The wicked has come out to play.
I woke to the sound of sobbing. I sat up quickly, almost frantically. Emily may not cry all that much, but after hearing it once, it stays wedged in your brain like a chill that can't escape.
My eyes could only just see through the darkness, and that was saying something, because vampires had heightened senses. It wouldn't fair very well for the humans.
"Em baby?" I called out softly. It was a hurt cry that she sobbed, one of fear and sorrow and hurt. My baby sister was hurt. "Baby, where are you?"
Something shimmered slightly on the left, something white and huddled against the wall not too far from the door. Quickly as I could, I stood up and almost fled to her. As soon as I was in reaching distance her tiny body was in my arms, her head sobbing onto my shoulder while she clutched the material of my shirt behind me.
"I-I didn't do anything, I swear. I just w-wondered a little too far in and t-then he was there. I tried to g-get away from him, b-but he insisted I tell him where you were. I gave him a false address, but I don't think he b-believed me, I don't know if he followed... "she babbled. I patted her hair, shushing her while Biker boy looked on with a new found interest. Her clothing was torn, her shirt completely exposing her chest and stomach, her jeans had grass and bloods stains with holes galore. Whatever caused my sister her grief must have done a number on her.
"Baby, Em, who did this to you?" I was going to kill the god damned-
"That'd be me. And Well, well, well, ain't little Miss Frayr Sin grown up to be a beautiful little specimen. Sorry about scarin' your little red headed chew toy there, but she was a wee bit easy to terrify." The ancient voice made me freeze. I was supposed to get visions in a time like this, what happened to those life saviours?
"George." I hissed out the name, pushing Emily behind me while she wailed. She screamed things like 'Big sharp teeth' and 'dead things' and so on. Of course, biker dude heard that and froze then took a step forward and restrained poor Emily who was ready to pound my back in with her wild emotion. Terrified wasn't the correct statement for her behaviour, it was something more.
"So you remember me?" He clucked. "Can't say the same, I had only ever heard of you from when your parents had last encountered me. Oh, what a fight they put up. I'd never thought I'd meet another Sin! But boy do those Sin's make good looking kids."
"It's Aya, not Frayr. I stopped using that name a long time ago." I growled. I was not in the mood to deal with a prosecutor of vampiric society.
"Ah, yes, Frayr Ebony Sin, Daughter of Mother Jane Mercury James-Sin and father Julian Marcus Sin, sister of Emiliza Jordan Sin. And the constitution that used to almost be your brother, Nicolas Jakob Sin, carried four month in Jane's womb. Two more months and you would have had a tiny brother to take care of. Ah, the horrors of life." He clapped. I glared at him. Emily had no idea about Nicolas. She had no idea of the vampire society and he had no right to even provide her with an ounce of clarity that would prove her beliefs otherwise. Yes, it only took six months for a vampire child to fully develop while in the womb. Little Nicolas didn't get the chance to develop, because whatever the hell they did to my mother would have had the same affect of the child. A lot of vampiric children remember what it was like to be in their mother's wombs, that's why the mothers ate food and drank drinks they agreed with, always having a minimal amount of blood on the side because it made vampiric children sick, and they sang songs and read books, and whispered sweet, sweet things to their over sized belly for six months, because many of the many that survive the birth remember what it was to be in the womb of their parent.
Unfortunately, I happened to be one of those people who couldn't remember what it was like to be subjected to that much history. Sure, sometimes I'd remember little pieces, like when my father would coo lightly to me while in my mother's womb, or when my mother would sing a lullaby to me.
I usually hated the fact that my father treated my mother harshly, yelling at her to take better control, or shaking the 'life' out of her to listen, but after they disappeared and I was stuck looking after my sister while we ran, I understood his motives. He was protective, and my mother was a little nicked in the head. She never understood that she was going to die if she made one wrong step, no matter how many times my father had to tell her that they were running for a reason, she'd never believe him. Being turned from being a human makes large deafening changes on your life style, and my mother was already messed up before she was changed, so after being through intense periods of adapting to a vampiric life, she kind of lost her plot, or most more of her plot. I don't think there was a single sane bone left in her body.
