That afternoon, Michel was locked up in his room and put under surveliance.
"You have no right to do this!" shouted Drea.
"It's for you own good," said Ruchian, bitting his tongue.
"Really? You're just jeleous. You say I'm destined to be your queen!"
"He's too young for you. Also, I'm considering revoking your sireship."
"You can't decide that," she said firmly.
"The council members left me incharge. I decide what's best for the house, and I think removing the boy will be what's best for you."
"He's my squire, I'm in charge of him. You can't throw him out," Drea was careful in saying this; because she knew he could say he could throw her out; but then she also knew he couldn't do that unless she commited a serious crime, which she didn't. So, Ruchian could do nothing.
"You can't throw me out. I'm too important to this house. You may be in charge, but I outrank you."
"I can still keep him under survaliance, since his little escape today."
"He wasn't running off," she said calmly, "He wasn't locked up. So, you can't lock him up on false grounds."
Drea walked out of the room before Ruchian could say another word. She didn't know whether she wanted to wrestle with Michel in the training room, or shoot Ruchain head off.
Instead, she found herself face to face with Teresa.
"How bad did you piss Ruchian off?" Teresa asked.
"What's it to you?" Drea kept walking.
"He wants you as his queen."
"And you want to take my place," Drea said in disgust. Teresa dissapered. Possibly she was embarassed by the fact that her feelings were too obvious. Maybe she was just on her way to do something important; to bug other innoscent victims. It didn't matter, so Drea put it out of her mind.
He found her in her favorite place, blowing holes through the walls and the clay. Jebter knew that would be the first thing he saw when he found her in the first place he looked. "Do I even have to say it?"
She didn't say anything. She kept pumping out bullets.
"Don' let him get to you."
The only she said, was: "What time is it?"
"One and a half hours till hunt." She didn't ask, but he knew she wanted to know "He's looking for you. He's hungry."
"He knows where the kitchen is."
"He said something about 'your special wishes' for him."
Drea paused in her shooting, and set down her gun. "Where is he?"
"In the kitchen."
She went to the kitchen and found him sitting at the table, his hands crossed, his fangs visible at his mouth.
"What are you doing?" said Drea angrily.
"Waiting for you." There was a moment of silence. Then, "He wants me to turn her," he put his fangs away.
"What? Who?"
"Ruchian wants to turn Emma into a vampire."
Drea began to walk towards Ruchian. But Michel got out of his chair and grabbed her arm. His speed was incredibal.
"Where did you learn that?" asked Drea, surprised.
"I had to do something while I was locked up."
"Rest. You could have rested."
"So you do care about me,"
She sighed. "Of course I do; and with Ruchian keeping us gaurded is all the more reason that you're your full strength."
"I did rest. I was locked up for several hours. Then I woke up and tried to escape, then I found out I have super speed, and I can jump about fifty feet."
Drea actually smiled.
"Then, when I got back in my room, Ruchian told me I was free, and then he asked me."
"What did you say?"
"I said I had to consult my sire, because she knows what's best for me," Drea didn't realize she was holding her breath. Well, she was teaching him to hate Ruchian, at least she was doing something right. "Then I left," finished Michel.
"I heard you're hungry."
Now it was Michel's turn to smile; with embarrasment. "I've found that....your blood gives me strength-"
"I know, and I intend to continue keeping you strong until you've matured."
So Drea once again drank a cup of stock blood, then let Michle drink from her wrist, then they each drank a cup.
"Am I coming with you on the hunt tonight?"
"The hunt is much different from a battle. In a battle, all you do is fight. In a hunt, you have to find a Lycan, track him, hunt him down, and then decide if he's valuable for information, or if you should just kill him. All while dodging bullets."
"But bullets can't kill us, can they?"
"No, but if they weaken us enough, the Lycans can get close enough to us and ripe out our hearts."
"When's the full moon?"
"In two weeks."
"Then why were there fully changed wherewolves yesterday at the battle?"
