The Distintive Child

“What is your name?” she said to the man walking near her. he said “my name is Torture” “Torture?” “Yes.” “What type of name is that?” “It is mine. That is what it is. A warrior is measured not by his name, but by his skill as a warrior and his bravery in combat. Especially when he protects his brothers, or in your case your sisters.” “You mean my brothers.” “What?” “Yes I will fight alongside you.” “Why?” “Why not?” “I do not believe you fight the same. Let alone better than a male of my race.” “Well we will see soon enough. Won't we?” said the princess of Stormellas. “I guess we will, since you are to join us this night.” “Well why not day?” “Because we will die in the day. That is why we need you to fight for us and alongside us.” “That's why the attacks have always happened during the night. Said the princess of Stormellas. She couldn't believe she didn't figure that out in the beginning. Especially since the triplet's mother died when she took them to the park, and Vampyers can not go in the sun light before they reached their turning point on their fifteen birthday.
“So where are we going?” “Right here.” “Where are the soldiers?” “They are fighting this war while we train.” “What are the odds?” “Metal.” “Metal?” “The white devils call them guns.” “Oh those things, I have not heard of them.” “They are very powerful. They have killed our best soldiers.” “What do you fight with?” “Our teeth and strength. You?” “Daggers, teeth, strength, nature, and the will of the gods if they will it. Do you think we will win if the gods will it and only if they will it?” “Well I hope the gods will it because we are fighting for our land.” “Okay that is a different circumstance. I need to pray. May I borrow your temple if you have one.” “Yes of course. It is that big building on the right you can't miss it. Watch out for the blood. If you need some it is in the jar on the mantle.”
“Yes of course” she said with a smile. Isn't that sweet he wanted her to eat. Males in her race only fed you when they had to. If you were what, they considered rude. You didn't eat at all and boy wasn't she hungry. After she did what she was going to do she would feed. She didn't think there would be blood on the floor, as she almost slipped she said out loud “What some messy eaters you have in this house!!” She kneeled to pray before she saw the jar. “Well I will call for the gods before I feed myself. She thought.
“My lords.” “Who is that, there? Princess is that you?” “It be I, my lords” “What have you beckoned us for?” “My lords, I need some help, no a favor in fact.” “What do you need princess?” “This war.” “What do you mean?” “I mean my lords, that we have sign a treaty with the Kyrads. My lords, in exchange for our help in this Humanie war they are fighting but the odds are against us. How princess is that ?” “The werewolves fight with strength, teeth, and claws, the Katz cannot fight because there are only three left. The Kyrads fight with teeth and strength, the Vampyers fight with teeth, strength, and daggers, and the Stormellas fight with teeth, strength,and nature. We all fight with the will of the gods and only if the gods will it, but the Humanies fight with metal. “what?” “They call it guns. I heard they were very powerful, My lords, extremely powerful. They killed our new brothers with only one shot and to make it so bad we are fighting for this land.” “I know princess. What exactly do you ask for?” “My lords, I ask for the power to win this war, if the gods will it and only if they will it.” “They do. Princess, you may be the most powerful being there is on earth. You will win this war. You have been granted this war. Now leave this temple.” “Yes, my lords.” She said and almost left when she remembered the offer on the mantle, and decided she had to feed. She reached for the jar and....
“What is taking her so long? is she fixing her silky stormy hair?” What was he thinking? She must belong to someone else because her brother is very strict. Besides she damn sure isn't into him. He thought. She may be able to read his mind, but she would hate him if she found out that he was blind and to make it worst he couldn't talk but yet he was the next king. Why him? “Why me?” he keeps asking himself but yet when it came to her he could only say “Mine. My body, my voice, my female, my choice. “She is taking far too long.” He will be late for class, if he is he will be mad at her ass. “What a jerk!!” he thought “I better get her out” and he walked in just as she was going to put the blood in her mouth. “Don't eat that.” He screamed with his mind. “It is poison for you. you want to go blind?” “What? I”m sorry. I thought you offered me blood.” “No that is for the gods. That is the offering.” “You offer them blood?” “Yes. don't you?” “No” “What is wrong with you?” “With me? What about you?” “Look if you are hungry come with me know! I promise you answers later.
