Hello all!
I didn't think I would update so soon but I was bored. Don't expect it too often, about a week is going to be my usual.
Disclaimer: I have nothing to my name, so you can't sue!
Now, onto the story.
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Last time on EtN:
I pulled back my now black hair from my neck, and saw two, tiny,
almost invisible, punctures that had already healed, leaving only tow
small scars. 'NO!' my mind yelled.
Now, this is it for real.
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Ch. 2: Fathers and Blood Bars
Walking downstairs, I went into the kitchen and made a bowl of frosted flakes for myself, and sat down to eat, contemplating what to do.
Not long after I had started eating, my father came in. "Get me breakfast bitch." He snarled, setting down.
"No." I replied, not looking up.
This is when he finally looked at me and noticed my change in appearance. "What did you do bitch? Using spells to hide your lineage? I won't stand for it, take them off!" he stood, towering over me.
"There are no spells, I can't do magic over break, you know that." I said emotionlessly. This was when I felt his hand connect with my cheek, I knew it was coming even before it hit me. My head snapped to the side with the force of the blow, but I said and did nothing.
"Insolent wrench." He growled out threateningly, "Don't disobey me, you are nothing without me." I didn't blink at the insult and he continued, "Now, get off your ass and make me breakfast."
I got up taking my now empty bowl with me, I could feel his eyes on my back, burning through me as I went to the sink, smirking, I slammed the bowl in it, the shattering sound breaking the uneasy silence. "What the fuck was that for bitch!" my father yelled, face turning an angry shade of red as he towered over me.
I put on a fake 'I'm so incredibly sorry, it'll never happen again' look and spoke in a sticky sweet voice laced with venom, "So sorry, my hand slipped." Then my eyes darkened, taking on a crimson sheen, "Make your own dammed breakfast, I have better things to do." I spat, turning and throwing the front door open and stormed out, leaving a shocked and pissed off father in the kitchen.
I felt like at any moment I was going to explode, people moved out of the way for me to pass, sending me frightened looks. I didn't know where I was going, but somehow I found myself in the alley I had thought only existed in a dream.
I stood, fear flooding my face. 'It was real.' Was all I could think. I stifled a scream as a voice entered my thoughts, a silky, masculine voice that was like liquid. I turned around savagely, facing the man from my 'dream'.
"Hello Hermione, or should I say Dysis."
"How…how do you know my name? How can you recognize me?"
"A vampire always knows the ones he has sired. And I gave you your name, of course I would know it." He smirked, showing a full set of white teeth, and wickedly sharp canines.
I stuttered, at a loss for what was happing.
"There are many things you need to learn, follow me."
"Why should I? You could kill me and no one would ever know." I was entering hysteria.
"I would have killed you when I had the chance to yesterday, when you all too willing bared your neck to me if I wanted you dead. I won't kill you now that your mine."
"I'm WHAT!"
He looked on passively, "Mine, I sired you, hence you bare my mark upon your neck and breast."
"Gah, WHERE!"
"I will explain in time, but first you must follow me, if not, you will kill yourself."
"I am not suicidal."
"No? But you would willing put yourself into danger and endanger those around you for you don't know what being a child of darkness entails." I looked on in fright, "Now, follow me."
I did, right into the shadows and I was surprised to find there was another alley, this one much darker even though the sun was shining outside. "Where are you taking me? This isn't on any map I have ever seen."
He chuckled, "It wouldn't be, this is a vampire alley, only the children of the dark know they are here and can see them." He paused, "I'm taking you to a bar where we can talk without being disturbed."
"Oh. That does make sense." He said nothing, continuing to walk silently past old, rotting houses.
We came upon what appeared to be the ruined remains of a pub, the stone and mortar falling and what was still standing was being ruled by angry black moss. "Here?" I squeaked out.
"Yes." He opened the door, I peeked in and all I saw was dust and cobwebs covering the stools and floor in a white silver sheet. I yelped as he pushed me in, and my eyes involuntarily widened as what was once covered in centuries of dust, was now covered with men's behinds. "A glamour so when the rare mortal does enter the alleys they don't enter the shops." Was the only explanation I got from the dark haired man who was now walking over to the bar.
I followed quickly, shuddering at the lustful stares the other men, or vampires, were giving me.
I reached the bar and sat down beside him, 'I don't even know his name.' I thought. "What's your name? You seem to know so much about me, and I know nothing of you." I started.
"I am called Zane." As he said this all the heads in the room went up, staring at us in either fear or awe.
The bartender then came over, "So, it takes me years to get your real name out of you, but you tell this girl wiling. What has gotten into you?" he then looked at me, "He must really like you." My mouth went slack and all I could do was sit.
"Now, now, don't go scaring her." Zane spoke in a silky voice.
"Yes, so what can I get for you two?" the man said while rubbing at a stubborn watermark on the glass in his hand.
"My usual." Zane said nonchalantly, and then the man looked to me.
"Um…" I had no idea what they served at a blood bar.
"Give her the same as me." Zane spoke, coming to my rescue.
"Now, I'm sure a lady like herself wouldn't want that." The man said, raising an eyebrow.
"What are you giving me?" I questioned, 'Is he trying to kill me?' "I'm sure I can stand it if he can." I spat, making the bartender arch his brow higher than before.
"If you say so Miss." He then stalked over to the other end of the counter, mixing up something that looked like blood and vodka. He soon came back over, and handed each of us our drinks.
Zane drunk it down in one gulp and then looked to me, smirking, while I sat staring at the concoction in front of me. Gingerly taking a sip, my eyes shot to Zane's deep blue orbs in question. "What the fuck?" I spoke quietly as the bartender looked on in amusement.
"What you are drinking is a mix of strong Vodka and human blood." The man answered.
Flashing my eyes to his, I spoke, deadly quiet, "I know that."
"Do you know about us Letalis?" he asked seductively, "Not used to the taste of blood?" He was practically leaning over the counter, breath wafting over my face.
"What did you call me!" I raged, causing him to back away from my angered form. 'I am so sick of 'nicknames!'
"No Zev, she is one of us." Zev blanched, but Zane continued, looking to me, "Drink it, you will feel better." I complied, my eyes gaining a reddish hue. "Good, now Zev, I'd like a room for the day."
"Sure." Zev turned quickly and dug in a draw until he pulled out a small iron key with a black ribbon tied around its end, coming over to us, he handed it to Zev, "Number 13." Zane nodded tersely and stood, I did also, not knowing what else to do.
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Letalis: Latin for mortal
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