I am a fool, I cannot just toss a character in. I need him to develop, live and learn and be a part of the story.
Erik deserved way better.
The Day After Samhain
Kyle hated having a flu. He hated being a Fosterkid and homeless He hated magic not being real.
None of that was in any order.
Today, of all days, he felt particularly gross, so all of his miseries were blending together. Sitting at a cafe, trying not to die coughing, he drank his coffee and just existed. He loved this little shop, always had, mostly as it was not far from the House of Night. His permanent obsession, if he was being honest. He had wanted, craved, the idea of being a vamp for as long as he could remember.
Power, magic and the means to make a difference... it was all he could imagine.
He needed it...
A wave of cold washed over him suddenly, distracting him from his thoughts. 'What is that? Feels,... odd. Like eyes on me but physically cold.' Turning, he saw a man, one that oozed a dark energy that was almost visible.
"Kyle Rights! Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee; hearken to Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night!" he said, eyes focused on Kyle with cold precision.
Power slammed into him, visible power, and Kyle stumbled off of his chair, onto the hard ground. Only the tears that came were not pained, instead they were filled with purest joy.
"I am free... FREE!" He stood and without hesitation, bolted to the House of Night, knowing once and for all that he was in fact a fledgling... he made it there after twenty minutes. There at the gates was a young looking blonde vamp, gorgeous and kind looking but with a distinct aura of power that all vamps had. "Ma'am!"
She turned to him, eyes wide. "A fledgling... Kyle? We were expecting you." She walked over to him. "Merry Met." She held out a hand, he grabbed her forearm. "Oh, you are aware of our culture?"
"I have been studying it for year, myth and magic have long since been an obsession. Being a vamp was all I wanted, to be free of homelessness or fostercare... being a vamp could save me." He laughed. "I even studied magic, like rituals and other things from other cultures."
She beamed. "I actually teach Spells and Rituals, my name is Anastasia Lankford. It is an honor to meet you, please follow me and I will get you introduced to the general populace." She led him inward, where he saw stunning sconces and eventually they passed the statue of Nyx.
Walking over to her, he bowed his head. "Thank you for helping me... " His voice was thick, tired, but very grateful. "I always thought no one cared, but being saved from my life... was everything."
Anastasia put her hand on his shoulder. "Please.. life will be better, our goddess does not ignore her children."
'I really hope so...she sure as hell ignored me before, no one should have had my life before.' he thought, before he moved outward with her, toward what she called the Dinning Hall.
He could only hope things would go well when he finally started to integrate into Vamp society.
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
This was a joy to write.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.