They went in to a kitchen and he brought her female. “eat” he said “No” “Eat” “I can't” “Why?” “I don't feed off females.” “Okay I can't take this much more. Feed I said” “She is female.” “Nonsense she is whore” “I will not feed off her” “Then feed on me” “I can't .You are not my breed.” “That has never stooped you before.” “You are right. It's just that was war” “Damn it. Bitch I 'm getting tired of this. Feed .I will say it no more.” She bit him on the neck, as the blood rushed in her mouth he let go a soft moan. She mistook it, and begin to cry. When she let go, he gave her sigh. “continue it is okay. With the gods will and only if they will it I will not die.” “I'm sure they do” said the princess as she bit him again, and then this time his brother walked in “shouldn't you two be in class? Your brother was worried about you.” “Imortel!! she is here.” “Oh, no” she thought as she looked up and let go of the King of Fire Demons and looked at her brother “what's this?” he asked when he noticed blood on her lips. “Just feeding.” she said. “I don't see a Humanie here.” “She fed off of me. “What?” “Look, Dejiere it is not what it sounds.” “I don't care!!!” Imortel yelled and left with a tear. “What is his problem? His he your claim?” “I don't know” she said “I was always told he was. My mother said he was, my father said no, and the gods say it is my choice. I have no idea. “Do you love him?” “He is my twin of course I do.” “That is not the question.” “Look, are we done here yet?” “Yes we are” said the prince looking hurt. What did he expect that she will fall for a cripple like him? No he was not cripple. He could do many things most of the time you wouldn't think that he was blind, and since most species of the vampire race use mind conversations to talk for more privacy. He didn't have to talk out loud, so no one knew that he was unable to speak. well none except his parents, if the gods will it and only if they will it may their souls rest, and his dearest brother. How will they continue their nights if he got married? He said they will so it will happened. He was in love with his brother and his brother was in love with him too. That bitch was just a cover his brother said. The one who they would use for children since he wanted some so bad. His brother refused him of course which is the reason they wore condoms since the Kyrads were the only species he knew of that males could get pregnant.
“are you fond of her my brother?” “Yes, Love. Do you mind?” “No Vonvay. I wonder Vonvay” “Yes, Love.” “What does Dejiere mean?” “I do not know my Love. I will find out.” Although he was the youngest by two seconds. He was also the strongest and aggressive twin out of the two, which made him the Vonvay(the dominant male aka alpha male) in the relationship. “Would you like it much if I ask her my Love?” “Yes Vonvay. I would love it very much” “I must go to class my Love.” “me too. Vonvay may I accompany you?” “No you may not, I must talk to the female for you. okay My Love?” “Yes Vonvay. He left his older brother in the kitchen to run after the female.
When he saw Imortella talking to Imortel whom was looking blue. “How could you?” “what do you mean Dejiere” “Don't Dejiere me jack ass. You are impossible. I worry about you all the time, just to walk in and find you on some other guy's neck.” “But I was hungry and there were no men Humanies.” “Is that right?” “Yes Dejiere.” “Why not female?” “What” “Why did you not take the female?” “I don't feed off females and I thought he would order one for me?” “You lying, female?” “No Dejiere” “Come here.” “Yes Dejiere.” He gave her The most intimate kiss she was ever given. “Excuse me” the King of Fire Demons said looking oddly hurt “yes?” said the princess of Stormellas. “Do you mind?” asked the prince of Vampyers “So you are doing what I thought you were doing. It is okay. I'm blind” “You are? I couldn't tell” “No need to pity me female” “Listen Torture can I talk to you for a minute? Alone?” “Yes, you may” “I shall see you in a little while female” “Yes Dejiere” “Later man, sorry about the vision” “No need to. I remember it perfectly. I kind of like it better this way.”
“Look we need to get out of this hallway.” “Alright, walk this way” “What?” “Walk this way.” “Okay.” “I need to talk to you too.” “Where are we going? Mm, sorry.” “Why?” “Why, what?” “Why are you sorry?” “We are not allowed to ask questions of males.” “You can, I am not your claim” “Yet” he thought and dismissed it quickly “No you are not, but we are not to ask all males questions not just our “Dejieres”
“What is a Dejiere?” “Why would you like to know?” “I told my Love, I mean my brother. I would tell him when I found out.” “It is a term meaning: Dominant male or master. It is to say you know the person is above you and you submit.” “Like Vonvay?” “Well what is Vonvay?” “It means master” “Do you have a Vonvay?” “No I have a Love.” What is that?” “A slave.” “Who is your love?” “My brother, and hopefully you.” “I like you Torture I really do. I can be your love if you can share me with him, and Dejiere is just like Vonvay.”
