Alright chapter three! Thank you to all who reviewed, especially the person
who put in Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. If it really was Amelia, I am touched
deeply. I was in shock that you actually enjoyed my writing. However, if it
was not Amelia, I will hunt you down. Cause that is really low, pretending
to be my favorite author. Well, thank you as well to Neveada, ShadowBlaze,
The Mouth of Sauron, moonlitdemon, and liz. I really do like this story and
I am glad you do as well. Beginning of this is a memory, one of my odd
writing styles. Enjoy!
Krikoris
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"Oww!" I whined as I stepped away from something that rammed itself into my stomach. I reached out and felt the cool yet somewhat rough surface on my fingertips. I then moved my hands the opposite direction on the surface and I felt how much rougher it felt then the other way.
"Do you remember what that is?" My master's voice questioned behind me as he watched me gently stroke the table. I didn't know it was a table. I have only begun to try to guide myself around here two days ago. Master Jaguar had caught me running into something and said that was no way to learn. Ever since then, he had taken time to help me.
I was only 5 years old, I wasn't expected to know everything. Slowly, I leaned down until my nose was up against what I had walked into. I took a deep inhale of the scent and was greeted with a sweet yet natural scent that seemed to make my head spin. I heard Jaguar chuckle behind me and it caused me to smirk. Slowly I carefully traced the object from top to bottom, and began to guess. "It's a table." Anything that had four long things to hold it up and had a long flat top was a table. Or at least as far as I had experienced.
"Good girl," he replied simply before he scooped me up into his arms. I was shocked by the instant movement in which I had no warning of. At first I struggled and whimpered but he hissed at me to be silent.
"Jaguar," came a voice that I have learned to cower from. I had heard people beaten by this vampiress, and they have never been the same. That voice was kind and sweet, but I knew it was just a trick. Although not intended. People with sight could see the evilness behind that voice, but you see, the thing was that I couldn't see. I would just have to trust my Master. Not like I wouldn't do that anyway.
"Jeshickah," he greeted almost as casually, although I could hear protection edging his tone. Protection for me, I knew. Sure, I was young, but Midnight children grew up much fast than free bloods. And if we were stupid, we were dead.
"You should wash your hands after your done with that," she advised him as she came closer and slowly looked me over. I could tell she thought of me as an insect. I wished to cuddle up closer to Jaguar, but I kept still. Who knew where her strike would come from.
The hair. Always the hair. She yanked my hair back and I whimpered. Jaguar winced but could do nothing. "There is no point of looking into her eyes Jeshickah," I heard Master tell her as she pulled on my hair, "she isn't capable of glaring back." That was true, but the vampiress tugged by hair harsher as if I had been the one to say it.
"She would be breedable if she could see," she finally said, her spittle hitting my face. I made no move to wipe it away. Shockingly, Jaguar did it for me.
"And a few more years older too," he added, a hint of humor creeping across his tone. Then I heard another smack, but it had not hit my flesh. Jaguar's body jerked slightly and I realized who had been struck.
"I still own you kitten." The vampiress snapped before giving my hair one last sharp tug before I heard her sadistically walking away. I jumped at a drip of a warm liquid on my lips. I whimpered and wiped it away as fast as I could. Then, curious, I slowly moved my pale puny fingers up his smooth skin until I felt the warm liquid again.
"Are you hurt?" I asked him quietly, both of my hands where his wound had been. I knew he had healed because that was just what his kind did. My head still hurt and I knew it would hurt for quite awhile. His kind, the vampires, could have their hair pulled and just get mad, not feel any pain afterward.
"I am fine," he answered before his one huge hand encased the pair of mine. "Please do not soil your beautiful hands with the blood of the damned." When he kissed my forehead, he set me back down and put my hands out in front of me. "Now, let's continue."
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"Tanasee?" I pulled my mind away from the brief recollection of my past. Of course, my memories are just words and feelings, not colors. I am still confused on why I cannot dream colors. Just because my eyes do not work does not mean my mind cannot compute them. Am I retarded somehow?
"Sorry," I muttered before I stuck my hands into the almost pain searing hot water. I winced, but grabbed MY sponge before I began to work. My sponge was different from Andrew's. He tells me mine is a greenish color while his is blue, but that helps me how? Mine has a softer touch to it, considering his feels brand new. He never gets to wash dishes. Why would someone who can't see try to dry and put away dishes?
"You look weird when you just daze off like that." He knew that hurt and he also knew he was stupid enough as to not think what he said over at least twice. "I mean, you never move, you look like you are watching something that isn't there." I suppressed a comment and gripped something.
"Ouch!" I jerked my hand out of the soapy sink and Andrew cursed. I felt pain shooting through my hand and I heard the dripping of water and soap on the ground. There was something else I smelled in the air. It was mingled with the mint scented soap. That smell was what hit my nostrils everytime Gabriel breathed on me as he beat me, right after he fed.
