Yep, this is the next chapter. Finally huh? Yeah, well frankly, I got bored
so I will make a long rambing author's note to the reviewers thus far.
Gothendergirl666- Yay! The story is wonderful! And as for how I got a review, I did nothing.
Wolfinthestars- Believe me, writing in writer's block takes so much more time. It must take me an hour at least to write a full page when I am WBed. I myself find Katama rather fascinating, I hope that we learn more about where she is now....
Harmony of Dissonance- What does dissonance mean? Hehe, just a random comment. Yes, well, I have not written anything of this genre in two months as well, so we are all in the same boat now aren't we?
Ahar- I must embarrasingly say that when I got your first review, I screamed and ran into my kitchen while tears stung my eyes. My mom said 'What happened? Did you hurt yourself?' Yes, good times my...friend, good times. Anyway, I would love to see you plea, but frankly, that would be just mean. And if you would ever wish me to IM or email you, perhaps an email in order to contact you would be quite spiffy. Oh goddess...I said spiffy. Look what you made me do!
Ahem. (EVERYTIME I SAY THAT, IT REMINDS ME OF UMBRIDGE!! DIE UMBRIDGE DIE MUAHAHAHA! *coughs polietly*) Yes, well, enjoy this chapter. Apologizes if it isnt as good as the last few, I forced wrote some of it to get the words flowing, and I did not even know what I wrote until I finished. Probably due to the fact that I was listening to my FAVORITE song at the moment. 'Everybody's Fool' by Evanescence baby! You must listen! Anyway, enjoy.
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The next week or so went on as uneventful as usual. My hand got better and I returned to scrubbing the dishes, although I also had to dry and put them away. Andrew was still unable to do his job, and so he just sat in the kitchen and kept me company. Which was nice. I don't have company very often.
"Do you think that if you were changed, your eyes would get better?" He asked me as I slid a plate into the shelf. My body tensed at the question and I almost dropped the porcelin object, but was able to keep a grip on it before closing the cabinet door.
"A peculiar question," was my first comment before I actually let myself think about it. "I don't see why you would ask that Andrew, the question is rather uncalled for."
I moved to go and dry off more dishes when he kept pushing. "I mean, vampiric blood, when it enters a human body, perfects it right?" I gave him no answer, for I was thinking the very same thing. "So if you were changed, wouldn't the vampiric blood fix your eyes?"
Forcing myself to shug, I continued my work. Many times I had thought of that very question, and I got the same answer. It's never been done Tanasee, so the question is unanswerable.
"Tanasee?" A new voice entered the room and I instantly recognized it as the vampire named Nathaniel. After the conversation I had recalled that Nathaniel was a vampire who sold slaves to Jeshickah and Katama. Which brought the connection between him and Katama, but why would they want to destroy Midnight? Their lives flourished behind its walls.
"Yes milord?" I found no purpose in actually turning around but I did so anyway. It was just plain old rude to keep your back to a vampire.
"I'd like to speak with you for a brief moment." I heard Andrew take in a sharp breath but he said no more. Most likely Nathaniel had sent him a glare of death.
"Yes milord," I answered as I walked out of the room, most likely past the vampire. I really did not like vampires at my back, except for Jaguar. He would not hurt me, but this Nathaniel vampire might. For all I knew, he was going to kill me since I heard his conversation.
"I believe that you are...aware of a conversation that occured about a week or so ago, am I correct?" Fear began to build down deep inside of me as if a balloon threatening to explode. "I won't hurt you." Would a slave trust a vampire whom was not their master? Never. It was wrong to even trust your master, for they could take that trust and crumble it beneath their shoes.
I was thrusted against a wall, a small squeak of surprise escaping me as my head made contact with the wall. "Damn it you blind piece of dirt, I'm not going to hurt you!"
"I believe, milord," I whispered, surprising even myself. I never responded to such words. Truly come to think about it, I was never told that I was not going to be injured, so I wouldn't really know if I would respond to them the same. "That you just did."
