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To all who R&R: This chapter includes material about vampires and other things. Thank you all for your reviews. May you all live in happiness. Please keep reviewing.
Orion sat in the Skurai's backyard as everyone asked Everrin about her memory after the dinner that Mrs. Skurai prepared that night. He sat on a well furnished deck with a view of the hill and woods behind the house. He was happy for her of course but something bothered him. Him and Everrin being the books of demons and angels, the problem at the station, the man who came to help Everrin and even Kiara and Blin coming back without a scratch 20 minutes after they did, it was all troubling him.
He sensed someone outside with him and turned around to see the once black caped man Kiara called Preacher. He took a good look at the man sitting next to him. He wore a black dress shirt, dark blue jeans and a pair of dark brown hiking boots. He held a bear in one hand and wore a rosary on his wrist. (A/N: If anyone I know reads this. It don't got to do with moi)
"Hello" Preacher said in an American accent.
"Hello" Orion said turning around in his chair to face him.
"I here you're a Malfoy" Preacher said as he tuck a swig of his beer.
"I here you're a mysterious holy man." Orion said as he gave a pointed look at his rosary.
Preacher played with the rosary. "Oh, this? It was a present from my sister." He smiled at Orion.
"Really?" Orion said trying to be polite.
"Yes, she gave it to me after I beat up her fianc" He smiled at the memory.
Orion chuckled at the story. The man looked like a pacifist, Orion was skeptical that he could even squash a bug.
"She said my force would be better put to use giving the word of the lord." Preacher was still smiling.
"Was she right?" Orion asked.
"Yes, like always Narcissa was right" It was Preacher's turn to have a laugh. Orion didn't join in because of the shock he had. Did he just say he had a sister named Narcissa? The man in front of him looked a lot like his mother, it could be possible, but there was only one way to tell.
"If you don't mind my asking sir what's your last name?" Orion asked.
Preacher smiled and took a sip of his beer before he answered him. "First of all call me Preacher not sir and second sit down I don't know how your gonna take it"
As Orion sat Preacher took the last of his beer. "My last name is Bralen. Preacher Bralen, like your mothers maiden name."
"But my mother... she's an only child" Orion said as he slumped in his chair. "Why didn't she tell me about you?"
"The same reason Everrin's memories were erased, Orion. Your mother couldn't tell you because at the time of your birth I was already in the middle of the Dragon war. I was one of the empress' fighters. I couldn't let anyone know her family's whereabouts. We had to protect you at all costs." He looked through the glass door to the kitchen where Kiara and Everrin were washing the dishes.
"Because I'm the one of the books?" Orion looked at him. He thought that was going to be the answer. He wanted to be wrong.
"Because you're my nephew and you're not just a book. You were given the mark after birth, you weren't born with it." Preacher turned to him now and stared into Orion's eyes.
Orion turned his gaze to Everrin. She was laughing at something that Kiara said. "But we don't have the marks anymore. How can we still be the books?"
"Because the marks are still there" Orion looked at him in confusion. "Did you know that a tiger has stripes on its skin not just its fur?" Orion shook his head still confused.
"What do tigers have to do with anything?"
"Well you're like a tiger. Your mark was taken off, but it's still going to be there at the end of the day."
"It chose you over all other Dragons Orion, it chose you and Everrin for a reason." Preacher gave him a smile, which was returned. "See, I did have a point with the tiger thing."
Orion thought about what his uncle said. He had to accept what he was just told. He knew about the books but he wasn't told that he was one until the other day. On the brighter side to of his questions were answered.
"I'm gonna have to talk to my parents about you, you know?" Orion said lightening his mood. Preacher let out a rueful grin.
"As longs as you take me with you. Round to with your dad has been anticipated since the wedding." He said cracking his knuckles.
Orion walked inside saying good night to Preacher. As Orion closed the door Preacher let out a sigh of relief, he stayed there thinking like his nephew had done before. He felt like he had a family again. But he knew that he didn't deserve the feeling.
Kiara came and joined him a little while after. She didn't say anything until the sun went down. She didn't want to disturb him in his time of peace. "Did you talk to him?" She asked.
"Yeah" He sighed as he saw the sunset. He got up from his chair and put his cape back on.
"Going to work?" Kiara asked.
"Vampires don't take holidays Kiara." He put on a hat he brought with him. "Gotta beat that viprine quota. Tell Blin I'll buy her a drink tomorrow if she has a bigger slay count than I do. Ok?" And walked into the night.
Leaving the warmth of family for the feel of redemption.
The curse of a night hunter.
Everrin was brushing her hair when she heard Orion come into the room. She looked at him as he stood behind the door.
"Hey" He said.
