So, this chapter is longer than the rest and more blank spaces are filled
in. Ever wonder why Drea hunts so vicioulsy? What about Emma, what's to
happen to her? And Michel, why is he so important?
In the next few chapters I'm going to be revealing some secrets, introduce some new characters, and attempt some cliffys.
There's a lot of spaces in here cause I sort of combined a lot of really short chapter into one. If I had them all separate, it would be too dramatic.
Chapter 12: Many Discoveries
She watched as the car drove out the gates freely, without being caught. Well, Teresa thought, at least she could track them.
Teresa put on a different face and went to look for Ruchian. She found him, hovering around the hospital room.
"My lord," she bowed her head. "Drea and her squire have escaped."
"What!" shouted Ruchian, finnaly showing emotion.
"I put a tracker on their car."
"Good. Good work," he said quickly as he patted her on the shoulder as he walked past her. "JEBTER! DYLON!"
Jebter came; followed by a smuk vampire who always wore sunglasses. His nose was long; his hair was greasy and combed back. He walked like nobody was better than he was, and the pained expression on his face when he had to bow to Ruchian proved that.
"How did she escape?" said Ruchian to Jebter. His teeth were clenched. He was obvioulsy pissed that his future queen had mananged to escape with that little brat.
"I don't know sir," replied Jebter.
"We think she had help," interupted Dylon.
Ruchian rounded on Jebter. "Tell me! Who in this house helped her escape?"
Ruchian didn't answer. Dylon did it for him; "Emma, sir."
His face turned white. Fumming, he stromed into the hospital room. Jebter frantically ran after him, but not before Ruchian found her, and violently shook her.
The doctor came in and pulled Ruchian away from Emma, whose eyes were closed; small groans were the only sounds she made.
"What is the meaning of this?" said the doctor, still holding Ruchian back.
"She's an accomplice. She helped Drea escape!"
"That's impossible," the doctor said calmly. "She's been in that bed since she got here. She's too weak from the drain."
"She had to have snuk off!" Ruchian said angrily.
"This girl in a serious condition."
"Is she in danger of death?" asked Jebter.
"Not at the moment. I had to give her a transfussion," answered the doctor.
"With what of blood?" Jebter said slowly.
The doctor sighed. "Vampire."
"Where do we go?" asked Michel.
"We stop at the pad I showed you, drop off the supplies, and dump the car," replied Drea.
"Why?"
"We're probrobly being tracked."
"Where do we get rid of the car?"
"Lycan hot spot. We drop the car there, and either the Lycans pick it up, or the Hellhunters find it there and then have Lycans to fight off."
Drea and Michel had pulled it off. They escaped from the house and had a chance of hidding without being found.
"What do we do then?" asked Michel, desperate for something more excitting to do.
"If no one comes after us by then, we'll go hunting."
"Is that all you do?"
She gave him a stern look. Watch it, she thought. "Hunting is what I do."
"Why? Just because?"
She was silent for a while; Michel feeling it best not to talk. Finally, she spoke to him through her thoughts. She couldn't seem to use her voice that well.
Drea took a deep breath and thought about that night; fifty years ago. She remembered it vividly, and Michel saw everythig as if he were there.
A woman and a man, who resembles Drea, were out hunting. Michel couldn't see their faces completley, all he could see was a slight grin on their faces as they looked back at Drea. A younger, slightly timid Drea. She still wore her boot and cape outfit, along with her dispair glare; the one the current Drea was also wearing.
Infront of Drea's parrents was a rather sleek woman. Wisdom glazed her eyes, and following her was what looked like her son; older than Drea by a few hundred years.
They were on the lookout for something; a Lycan probrobly. Michel figured as much. What he didn't expect was a pack. A pack of seven Lycans. All were in human form; at first.
Drea, her parrents, and the mother and son surronded the seven in a dark coldasack. It happened fast.
Drea finally found her voice. "We were out hunting. My mother was close to Laleena, an eldar: one of the oldest of our kind. She often hunted. She was the youngest eldar; most alive, the one with the most compassion. She had one son: Joseph."
