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Summary: Serenity was one of the oldest vampires still alive, Endymion was a hunter and Rini was their oldest daughter. Sequel to Till The Shadows of Night Come.
Author - Shadow
Rating - Not to sure but there are one or two (billion), bad words and some violence, maybe even some adult situations.
Hey yall, I decided to try a sequel with Rini. Bare with me, I'm trying!
Till the Shadows of Night Come: Hidden in Shadows
Chapter One
In A New York Minute
She took after her mother more then the other three did with her hair pulled back into a pink pony tail tipped with black. She crossed her arms over her black cami tank and leaned her leather clad hip against the door frame of her family's old penthouse apartment where she, Amora and Siran lived together. She looked over her shoulder and saw Amora coming in stretching. Amora was just like her mother with her father's hair. Amora was about five foot five, which was three inches shorter then her five foot eight, with waist length silver hair and bright blue eyes. She came out with her white cat Artemis riding on her shoulder.
Siran laughed as Rini's kitten Diana ran around her feet while she did yoga. Siran was the complete opposite of her parents. She was about five foot eight with silver hair that she constantly streaked with some odd random color. But her eyes were the same as her sisters; they were identical twins after all.
She smirked and walked back to her room that had once been her mother's after pinking up her black kitty Diana. She sat on the black velvet blankets that covered her bed and pulled on her big black and red buckle boots. She pulled off her cami and pulled on a red and black striped long sleeve shirt then pulled on a black t-shirt putting a three ring bondage collar afterwards. She left her room and walked across the hall into the bathroom hearing snippets of Amora and Siran's argument then closed the door. Leaning against the counter she put on her make up of red and black eyeliners and black lipstick then walking out she grabbed her backpack and left for school.
Sighing he crossed his ankles and leaned back in the leather chair listening to Alan rant on and on about how he, Elios, had messed up another mission. Elios closed his dark brown eyes and placed his head on his arms.
"Elios! Are you even listening to me?" Alan yelled as he put his hands on his hips.
"Alan if you keep standing like that people might think you're gay and Anne will never sleep with you." Elios said in a monotone drawl.
Alan's face began to turn red with anger. "Elios you are a scout! You use those black wings of yours to fly around the city to keep an eye out for descendants! You're a good for nothing slacker!"
"If I'm a slacker then why am I as powerful as I am? I even give you a run for your money." Elios laughed and stood up.
Elios towered above Alan seeing as Alan was only six foot and Elios was six foot seven with shaggy silver hair and dark brown eyes. He smiled bearing his fangs and laughed pushing his hair out of his eyes.
Alan sighed aggravated and pointed to the door "Get out of my office Elios and pull up those damn pants!"
Elios tugged at his nipple rings and laughed "But if I pull them up you can't see my sexy body!"
"Most of us are men here Elios, we don't want to see your naked chest, but we put up with it, and we definitely don't want to see your Bettie Page boxer shorts! Pull up your damn pants!"
Elios walked out of Alan's office tugging his black, baggy, bondage pants up, cinching his belt tighter.
He threw his trench coat over his shoulders and walked out into the sun shine. He looked up at the sky and went towards the college campus. He may be two hundred years old, but he still needed to learn more about this century he mused.