“Do you have kids Imortella?” “I have six cubs” “Adopted I hope” “Yes indeed. I have never been touched by a male.” “What about your Dejiere?” “We are claim only in name.” “It is someone else he adores.” “Well then he is foolish. There is no female Vampyer, Kyrad ,or werewolf with more beauty than you. Especially a Katz.” “She is Humanie.” “You are joking? Are you not?” “No afraid not.” “You must be. They are hideous creatures. Whom have no strength and have to use metal as an aid. They should all be enslaved, not loved.” “I can't say I agree with your aspect.” “Well I know it is right. They kill each other for what? Land , money, oil they don't need” “You forgot women or did you do it on purpose because you realize they have that in common with you and me.” “Well, shouldn't we start training?” “Yes I agree.”
The King of Fire Demons and the princess of Stormellas walked toward the gym. “Sorry, my princess I can't stay. I must talk with my friends. See you later, Love.” “bye Vonvay.” “What did he call you female?” “Love, friend.” “Here comes the instructor.” “Let's have the two males who just came late” Torture walked up, but none else. The teacher got mad because he knew he saw two of them. “Who is the male who came late? You don't want to tell? Then It will be your class mates who suffer” “Maybe if you will stop calling her male, she will appear.” “She? there is no she.” “Yes there is. Here is her papers. Imortella come up.” The princess of Stormellas walked up to the teacher saying “I am not male.” “Then you are not in my class.” “Yes she is. The King of Kyrads says so.” “No disrespect, but in that case he must be mad.” “actually he is quite sane. This is the one, who killed our soldiers.” “No couldn't be. She must have had help” “No I didn't and if you have a pet, I could demonstrate.” “I'm sorry I don't remember asking you to speak.” “I'm sorry, I don't remember saying I care, any way like I said you ether give me a pet or you accept me in the class.” “And if I refuse?” “Well I can always demonstrate on you, it's up to you.” “Send in the pet.” “Oh, I'm sorry is the big bad male scared of me? A so called scrawny, weak female?” The teacher flushed red with anger. “No I'm biding my time” he thought “Until they realize they have nothing to worry about. “Here go a head do what you did to our soldiers” “No” “No?” “Not yet, give him a weapon.” “Like what?” “A metal.” “Metal?” “Trust me, he knows how to use one.” “Are you sure?” “Yes give him one and send him out side. Tell him to be prepared to shoot me. If he has the shot, take it.” “Okay” said the teacher. She thought “If the gods will it, and only if they will it I will receive more power.”
Then she started walking outside as quietly as she could manage it. Then she inhaled and smelled Humanie. Sweet, scared Humanie. It made her remember Imortel walked in on her dinner, she was still hungry. Hungry enough to tear this poor Humanie apart. She quickly and quietly ran to her soon to be victim while her fellow classmates watched her in awe as she moved faster and more gracefully then any of them including the teacher ever dreamed of. She grabbed the Humanie's gun, before he could get a shot and ripped his arms a part. First his left, and then his right. Then his legs, and drank his blood. Then she took her dagger and put it to his stomach, and drew three sixes and a big capital IM. Then she drank more blood as her victim was dying, and begging her to end his life. While Torture took his camera (a gift from his mom) and begin filming her as she made her kill.
Then a young male flew in and she said “Dragul, are you here?” “Yes I am. I saw your lightning strike, and thought I join you for dinner?” “Yes you may. Quickly he will die soon.” “I see AB positive, my favorite. Oh mother, you spoil me so.” The young boy drank the blood deeply, like he was afraid he wouldn't have a next meal. “I have been thinking I want you to live with me.” “but no one would claim me. maybe Vonvay would?” “I would talk to him later. come with me Dragul” “We must get out of here. Mother. The sun comes soon” “You are right come, class is over.” “What do you mean class is over that is my call and...” “Do you want to fry?” “Class is over” he said. Every one to bed. We will call your families later and explain.” “That's what I thought” “who is he Love?” “My son” Imortella said. “His name is Dragul, he is six years old and is the last of the Fire Angels.” “Oh my... I'm sorry, your majesty” “Please don't bow.” “Is he not of the royal family?” “He is.” “Then why not?” “Because he needs more than that. I want him to live with me, but since we need a father to claim him, he will not.” “What about Imortel? “He said no. He will not claim him for he is not mine. What about you? You want children Imortel does not.” I will claim him. He is my son and he will stay with us here in his castle. I'll show him to his room. Can I come too?” “No Love. My brother is waiting for you. She looked at Dragul with doubt. “I'll be fine” he said “I promise. He just wants to talk.” “If he tries any thing just call me okay ?” “Yes mother.” 'Bye.” “See you later.”