His hands did not move, but I did feel his lips caress my neck for a brief moment. He could hear all I thought, sense all I felt, but he could not influence my speech. I knew perfectly well that he knew that I had heard his conversation, but I suppose that he wanted to hear it from me like a good slave would.
"Answer my question Tanasee, do not make me beat such a simple response out of you." Oh no, I did not wish to be beaten so soon after my hand healed. Andrew was still incapable of doing out joint work, who would do all of it? If we didn't, we would be beaten...
"Yes milord, I did hear you," I finally whispered just as his fingers wrapped themselves into my hair. For a moment, neither of us moved, but it was he that made the first move by removing himself from my hair.
"You must know that Jeshickah cannot find out about such, are you aware of this?" I nodded my head instantly. It made perfect sense: Jeshickah ruled Midnight, and she would kill all those who even thought of destroying this place.
"You can't destroy my home," I told him quietly. Quickly I added, "Milord." It was not much of a surprise when Nathaniel laughed. A home, or so I was told, is a place where you love to go to, where you sleep, eat, and play with a little thing called a dog named Spot. I slept here, and ate. It was close enough for me.
"You will die by the age of thirty if not younger Tanasee," the vampire told me slowly, letting the words hit me with the same amount of calmness. "Jeshickah will find some way to make you weak so you can be culled. A blind slave is a slap in the face of the image of the perfect slave. Jaguar will not be able to protect you for much longer. You are of breeding age, and you are a breath-taking specimen..." His fingers traced down my cheek slowly, "Don't get me wrong on that. And I heard that Jaguar was contemplating with breeding you with your little friend. But the point of that fact is, you have an imperfection. A very visible one indeed.
"You will die Tanasee if Midnight is not destroyed. Jaguar does not speak of you, but you are not like his other slaves." I was briefly flattered by his comment, but he was quickly back onto the subject. "I find myself straying.....Oh yes. Jaguar must not know of this, no one."
"I cannot hide my mind from my master milord." This seemed to prove as a problem to the vampire, for he made a sound such as 'HmmmhmmMmmmPshh.'
"Yes, well, that is something that I will leave for you to figure out." His lips grazed mine for a brief moment before he kissed my neck. Unlike Gabriel, Nathaniel's touch was soft and gentle, not lustful and rough. My eyes fluttered at his touch, my body leaning into his.
A moment or so went by of us in that position, his lips nibbling at my neck but his fangs never piercing the skin. Slowly, he pulled away, but not without one more kiss on my lips. "I will speak with you later." And with that, he was gone. My body fell forwards slightly at his sudden dissapearence, but I quickly righted myself, my fingers tracing over the skin where he had been kissing. It was warm, and I shivered.
A vampire kissed me. Not just any vampire, but Nathaniel. Jeshickah's fledgling, a influential vampire of Midnight. I was thoroughly disgusted and deeply embarrased all at once.
Shaking my head as I ran my fingers through my hair, I carefully made my way back into the kitchen, not knowing how I was going to hide my mind from the one vampire who I was used to searching in there.
Wait, Jaguar wanted to breed me with me with Andrew?!
I stumbled slightly, only preventing a fall by being caught in someone's arms. Not just anybody's, Andrew's. I felt my cheeks go warm as I slowly righted myself once more. "Are you ok Tanasee? Your cheeks are a bit red and...." I heard him growl for the first time as his fingers caressed the warm spot of skin where Nathaniel had kissed me. "He..."
"No Andrew, nothing offensive was commited during our brief moment. He merely wanted to speak to me about an incident involving Gabriel a few days ago. Nothing of any importance." Forcing myself to move slowly, I made my way back towards the sink and resumed my work. If I didn't do it, I would be beaten severely if not be killed. Then again, from what Nathaniel spoke of, I was going to die anyway. Should I let Jaguar know and most likely cause Nathaniel his immortal life, or should I keep it hidden and let Midnight, my only home, fall?
Choices, choices.
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I know, stupid ending. Apologizes. Yes, well, reviews are always appreciated, and I must apologize for not updating earlier....
