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Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,106
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter Two
Chapter Two
“I’m Brayden, this is Garret and Tristan,” Brayden announced with a wide smile. “And you are...?”
“I’m Cherish,” Cherish smiled back at him. “Well, you guys seem to know Rowan and Cat. This is Maya, her mate Nick, Polaris and her mate Hunter, Lupe, Nova and Camille.” Maya was sitting a little away lying in Nick’s arms. He was a good foot taller than she was with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He was a beautiful wolf, pure white and half a foot taller than a normal wolf. Maya was petite with brown hair and sky blue eyes. She was a small gray wolf, even a little smaller than normal wolves. The two were so devoted to each other it was nauseating.
Polaris and Hunter were almost the same height and both had brown hair, hers just a shade darker than his. Hunter was tall and lithe, his build almost elf- like with deep blue eyes. As a leopard he was the normal brown, she was black. Polaris’s bangs fell in her hazel eyes as she leaned over to Maya to whisper something. The two girls giggled and the guys exchanged exasperated glances.
“Humans,” Garret said looking at Nova and Camille with what can only be described as contempt. Camille just looked at him her brown eyes hurt. She was the most sensitive creature of the night that any of the group had ever met. That wasn’t good since her group tended to tease each other mercilessly. Camille’s brown hair was short and wavy.
“Don’t insult us, bloodsucker,” Nova said, her brown eyes flashing. Cat and Rowan exchanged glances and both rolled their eyes. At times, Nova was a little, racist against all other species. “I am not human. I may be mortal, but I’m definitely not human.”
“Witches?” he guessed.
Nova tossed her black hair with her usual attitude. “Right on, leech.”
“Nova,” Rowan said, a soft growl in her voice. It was Nova’s turn to roll her eyes. It seemed to her sometimes that Rowan wanted to be the savior of the world. The protector of all lesser creatures.
“Sorry, Row,” she said. “You three aren’t bad for vamps, I’ll hold out on an opinion of them. And Jesse’s an okay human.”
“And you four are shifters,” Tristan noticed.
“They are,” Maya said. “We’re wolves.” This was the only thing the two groups would fight over, Polaris and Hunter said they were all the same breed while Nick and Maya claimed lycanthropy was completely different.
“You guys are aware that you all are supposed to hate each other, right?” Tristan inquired finally tuning into the conversation.
“We’re a group of supernatural creatures in this town. Wouldn’t you find people like you?” Rowan asked. “I was the only vamp in my high school. Maya and Polaris adopted me. Our senior year I met Cherish.”
“I beat her up,” Cherish supplied helpfully.
Garret blinked. “Why?”
“She was being stupid.”
Rowan glared at her friend. This was a well-worn argument but it was one the two still fought over. “It was a fawn.”
“It was a buck and my dinner!”
“Girls,” Cat said calmly and they quieted. Rowan glanced at Cherish who stuck her tongue out.
“Rae here is our resident animal rights activist,” Lupe told the boys much to their shock.
“Welfare, not rights,” Rowan protested.
“But you’re one of us,” Brayden pointed out, obviously confused.
Rowan rolled her eyes; no one ever understood her logic. She raised her right hand and said in her best Australian accent. “’I am a vampire not a mindless eating machine. Animals are friends, not food.’”
“Are you a vegetarian then, sweetheart?” Garret asked.
“Of course not,” she said. Vampires could eat other foods but blood was all their bodies actually needed, so a vampire who ate human food and wasn’t active could easily gain a lot of weight. “And don’t call me sweetheart.”
He merely looked at her with a raised eyebrow; she had the urge to kick him again mostly because that look was so sexy on him. “Really?”
Rowan raised her head annoyed by this conversation, and by him. “I take what I need. Nothing more.”
“Ah. Have you ever killed?”
“No.”
“Nothing?”
“No.”
“A kill virgin,” he mused.
Nova snorted. “That’s not the only part of her that’s a virgin.”