It was blood. My own blood. And I could feel it sliding down my fingers. It was denser than the water or soap. "I cut my hand Andrew," I said as if it I saw it with my own eyes. No complaining was in my tone. I never complained. Complaining makes you weak, or so I have learned.
Soon there was a towel wrapped tightly around my hand and I felt the pruney fingers of Andrew course up and down my arm. "Tanasee, we should go and bandage this up properly. I'll do the dishes by myself." I then felt his arm wrap around my shoulder and we began leaving the kitchen.
"Andrew watch out for the...."
"Ouch!"
"Table." I had to conceal a pressuring giggle. But it came out anyway. A loud, echoing laugh. I felt Andrew's arm leave mine and I heard a thump, more of a crack. A moment later I felt someone's hand come across my cheek. I fell to my knees, right next to Andrew no doubt.
"Shut up you defect."
I had no purpose as to look up. I knew that voice from my most recent memory flashback. The same voice of course. And the same pain. "I'm sorry Mistress Jeshickah," I said, my voice not sounding truely sorry. I felt a boot come down on my back and I was pushed down almost so far that I felt the cold floor on the tip of my nose.
"What did you say you retard?" I hated the word retard. I was not a retard, I preferred the word defect.
" She said 'Sorry Mistress Jeshickah'," I heard Andrew reply before I could, which brought tears of shock. He never stood up for me before, and here he was, standing up for me to Jeshickah. I was speechless.
Or I was until I heard the snap from next to me. And a moan of pain. But not from my lips, from Andrew's. I let out a gasp of surprise as I felt an iron grip latch onto my bun and pull me to my feet. "Look what you made me do." The vampiress snapped before she let her fangs pierce my skin.
Pain. That word was an understatement. Never in my life have I felt so much pain. I was suffocating, I let out a piercing scream out of my own surprise. Never in my life had I screamed that loud. Below me, I heard Andrew's moan of pain. I was afraid of what she did to him.
The next thing I knew, I was in someone else's arms. Muscular, bare skinned arms. My Master had come to protect me. "She is not a blooding," I heard Master Jaguar growl at Jeshickah, but I was still in some pain. My head ached and it felt as if I had just been beaten for hours.
"She is insubordinate." Andrew's suppressed groan underlayed Jeshickah's reply. Another kick from her and he fell silent. I knew better than to say anything.
"Gabriel would not like it if you ruined his favorite male pet." I winced. Jaguar always called us pets around other vampires. Warmth filled my body and I slipped into sleep with one simple word from Jaguar's mind. 'Sleep'.
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Many apologizes for that being short. Was it short? I can't really recall. Anyway, please review!
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Krikoris
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"Oww!" I whined as I stepped away from something that rammed itself into my stomach. I reached out and felt the cool yet somewhat rough surface on my fingertips. I then moved my hands the opposite direction on the surface and I felt how much rougher it felt then the other way.
"Do you remember what that is?" My master's voice questioned behind me as he watched me gently stroke the table. I didn't know it was a table. I have only begun to try to guide myself around here two days ago. Master Jaguar had caught me running into something and said that was no way to learn. Ever since then, he had taken time to help me.
I was only 5 years old, I wasn't expected to know everything. Slowly, I leaned down until my nose was up against what I had walked into. I took a deep inhale of the scent and was greeted with a sweet yet natural scent that seemed to make my head spin. I heard Jaguar chuckle behind me and it caused me to smirk. Slowly I carefully traced the object from top to bottom, and began to guess. "It's a table." Anything that had four long things to hold it up and had a long flat top was a table. Or at least as far as I had experienced.
"Good girl," he replied simply before he scooped me up into his arms. I was shocked by the instant movement in which I had no warning of. At first I struggled and whimpered but he hissed at me to be silent.
"Jaguar," came a voice that I have learned to cower from. I had heard people beaten by this vampiress, and they have never been the same. That voice was kind and sweet, but I knew it was just a trick. Although not intended. People with sight could see the evilness behind that voice, but you see, the thing was that I couldn't see. I would just have to trust my Master. Not like I wouldn't do that anyway.
"Jeshickah," he greeted almost as casually, although I could hear protection edging his tone. Protection for me, I knew. Sure, I was young, but Midnight children grew up much fast than free bloods. And if we were stupid, we were dead.
"You should wash your hands after your done with that," she advised him as she came closer and slowly looked me over. I could tell she thought of me as an insect. I wished to cuddle up closer to Jaguar, but I kept still. Who knew where her strike would come from.
The hair. Always the hair. She yanked my hair back and I whimpered. Jaguar winced but could do nothing. "There is no point of looking into her eyes Jeshickah," I heard Master tell her as she pulled on my hair, "she isn't capable of glaring back." That was true, but the vampiress tugged by hair harsher as if I had been the one to say it.