"That night I didn't want to come. I had a bad feeling."
"It happened in the blink of an eye. All seven Lycans changed. We were outnumbered. They attacked Laleena first. Then my father. Joseph and I killed three, but they took my mother. They dragged her off and left us to fight."
Michel saw a man with bright blue eyes smile back at Drea before a Lycan Snuk up on him. The slature was mass and unforgiving. The last thing he saw was Drea and Joseph: distraght, haking away at the last few strangglers.
Michel tried to look at Drea, but all he could see were brief glimpes as they passed each street light. The next few days were unimportant. Dylon and his team found the car, and killed two Lycans. After Drea's confession, her and Michel didn't talk much. They felt eachother deeply, and that was all they needed. They hunted every night and shared blood during the day. Soon, a week went by. Michel's training intensified. He could now shoot on target, accuratly throw a throwing star, and had killed two Lycans with his own hands. Tonight, was Michel's favorite lesson: Jumping.
Drea took him to the top of a four-story building.
"Now," said Drea, stepping near the edge. "Jump."
"Jump?" he looked down. "That's about sixty feet!"
"You jumped out of the window," said Drea.
"That's about twenty feet, not sixty!"
Drea looked down, gave a casual shrug, and stepped over the edge. She landed on both feet with barely any contact kickback. Smirking, she looked back up at Michel.
Without a second thought he stepped off the edge and landed with his kness bent, right next to Drea.
"Good. Follow me," Drea jumped about halfway up the building and quickly climbed the rest of the way to the top.
Now Michel smiled. Jumping up he could do. He took a light jump, barley trying, and grabbed on to the edge of the top of the building; without climbing.
Drea looked disturbed. She stared at him, then darted off, jumping from building to building. Each was four stories, at first. They gradually increased to five, then seven then eight. Michel kept up with Drea, not tired at all; but soon Michel found himself sensing something behind him. He wanted to tell Drea, but she was too far lost.
Finally, they stopped on top of a nine-strory building. Drea stepped off the edge, landing with her knees bent. Michel took the message and followed. He landed the same as she did.
Michel wanted to say something, but Drea looked way too concentrated. Then, "Jump up the building," she said.
Miche jumped as high as he could. He made it higher than half way, climbing the rest. Drea watched him as he climbed; galloping on the walls.
Drea followed. She couldn't jump as high as he.
"How'd I do?" he asked her optimistically.
"You jumped one hundred feet." "Is that good?"
"I can only jump seventy, and I'm of holy blood."
"How high can someone of regular blood jump?"
"Fifty feet."
Wow, thought Michel.
Drea was silent for a while; apperently deep in thought. Michel couldn't read them.
"Is there anything else that can jump that high?" he decided to break the silence.
Her expression was as set as stone. "Lycans."
Michel was shocked. "Does- does that mean... I'm a Lycan?"
"No," she said. "It is quite unusual though." Maybe that's his gift, she thought.
"Do all vampires have special gifts?"
"Most do. The rarest are reserved for holy blood."
"Is super jumping common?" he asked.
"Not that high. Not even with Eldars of pure blood."
Only Lycans, thought Drea.
Michel heard it, but didn't say anything.
Drea ran swiftly back to the pad, Michel right behind her, never wanting to stop running. It felt kind of freeing for him; especially after finding out he had as much ability as a Lycan.
When they arrived, Michel didn't know what to do. He had enough energy to do something productive, yet not enough to hunt. Drea dissapeared behing some of the many boxes, and he hadn't seen her for a while. Finally, she came out; her face showed she'd been away thinking.
Michel looked at her questionatly.
What's up with you? He thought.
"Come," said Drea with a stone face. Uncertain, Michel followed her. As they rounded the corner, he saw a corse made of wooden crates.
"What's this?" asked Michel.
"A test. You can't touch the gourn; stay on the crates."
"Okay. That's sounds easy enough," he climbed onto the nearest box. Drea pulled out her Nousy.
"Wait, what are you going to do with that?"