Rowan’s eyes widened comically as Garret’s eyes widened and he examined her thoughtfully. “Nova!” she exclaimed blushing.
“And how long have you been with this blood- human?” Garret asked catching himself.
“Our junior year of high school,” she said.
“And you two have never screwed?”
She crossed her arms narrowing her eyes at him. “That’s vulgar, and once again, none of your business.”
“I could have said fucked.” He smirked at her outraged expression at that word. “You know, Rowan, you’re repressed.”
“I’m going back to the dorm,” she said getting to her feet.
“Wait,” Tristan said. “I wanted to know if all of you would like to come with us to the Black Rose tonight.”
“We’d never get in,” Cat said.
Tristan grinned. “My uncle’s Michael Conner, he owns it, I think I can pull a few strings.”
“Will he be there?” Rowan asked fixing Garret with a glare. He raised an eyebrow and blew her a kiss, which infuriated her further. The others watched the byplay clearly amused. They weren’t used to seeing Rowan this riled up.
“Yes,” Tristan said slowly.
“Then no,” she knew it was childish but everything in her wanted to either punch Garret’s smug face or jump his bones. Neither response was a normal one for her, but to him she had to lean towards the hostile response, the other one was far more disturbing. Cherish snickered and the others looked at her surprised.
“Don’t worry about Garret,” Brayden said.
“Yeah,” Tristan smiled at Garret who merely glared at him. “After a while he’ll grow on you.”
“Like a fungus?” Rowan asked.
“Cute,” Garret drawled. She turned and started away. “She has a nice ass,” Garret noted. Tristan leaned over and smacked the back of his head. “Ow!”
“Idiot,” Tristan muttered.
“We’d be happy to go,” Cat told Tristan.
“All of us,” Cherish put in.
“I’ve got a test,” Camille said.
“I’ve got some spells I want to work on before the Solstice,” Nova said.
“Okay, most of us then,” Cherish said. “Rowan will come with us. She promised Jesse she’d go out with him, but knowing those two they’ll get into another fight so she’ll go.”
The next night
“Why am I doing this?” Rowan sighed.
“Because you’re our friend,” Cat said.
“Because secretly you want to throw Garret down to the ground and have your way with him,” Cherish supplied.
“Cherish,” Rowan growled.
“Veil your thoughts.”
Rowan blanched at that. She had heard those thoughts? “But... I didn’t... I wouldn’t want...”
“Kinky,” Cat smirked checking her green blouse in the mirror and fixing her black skirt. Rowan glared at her. Cherish was one thing. She was who she was. She made no excuses for her behavior and everyone knew what to expect. Cat on the other hand was different. She was the unofficial leader of the clan and the one the two turned to when they were in trouble. Therefore Rowan thought that she wasn’t supposed to take Cherish’s side when Cherish was being bad.
“Ready?” Cherish inquired. Cherish looked stunning in her black cocktail dress. The sophisticated effect was ruined by her old leather trench coat.
Rowan glanced in the mirror. Her blond hair was styled so it fell over her shoulders in soft curls, with a few pieces falling in her eyes. She was wearing a black sweater that clung to her breasts showing them off. Cherish had made her wear that alone with the skirt, which came to her mid thighs. She was uncomfortable but the others told her that she looked great. We got into Cherish’s car, a 1969 Chevy convertible, fully restored.
“Hey, beautiful,” she purred, stroking the soft leather interior. “I’ve missed you, my darling.”
“You frighten me,” Cat said.
“Shh...” Cherish said. “You’ll upset her.” Cherish could be a bit... eccentric. And that means that the girl was a nuttier than a Christmas fruitcake... do fruitcakes have nuts? Ten minutes later the three arrived and found the guys and the `shifters waiting outside. Tristan smiled and stepped forwards towards Cat.
“My lady?” he said holding out his arm for her. She blushed taking his arm.
