Title: Song of the Siren
Author: Twilightstaruby
Disclaimers: All concepts of the Nightworld and the characters Hannah(Hanna) and Thierry belongs to L.J Smith. Theorn, Christian(Shadrach), Kiele(Gwenivere), Kalika and Angelo belongs to me, like wise for all those characters you do not recognise.
Impt: I have made slight changes to the chapters throughout the storyand there is NO new chapter currently. Also,Shadrach's surname is spelled as 'Silverthorne', not 'Silverthorn' as it is spelled before. Thanks...read on, hope you enjoy and remember to review!
The new chapter will be out soon after...it will be indicated besides the story summary...
Author's note: I am so sorry i keep making changes. I recently realised one was not supposed to post a disclaimers chapter so i have to make amendments.The next chapter will be out sometime soon after this is posted...I am having problems with the next chapter, thus the delay with the updates...
Summary:
You can never run away from your past; Because no matter how far you run, it will always come back to haunt you...always.
A vampire made in the 19th century, Shadrach Silverthorne was everything a nightworld ringleader was expected to be: Ruthless, powerful and merciless. Yet, beneath the icy-cool facade lay a past and a bitter soul tortured by his past, his inescapable past. When Kiele, a vampire slayer closely linked to him by the deaths of her mother and father and by his treacherous past, shows up, she could prove to be the onlything that could salvage him, or destroy him.
Two lost souls, bound together by unpredictable fate and for all time...could they put aside their differences and
Dedication:
To my family and friends, for solely being what they are. And for being there when i need them.
To people who have reviewed for me(didn't think i would forget you all...laughs); you bunch are the most wonderful and endearing people i have ever met! Three cheers for all of you!
Next where the sirens dwell you plow the seas;
their song is death, and makes destruction please.
-Pope
Prologue:Kiele stared sightlessly out of the window, unaware of the silver sheets of rain that beat on the glass pane relentlessly, the exotic sound of it rhythmic and surprisingly soothing to one's years. She was staring sightlessly at the reflection that looked back at her in the glass-paned window. Silvery blond hair fell straight to the girl's waist, framing a sharp, elfish face with startling soulful violet eyes. It wasn't a beautiful face by normal standards, but there was something captivating about the sharp-featured face with its unusually colored eyes that dominating the face.
She was seated Indian-style, cross-legged, her hands wrapped protectively around a girl with a face eerily identical to hers, though her silvery-blond locks were shorn short. Head placed trustingly on Kiele's chest, she was curled up against Kiele in a fetal position as she too, stared out of the window. The only difference between the splitting images was the fact that there was a curious blankness in the other girl's wide violet eyes. There was nothing there in those bottomless depths; no reflection of a soul nor a glimmer of life in them. They were simply lifeless orbs that stare back at you with no recognition of your presence, eerie because of the lack of life and emotion. But even that wasn't able to detach the fact that there was an ethereal beauty around her, like Kiele. An untouchable beauty that called to mind the mystical beings that were in so abundance in Scotland and Ireland.
A fae. Her Scottish grandmother used to call her and her twin sister that, or a faery as it was more known as here. When she was little, she used to wonder that perhaps there was a truth in there. That her mother was a faery princess who fell in love with her father, a mortal, and came down to earth to live with him. Myra Donovan Cocharen certainly gave people the impression of a faery, with her lithe figure, ethereal looks and regal bearings.
But time and fate has a funny way of correcting fantasy, destroying dreams and dealing reality in huge doses. Any dreams she might have habored was destroyed long ago by the cold reality of her mother and father's death. And her twin sister's ailment. A pain long dulled by time constricted her throat at that reminder.
A streak of lightning lit up the whole room abruptly followed suit by a loud crack of thunder that ripped across the sky, startling Kiele into flinching slightly. But there was no reaction from the other girl. She simply lay there, like a lifeless doll, devoid of any emotion, her soul locked away in some dark corner of her mind, where she could escape from the cruelties of life and reality. Forever. Kiele adverted her gaze from the window to the top of Kalika's head. Stroking the girl's short hair gently, she tilted Kalika's head so that she was looking at her. Or into some ssemblance of looking.
"Come, Kalika. Let's put you to bed." If Kalika heard, she gave no indication. She simply looked at her with those blank eyes, her sweet face devoid of emotion.
Kiele swallowed the bile in her throat, overcome suddenly by the swamp of feelings that threatened to overwhelm her. Although the doctors had said that Kalika was too badly "injured mentally" to ever recover, Kiele refused to give up. Everyday, she talked to Kalika, in hopes of getting a response, but all her efforts always came to a naught. There were times that she really felt like giving up, but the thought that Kalika was the only thing left in this world that mattered to her always pushed her on, calling to her to never give up no matter what comes may.
Pushing aside her emotions, she paste a smile on her face then, with some considerable effort, pushed Kalika to a sitting position, got up from the window seat herself, then slung her arm around Kalika and pulled the girl to a stand, wobbling slightly under the heavy weight. Who knows that one looking as tiny as Kalika could weigh a ton? Grunting with the effort, she gave a sigh of relief as she deposited Kalika on the bed, which was thankfully not far from the window. Usually, she didn't have to do it, seeing that there was a live-in nurse seeing to Kalika's needs. But today, the nurse was down with flu and with no other available, Kiele had to take care of Kalika herself.
She tucked Kalika carefully into her bed, pausing at the sight of the rose mark on Kalika's shoulder. It had been carved deep enough to scar, a brown rose against pale creamy, white skin. It had been there when they had found Kalika, who was much in the same condition as she is now. Only then, it had not scarred over and blood had flowed freely from the wounds like a crimson river.
Kiele's hand tightened briefly on the coverlet, and made the silent oath as she stared down at her twin's face. I will avenge you. Mark my words.
She loosened her grip on the coverlet, tucked her in, and bent down to plant a kiss on the girl's cheek. Kalika's eyes closed, the first sign of movement she had made the whole day. Kiele smiled sadly; it was the sole movement Kalika would make on her own, so it seems. She reached over Kalika's head and switch off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness, then, she moved quietly out of the room to leave her sister to rest.
Long after she was gone, the window opened, letting in the rain that had turned into a light drizzle and the cool damp air. A figure cloaked in black entered the room on soft, booted feet. Moving with the stealth of a predator, he moved over to the bed.
"Kalika." He whispered out the name as he trailed a light finger over the sleeping girl's cheek. There was regret, even sorrow in the sole word he had said. For a moment, he stood there, unmoving, as though contemplating the girl, then in a movement so quick it was a blur, he was out of the room, in the same way he had entered the room.
Seconds later, Kiele burst into the room.
"Kalika?" Kiele switch on the light. Funny, it was empty. She could have sworn that she had heard something. Then she saw the open window.
"Oh!" Racing over to the open window, she closed it, but the floor was already wet. "Damn." She was going to get it when the landlady found out. Then she frowned. She did not recall leaving the window unlatched. In fact, she didn't recall opening the window. She peered out of the window, but the rain made it difficult to see anything. After checking that nothing was wrong or out of alignment in the room, she dismissed the feeling that someone was watching her as being too paraniod, switched off the lights and went out of the room to her bedroom.
She did not see the figure hiding behind a pillar observing her. Then, he simply faded noiselessly into the dark alleys behind him.
Author's note: Please, please, PLEASE review! Thanks! It was written on a spur of moment, so I hope it is good enough!