"Run," said Drea, and she shot the box Michel was standing on. He jumped to the next one. She shot faster and faster as Michel jumped from box to box; getting higher and lower. At first, Drea only aimed for the box below him. Then, she started aiming for his chest. Michel sensed the change in targets and went faster. He endured no shots. Drea was getting tired of seing how perfect he was.
"Tell me, what can't you do?" she said dryly.
He stopped and jumped down next to stand next to Drea. His breathing was quick and he moved the hair away from his face, Drea saw the outer layer of his eyes were ice-blue; but the inner layer was yellow. As soon as he caught his breath, and looked Drea in the eyes, his eyes then turned solid ice blue. She stared at his eyes until they calmed into an ocean blue.
What's wrong with my eyes? Thought Michel.
"Come," said Drea. She led him to their resting-place with the blankets and pillows.
"No more training?" said Michel, slighlty dissapointed.
You do need this, thought Drea as she bit her wrist. He drank his usual amount, but; "More. You need more. You've been showing unusual sings, that I intend to either recognize or block out."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't. I have more than I need."
His eyes were now a pale blue. Good, thought Drea. That's more normal. Something's going on; unusual speed, warm skin, high jumping, yellow eyes...not good. He's not a Lycan, I've seen his bite marks. He would have had violent bite wounds. His are clean and symetric.
"You think I'm a Lycan?" said Michel, wipping his mouth. His eyes were now so light, the blue was blended with the white.
"No," she said, "I think there's something different about you; and that's not necessarily bad."
"And if I am a Lycan?"
"You're not."
"But if I was?"
"You'd have a gash on your neck, yellow eyes, you wouldn't be able to read my mind, and I'd have to kill you."
He licked his lips and swalloed hard.
"You also would like the taste of blood so much, you wouldn't be able to stop until you killed me," she said coldly.
He shivered at this. "I'm not a Lycan."
"No."
"Then what am I?"
"A vampire."
"A normal one?"
"I don't know yet."
That makes me feel good, thought Michel.
"It should," replied Drea. "Get some rest," she looked into his eyes. They were a sleepy blue, and very beautiful. She brought her hand to stoke his face and the hard lines softened. He yawned and layed done; slowly blinking as he fell asleep with every curve of her face ingrained in his dreams.
In the next few chapters I'm going to be revealing some secrets, introduce some new characters, and attempt some cliffys.
There's a lot of spaces in here cause I sort of combined a lot of really short chapter into one. If I had them all separate, it would be too dramatic.
Chapter 12: Many Discoveries
She watched as the car drove out the gates freely, without being caught. Well, Teresa thought, at least she could track them.
Teresa put on a different face and went to look for Ruchian. She found him, hovering around the hospital room.
"My lord," she bowed her head. "Drea and her squire have escaped."
"What!" shouted Ruchian, finnaly showing emotion.
"I put a tracker on their car."
"Good. Good work," he said quickly as he patted her on the shoulder as he walked past her. "JEBTER! DYLON!"
Jebter came; followed by a smuk vampire who always wore sunglasses. His nose was long; his hair was greasy and combed back. He walked like nobody was better than he was, and the pained expression on his face when he had to bow to Ruchian proved that.
"How did she escape?" said Ruchian to Jebter. His teeth were clenched. He was obvioulsy pissed that his future queen had mananged to escape with that little brat.
"I don't know sir," replied Jebter.
"We think she had help," interupted Dylon.
Ruchian rounded on Jebter. "Tell me! Who in this house helped her escape?"
Ruchian didn't answer. Dylon did it for him; "Emma, sir."
His face turned white. Fumming, he stromed into the hospital room. Jebter frantically ran after him, but not before Ruchian found her, and violently shook her.
The doctor came in and pulled Ruchian away from Emma, whose eyes were closed; small groans were the only sounds she made.
"What is the meaning of this?" said the doctor, still holding Ruchian back.
"She's an accomplice. She helped Drea escape!"
"That's impossible," the doctor said calmly. "She's been in that bed since she got here. She's too weak from the drain."
"She had to have snuk off!" Ruchian said angrily.
"This girl in a serious condition."
"Is she in danger of death?" asked Jebter.
"Not at the moment. I had to give her a transfussion," answered the doctor.