Cherish walked up to Brayden who kissed her hand gallantly. Garret was leaning against the wall lazily. His eyes traveled over Rowan as she approached. She flushed looking down. He was dressed in a pair of leather pants and a black silk shirt. He actually managed to pull that look off and still look masculine.
“You look... nice,” he said his eyes meeting hers.
“Thanks,” she said softly. Tristan led everyone inside.
“I thought you and Jesse had plans tonight,” Garret said tentatively, not wanting to upset Rowan. He seemed to do that without even trying and there was something about her that made him want to get closer.
“We... had a fight.”
Garret perked up a bit. “Really?”
“Yeah, it was stupid, though.” She didn’t seem to notice his reaction.
“No, it wasn’t.”
Rowan looked up at him surprised. “What?”
“It’s in your eyes, sweetheart. He hurt you.”
“No...” she protested then paused. “I mean... Jesse wouldn’t want... he didn’t meant to-”
“You seem to have trouble forming coherent thoughts often,” he observed his lips curling up with the hint of a smile.
Cherish laughed. “It’s all you.”
/Someday, somehow, I’m going to hurt you, Rowan sent to her./ Cherish merely laughed harder. Finally they were through security and into the club. The lights were flashing in time with the music. There were people everywhere. The air was hot and sticky, filled with the scent of arousal and sweat. And the music...
“What in the Hell is that terrible noise?” Cherish asked voicing what everyone was thinking.
“It’s amateur night,” Tristan explained apologetically.
“Really?” Cat asked with a slow smile. “Listen, we’ll be right back.” She grabbed both Cherish and Rowan’s arms and drags them towards the stage. The ‘shifters followed knowing perfectly well what Cat was up to. She talked to the owner, Mr. Conner and before Rowan even realized what she was doing they were stepping onto the stage.
“Cat,” Rowan said picking up a guitar.
“Yeah?”
“I hate you.”
“Ooh, good, we’ll start with that one.”
Rowan sighed. “That’s not what I meant.” The group sang her latest song first then went into “So Sweet.”
“The taste floods your mouth
So sweet
The smell takes over your senses
So sweet
You’ve given me life
You’re keeping me alive
Just give a little more baby
Then I’ll be gone
The pain is now in your life
So sweet
The feeling is all you know
So sweet
You’ve given me life
You’re keeping me alive
Just give a little more baby
Then I’ll be gone
Ooh… ooh…
So sweet
Ooh… ooh…
So sweet
Just give a little more baby
Then I’m gone”
The vampire crowd enjoyed their music the most. They loved their sound, the blend of Goth music and pop and rock style. They had won the whole crowd over by the time they sang “Nocturnal.” “And now,” Cat said stepping forward, “Rowan will grace you with her new song.” Rowan shot Cat a look but Cat merely smiled motioning her forward. Rowan nervously stepped towards the microphone and began a song she had written.
“I look into those dark eyes
Those eyes with wisdom
Far beyond my own years
My hands caress that face
That face that has been through so much
Yet has still kept its youth
You know so much more than I
You have seen so much more life
My immortal lover
I kiss those lips
Those beautiful, cruel lips
That have sent many to their doom
I feel those hands on my own
Those hands that have caused so much pain
Yet are so gentle with me
I allowed myself to feel for you
Though, I know, it can’t last
My immortal lover
I let myself be held in those arms
Those arms that could no doubt crush me
Yet just hold me close
You’ll love me for the rest of our days
No matter how long that will be
My immortal lover
Ooh…
My immortal lover…”
Much to her surprise this song got as much applause that the others, even if it was a ballad. Cat smiled at her before she began their last song, another one that Rowan had written called “Huntress.”
“You may think you see me
Hiding in the shadows
Then I’m gone
You may think you’ll win
But I’ve played this game before
Boy, you don’t know
For I am the huntress
I am the night
I am everything… to you
You may think I’m just a girl
Pure and innocent
With a soul white as snow
You may think I’m weak
That I don’t stand a chance
But you couldn’t be more wrong
For I am the huntress
I am the night
I am everything… to you”
“I’m Brayden, this is Garret and Tristan,” Brayden announced with a wide smile. “And you are...?”