"You think quick. Not many, new vampires ask that question before they even learn a substantial amount about Lycans. Some very powerful Lycans have the power to change at will. Few can, but the ones that do, have been around for a very long time."
"For about how long?" Michel asked.
"Around the time that I was born,"
"You mean turned, I thought vampires couldn't be born."
"No, we can be born. My mother and father were both decendents of Infilic and Bela, as far as we know, they are the oldest vampires to bear children."
"So your parents are related?"
She gave him a look. "Very distantly. Thousands of years."
"Are they still alive?"
"My father was killed by a Lycan, and my mother dissapeared about five decades ago."
"So, um....where were you born?"
"In this house. I was raised here."
"So you were once a child? But I thought we couldn't age," said Michel confused.
"If born, or turned at an early age, we grow until we are the best age."
"So I might keep growing?" asked Michel.
"Yes."
"What age did you stop growing?"
"Twenty-four."
"So you'll look like you're twenty-four forever?"
"I may age over centuries as I become older and wiser."
"How long have you been twenty-four?"
"About a century."
"So you've witnessed alot in your lifetime."
Drea seemed to quiet. "Yes, I did. Many wars, many deaths. Many ill- tidings, but I have also participated in mass slatures. Living in New York, when I was wild; many had the misfortune of coming across my path," she said this sadly, and Michel could tell that she was not proud.
"Is it illegal to bite humans?"
"Officially, yes. But that doesn't stop the bloodsuckers from hunting the innoscent."
Michel was careful in asking his next question. "Did you ever turn anyone?"
"No, and I don't think I ever will," she said, sounding final.
"Even with Emma?"
Luckily, Juliana walked in, and Drea didn't have to aswer that question. "Michel, right?" she said.
"Yes," said Michel cooly. Drea noticed a change in him. He seemed to smooth his face of emotions. His voice became somewhat aggresive but neutral; deeper. Drea recongnized his reaction: that's what she did when people she wasn't comfortalbe with came in the room. Ruchian, for example. Anybody really; except Jebter, and now Michel.
"Have you been made a hellhunter yet?" asked Juliana.
"He's still in training," answered Drea.
"Well well, Drea. You've been quite the talk of the house. Taking in a squire, rejecting Ruchian, not to mention your little stunt earlier-"
"It's called training," interupted Michel.
"Was I talking to you?" said Juliana.
"Don't treat him like that; you wer talking to him in the beggining," said Drea.
"And now I'm not. Seriously, I thought you were better than that. Especially, getting involved with-"
"Watch you tongue," warned Drea.
"It's in my mouth isn't it? Unlike-"
"Michel, how would you like you to come on the hunt with us tonight.?" said Drea over Juliana.
"That would be an excelent idea. Um, Drea, I'm having trouble with landing a jump. You think you can help me with that?" continued Michel.
"Let's go to the training room."
Drea and Michel got up and tried to ignore Juliana, but: "You're baned from the training room," Drea turned directions, heading for Ruchian's room, but: "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Ruchian said if you bother him about his rules again, Emma will live forever."
Drea turned around and punched Juliana. Michel stopped her before she could attack again. Juliana gathered herself, said: "I'm gonna report this," and strode off.
Drea was a ticking bomb waiting to go off.
"Go to Jebter, he knows what guns I like. We're going hunting early. Drea turned around, but Michel stopped her. "Don't. You shouldn't be alone right now. It's not good for you."
"I know ex- I-" she couldn't finish her sentence, she just stood there. Michel tried to get her attention. It didn't work. Michel got right infront of Drea. He didn't know how bad an idea that was. Drea moved suddenly, and bit Michle in the neck, almost draining him dry.
Teresa walked in, saw Michel fall to the floor, Drea hiss with blood dripping down from her fangs, and screamed.
Drea ran through the doors of the training room, grabbed a gun and bullets, and ran out the front door. Escaping in a car before anyone could realize why she ran so fast.
