs to the hospital wing, there, she found Emma, asleep in a bed. Drea found the doctor and spoke with him.
"Is she alright?" she asked.
"She had some bruising, but she'll be fine."
"What of the baby?"
"Her human cycle will cause the child to be 9 months, and it will be half human."
"Will she survive birth?"
The doctor sighed. "It's not very likely, unless-"
"She becomes a vampire," finished Drea.