A/N: I got a request to update this, and I was at the moment thinking about
writing another chapter, so here it is I guess. I had another one started
but it got lost (damn you!). Thank you to all my reviewers for doing what
they do best (quote from Pirates, sorta, just thought you should know). For
Amelia, if you read this, heard you were busy, I'd love to help out with
anything possible. If that isnt possible, just wanted to say hi and hope
you dont eat yourself out of confusion (Hawksong came out the day before my
b-day, and I got it in the mail the next day, best gift ever I must say.
And college must be really hard....).
Yeah well, this chapter is a bit different, and I'm totally cautious on this cause this isn't my character. He's my favorite character in the books (besides Eric and Christopher...and Zane). Yeah, this is in Nathaniel's POV, and I'm a bit afraid to do this....I tried to be as IC as possible...........-laughs nervously- Enjoy...
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I let myself lounge in my room as my mind contemplated over the last few days. It wasn't that hard really, my memory was more or less perfect. Most vampires' are. It's one of our many appealing aspects. A small grin crept on my lips at the thought of that. Perhaps it's only appealing to those who don't have it. It's certainly isn't good for the ones who have memories that they wish to forget. That stupid grin faded at the thought of that. I had too many memories I wanted to get rid of; they became the only things I came to think of.
I'd admit to anyone who wouldn't kill me for saying it, but I have good reasons to burn this damn place to the ground. Many of them were shared with the others who decided to assist Katama and me, but just as many were not. I couldn't care less about how the humans were being treated. Or how they were force-bred, which only resulted in screwed up babies.
I just wanted this place burned for mainly two reasons: Midnight held my whole history, and I wasn't too fond of it. That, and I was bored. Sure, in my line of work, there was rarely any boredom compared to most other careers, but over the past decade or so, I have become thoroughly bored out of my mind.
Destroying this place would not kill any vampires, to my disgust. I was never quite fond of Gabriel, or Jaguar for that matter. My blood brother definately not on the top of my list of allies, then again nor was he in the same position on the list of enemies. He was one of the best trainers that Midnight has to 'offer', but he was weak. In simply one place I will admit, but it indeed was an obvious one.
That slave Tanasee sure dug deep in Jaguar's mind. Being the only defected slave to my knowledge was enough of an unintentional accomplish, but to be hand raised by Jaguar De Fiaro and not to be murdered behind his back by Jeshickah? That girl was walking on paper thin glass day by day, yet she seemed to be lighter than even air and guide herself harmlessly over the obstacle.
Curse that girl for getting my reluctant respect. I wish I could slip by impossible tasks such as that so easily. Then again, sight is the easiest sense to fool......
"Nathaniel, sleeping on the job are we?" The phrase was unfamiliar to me, which was the only reason why I opened my eyes to look at vampiress. I had many jobs at the moment, but they weren't the sort you were able so sleep on.....oh wait, some of my slaves were rather attractive.....
"I'm not sleeping on anyone," I managed to mumble in my vampirically flawless voice. Not to my surprise, it was still smooth and articulated, even if I attempted to mutter obscenities under my breath. Then again, I don't have to breathe in the first place, which eliminates that method....
"Only an expression child." My throat constricted a growl at the unneeded title. To my hidden relief, it stayed down. Now was not a time to argue with your main ally. Especially if that ally was capable of pinning this whole ordeal on me. No one would question the eldest founder of Midnight. "What were you thinking about Nathaniel?"
At first I did not wish to respond, so I did not for a moment or two. Then I realized that Jaguar and Jeshickah could be watching me get clawed to death by that damn cat out in the courtyard if I did not tell Katama that part one of my plan was complete. I knew that telling Jaguar's favored slave my plan to destroy Jaguar's one place where he held power would not go over well....
"I told Tanasee that I was burning this place down." I did not elaborate further than that, there was no need to. The seducing was left out with the minor details because it was simply that. Seduction was my art. I felt nothing as my lips caressed over her skin. Besides, the experience helped her mind melt into nothing; exactly how I needed it at that moment.
"Finally," the vampiress sighed with exaggerated relief. Hearing that, my eyes closed again. I doubt Katama came in here for an actual reason; the slaves must have bored her. You'd think that that one named.....she liked to call him Adrian I believe, would be enough to keep her occupied. That poor excuse of a creature was literally the mouse in the cat's mouth; broken bones, spirit, and all.
"You're reason for coming in here?" I finally asked, becoming slightly aggitated by her presence. Her aura slipped over mine with a hint of seduction, but I pushed it away and let my hands slide under my head. I could hear her smile, if it was possible. "If not," I added boldy. "Get the Hell out."
The smile was gone within a moment, and I could feel the surprise in the air. 'You're finally growng a backbone child,' the vampiress's voice slid across my mind as I heard the door to my room open slowly. 'Maybe you were worth killing.' Her silent words flared my anger, and before I was aware of such, I was sitting up, my eyes connected with hers. My mind slashed out and struck hers, causing her to jump just slightly. I knew I was no where near her power level, but my vampiric instincts were not too developed yet, even after all these years.
Katama simply stared at me with a calculated stare. "I can see why Jeshickah thought you to be...." My glare intensified, silencing her words. "To answer your question child, I simply wanted to get a rise out of you." As she closed the door she added. "I was bored. All this planning bores me."