"You have no right to do this!" shouted Drea.
"It's for you own good," said Ruchian, bitting his tongue.
"Really? You're just jeleous. You say I'm destined to be your queen!"
"He's too young for you. Also, I'm considering revoking your sireship."
"You can't decide that," she said firmly.
"The council members left me incharge. I decide what's best for the house, and I think removing the boy will be what's best for you."
"He's my squire, I'm in charge of him. You can't throw him out," Drea was careful in saying this; because she knew he could say he could throw her out; but then she also knew he couldn't do that unless she commited a serious crime, which she didn't. So, Ruchian could do nothing.
"You can't throw me out. I'm too important to this house. You may be in charge, but I outrank you."
"I can still keep him under survaliance, since his little escape today."
"He wasn't running off," she said calmly, "He wasn't locked up. So, you can't lock him up on false grounds."
Drea walked out of the room before Ruchian could say another word. She didn't know whether she wanted to wrestle with Michel in the training room, or shoot Ruchain head off.
Instead, she found herself face to face with Teresa.
"How bad did you piss Ruchian off?" Teresa asked.
"What's it to you?" Drea kept walking.
"He wants you as his queen."
"And you want to take my place," Drea said in disgust. Teresa dissapered. Possibly she was embarassed by the fact that her feelings were too obvious. Maybe she was just on her way to do something important; to bug other innoscent victims. It didn't matter, so Drea put it out of her mind.
He found her in her favorite place, blowing holes through the walls and the clay. Jebter knew that would be the first thing he saw when he found her in the first place he looked. "Do I even have to say it?"
She didn't say anything. She kept pumping out bullets.
"Don' let him get to you."
The only she said, was: "What time is it?"
"One and a half hours till hunt." She didn't ask, but he knew she wanted to know "He's looking for you. He's hungry."
"He knows where the kitchen is."
"He said something about 'your special wishes' for him."
Drea paused in her shooting, and set down her gun. "Where is he?"
"In the kitchen."
She went to the kitchen and found him sitting at the table, his hands crossed, his fangs visible at his mouth.
"What are you doing?" said Drea angrily.
"Waiting for you." There was a moment of silence. Then, "He wants me to turn her," he put his fangs away.
"What? Who?"
"Ruchian wants to turn Emma into a vampire."
Drea began to walk towards Ruchian. But Michel got out of his chair and grabbed her arm. His speed was incredibal.
"Where did you learn that?" asked Drea, surprised.
"I had to do something while I was locked up."
"Rest. You could have rested."
"So you do care about me,"
She sighed. "Of course I do; and with Ruchian keeping us gaurded is all the more reason that you're your full strength."
"I did rest. I was locked up for several hours. Then I woke up and tried to escape, then I found out I have super speed, and I can jump about fifty feet."
Drea actually smiled.
"Then, when I got back in my room, Ruchian told me I was free, and then he asked me."
"What did you say?"
"I said I had to consult my sire, because she knows what's best for me," Drea didn't realize she was holding her breath. Well, she was teaching him to hate Ruchian, at least she was doing something right. "Then I left," finished Michel.
"I heard you're hungry."
Now it was Michel's turn to smile; with embarrasment. "I've found that....your blood gives me strength-"
"I know, and I intend to continue keeping you strong until you've matured."
So Drea once again drank a cup of stock blood, then let Michle drink from her wrist, then they each drank a cup.
"Am I coming with you on the hunt tonight?"
"The hunt is much different from a battle. In a battle, all you do is fight. In a hunt, you have to find a Lycan, track him, hunt him down, and then decide if he's valuable for information, or if you should just kill him. All while dodging bullets."
"But bullets can't kill us, can they?"
"No, but if they weaken us enough, the Lycans can get close enough to us and ripe out our hearts."
"When's the full moon?"
"In two weeks."
"Then why were there fully changed wherewolves yesterday at the battle?"