Krikoris
Gothendergirl666- Yay! The story is wonderful! And as for how I got a review, I did nothing.
Wolfinthestars- Believe me, writing in writer's block takes so much more time. It must take me an hour at least to write a full page when I am WBed. I myself find Katama rather fascinating, I hope that we learn more about where she is now....
Harmony of Dissonance- What does dissonance mean? Hehe, just a random comment. Yes, well, I have not written anything of this genre in two months as well, so we are all in the same boat now aren't we?
Ahar- I must embarrasingly say that when I got your first review, I screamed and ran into my kitchen while tears stung my eyes. My mom said 'What happened? Did you hurt yourself?' Yes, good times my...friend, good times. Anyway, I would love to see you plea, but frankly, that would be just mean. And if you would ever wish me to IM or email you, perhaps an email in order to contact you would be quite spiffy. Oh goddess...I said spiffy. Look what you made me do!
Ahem. (EVERYTIME I SAY THAT, IT REMINDS ME OF UMBRIDGE!! DIE UMBRIDGE DIE MUAHAHAHA! *coughs polietly*) Yes, well, enjoy this chapter. Apologizes if it isnt as good as the last few, I forced wrote some of it to get the words flowing, and I did not even know what I wrote until I finished. Probably due to the fact that I was listening to my FAVORITE song at the moment. 'Everybody's Fool' by Evanescence baby! You must listen! Anyway, enjoy.
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The next week or so went on as uneventful as usual. My hand got better and I returned to scrubbing the dishes, although I also had to dry and put them away. Andrew was still unable to do his job, and so he just sat in the kitchen and kept me company. Which was nice. I don't have company very often.
"Do you think that if you were changed, your eyes would get better?" He asked me as I slid a plate into the shelf. My body tensed at the question and I almost dropped the porcelin object, but was able to keep a grip on it before closing the cabinet door.
"A peculiar question," was my first comment before I actually let myself think about it. "I don't see why you would ask that Andrew, the question is rather uncalled for."
I moved to go and dry off more dishes when he kept pushing. "I mean, vampiric blood, when it enters a human body, perfects it right?" I gave him no answer, for I was thinking the very same thing. "So if you were changed, wouldn't the vampiric blood fix your eyes?"
Forcing myself to shug, I continued my work. Many times I had thought of that very question, and I got the same answer. It's never been done Tanasee, so the question is unanswerable.
"Tanasee?" A new voice entered the room and I instantly recognized it as the vampire named Nathaniel. After the conversation I had recalled that Nathaniel was a vampire who sold slaves to Jeshickah and Katama. Which brought the connection between him and Katama, but why would they want to destroy Midnight? Their lives flourished behind its walls.
"Yes milord?" I found no purpose in actually turning around but I did so anyway. It was just plain old rude to keep your back to a vampire.
"I'd like to speak with you for a brief moment." I heard Andrew take in a sharp breath but he said no more. Most likely Nathaniel had sent him a glare of death.
"Yes milord," I answered as I walked out of the room, most likely past the vampire. I really did not like vampires at my back, except for Jaguar. He would not hurt me, but this Nathaniel vampire might. For all I knew, he was going to kill me since I heard his conversation.
"I believe that you are...aware of a conversation that occured about a week or so ago, am I correct?" Fear began to build down deep inside of me as if a balloon threatening to explode. "I won't hurt you." Would a slave trust a vampire whom was not their master? Never. It was wrong to even trust your master, for they could take that trust and crumble it beneath their shoes.
I was thrusted against a wall, a small squeak of surprise escaping me as my head made contact with the wall. "Damn it you blind piece of dirt, I'm not going to hurt you!"
"I believe, milord," I whispered, surprising even myself. I never responded to such words. Truly come to think about it, I was never told that I was not going to be injured, so I wouldn't really know if I would respond to them the same. "That you just did."