“I’m Cherish,” Cherish smiled back at him. “Well, you guys seem to know Rowan and Cat. This is Maya, her mate Nick, Polaris and her mate Hunter, Lupe, Nova and Camille.” Maya was sitting a little away lying in Nick’s arms. He was a good foot taller than she was with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He was a beautiful wolf, pure white and half a foot taller than a normal wolf. Maya was petite with brown hair and sky blue eyes. She was a small gray wolf, even a little smaller than normal wolves. The two were so devoted to each other it was nauseating.
Polaris and Hunter were almost the same height and both had brown hair, hers just a shade darker than his. Hunter was tall and lithe, his build almost elf- like with deep blue eyes. As a leopard he was the normal brown, she was black. Polaris’s bangs fell in her hazel eyes as she leaned over to Maya to whisper something. The two girls giggled and the guys exchanged exasperated glances.
“Humans,” Garret said looking at Nova and Camille with what can only be described as contempt. Camille just looked at him her brown eyes hurt. She was the most sensitive creature of the night that any of the group had ever met. That wasn’t good since her group tended to tease each other mercilessly. Camille’s brown hair was short and wavy.
“Don’t insult us, bloodsucker,” Nova said, her brown eyes flashing. Cat and Rowan exchanged glances and both rolled their eyes. At times, Nova was a little, racist against all other species. “I am not human. I may be mortal, but I’m definitely not human.”
“Witches?” he guessed.
Nova tossed her black hair with her usual attitude. “Right on, leech.”
“Nova,” Rowan said, a soft growl in her voice. It was Nova’s turn to roll her eyes. It seemed to her sometimes that Rowan wanted to be the savior of the world. The protector of all lesser creatures.
“Sorry, Row,” she said. “You three aren’t bad for vamps, I’ll hold out on an opinion of them. And Jesse’s an okay human.”
“And you four are shifters,” Tristan noticed.
“They are,” Maya said. “We’re wolves.” This was the only thing the two groups would fight over, Polaris and Hunter said they were all the same breed while Nick and Maya claimed lycanthropy was completely different.
“You guys are aware that you all are supposed to hate each other, right?” Tristan inquired finally tuning into the conversation.
“We’re a group of supernatural creatures in this town. Wouldn’t you find people like you?” Rowan asked. “I was the only vamp in my high school. Maya and Polaris adopted me. Our senior year I met Cherish.”
“I beat her up,” Cherish supplied helpfully.
Garret blinked. “Why?”
“She was being stupid.”
Rowan glared at her friend. This was a well-worn argument but it was one the two still fought over. “It was a fawn.”
“It was a buck and my dinner!”
“Girls,” Cat said calmly and they quieted. Rowan glanced at Cherish who stuck her tongue out.
“Rae here is our resident animal rights activist,” Lupe told the boys much to their shock.
“Welfare, not rights,” Rowan protested.
“But you’re one of us,” Brayden pointed out, obviously confused.
Rowan rolled her eyes; no one ever understood her logic. She raised her right hand and said in her best Australian accent. “’I am a vampire not a mindless eating machine. Animals are friends, not food.’”
“Are you a vegetarian then, sweetheart?” Garret asked.
“Of course not,” she said. Vampires could eat other foods but blood was all their bodies actually needed, so a vampire who ate human food and wasn’t active could easily gain a lot of weight. “And don’t call me sweetheart.”
He merely looked at her with a raised eyebrow; she had the urge to kick him again mostly because that look was so sexy on him. “Really?”
Rowan raised her head annoyed by this conversation, and by him. “I take what I need. Nothing more.”
“Ah. Have you ever killed?”
“No.”
“Nothing?”
“No.”
“A kill virgin,” he mused.
Nova snorted. “That’s not the only part of her that’s a virgin.”