"With what of blood?" Jebter said slowly.
The doctor sighed. "Vampire."
"Where do we go?" asked Michel.
"We stop at the pad I showed you, drop off the supplies, and dump the car," replied Drea.
"Why?"
"We're probrobly being tracked."
"Where do we get rid of the car?"
"Lycan hot spot. We drop the car there, and either the Lycans pick it up, or the Hellhunters find it there and then have Lycans to fight off."
Drea and Michel had pulled it off. They escaped from the house and had a chance of hidding without being found.
"What do we do then?" asked Michel, desperate for something more excitting to do.
"If no one comes after us by then, we'll go hunting."
"Is that all you do?"
She gave him a stern look. Watch it, she thought. "Hunting is what I do."
"Why? Just because?"
She was silent for a while; Michel feeling it best not to talk. Finally, she spoke to him through her thoughts. She couldn't seem to use her voice that well.
Drea took a deep breath and thought about that night; fifty years ago. She remembered it vividly, and Michel saw everythig as if he were there.
A woman and a man, who resembles Drea, were out hunting. Michel couldn't see their faces completley, all he could see was a slight grin on their faces as they looked back at Drea. A younger, slightly timid Drea. She still wore her boot and cape outfit, along with her dispair glare; the one the current Drea was also wearing.
Infront of Drea's parrents was a rather sleek woman. Wisdom glazed her eyes, and following her was what looked like her son; older than Drea by a few hundred years.
They were on the lookout for something; a Lycan probrobly. Michel figured as much. What he didn't expect was a pack. A pack of seven Lycans. All were in human form; at first.
Drea, her parrents, and the mother and son surronded the seven in a dark coldasack. It happened fast.
Drea finally found her voice. "We were out hunting. My mother was close to Laleena, an eldar: one of the oldest of our kind. She often hunted. She was the youngest eldar; most alive, the one with the most compassion. She had one son: Joseph."
"That night I didn't want to come. I had a bad feeling."
"It happened in the blink of an eye. All seven Lycans changed. We were outnumbered. They attacked Laleena first. Then my father. Joseph and I killed three, but they took my mother. They dragged her off and left us to fight."
Michel saw a man with bright blue eyes smile back at Drea before a Lycan Snuk up on him. The slature was mass and unforgiving. The last thing he saw was Drea and Joseph: distraght, haking away at the last few strangglers.
Michel tried to look at Drea, but all he could see were brief glimpes as they passed each street light. The next few days were unimportant. Dylon and his team found the car, and killed two Lycans. After Drea's confession, her and Michel didn't talk much. They felt eachother deeply, and that was all they needed. They hunted every night and shared blood during the day. Soon, a week went by. Michel's training intensified. He could now shoot on target, accuratly throw a throwing star, and had killed two Lycans with his own hands. Tonight, was Michel's favorite lesson: Jumping.
Drea took him to the top of a four-story building.
"Now," said Drea, stepping near the edge. "Jump."
"Jump?" he looked down. "That's about sixty feet!"
"You jumped out of the window," said Drea.
"That's about twenty feet, not sixty!"
Drea looked down, gave a casual shrug, and stepped over the edge. She landed on both feet with barely any contact kickback. Smirking, she looked back up at Michel.
Without a second thought he stepped off the edge and landed with his kness bent, right next to Drea.
"Good. Follow me," Drea jumped about halfway up the building and quickly climbed the rest of the way to the top.
Now Michel smiled. Jumping up he could do. He took a light jump, barley trying, and grabbed on to the edge of the top of the building; without climbing.
Drea looked disturbed. She stared at him, then darted off, jumping from building to building. Each was four stories, at first. They gradually increased to five, then seven then eight. Michel kept up with Drea, not tired at all; but soon Michel found himself sensing something behind him. He wanted to tell Drea, but she was too far lost.
Finally, they stopped on top of a nine-strory building. Drea stepped off the edge, landing with her knees bent. Michel took the message and followed. He landed the same as she did.
Michel wanted to say something, but Drea looked way too concentrated. Then, "Jump up the building," she said.