His hands did not move, but I did feel his lips caress my neck for a brief moment. He could hear all I thought, sense all I felt, but he could not influence my speech. I knew perfectly well that he knew that I had heard his conversation, but I suppose that he wanted to hear it from me like a good slave would.
"Answer my question Tanasee, do not make me beat such a simple response out of you." Oh no, I did not wish to be beaten so soon after my hand healed. Andrew was still incapable of doing out joint work, who would do all of it? If we didn't, we would be beaten...
"Yes milord, I did hear you," I finally whispered just as his fingers wrapped themselves into my hair. For a moment, neither of us moved, but it was he that made the first move by removing himself from my hair.
"You must know that Jeshickah cannot find out about such, are you aware of this?" I nodded my head instantly. It made perfect sense: Jeshickah ruled Midnight, and she would kill all those who even thought of destroying this place.
"You can't destroy my home," I told him quietly. Quickly I added, "Milord." It was not much of a surprise when Nathaniel laughed. A home, or so I was told, is a place where you love to go to, where you sleep, eat, and play with a little thing called a dog named Spot. I slept here, and ate. It was close enough for me.
"You will die by the age of thirty if not younger Tanasee," the vampire told me slowly, letting the words hit me with the same amount of calmness. "Jeshickah will find some way to make you weak so you can be culled. A blind slave is a slap in the face of the image of the perfect slave. Jaguar will not be able to protect you for much longer. You are of breeding age, and you are a breath-taking specimen..." His fingers traced down my cheek slowly, "Don't get me wrong on that. And I heard that Jaguar was contemplating with breeding you with your little friend. But the point of that fact is, you have an imperfection. A very visible one indeed.
"You will die Tanasee if Midnight is not destroyed. Jaguar does not speak of you, but you are not like his other slaves." I was briefly flattered by his comment, but he was quickly back onto the subject. "I find myself straying.....Oh yes. Jaguar must not know of this, no one."
"I cannot hide my mind from my master milord." This seemed to prove as a problem to the vampire, for he made a sound such as 'HmmmhmmMmmmPshh.'
"Yes, well, that is something that I will leave for you to figure out." His lips grazed mine for a brief moment before he kissed my neck. Unlike Gabriel, Nathaniel's touch was soft and gentle, not lustful and rough. My eyes fluttered at his touch, my body leaning into his.
A moment or so went by of us in that position, his lips nibbling at my neck but his fangs never piercing the skin. Slowly, he pulled away, but not without one more kiss on my lips. "I will speak with you later." And with that, he was gone. My body fell forwards slightly at his sudden dissapearence, but I quickly righted myself, my fingers tracing over the skin where he had been kissing. It was warm, and I shivered.
A vampire kissed me. Not just any vampire, but Nathaniel. Jeshickah's fledgling, a influential vampire of Midnight. I was thoroughly disgusted and deeply embarrased all at once.
Shaking my head as I ran my fingers through my hair, I carefully made my way back into the kitchen, not knowing how I was going to hide my mind from the one vampire who I was used to searching in there.
Wait, Jaguar wanted to breed me with me with Andrew?!
I stumbled slightly, only preventing a fall by being caught in someone's arms. Not just anybody's, Andrew's. I felt my cheeks go warm as I slowly righted myself once more. "Are you ok Tanasee? Your cheeks are a bit red and...." I heard him growl for the first time as his fingers caressed the warm spot of skin where Nathaniel had kissed me. "He..."
"No Andrew, nothing offensive was commited during our brief moment. He merely wanted to speak to me about an incident involving Gabriel a few days ago. Nothing of any importance." Forcing myself to move slowly, I made my way back towards the sink and resumed my work. If I didn't do it, I would be beaten severely if not be killed. Then again, from what Nathaniel spoke of, I was going to die anyway. Should I let Jaguar know and most likely cause Nathaniel his immortal life, or should I keep it hidden and let Midnight, my only home, fall?
Choices, choices.
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I know, stupid ending. Apologizes. Yes, well, reviews are always appreciated, and I must apologize for not updating earlier....
Krikoris