Rowan’s eyes widened comically as Garret’s eyes widened and he examined her thoughtfully. “Nova!” she exclaimed blushing.
“And how long have you been with this blood- human?” Garret asked catching himself.
“Our junior year of high school,” she said.
“And you two have never screwed?”
She crossed her arms narrowing her eyes at him. “That’s vulgar, and once again, none of your business.”
“I could have said fucked.” He smirked at her outraged expression at that word. “You know, Rowan, you’re repressed.”
“I’m going back to the dorm,” she said getting to her feet.
“Wait,” Tristan said. “I wanted to know if all of you would like to come with us to the Black Rose tonight.”
“We’d never get in,” Cat said.
Tristan grinned. “My uncle’s Michael Conner, he owns it, I think I can pull a few strings.”
“Will he be there?” Rowan asked fixing Garret with a glare. He raised an eyebrow and blew her a kiss, which infuriated her further. The others watched the byplay clearly amused. They weren’t used to seeing Rowan this riled up.
“Yes,” Tristan said slowly.
“Then no,” she knew it was childish but everything in her wanted to either punch Garret’s smug face or jump his bones. Neither response was a normal one for her, but to him she had to lean towards the hostile response, the other one was far more disturbing. Cherish snickered and the others looked at her surprised.
“Don’t worry about Garret,” Brayden said.
“Yeah,” Tristan smiled at Garret who merely glared at him. “After a while he’ll grow on you.”
“Like a fungus?” Rowan asked.
“Cute,” Garret drawled. She turned and started away. “She has a nice ass,” Garret noted. Tristan leaned over and smacked the back of his head. “Ow!”
“Idiot,” Tristan muttered.
“We’d be happy to go,” Cat told Tristan.
“All of us,” Cherish put in.
“I’ve got a test,” Camille said.
“I’ve got some spells I want to work on before the Solstice,” Nova said.
“Okay, most of us then,” Cherish said. “Rowan will come with us. She promised Jesse she’d go out with him, but knowing those two they’ll get into another fight so she’ll go.”
The next night
“Why am I doing this?” Rowan sighed.
“Because you’re our friend,” Cat said.
“Because secretly you want to throw Garret down to the ground and have your way with him,” Cherish supplied.
“Cherish,” Rowan growled.
“Veil your thoughts.”
Rowan blanched at that. She had heard those thoughts? “But... I didn’t... I wouldn’t want...”
“Kinky,” Cat smirked checking her green blouse in the mirror and fixing her black skirt. Rowan glared at her. Cherish was one thing. She was who she was. She made no excuses for her behavior and everyone knew what to expect. Cat on the other hand was different. She was the unofficial leader of the clan and the one the two turned to when they were in trouble. Therefore Rowan thought that she wasn’t supposed to take Cherish’s side when Cherish was being bad.
“Ready?” Cherish inquired. Cherish looked stunning in her black cocktail dress. The sophisticated effect was ruined by her old leather trench coat.
Rowan glanced in the mirror. Her blond hair was styled so it fell over her shoulders in soft curls, with a few pieces falling in her eyes. She was wearing a black sweater that clung to her breasts showing them off. Cherish had made her wear that alone with the skirt, which came to her mid thighs. She was uncomfortable but the others told her that she looked great. We got into Cherish’s car, a 1969 Chevy convertible, fully restored.
“Hey, beautiful,” she purred, stroking the soft leather interior. “I’ve missed you, my darling.”
“You frighten me,” Cat said.
“Shh...” Cherish said. “You’ll upset her.” Cherish could be a bit... eccentric. And that means that the girl was a nuttier than a Christmas fruitcake... do fruitcakes have nuts? Ten minutes later the three arrived and found the guys and the `shifters waiting outside. Tristan smiled and stepped forwards towards Cat.
“My lady?” he said holding out his arm for her. She blushed taking his arm.