Once the door was closed and I felt her aura leave my skin, I simply laid back and resumed my drifting thoughts. And before I was aware of it, my mind slipped off into uncoinsiousness.
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A/N: Was it ok?......I tried to get into his character but....there wasnt many places in order to examine his personality of the present day, let alone his original Midnight self.....please review and tell me what you thought.
Krikoris
Yeah well, this chapter is a bit different, and I'm totally cautious on this cause this isn't my character. He's my favorite character in the books (besides Eric and Christopher...and Zane). Yeah, this is in Nathaniel's POV, and I'm a bit afraid to do this....I tried to be as IC as possible...........-laughs nervously- Enjoy...
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I let myself lounge in my room as my mind contemplated over the last few days. It wasn't that hard really, my memory was more or less perfect. Most vampires' are. It's one of our many appealing aspects. A small grin crept on my lips at the thought of that. Perhaps it's only appealing to those who don't have it. It's certainly isn't good for the ones who have memories that they wish to forget. That stupid grin faded at the thought of that. I had too many memories I wanted to get rid of; they became the only things I came to think of.
I'd admit to anyone who wouldn't kill me for saying it, but I have good reasons to burn this damn place to the ground. Many of them were shared with the others who decided to assist Katama and me, but just as many were not. I couldn't care less about how the humans were being treated. Or how they were force-bred, which only resulted in screwed up babies.
I just wanted this place burned for mainly two reasons: Midnight held my whole history, and I wasn't too fond of it. That, and I was bored. Sure, in my line of work, there was rarely any boredom compared to most other careers, but over the past decade or so, I have become thoroughly bored out of my mind.
Destroying this place would not kill any vampires, to my disgust. I was never quite fond of Gabriel, or Jaguar for that matter. My blood brother definately not on the top of my list of allies, then again nor was he in the same position on the list of enemies. He was one of the best trainers that Midnight has to 'offer', but he was weak. In simply one place I will admit, but it indeed was an obvious one.
That slave Tanasee sure dug deep in Jaguar's mind. Being the only defected slave to my knowledge was enough of an unintentional accomplish, but to be hand raised by Jaguar De Fiaro and not to be murdered behind his back by Jeshickah? That girl was walking on paper thin glass day by day, yet she seemed to be lighter than even air and guide herself harmlessly over the obstacle.
Curse that girl for getting my reluctant respect. I wish I could slip by impossible tasks such as that so easily. Then again, sight is the easiest sense to fool......
"Nathaniel, sleeping on the job are we?" The phrase was unfamiliar to me, which was the only reason why I opened my eyes to look at vampiress. I had many jobs at the moment, but they weren't the sort you were able so sleep on.....oh wait, some of my slaves were rather attractive.....
"I'm not sleeping on anyone," I managed to mumble in my vampirically flawless voice. Not to my surprise, it was still smooth and articulated, even if I attempted to mutter obscenities under my breath. Then again, I don't have to breathe in the first place, which eliminates that method....
"Only an expression child." My throat constricted a growl at the unneeded title. To my hidden relief, it stayed down. Now was not a time to argue with your main ally. Especially if that ally was capable of pinning this whole ordeal on me. No one would question the eldest founder of Midnight. "What were you thinking about Nathaniel?"
At first I did not wish to respond, so I did not for a moment or two. Then I realized that Jaguar and Jeshickah could be watching me get clawed to death by that damn cat out in the courtyard if I did not tell Katama that part one of my plan was complete. I knew that telling Jaguar's favored slave my plan to destroy Jaguar's one place where he held power would not go over well....
"I told Tanasee that I was burning this place down." I did not elaborate further than that, there was no need to. The seducing was left out with the minor details because it was simply that. Seduction was my art. I felt nothing as my lips caressed over her skin. Besides, the experience helped her mind melt into nothing; exactly how I needed it at that moment.
"Finally," the vampiress sighed with exaggerated relief. Hearing that, my eyes closed again. I doubt Katama came in here for an actual reason; the slaves must have bored her. You'd think that that one named.....she liked to call him Adrian I believe, would be enough to keep her occupied. That poor excuse of a creature was literally the mouse in the cat's mouth; broken bones, spirit, and all.
"You're reason for coming in here?" I finally asked, becoming slightly aggitated by her presence. Her aura slipped over mine with a hint of seduction, but I pushed it away and let my hands slide under my head. I could hear her smile, if it was possible. "If not," I added boldy. "Get the Hell out."
The smile was gone within a moment, and I could feel the surprise in the air. 'You're finally growng a backbone child,' the vampiress's voice slid across my mind as I heard the door to my room open slowly. 'Maybe you were worth killing.' Her silent words flared my anger, and before I was aware of such, I was sitting up, my eyes connected with hers. My mind slashed out and struck hers, causing her to jump just slightly. I knew I was no where near her power level, but my vampiric instincts were not too developed yet, even after all these years.
Katama simply stared at me with a calculated stare. "I can see why Jeshickah thought you to be...." My glare intensified, silencing her words. "To answer your question child, I simply wanted to get a rise out of you." As she closed the door she added. "I was bored. All this planning bores me."
Once the door was closed and I felt her aura leave my skin, I simply laid back and resumed my drifting thoughts. And before I was aware of it, my mind slipped off into uncoinsiousness.
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A/N: Was it ok?......I tried to get into his character but....there wasnt many places in order to examine his personality of the present day, let alone his original Midnight self.....please review and tell me what you thought.
Krikoris