"Hi" She walked up to him. "What's wrong?" She wrapped her arms around his neck as she asked.
"I got an uncle downstairs" He wrapped his arms around her waist. "You know, the guy who helped you get your memories back?"
"Really? He did look a lot like you." She kissed him lightly for a moment and then looked into his eyes.
"Yup, he's my mom's brother. You know what this means right?" She was now leaving a trail of kisses from his jaw to his neck.
"Nuh uh" She said looking up at him again then going back to his neck.
"I'm going to have to see my parents soon." She stopped kissing him.
"I'll go with you then." She said smiling up at him.
He smiled back. He really wanted her to go. He was speechless. All he could do to give his reply was to kiss her back.
They snogged each other for 20 minutes. They both felt tired after that. As Orion walked away to find his room a familiar hand stopped him.
"Yes Evy?" He turned around to see his beloved already in her bed.
"Please don't go," She said in a whisper.
Again he was speechless. He went to the other side of the bed and got in. As he snuggled up with her and said goodnight he hoped he got his point across.
He just wished life was always that simple.
Just being able to love someone and stay with them.
That's all he wanted.
Blin woke up from that night and got dressed. It was midnight and she needed to feed on the living dead. She didn't really want to but it was her curse as a viprine. A viprine was the original form of the vampire. They were God's children, a distinct form of Dragons. They were not supposed to feed on human blood; God told them it would bring consequences.
At the beginning of the world they were strong people, they were given the power to control more than one element in nature and were in tune with all animals around them. They were called viprines because they had similarities to vipers. They possessed snake eyes and had long fangs that possessed venom. They were cold-blooded creatures but that's not what screwed them over. One of their own betrayed their race.
As the Masters of destruction arise there was one of the viprines that wished to stop them. He fought against them and became the target for future Master. As time passed the Masters rejoined and planned to get him back. They would not kill him, no; he would suffer a fate worse than that. They tricked him into believing that they had killed his beloved wife and one of their children. He fought the one that he believed responsible. As he did he was tempted to leave him alive and suck his blood until he was dead, he did not think of the consequences.
As he took the masters last sip of blood he saw his family alive in front of him; he was tricked. He was stricken with the worst pain imaginable. He thought he was going to die as he fell unconscious. He woke up that night to find that he had no soul and blood no longer pumped through his veins. His fangs were left without venom, but in return he felt the hunger for blood, the price of defying his God. The man still roamed the earth today.
But not as the righteous man he was, but as the ones he used to fight. He gave the earth his new breed without remorse for the ones he used to protect. He turned his wife and child into his own as well, but he was not given the pleasure of seeing his two daughters become the shells without souls he wanted them to be. His daughters had children and taught them to be viprine.
His grandchildren held no sympathy for their grandfather for they knew his spirit was in heaven with the rest of his breed, but because of the one without a soul the viprines were killed and tormented as the ones believed to be without souls. On the contrary, they did have them. Because of the man they held as a hero they fought eternal damnation for his crime. As penance they fed and killed those without souls.
Blin was one of those tortured souls, the only one of her siblings to be given the gift from her mother's side. She did not think of it as a curse, but as a gift and she hoped her children were girls so they could be given the gift as well. But with this came the greatest of consequences. As the old viprines asked for forgiveness by killing the vampires and giving the souls that once lived there peace, they could not turn their backs at this sign of redemption.
"Are you going out?" Said a form from her bed groggily. She turned to see Nicholas sitting up in the bed they shared looking at her. She nodded and he shook his head.
"You should have left with Preacher if you wanted something to do"
"We don't like the same types." She replied. She knew that Preacher had her same goal but she could not risk the life of someone who wasn't of her own kind. He shook his head again.
"The price of being a viprine." Blin smiled at him, it was nice to know he cared. She gave him a passionate kiss and stayed in his arms before leaving.
"Promise me something Blin," He said now serious.
"What?"
"Don't go looking for him" He hugged her tighter. "He's not your prey. Leave him to Lunaty"
She sighed in his arms, she knew who he was talking about. She gave him another kiss before she replied. "I promise"
She got up from he spot next to Nicholas and went to the opened window. Before she left she blew Nicholas a kiss. He caught it with his hand and turned around not wanting to see her go. She left without a sound. As she roamed the land for vampires she knew what she had promised to her husband and stayed clear of the one he talked about sent.
She ran threw the forest with the speed and the grace of the animals around her. She jumped and perched herself on a branch in the highest tree she could find. She could see London and found the scents of many vampires; many of them would be her prey tonight. She also found his scent and growled at its familiarity.
"Damn you grandfather."
The price of a viprine. The price of a born night hunter.
