Vampire Legends Series

Book 1

First Dawn

By Kat Francis

A/N: I know I know. I have a certain quality with making these stories late. I will work on that. Cautiously slides up to door and shoves story in and runs.

Hehe….. On with the story!

DISCLAIMER APPLIES THOUGH THIS IS MY STORY IDEA!!!!! Grabs violently at the idea and runs, laughing manically

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Bad Trouble

She sighed as she rubbed her temples and looked at the males around her who knew nothing. They wanted to attack the King while he was mourning his wife's death but she knew what would happen if they did that. Sighing, she opened her mouth, but another argument started and she growled. Why did she come to this meeting? Oh, yeah. She was threatened by no funding. Growling, she slammed her hands on the table, the males jumping in surprise.

"Okay, I know that you want to attack the King while he and the rest of his family is mourning the lost of the late Queen. I will say that if you do such a thing, you won't see morning ever again. GOD! You won't even see the night! You Will Be Dead!" The males looked at her and she exhaled noisily. "If you want to get on his Lord's good side, I guess you find a different way to do it. Killing him won't work." Done with her tirade, she sat back down in her seat and looked out of the window into the setting sun. Damn meetings. I hate them! No! Loathe them!

The mayor looked at her with sympathetic eyes and sighed. "What do you suggest, Ms. Hill? How can we stop all these brutal murders and kidnappings?"

She gazed at him, her eyes saddened by the thought of still finding the missing girls. She knew that the probability off finding them alive was slimming down as each minute passed. She growled at the thought of them becoming night livers and sighed, getting tired with the noise. "I suggest that you take the King's invitation and met with him tomorrow to discuss peace and land. You have to stay in his graces or we will be blood bathed with so many deaths I will leave this town." The mayor just sighed and cocked his head to the right, a sign of surrender, and placed his head in his hands.

"Will you be there?" he asked wearily and she nodded her head. It wasn't like she had a choice. It was be there or no more funding. Seething at the blackmail still, she got up and smiled, saying a curt goodbye to the still strung out males before leaving the room.

As she walked down the blazing hot sidewalk, she was overcome with a wave of dizziness and leaned against the wall beside her. She was still recovering from the blood lost of a couple of night ago and she couldn't figure out what else. Something was nagging at her, in the back of her mind, and she couldn't figure it out. Pushing off the wall, she walked down the sidewalk again, the feeling of being watch coming over her and she shivered. Looking around, she found no eyes on her but the feeling continued. Sighing, she walked across the street and into the sky-scrapping building that she was to deliver some news to from the mayor.

Her black heels clicked against the glossy marbled floor and she ignored the glances that were being thrown her way, the confusion still in her mind. As she went up to the elevator, not needing to be told by the secretary what floor she was to go on, she searched her mind for any loss gadgets. Of course everything was working and the brief dizziness claimed over her again. As she made her way into the elevator, she leaned against the side and pressed her floor number; glad she was the only one in the elevator for a change.

Sliding down the metal, she laid her head on the cool shinny surface and closed her eyes, feeling like her whole world was spinning, falling beneath her. She heard the ding-ding of the elevator as it went up the floors but it seemed far off as she fell onto her knees. The urge to vomit was strong in her mind but she held it back as the doors open to her floor. Standing up and fixing herself, she walked out of the lift and onto the floor, swaying lightly before shaking her head. Walking down the hall with the cherry walls on both side of her, she stopped at the blue-haired girl's desk and waited as she got off the phone.

"May I help you?" she asked, her voice pleasant and her demeanor cool and calm. Serenity shook her head, clearing it of thoughts and smiled at the young girl.

"Yes. I am here to deliver an important package to the president by hand." She talked a little dazedly and the girl looked at her confused before ringing into the room behind the close doors. Then, looking worriedly at the lady in front of her, she pointed to the door, telling her that she could go in. The lady seemed startled as the girl spoke and she smiled kindly, out of it for some unknown reason.

She entered the doors and leaned against them, hearing the scrapping of a pen as it stopped and then feeling eyes on her. She heard a mutter as she fell to the floor and then the moving and shuffle of feet as they came towards her. Her gaze meeting up with blue eyes and she smiled lightly, to confused to actually think of whom it was. Well, until she heard the deep voice of the one and only Endymond.

"What in God's name have you done?" he asked slightly, his voice soft as he picked her up gently. He sat her on the couch and she whimpered in protest and hung onto him. He sighed and flicked on the intercom. His voice came out steady but he was worried about the little pale woman in his arms.

"Amy, can you please go and get your husband for me." He heard a quick yes and then the intercom was turned off. Serenity felt him turn his gaze to her and smiled weakly.

"How are you, Endymond?" she asked lightly, looking at his swirling form. "Could you please stop moving in a circle?" She giggled and had the urge to vomit, which she did. Leaning to the side, she puked up the remains of her lunch and closed her eyes, her stomach weak.

"It is more like the question of 'What happened to you?'" Endymond soothed her as another spasm of vomit rushed through her, this time blood only coming up. He looked worriedly, wishing for his dear friend to hurry up with getting her husband. Picking up the weak girl and moving them towards the bathroom, he sat her by the toilet, cursing under his breath. His hand went to her forehead and he felt no heat, except for her normal temperature. Muttering, he heard the door open and knew that his friend had seen the blood. At the male's calling, he yelled that he was in the bathroom. Then, in the next second, Zoicite was in the bathroom looking at Endymond and Serenity, who moaned as she vomited more blood.

