I run limping down the sewer splashing in the murky water. As I enter the open area of where my people eat, I see Selina attending to Zachoriah's wounds.
"Concentrate on healing. That is what helps." She told him.
Malachi glances towards my direction and does a double take.
"Zoey!" He yells.
Selina looks up and walks over to me.
"What happened to you?" She asks looking at the wound on my head.
"I'll explain later. Right now I need to rest and heal my wounds."
"Alright."
I walk towards my room trying to make things stop spinning.
Selina yells back to me, "Celestro is very angry with you. I would stay away from him for a few days!"
I ignore what she says and climb to my room. I walk to my old rag bed and collapse, closing my eyes. As I concentrate on healing, I hear the echo of footsteps in my room. They are heavy, like a mans footstep. They stop beside my bed and I soon feel firm hands grab my arms and jerk me up.
"What the hell do you think you were doing?" A familiar voice screams.
I open my eyes to see the man that I despise the most-Celestro. He is supposed to be the leader of my people. Somehow I don't see the leadership quality in him. His silver platinum hair reaches to his neck, outlining his cold gray eyes. His face is as pale as the moon shining at night. He always wears black slacks, a black collared button down shirt, never tucked, and black shoes. On his belt he wearstwo holstered, loaded pistols.
I just roll my eyes and push him away.
"Don't you realize what you have done? You got Helsham killed and nearly got Zackoriah and Malachi killed! Why do you always have to disobey me?"
I walk to a small tunnel that led out of my room and sit on the edge. Anger began rising in me. I can feel it soaring through my veins. I haveto deal with this man and his tendency to gripe about everything I do.
"Will you just get off my back for once?" I jerk my head in his direction, my eyes turning black.
"No! It is my duty to watch over you. You carry the true gene and I can't have you getting yourself killed and risking our race ceasing to exist!"
"That's all you care about isn't it? Just want me to be safe so I can reproduce."
"Yes!"
I stand up glaring at him.
"I see then. And let me guess, you want to be the father of my children?"
"Well...yes I do."
"You make me sick."
I turn around focusing on the wall ignoring his voice. Pushing his voice from my ears.
"You act like your mother!"
This drifted through my ears and into my brain. I turn around swiftly narrowing my eyes.
"What would you know about my mother?"
"You have the same naive mind that she did."
The anger finally broke through the wall that I had tried to hold it back with. I reared my left arm up, clenching my fist. The anger begins to build up in my fist and I let it take over striking him in the face.
I run from my room into the hallway, nearly knocking Selina to the ground.
"Zoey?" She asks in a worried tone.
Selina walks in the direction of my room and sees Celestro dropping from the tunnel, blood dripping from his nose. She approaches him.
"What happened to you?" She asks with an awkward look on her face.
"Ran…into a wall…wasn't looking where I was going. Don't you have some chemicals or something to conjure up?"
"Yes…well.."
Celestro walks away in a foul mood, grunting under his breath, wiping the blood from his nose. Selina jogs in the direction of where I ran.
I sit by a tree with my back against the bark and my knees up against my chest, my arms around them tightly. My head is down with my hair over my eyes. Tears trickle down my pale cheek as memories of my parents flit through my brain.
Damien walks through the woods thinking to himself out loudly.
"Why didn't I just shoot her? It would have helped slow her down. She does seem to have a decent face."
He stops coming to the edge of a clearing and looks up to the moon shining brightly. A gentle breeze blows through the clearing carrying the sound of a gentle sigh of sadness. Upon hearing the sound, Damien, with his black eyes, gazes around the area. His gaze rests upon a small black clump shape in the beams of the moonlight next to a tree.
"What...is that?" He whispers to himself.
He narrows his eyes trying to ponder what this "thing" is. He slowly steps forward, trying to be silent like a lion on the prowl.
Another cool soft breeze blows through the clearing carrying the scent of a vampire. A vampire scent is one of the worst scents anyone can smell. To the human nose it reeks of garbage and stinky old socks.
The scent disturbs my senses and I snap my head up looking around. I feel my wolf side rush through my veins and my skin begin to bubble, as it turns blue.
Damien notices something strange about the shape. He sniffs the air, a small grin coming to his face. Lycans have a distinctive wet dog smell. Combine Vampire and Lycan smell and Darklings have the worse of all.
"I smell dog!" He laughed to himself.
He slowly walks past some trees with his hand on the handle of his sword. My ears perk up listening for the sound of a foot stepping on dried leaves and twigs. Damien climbs a tree close to where I resigned. He rises up slowly, getting ready to pounce. Right as I turn myself around, Damien leaps from the branch, pushing against me, making me fall to the ground. I land hard on the surface, groaning. Damien had landed on top of me, pinning my arms to the ground. I glared at his face with my black eyes. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull against his hard body, turning him over onto his back. I pinned him this time.