To all who R&R: This chapter includes material about vampires and other things. Thank you all for your reviews. May you all live in happiness. Please keep reviewing.
Orion sat in the Skurai's backyard as everyone asked Everrin about her memory after the dinner that Mrs. Skurai prepared that night. He sat on a well furnished deck with a view of the hill and woods behind the house. He was happy for her of course but something bothered him. Him and Everrin being the books of demons and angels, the problem at the station, the man who came to help Everrin and even Kiara and Blin coming back without a scratch 20 minutes after they did, it was all troubling him.
He sensed someone outside with him and turned around to see the once black caped man Kiara called Preacher. He took a good look at the man sitting next to him. He wore a black dress shirt, dark blue jeans and a pair of dark brown hiking boots. He held a bear in one hand and wore a rosary on his wrist. (A/N: If anyone I know reads this. It don't got to do with moi)
"Hello" Preacher said in an American accent.
"Hello" Orion said turning around in his chair to face him.
"I here you're a Malfoy" Preacher said as he tuck a swig of his beer.
"I here you're a mysterious holy man." Orion said as he gave a pointed look at his rosary.
Preacher played with the rosary. "Oh, this? It was a present from my sister." He smiled at Orion.
"Really?" Orion said trying to be polite.
"Yes, she gave it to me after I beat up her fianc" He smiled at the memory.
Orion chuckled at the story. The man looked like a pacifist, Orion was skeptical that he could even squash a bug.
"She said my force would be better put to use giving the word of the lord." Preacher was still smiling.
"Was she right?" Orion asked.
"Yes, like always Narcissa was right" It was Preacher's turn to have a laugh. Orion didn't join in because of the shock he had. Did he just say he had a sister named Narcissa? The man in front of him looked a lot like his mother, it could be possible, but there was only one way to tell.
"If you don't mind my asking sir what's your last name?" Orion asked.
Preacher smiled and took a sip of his beer before he answered him. "First of all call me Preacher not sir and second sit down I don't know how your gonna take it"
As Orion sat Preacher took the last of his beer. "My last name is Bralen. Preacher Bralen, like your mothers maiden name."
"But my mother... she's an only child" Orion said as he slumped in his chair. "Why didn't she tell me about you?"
"The same reason Everrin's memories were erased, Orion. Your mother couldn't tell you because at the time of your birth I was already in the middle of the Dragon war. I was one of the empress' fighters. I couldn't let anyone know her family's whereabouts. We had to protect you at all costs." He looked through the glass door to the kitchen where Kiara and Everrin were washing the dishes.
"Because I'm the one of the books?" Orion looked at him. He thought that was going to be the answer. He wanted to be wrong.
"Because you're my nephew and you're not just a book. You were given the mark after birth, you weren't born with it." Preacher turned to him now and stared into Orion's eyes.
Orion turned his gaze to Everrin. She was laughing at something that Kiara said. "But we don't have the marks anymore. How can we still be the books?"
"Because the marks are still there" Orion looked at him in confusion. "Did you know that a tiger has stripes on its skin not just its fur?" Orion shook his head still confused.
"What do tigers have to do with anything?"
"Well you're like a tiger. Your mark was taken off, but it's still going to be there at the end of the day."
"It chose you over all other Dragons Orion, it chose you and Everrin for a reason." Preacher gave him a smile, which was returned. "See, I did have a point with the tiger thing."
Orion thought about what his uncle said. He had to accept what he was just told. He knew about the books but he wasn't told that he was one until the other day. On the brighter side to of his questions were answered.
"I'm gonna have to talk to my parents about you, you know?" Orion said lightening his mood. Preacher let out a rueful grin.
"As longs as you take me with you. Round to with your dad has been anticipated since the wedding." He said cracking his knuckles.
Orion walked inside saying good night to Preacher. As Orion closed the door Preacher let out a sigh of relief, he stayed there thinking like his nephew had done before. He felt like he had a family again. But he knew that he didn't deserve the feeling.
Kiara came and joined him a little while after. She didn't say anything until the sun went down. She didn't want to disturb him in his time of peace. "Did you talk to him?" She asked.
"Yeah" He sighed as he saw the sunset. He got up from his chair and put his cape back on.
"Going to work?" Kiara asked.
"Vampires don't take holidays Kiara." He put on a hat he brought with him. "Gotta beat that viprine quota. Tell Blin I'll buy her a drink tomorrow if she has a bigger slay count than I do. Ok?" And walked into the night.
Leaving the warmth of family for the feel of redemption.
The curse of a night hunter.
Everrin was brushing her hair when she heard Orion come into the room. She looked at him as he stood behind the door.
"Hey" He said.