"You think quick. Not many, new vampires ask that question before they even learn a substantial amount about Lycans. Some very powerful Lycans have the power to change at will. Few can, but the ones that do, have been around for a very long time."
"For about how long?" Michel asked.
"Around the time that I was born,"
"You mean turned, I thought vampires couldn't be born."
"No, we can be born. My mother and father were both decendents of Infilic and Bela, as far as we know, they are the oldest vampires to bear children."
"So your parents are related?"
She gave him a look. "Very distantly. Thousands of years."
"Are they still alive?"
"My father was killed by a Lycan, and my mother dissapeared about five decades ago."
"So, um....where were you born?"
"In this house. I was raised here."
"So you were once a child? But I thought we couldn't age," said Michel confused.
"If born, or turned at an early age, we grow until we are the best age."
"So I might keep growing?" asked Michel.
"Yes."
"What age did you stop growing?"
"Twenty-four."
"So you'll look like you're twenty-four forever?"
"I may age over centuries as I become older and wiser."
"How long have you been twenty-four?"
"About a century."
"So you've witnessed alot in your lifetime."
Drea seemed to quiet. "Yes, I did. Many wars, many deaths. Many ill- tidings, but I have also participated in mass slatures. Living in New York, when I was wild; many had the misfortune of coming across my path," she said this sadly, and Michel could tell that she was not proud.
"Is it illegal to bite humans?"
"Officially, yes. But that doesn't stop the bloodsuckers from hunting the innoscent."
Michel was careful in asking his next question. "Did you ever turn anyone?"
"No, and I don't think I ever will," she said, sounding final.
"Even with Emma?"
Luckily, Juliana walked in, and Drea didn't have to aswer that question. "Michel, right?" she said.
"Yes," said Michel cooly. Drea noticed a change in him. He seemed to smooth his face of emotions. His voice became somewhat aggresive but neutral; deeper. Drea recongnized his reaction: that's what she did when people she wasn't comfortalbe with came in the room. Ruchian, for example. Anybody really; except Jebter, and now Michel.
"Have you been made a hellhunter yet?" asked Juliana.
"He's still in training," answered Drea.
"Well well, Drea. You've been quite the talk of the house. Taking in a squire, rejecting Ruchian, not to mention your little stunt earlier-"
"It's called training," interupted Michel.
"Was I talking to you?" said Juliana.
"Don't treat him like that; you wer talking to him in the beggining," said Drea.
"And now I'm not. Seriously, I thought you were better than that. Especially, getting involved with-"
"Watch you tongue," warned Drea.
"It's in my mouth isn't it? Unlike-"
"Michel, how would you like you to come on the hunt with us tonight.?" said Drea over Juliana.
"That would be an excelent idea. Um, Drea, I'm having trouble with landing a jump. You think you can help me with that?" continued Michel.
"Let's go to the training room."
Drea and Michel got up and tried to ignore Juliana, but: "You're baned from the training room," Drea turned directions, heading for Ruchian's room, but: "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Ruchian said if you bother him about his rules again, Emma will live forever."
Drea turned around and punched Juliana. Michel stopped her before she could attack again. Juliana gathered herself, said: "I'm gonna report this," and strode off.
Drea was a ticking bomb waiting to go off.
"Go to Jebter, he knows what guns I like. We're going hunting early. Drea turned around, but Michel stopped her. "Don't. You shouldn't be alone right now. It's not good for you."
"I know ex- I-" she couldn't finish her sentence, she just stood there. Michel tried to get her attention. It didn't work. Michel got right infront of Drea. He didn't know how bad an idea that was. Drea moved suddenly, and bit Michle in the neck, almost draining him dry.
Teresa walked in, saw Michel fall to the floor, Drea hiss with blood dripping down from her fangs, and screamed.
Drea ran through the doors of the training room, grabbed a gun and bullets, and ran out the front door. Escaping in a car before anyone could realize why she ran so fast.