In Thoradous terms, we called a change of human to vampire- Rogue. And Comporadorous terms, they called it- exhilarating, magic, life. There was no life of being a vampire, there was no hope. We had no beliefs, we had no prayers. What was the use of praying if we were doomed to the life of nothingness? To always walk the earth for eternity or to kill numerous, endless amount of people to suppress the feeling of going- theoretically speaking- Rogue. There was no god or saviour in our world. We were simply this.
We don't need blood. We'd go crazy without it however, a striking hunger of death. A want so endless that if ignored for too long, you'd have absolutely no control over how many you'd kill. You wouldn't stop killing, you'd be stuck in that endless nightmare for all eternity, because that's what you had fallen to. Even the blood-born, the vampires born of two vampires like Emily and I, can fall to this. Many had fallen to this.
Emily was a little different however. Nobody had a real explanation for why she had no blood-lust, or why she didn't have the heightened senses or flexibility, okay, so flexibility was a lie, she could cartwheel and limbo with the rest of them, but that's not the point. She had no blood-lust, no vampiric senses, and she showed no anger the same quantity that vampires show. Vampires were terrifying when angry, Emily looked like a tiny mouse in comparison. This was the reason why our parents and I never told her about the vampiric community. We could shelter her from this life, and she would never have to know. And this stupid vampire was ruining everything.
"How dare you!" I growled at him, standing up and semi-circling in front of him, protecting what was mine. I side step every side step he would take, and repeat. I mimicked almost all his moves. "How dare you bring this on, why can't you damn no-life's leave us be?"
I knew it was a stupid question. We were daughters of betrayers of society; we were outcasts that threatened the vampiric kind. But if we had any injections that we would want to share with the humans, then why did we not just openly hunt if front of them? Or prove that we existed? No, instead we ran for our lives and they still chased our tails.
The vampire threatened to take a step forward instead of to the side. An open opportunity to get close to me quicker so he could get his hands on my sister. Two birds with one stone, my father would have told me. 'You're trying to distract him,' he'd say, his tone disapproving. 'You want to take an opening chance, he knows what your trying to do, he's a mind reader, he'd know all your moves before you can even set them in motion! You need a blind spot, don't think, just act.'
Strategy, you always need a strategy, but when dealing with mind readers, you just need to act without thinking and hope that you catch him off guard. Visionist's, like me, were much the same, but I never learnt to control them so I could get them when I needed them, so it was pointless to me.
"Yes, pointless." George interrupted my mental rambling. I almost growled, he was too close for my liking.
'Don't you dare come any closer." I hissed. He smirked, honestly, he wasn't bad looking, for an enemy. He wasn't old looking, but that doesn't justify for his age, he was probably a zillion years old. Blonde hair and black eyes. Black eyes showed his age. He was at least three centuries old. If I thought about it enough, I probably didn't stand a chance against this vampire. How we managed to out-run them for three years with just my visions was a question in its self.
"And do tell, what exactly are you able to do if I do come closer?" Now I was stuck, what would I do? His smirk grew. I glared.
"I'll bloody castrate you." I clenched my teeth.
"Ouch." He rolled his eyes. Damn it all to hell. Damn it, damn it, damn it.
I gained composure, lifting my chin and glaring. My expectations were failing miserably. I was going to get us all executed here and now. There were only two things I could act to.
"Take me." I whispered. His eyebrow shot up.
"And what exactly would I be with just you? My mission was to find both of you, illuminating any- problems- on the way."
Okay, so that backfired. There was only one more, one that I knew he could never refuse.
"Then let's play a game." He looked at me, really looked. See George may have been a mind-reader, but he fancied a good game when presented with a willing opponent. George never got willing opponents.
"You are challenging me." He stated. I nodded nonetheless, gulping. This was Georges' fort. He loved games. "Name your proposition."
I gulped. "If I lose, I'd give you myself. Emily, however, stays alive. She has no idea of anything, no has none of our traits. In return for her life and your word that you'd protect her, I will give you the Book of Marcus. If you lose, you become our ally and fight with Thoradous. We stay alive."
Either way, it was a win lose game. We were losing things yet gaining something in return.
"How how exactly does that fare for me?" He asked, slightly irritated.
"You get to choose the game and we let you live." I growled. He was quiet for a moment. Then he smiled. That smile made my stomach turn- it was revolting; it was sickening.
"Okay, agreed." He held out his hand, and warily, I shook it. "I'd like to see how far your bravery can get you."