"Hi" She walked up to him. "What's wrong?" She wrapped her arms around his neck as she asked.
"I got an uncle downstairs" He wrapped his arms around her waist. "You know, the guy who helped you get your memories back?"
"Really? He did look a lot like you." She kissed him lightly for a moment and then looked into his eyes.
"Yup, he's my mom's brother. You know what this means right?" She was now leaving a trail of kisses from his jaw to his neck.
"Nuh uh" She said looking up at him again then going back to his neck.
"I'm going to have to see my parents soon." She stopped kissing him.
"I'll go with you then." She said smiling up at him.
He smiled back. He really wanted her to go. He was speechless. All he could do to give his reply was to kiss her back.
They snogged each other for 20 minutes. They both felt tired after that. As Orion walked away to find his room a familiar hand stopped him.
"Yes Evy?" He turned around to see his beloved already in her bed.
"Please don't go," She said in a whisper.
Again he was speechless. He went to the other side of the bed and got in. As he snuggled up with her and said goodnight he hoped he got his point across.
He just wished life was always that simple.
Just being able to love someone and stay with them.
That's all he wanted.
Blin woke up from that night and got dressed. It was midnight and she needed to feed on the living dead. She didn't really want to but it was her curse as a viprine. A viprine was the original form of the vampire. They were God's children, a distinct form of Dragons. They were not supposed to feed on human blood; God told them it would bring consequences.
At the beginning of the world they were strong people, they were given the power to control more than one element in nature and were in tune with all animals around them. They were called viprines because they had similarities to vipers. They possessed snake eyes and had long fangs that possessed venom. They were cold-blooded creatures but that's not what screwed them over. One of their own betrayed their race.
As the Masters of destruction arise there was one of the viprines that wished to stop them. He fought against them and became the target for future Master. As time passed the Masters rejoined and planned to get him back. They would not kill him, no; he would suffer a fate worse than that. They tricked him into believing that they had killed his beloved wife and one of their children. He fought the one that he believed responsible. As he did he was tempted to leave him alive and suck his blood until he was dead, he did not think of the consequences.
As he took the masters last sip of blood he saw his family alive in front of him; he was tricked. He was stricken with the worst pain imaginable. He thought he was going to die as he fell unconscious. He woke up that night to find that he had no soul and blood no longer pumped through his veins. His fangs were left without venom, but in return he felt the hunger for blood, the price of defying his God. The man still roamed the earth today.
But not as the righteous man he was, but as the ones he used to fight. He gave the earth his new breed without remorse for the ones he used to protect. He turned his wife and child into his own as well, but he was not given the pleasure of seeing his two daughters become the shells without souls he wanted them to be. His daughters had children and taught them to be viprine.
His grandchildren held no sympathy for their grandfather for they knew his spirit was in heaven with the rest of his breed, but because of the one without a soul the viprines were killed and tormented as the ones believed to be without souls. On the contrary, they did have them. Because of the man they held as a hero they fought eternal damnation for his crime. As penance they fed and killed those without souls.
Blin was one of those tortured souls, the only one of her siblings to be given the gift from her mother's side. She did not think of it as a curse, but as a gift and she hoped her children were girls so they could be given the gift as well. But with this came the greatest of consequences. As the old viprines asked for forgiveness by killing the vampires and giving the souls that once lived there peace, they could not turn their backs at this sign of redemption.
"Are you going out?" Said a form from her bed groggily. She turned to see Nicholas sitting up in the bed they shared looking at her. She nodded and he shook his head.
"You should have left with Preacher if you wanted something to do"
"We don't like the same types." She replied. She knew that Preacher had her same goal but she could not risk the life of someone who wasn't of her own kind. He shook his head again.
"The price of being a viprine." Blin smiled at him, it was nice to know he cared. She gave him a passionate kiss and stayed in his arms before leaving.
"Promise me something Blin," He said now serious.
"What?"
"Don't go looking for him" He hugged her tighter. "He's not your prey. Leave him to Lunaty"
She sighed in his arms, she knew who he was talking about. She gave him another kiss before she replied. "I promise"
She got up from he spot next to Nicholas and went to the opened window. Before she left she blew Nicholas a kiss. He caught it with his hand and turned around not wanting to see her go. She left without a sound. As she roamed the land for vampires she knew what she had promised to her husband and stayed clear of the one he talked about sent.
She ran threw the forest with the speed and the grace of the animals around her. She jumped and perched herself on a branch in the highest tree she could find. She could see London and found the scents of many vampires; many of them would be her prey tonight. She also found his scent and growled at its familiarity.
"Damn you grandfather."
The price of a viprine. The price of a born night hunter.