WOAH! Sorry it took me so long to update...I've been so busy with cross country and school that I've bearly had time to sleep! Anyways, the introduction of two character's whom I love dearly are now HERE!! WOO! And im scared...i have no reviews...I am utterly alone in my writting :p
Hope you enjoy this chapter! AND I STILL HAVN'T THOUGHT OF HER NAME YETTT!! GRR! Please send suggestionss!
With love as always,
wolfie
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"What now?" I asked as her hands brushed up against mine. Her expression turned thoughtful, debating between two ideas.
"No, I'm currently living with two other people." I answered for her. Surprise lit her dark eyes.
"Do they know you're…what you are?"
"Yes! You'd think I wouldn't tell them? I'm not that unpractical" said I flatly. Scarlett shrugged. She padded forward, beckoning with her hand for me to follow. I pursued her reluctantly. I allowed my pace to match hers, as she looked over me in a peculiar odd fashion. I stared back at her, waiting silently for my questions to be answered. She alleged nothing as we strolled the park her face reflective. I noticed the trees were an unnatural leafy green that only the summer sun could bring out in the tinge, and the air was abnormally clear. It seemed a perfect day, yet here stood beside my body a bloodsucker who wanted something from me, nevertheless I felt anomalously at peace.
"I suppose you want to know where we are going, huh?" She concluded. She kicked at a fallen stick and sent it flying in the opposite side of the park. Her strength was nothing to be questioned. Ever.
"I suppose that would help clear my shaded thoughts" I heard her laugh softly.
"We're going to meet up with my sisters. We're not blood related, of course, but we are each other's and closely knitted. We are our own group of nomads, traveling from place to place by sheer pain. We live for one another I presume. We vampires crave for each other's company, yet rarely do we find a clan to stick with. Funny world isn't it?" I affirmed her words true.
"Up ahead on the corner my sisters are waiting for the both of us. Let me do the talking and keep out of Beatrice's way. She has a way of…dispatching our kind." I grunted.
"Our kind?" I sniffed, excitedly aggravated, "But you are a vampire! I am not. I don't kill humans for something so simple. We are entirely different-" She interrupted me hurriedly.
"Nonetheless we are the same. I know you as you know me. I can read souls as you do. I can hear people's thoughts and travel my words through waves like your fey friend in the Night courts. I am unbearably strong. I am older than you, more vigorous than yourself. One day you too will need the blood that I crave. Wait and see young one, you shan't hold out on the essentials much longer. Don't appear to me like that. I know better than you, do you hear the change in my accent? I use old fashioned words as do you, yet mine are more elderly than you can imagine. The day will come when you too will require changing your tone of brogue. For people will notice you more. Hush now. Not even a word. Beatrice will be clucking in a second once we round this church. Keep your eyes down and don't gaze directly at her. Your very existence depends on me. Do you hear? Nod yes or no. For I will stop here if you don't." I sighed, bobbing my head up and down seemed harder then I imagined. Soundlessly, we turned on Morass's Street. I heard the smooth intake of breath before a booming voice split my ears.
"Scarlett Delaine! What is this?" Despite the vampire's warning's I squared my shoulders and glanced up to meet the plundering eyes of another day walker. I was beyond belief. Beatrice, I deduce, was a lovely pale skinned leech with wavy wild red hair. Yet none of this occurred to me until later. What I was so bewildered, roughly speaking, was that the eyes I stared at weren't hers at all. Jade green dead eyes of a human being glared back at me with such loathing that I lurched backwards. I could see that the vampiric poison that was shooting through the blood vessels of the mortal's eyeballs was slowly turning the soft pink tissue of flesh into a lifeless purple. The venom in the leech's blood was killing them.
"You dare stare at me with such intensity? You devil! I'll show you!" Beatrice screeched, a raw metallic sound coming from her sweet child like voice. Scarlett moved to block me, her hands flung out in protection.
"Beatrice, 'tis not what you think my beloved, she is one of us." The red head paused in mid stride, her face scrunching in utter helplessness. It was then I noticed the presents of the second sister. She was much more casual instance, yet equally surprised. This vampire had long curly blond locks of hair that hung around the middle of her back. Her form was perfect, a slender fragile like body represented her form; big breasted; slim waist; and a small figure. She held herself in her arms as if she were cold. Each of the sister's wore the same uniform that Scarlett wore, mostly in attempt to look bland.
"Don't be rash; give me ten seconds to explain. I found her. They were searching the park for us when I happened upon her. We owe it to her, you know we do!" She stood motionless across from the two of us, her hand still raised to strike, yet her eyes were blank and her mouth hung open. The second woman began to shake violently. Her fists clenched and her jaw shut she stared at me with understanding. Instantly, I felt the need to weep. Blooded tears stung at my eyes as I peeked from Beatrice to Harriet. I'd picked the name Harriett from the mind of both vampires. It seemed to suite her innocence, but deep behind her looks, she seemed capable of torture, yet she would do nothing to her darling sisters. She clung to them with hopes of a better future. Never would she ever strike her adored. A timid small child pushed her bike up the side walk, giving fleeting looks at the three of us. She could tell by our nature that we were different, and that we were in a quarrel.
"Let us move this somewhere else, no need to involve another blameless soul." Harriet said mutedly. Her voice was soothing, as she begged silently with her older sister. Her tone sounded like a mesmerizing silver bell tone, seductive and chilling; luring and kind. Beatrice leisurely lowered her arms as the girl drew closer.
"Fine," she hissed, her lips pulling back over her pointed teeth. "We will talk back at the house." Scarlett took my hand then and a electric feeling coursed through myleft limb as I cried out in pain. Dots began to dance across my eyes as she whispered slowly in my ear.
"I'm truly sorry! I must do this. For your welling being…now sleep loved one. You shall wake up soon enough." Her timbre faded as I fell into deep water.