Who is Siete's first and second fledgling? I'm just gonna say that the two humans he had turned against their will are gonna be his first two fledglings. His sister was his first and his second was a man named Vhannibal. Vhannibal's fourth fledgling was Rayasa.
Hannibal = Persian. Smart, harsh people were named it so just put a "V" in front of it.
Rayasa = Yiddish variation of "rose"
The harsh glow of a computer screen granted the only light in the dark bedroom behind the vampire club Las Noches. The low hum of the laptop was accompanied by the rapid tapping of keys as Jessica furiously wrote chapter after chapter of her newly inspired story. Dawn was approaching and Aubrey lay sleeping on the bed behind the author's writing desk.
Jessica had written manuscripts about the history of a few of Siete's fledlings: Kendra, Silver, and finally Jazzlyn. But never before had she been able to write a story full of such passionate sex and forbidden romance. She didn't know what was going to happen next, but she found that she couldn't wait. In all her two years in the vampire world she had never heard of this Leandra. Of course it would be impossible to change a Triste; both the vampire and witch would be poisoned by the new blood. But since both were immortal, there would be no need for the change. They could be together forever, couldn't they? She could still remember how she had started the novel.
Siete had seen this dazzling beauty before, many times. He had been following her all over Greece, watching her every movement for the last two weeks.
She hunted and killed his fledglings as surely as he drained humans' blood every night. She was fierce when she stalked the young Rayasa and merciless as she killed her. She had strangled the sadistic vampire and torn out her still heart with her bare hands, blood dripping from her nails as if they were five fangs on the tips of her fingers. Rayasa fell to the ground like a rag doll, as he had seen so many of his own victims fall, dead. These witches were a threat to his kind, but she was the most bloodthirsty he had seen so far. She was going to be a formidable opponent and a beautiful corpse. He had seen his once friend and fledgling Vhannibal perish at the hands of a band of Tristes. He had seen as he lay sleeping. By the time Siete had found him, it was too late, but he had his vengeance. He knew this witch was not part of that group though. Not only did it occur half way across the world, but she was not a social creature. He had not once seen or heard of her associating with her own kind, just his own.
As she neared the edge of Athens, a middle aged blind man called out to her, "Milady, Milady. I have a message for you." She stopped to face him, but her face remained a concrete mask. Homer's senses were heightened enough to hear her footsteps cease. He was Siete's bloodbond after all. "It concerns the ones you murd- ah, hunt." Homer might be a little too loyal to complete this task. She didn't move, waiting for him to continue. 'A hollow statue,' the immortal mused. Homer held out to her animal hide the color of olive. She recognized it as human the moment she touched it. Upon it was tattooed the location of Siete's house. Homer drew closer to her, whispering ominously, "There is where you will find the first of the immortals. I," Homer looked over his shoulder and continued in a nearly inaudible whisper, "I do not speak his name." With that, Homer scampered off, back into the woods.
Before he had gotten too far she called outt o him, "You are his slave, yes? Neither human nor vampire." It was a more statement than a question. "What is this game you are playing?" Homer just cackled like a crazy old man as he left her to chaos of the night.
Siete was satisfied with his blood bond's performance. He vanished back to his home and into his bedroom. He had come to know her nature. She would arrive within three days time. He had already made arrangements for her arrival.
"Jessica, enough," Aubrey called from his waking slumber. "Come to bed." He patted the empty space next to him seductively. Jessica had been snapped out of her reveri and the thread of the story was lost. She would have to continue it tomorrow, or whenever the story came back to her.
"Damn you, Aubrey," she cursed under her breath frustrated.
"Too late," he muttered into her shoulder as he entwined his arms around her waist, pulling her into the bed with him. He kissed her bare, ivory neck affectionately, knowing full well she had already forgiven him a long time ago. She nibbled at his earlobe giggling at how much he reminded her of Siete in this story. In moments all clothes were on the floor, and no more sleep was gained until well after sunrise.