Miche jumped as high as he could. He made it higher than half way, climbing the rest. Drea watched him as he climbed; galloping on the walls.
Drea followed. She couldn't jump as high as he.
"How'd I do?" he asked her optimistically.
"You jumped one hundred feet." "Is that good?"
"I can only jump seventy, and I'm of holy blood."
"How high can someone of regular blood jump?"
"Fifty feet."
Wow, thought Michel.
Drea was silent for a while; apperently deep in thought. Michel couldn't read them.
"Is there anything else that can jump that high?" he decided to break the silence.
Her expression was as set as stone. "Lycans."
Michel was shocked. "Does- does that mean... I'm a Lycan?"
"No," she said. "It is quite unusual though." Maybe that's his gift, she thought.
"Do all vampires have special gifts?"
"Most do. The rarest are reserved for holy blood."
"Is super jumping common?" he asked.
"Not that high. Not even with Eldars of pure blood."
Only Lycans, thought Drea.
Michel heard it, but didn't say anything.
Drea ran swiftly back to the pad, Michel right behind her, never wanting to stop running. It felt kind of freeing for him; especially after finding out he had as much ability as a Lycan.
When they arrived, Michel didn't know what to do. He had enough energy to do something productive, yet not enough to hunt. Drea dissapeared behing some of the many boxes, and he hadn't seen her for a while. Finally, she came out; her face showed she'd been away thinking.
Michel looked at her questionatly.
What's up with you? He thought.
"Come," said Drea with a stone face. Uncertain, Michel followed her. As they rounded the corner, he saw a corse made of wooden crates.
"What's this?" asked Michel.
"A test. You can't touch the gourn; stay on the crates."
"Okay. That's sounds easy enough," he climbed onto the nearest box. Drea pulled out her Nousy.
"Wait, what are you going to do with that?"
"Run," said Drea, and she shot the box Michel was standing on. He jumped to the next one. She shot faster and faster as Michel jumped from box to box; getting higher and lower. At first, Drea only aimed for the box below him. Then, she started aiming for his chest. Michel sensed the change in targets and went faster. He endured no shots. Drea was getting tired of seing how perfect he was.
"Tell me, what can't you do?" she said dryly.
He stopped and jumped down next to stand next to Drea. His breathing was quick and he moved the hair away from his face, Drea saw the outer layer of his eyes were ice-blue; but the inner layer was yellow. As soon as he caught his breath, and looked Drea in the eyes, his eyes then turned solid ice blue. She stared at his eyes until they calmed into an ocean blue.
What's wrong with my eyes? Thought Michel.
"Come," said Drea. She led him to their resting-place with the blankets and pillows.
"No more training?" said Michel, slighlty dissapointed.
You do need this, thought Drea as she bit her wrist. He drank his usual amount, but; "More. You need more. You've been showing unusual sings, that I intend to either recognize or block out."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't. I have more than I need."
His eyes were now a pale blue. Good, thought Drea. That's more normal. Something's going on; unusual speed, warm skin, high jumping, yellow eyes...not good. He's not a Lycan, I've seen his bite marks. He would have had violent bite wounds. His are clean and symetric.
"You think I'm a Lycan?" said Michel, wipping his mouth. His eyes were now so light, the blue was blended with the white.
"No," she said, "I think there's something different about you; and that's not necessarily bad."
"And if I am a Lycan?"
"You're not."
"But if I was?"
"You'd have a gash on your neck, yellow eyes, you wouldn't be able to read my mind, and I'd have to kill you."
He licked his lips and swalloed hard.
"You also would like the taste of blood so much, you wouldn't be able to stop until you killed me," she said coldly.
He shivered at this. "I'm not a Lycan."
"No."
"Then what am I?"
"A vampire."
"A normal one?"
"I don't know yet."
That makes me feel good, thought Michel.
"It should," replied Drea. "Get some rest," she looked into his eyes. They were a sleepy blue, and very beautiful. She brought her hand to stoke his face and the hard lines softened. He yawned and layed done; slowly blinking as he fell asleep with every curve of her face ingrained in his dreams.