Cherish walked up to Brayden who kissed her hand gallantly. Garret was leaning against the wall lazily. His eyes traveled over Rowan as she approached. She flushed looking down. He was dressed in a pair of leather pants and a black silk shirt. He actually managed to pull that look off and still look masculine.
“You look... nice,” he said his eyes meeting hers.
“Thanks,” she said softly. Tristan led everyone inside.
“I thought you and Jesse had plans tonight,” Garret said tentatively, not wanting to upset Rowan. He seemed to do that without even trying and there was something about her that made him want to get closer.
“We... had a fight.”
Garret perked up a bit. “Really?”
“Yeah, it was stupid, though.” She didn’t seem to notice his reaction.
“No, it wasn’t.”
Rowan looked up at him surprised. “What?”
“It’s in your eyes, sweetheart. He hurt you.”
“No...” she protested then paused. “I mean... Jesse wouldn’t want... he didn’t meant to-”
“You seem to have trouble forming coherent thoughts often,” he observed his lips curling up with the hint of a smile.
Cherish laughed. “It’s all you.”
/Someday, somehow, I’m going to hurt you, Rowan sent to her./ Cherish merely laughed harder. Finally they were through security and into the club. The lights were flashing in time with the music. There were people everywhere. The air was hot and sticky, filled with the scent of arousal and sweat. And the music...
“What in the Hell is that terrible noise?” Cherish asked voicing what everyone was thinking.
“It’s amateur night,” Tristan explained apologetically.
“Really?” Cat asked with a slow smile. “Listen, we’ll be right back.” She grabbed both Cherish and Rowan’s arms and drags them towards the stage. The ‘shifters followed knowing perfectly well what Cat was up to. She talked to the owner, Mr. Conner and before Rowan even realized what she was doing they were stepping onto the stage.
“Cat,” Rowan said picking up a guitar.
“Yeah?”
“I hate you.”
“Ooh, good, we’ll start with that one.”
Rowan sighed. “That’s not what I meant.” The group sang her latest song first then went into “So Sweet.”
“The taste floods your mouth
So sweet
The smell takes over your senses
So sweet
You’ve given me life
You’re keeping me alive
Just give a little more baby
Then I’ll be gone
The pain is now in your life
So sweet
The feeling is all you know
So sweet
You’ve given me life
You’re keeping me alive
Just give a little more baby
Then I’ll be gone
Ooh… ooh…
So sweet
Ooh… ooh…
So sweet
Just give a little more baby
Then I’m gone”
The vampire crowd enjoyed their music the most. They loved their sound, the blend of Goth music and pop and rock style. They had won the whole crowd over by the time they sang “Nocturnal.” “And now,” Cat said stepping forward, “Rowan will grace you with her new song.” Rowan shot Cat a look but Cat merely smiled motioning her forward. Rowan nervously stepped towards the microphone and began a song she had written.
“I look into those dark eyes
Those eyes with wisdom
Far beyond my own years
My hands caress that face
That face that has been through so much
Yet has still kept its youth
You know so much more than I
You have seen so much more life
My immortal lover
I kiss those lips
Those beautiful, cruel lips
That have sent many to their doom
I feel those hands on my own
Those hands that have caused so much pain
Yet are so gentle with me
I allowed myself to feel for you
Though, I know, it can’t last
My immortal lover
I let myself be held in those arms
Those arms that could no doubt crush me
Yet just hold me close
You’ll love me for the rest of our days
No matter how long that will be
My immortal lover
Ooh…
My immortal lover…”
Much to her surprise this song got as much applause that the others, even if it was a ballad. Cat smiled at her before she began their last song, another one that Rowan had written called “Huntress.”
“You may think you see me
Hiding in the shadows
Then I’m gone
You may think you’ll win
But I’ve played this game before
Boy, you don’t know
For I am the huntress
I am the night
I am everything… to you
You may think I’m just a girl
Pure and innocent
With a soul white as snow
You may think I’m weak
That I don’t stand a chance
But you couldn’t be more wrong
For I am the huntress
I am the night
I am everything… to you”