"She would be breedable if she could see," she finally said, her spittle hitting my face. I made no move to wipe it away. Shockingly, Jaguar did it for me.
"And a few more years older too," he added, a hint of humor creeping across his tone. Then I heard another smack, but it had not hit my flesh. Jaguar's body jerked slightly and I realized who had been struck.
"I still own you kitten." The vampiress snapped before giving my hair one last sharp tug before I heard her sadistically walking away. I jumped at a drip of a warm liquid on my lips. I whimpered and wiped it away as fast as I could. Then, curious, I slowly moved my pale puny fingers up his smooth skin until I felt the warm liquid again.
"Are you hurt?" I asked him quietly, both of my hands where his wound had been. I knew he had healed because that was just what his kind did. My head still hurt and I knew it would hurt for quite awhile. His kind, the vampires, could have their hair pulled and just get mad, not feel any pain afterward.
"I am fine," he answered before his one huge hand encased the pair of mine. "Please do not soil your beautiful hands with the blood of the damned." When he kissed my forehead, he set me back down and put my hands out in front of me. "Now, let's continue."
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"Tanasee?" I pulled my mind away from the brief recollection of my past. Of course, my memories are just words and feelings, not colors. I am still confused on why I cannot dream colors. Just because my eyes do not work does not mean my mind cannot compute them. Am I retarded somehow?
"Sorry," I muttered before I stuck my hands into the almost pain searing hot water. I winced, but grabbed MY sponge before I began to work. My sponge was different from Andrew's. He tells me mine is a greenish color while his is blue, but that helps me how? Mine has a softer touch to it, considering his feels brand new. He never gets to wash dishes. Why would someone who can't see try to dry and put away dishes?
"You look weird when you just daze off like that." He knew that hurt and he also knew he was stupid enough as to not think what he said over at least twice. "I mean, you never move, you look like you are watching something that isn't there." I suppressed a comment and gripped something.
"Ouch!" I jerked my hand out of the soapy sink and Andrew cursed. I felt pain shooting through my hand and I heard the dripping of water and soap on the ground. There was something else I smelled in the air. It was mingled with the mint scented soap. That smell was what hit my nostrils everytime Gabriel breathed on me as he beat me, right after he fed.
It was blood. My own blood. And I could feel it sliding down my fingers. It was denser than the water or soap. "I cut my hand Andrew," I said as if it I saw it with my own eyes. No complaining was in my tone. I never complained. Complaining makes you weak, or so I have learned.
Soon there was a towel wrapped tightly around my hand and I felt the pruney fingers of Andrew course up and down my arm. "Tanasee, we should go and bandage this up properly. I'll do the dishes by myself." I then felt his arm wrap around my shoulder and we began leaving the kitchen.
"Andrew watch out for the...."
"Ouch!"
"Table." I had to conceal a pressuring giggle. But it came out anyway. A loud, echoing laugh. I felt Andrew's arm leave mine and I heard a thump, more of a crack. A moment later I felt someone's hand come across my cheek. I fell to my knees, right next to Andrew no doubt.
"Shut up you defect."
I had no purpose as to look up. I knew that voice from my most recent memory flashback. The same voice of course. And the same pain. "I'm sorry Mistress Jeshickah," I said, my voice not sounding truely sorry. I felt a boot come down on my back and I was pushed down almost so far that I felt the cold floor on the tip of my nose.
"What did you say you retard?" I hated the word retard. I was not a retard, I preferred the word defect.
" She said 'Sorry Mistress Jeshickah'," I heard Andrew reply before I could, which brought tears of shock. He never stood up for me before, and here he was, standing up for me to Jeshickah. I was speechless.
Or I was until I heard the snap from next to me. And a moan of pain. But not from my lips, from Andrew's. I let out a gasp of surprise as I felt an iron grip latch onto my bun and pull me to my feet. "Look what you made me do." The vampiress snapped before she let her fangs pierce my skin.
Pain. That word was an understatement. Never in my life have I felt so much pain. I was suffocating, I let out a piercing scream out of my own surprise. Never in my life had I screamed that loud. Below me, I heard Andrew's moan of pain. I was afraid of what she did to him.
The next thing I knew, I was in someone else's arms. Muscular, bare skinned arms. My Master had come to protect me. "She is not a blooding," I heard Master Jaguar growl at Jeshickah, but I was still in some pain. My head ached and it felt as if I had just been beaten for hours.
"She is insubordinate." Andrew's suppressed groan underlayed Jeshickah's reply. Another kick from her and he fell silent. I knew better than to say anything.
"Gabriel would not like it if you ruined his favorite male pet." I winced. Jaguar always called us pets around other vampires. Warmth filled my body and I slipped into sleep with one simple word from Jaguar's mind. 'Sleep'.
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Many apologizes for that being short. Was it short? I can't really recall. Anyway, please review!
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