His fangs slide out as a hiss came from his opened mouth. A growl seeped from my throat and out of my mouth. He twists me over onto a dip like a small hill and we begin to tumble, rolling over each other. My back slams on the flat surface after what seems like an eternity of rolling. I begin to change into my human form: pale skin, white eyes, and no fangs. He finally pinned me to the ground, my strength unable to prevail against his.
After a couple of minutes of pushing against him, I stop, my breathing becoming heavier. A few strands of Damien's hair stuck to his pale cheek from the sweat. I gaze into his deep black eyes, wondering what is going on in his head. A warm feeling comes over me as I gazed in his eyes. An urge flows through my veins. Like a "wanting" urge. Damien gazes back into my white eyes. I lift my head to lean in towards his face. As I lean in, he leans in as well. I can feel his warm breath on my cold cheek. Our faces are just inches apart. I know what is going to happen next. Our lips will meet and we will indulge in a passionate, delicious kiss.
As out lips are about to meet in that passionate and delicious kiss I so hoped for, I hear a familiar voice screaming my name.
"ZOEY!….ZOEY!"
It was Selina
"What is Selina doing here?" I ask myself. "She must have followed me."
Damien, still gazing in my eyes, presses his lips against mine. It was a light kiss, but my first. He has a scent of blood to his taste and I enjoy it. I kiss back just laying there with his body on mine.
I feel his body roll off mine, his lips jerking from my grasp. I open my eyes to see Selina standing over me her fangs out hissing. My eyes also spotted the man whom I kissed. His fangs were out as well hissing back.
"Zoey! What are you doing with this Darklighter?" Selina asks, her eyes turning aqua.
Damien looks at her with a curious face.
"You are a vampire?"
"Yes, I am. Why do you want to know?"
"I never knew a Darkling would be friends with a Vampire."
"Well…she saved my life and that's all I have to say. Wait! Why were you, a Darklighter, kissing a Darkling?"
He looks to the ground as he stammers, "Well…I think she is quite attractive and…couldn't resist tasting her!"
I lift myself up to my feet and look to Damien in shock. I could not believe that a man like him would fall for a girl like me.
"You..like..me?" I ask.
Damien smiles showing his fangs.
"Well, yes I do. I think you are beautiful."
My cheeks turn red, as I looked to the ground a smile spreading across my face. Of all the years I had lived I never thought I would meet someone of his stature.
A growl can be heard behind me and as I turned around to look, I saw blue glowing eyes. Damien takes his revolver out and cocks it. A deep voice speaks out in the darkness.
"Put your gun down, Darklighter."
"And why should I do as you say?" Damien's eyes flash icy blue.
"Because I am not here to hurt anyone."
"Likely story." Selina hisses.
A man steps from the dark shadows of the forest into the clearing. Wet, brown, curly hair hangs from his head to his shoulders. Sky blue orbs are seen in his eyes, as are normal with Lycan's eyes. His eyes soon turn to their normal color-dark brown. His attire consists of a black, untucked, button down collared shirt, black slacks, no shoes, and a black, leather trench coat.
"Suspect things so easily, my friend. My name is Leen. I am, of course, a Lycan." He says his fangs showing.
"How can we trust you?" Damien asks.
"Well, I haven't killed you guys yet. I don't want any part of killing anyone. Especially you, Zoey."
"How do you know my name?" I ask.
He laughs, "Almost everyone knows who you are. You are one of the most famous Darklings in the chronicle books. Your parents are known through the legends. How can anyone not know you?"
Selina looks to him.
"You read a lot don't you?"
"WelI I am one who loves to translate the ancient language to the language of now."
"Really?" Selina smiles.
A small smile spreads across his face.
"Hello?" I say, waving my hands in Selina's face. "Can we go now?"
"Huh? Oh…yeah!" She says snapping out of her daze.
I take hold of her arm and drag her with me.
"Look, we better get going."
Damien looks at me with longing in his deep black eyes. The look makes me want to stay with him. It is almost a yearning in my heart. This time it is Selina that has to drag me away.
"Wait!" Damien screams grabbing hold of my arm. "You were crying about something. What was it?"
"Oh..um..it was nothing." I say looking to the ground.
"Will I ever see you again?"
"I-I don't know." I say as his hand lets go of my arm.
I can tell he is hurt by this answer. The pain in his eyes could be seen even if you glanced at him.
We make our way to the sewer with me looking over my shoulder to see if I can still get a glimpse of him.