"What in heaven's name is wrong with her!?" he screamed as he ran over to the puking girl. Endymond shrugged and watched with a fear in his eyes as his friend looked over Serenity.

"She was feeling dizzy and disorientated, I can tell you that much. When she walked through the doors, she fell to the ground and was confused when I looked at her. She has no temperature, which I am sure of. What can be wrong with her?" he asked as his friend lifted his gaze to his.

"Do you know what she had to eat?" At Endymond's shaking head, he sighed and looked at the paler then usual girl. "Is she allergic to anything?" Once again, Endymond shook his head. Zoicite sighed and thought hard. Leaning down, he rubbed Serenity's back and quieted her as she fought to breath. "Serenity, my name is Zoicite, I was the one to patch you up that night." He got a nod in recognition and continued talking. "Do you know what is wrong with you?" He received a shake of the head then a nod.

"Where is my purse?" she asked weakly, knowing that her 'items' were in there. Not receiving an answer, she groaned. "I left it at the mayor's office! You won't make it there and back in time." She groaned as her stomach heaved and more blood came out. Now, of all times, this had to happen.

"You don't know us that well, lady." With that Endymond was out of the room and she blinked, looking at Zoicite, who was shaking his head.

She leaned heavily on her arm, trying to figure out what triggered this incident. She had stayed away from the meats, only having a salad during lunch. She had breakfast this morning, courtesy of Endymond's chef and even then she didn't have meat. Not once had she touched meat in the past twenty-four hours. Sighing, she tried to think of what else could have caused it. Nothing came to mind.

When she looked, Endymond was standing before her, her bag/purse in hand, looking quit pale like she was. "You have to take blood shots?" His question nerved her and she nodded slowly. Zoicite, also, was looking at her sharply. The two passed a glance and Serenity grabbed for her bag, which was jerked out of her reach. Endymond was looking at her, an interest in his eyes and his lips thin.

"Why?" Zoicite was the one to ask this and she smiled weakly. Looking at the cool tiled floor, she murmured something quietly then spoke up.

"Because I was born…uniquely." She gazed up at them and saw their exchanged again. "I don't like talking about it." She made a reach, again, for the bag and exclaimed in surprise as Endymond picked her up. She yelped and held on to him as he carried her out of the room, through the office area and into another room that held a bed. She sighed in content as she was laid on the goose-fathered bed and looked at the two males.

"You are half and half?" Zoicite questioned as he pulled the blood shots out of her bag. She nodded and looked out of the window, the sunlight sinking lower out of the town. She was glad that she lived in the countryside and would probably not see this sunset. All well, she thought as Zoicite said something. She didn't hear it and he repeated himself. "Your mother or father?"

"Father. My mother was a huntress," she smiled sadly at the memory of her mother, gone with the burning waves of the sun. She shook her head and answered the other question he threw at her as he put the needle into her vain. "She had met him on a hunt and couldn't kill him. It was on one of the nights of the King's rebirth and she didn't understand why he was out. But, then, she got caught up in him and I was the outcome. She was killed by her own coven of…" She yawned, as sleep was present. Sighing, she laid her head against the pillow and murmured an apology before drifting off to sleep.

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"I have to say, I didn't expect this to happen," Endymond stated as he covered up Serenity. He sighed and looked at Zoicite, who was staring at the girl with concern eyes. He watched as his friend and companion turned towards him, concern still etched into his light sky blue eyes.

"You do know, Sir, that if what she says is true, then we might have a problem." Endymond looked at his general and shook his head, the meaning quit clear. He sighed and sat on the black leather couched the adorned the red and black room. He closed his eyes and looked at his friend with a shaking head.

"I already guessed that, Zoicite. Especially when I went onto her computer at her work and found her searching into Kunzite's…wife's case. With all the names on her lists, and the funding coming from the mayor, I was certain that it was she. I e-mailed her and left a warning. So far, nothing as happened and I hope nothing will." He watched as the girl shifted in her sleep, feeling the pains and troubles of the harsh life he lived in settling down on his shoulders again.

"You know, Endymond, that if what she speaks of is true, which I think it is, then she is also half witch. A third of a human, a third of a vampire, and a third of a witch. Quit amazing she has made it thus far in life, don't you think?" He sat beside his friend, looking at everything with a scientific eye. Endymond laughed at his friend's antics and shook his head.

"She is still one of the chosen ones, my good friend. She could probably survive a nuclear war if she so desired. I hope that she does not come to harm, though."

Zoicite turned to his friend, his king, and watched as his eyes went far away. To see him like this reminded him of when his King had first laid eyes on Serenity when his sister had brought her over for lunch. Serenity had punched Endymond, then called Darien by his friends, and cursed at him with a shrill that would have made the sailor's wince in pain. It was quit a humorous sight to come open, the King on the ground and a ranting mad woman above him.

Zoicite had recognized this as love. Love for the girl who had so burned that King and taken up the challenge of being pestered every opportunity. It was quit a lot of fun to see the pranks they pulled on each other, thinking about the amusement that came to their eyes like little children. But, now, with the chance of losing everything so dear, Zoicite felt the weight his King had on his shoulders.

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She woke up with a headache, the sheets beneath her familiar and a godsend. She smiled as she got off the bed, feeling better then she had in years. Walking to the living room, she heard the hum of something and recognized it as the television. Wondering why it was on, she walked into the living room, meeting the amused eyes of lilac.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"

That is all for this chapter. I don't know if it came out like I wanted it to. I am half asleep and typing perfectly. Too much turkey.

Happy Thanksgiving Day and I will be back soon!

Kat