Deragona Planet (Iwipoo Warriors)Relaxed?

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As peace is falling over the Iwipoo warriors. The Wai are preparing for the war that has been dormant for a decade.

The prince looked into the sky and seen a couple of his fiercest warriors in training formation. Wings extended and talons sharpened to perfection. His battle captain Loen was on the verge of putting his second in command down, when Mir swooped undetected and grabbed Leon tail giving enough of a distraction that Slin clamped down on Loen exposed neck.

The Loen bowed in defeat as they all landed and changed into their human forms.

The prince smiled with pride as he walked towards them.

“Wow Mir and Slin managed to take out the great Loen.”

The men bowed as he approached.

“Yes but you did notice it took two of them.” Loen said looking at his men.

In human form Muir was tall and lanky. His hair was shoulder length and copper brown. Slin was a bit shorter and stockier across the chest area. Hair cut close to his head revealing his family mark that lay beneath.

“So how goes it with the meeting. Are you to be wed to a Iwapoo?” Loen said with a slight distaste to his tone revealed. He did not hide his feeling when it came to that tribe.

“No, I am unwed due to a cleaver female that is not from this world.” He said with a smirk.

“Female?” Slin asked

“Cleaver?” Mir asked next

“Yes. I have decided that I want her.”

“Is she able to be with on of our kind. What is she other than female?”

“She is human. From one of those intrusive ships in the sky.”

“Well then she may have left and returned home.”

“No she has not. A little bird has told me that she read the secret text to best my negotiator. Now she is not allowed to leave. It is our law. I will come up with a plan to get her but that will not interfere with the war.”

“If you go after this female it will definatly start the war.”

“Yes. It will.” The prince said as he looked at his men.

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Ramona was ready to go to her new home. She decided that as she was stuck on this planet she will at least take that long deserved vacation and relax a bit.

The door chimed before Orick entered. He was in his usual garb but he did not seem at ease.

“Is there something wrong?”

“Not at all. We have received your belongings and they are at your new home. The king has told me to inform you he will be sharing a meal with you tonight.”

Ramona felt uncomfortable. “Is this to be professional attire then?”

Orick did not understand what clothing had to do with a meal.

“You can dress how ever you deem fit. Shall we go.”

Ramona nodded and followed Oricks lead. Outside the palace the grounds looked vibrant with colors of green and gold. The birds that flew over head did not look like the ones on earth. Wings were thinner and tails long and flared.

She seen a young male pulling on and animal that looked strange. It had not eyes that she could see and it had a thick snout. It looked like a cross between a water buffalo and ant eater.

“Orick what is that the boy is leading?”

“That is the Kotup. It is very prized among our people. It gives it’s nourishment by milk to the young.”

As he was explaining it let out a strange noise that she felt vibrate through the ground.

“What did it do?”

“It emits a sound that cause the mikoo to come up and it will eat it.”

Ramona could only think that the mikoo is there version of wormes or ants. They walked for over an hour and came to a home that was close enough to the kings home but far enough for her to have privacy.

It was a nice size dwelling. It was one level but the scale of it could be considered as having two dining halls combined. She entered to see that the theme of the design tend to mimic the out doors. She may have to make some changes. Not to many but some.

Orick showed her all of the rooms and each room had a private bathroom.

The eating area was large and off to the side was smaller area to eat as well.

“The food will be arriving within the hour as you say. The main room has all your things in there. I will return with the king. So please make this your home?”

Orick left and Ramona looked around with a little fear in her stomach. Orick felt it and did not understand why.
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“Did she like her new home?” Nonilla asked as he stepped out of the bathing area.

“She seemed pleased. But there was a slight fear I sensed when I left.”

“Fear?”

“I did not stay to scan her thoughts.”

Nomilla gotten dressed in silence. He wore the teal and silver. It was rare that he did dressed fully to eat. He normally goes out for a flight after to burn off the food he consumed.

“You are quiet Orick. Speak your mind.”

“I am not at ease. You seem different since she has arrived and I just hope it does not cause a problem in the future.”

What he held back from saying was he did not want to go to war. They have had their spy and the intel about the Wai preparing for battle have been leaked out to the people. the marriage would have slowed down the danger. It would not stop it.

Nonilla turned towards his guard and patted him on the shoulder. “Let us have this evening and tomorrow we will discuss the matter of the Wai.”

Orick nodded. They left in silence and walked to Ramona’s home.

Normally the king would walk in but he wanted her to feel that her privacy was respected. So he waited until the door opened and Ramona stood there in a garment that was enticing, yet simple.

He hair was let down and the waves framed her features. He noticed that there was something on her eyes that was making the color standout. Her lips held a tint and shine to them.

“Come in please. They have just left and the food smells wonderful.”

The king entered then Orick. After she closed the door Orick noticed she was not wearing any shoes.

“Ramona you have forgotten to cover your feet.”

She smiled. “No I haven’t. I would walk this way in my quarte’s and since tis is my home I would do the same. Besides it prevents the floors from being messed up from the out side.”

Nonilla decided to take his shoes off and follow his host. Ramona smiled at his gesture. Orick refused.

“Would you both like something to drink?” She asked

They both nodded. Once she left Orick whispered. “I think we may need Lani to stay with her for a few days. She is uncomfortable being alone in this house.”

The king nodded his consent. He will try to make her feel welcome.

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{B.I.R. Coterie} Do you Bleed?

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Everyone’s story always beings either in the morning or at night. Mine began when the sun colored the sky blood red orange. An occurrence that happens every hundred and twelve years.

I was inducted into the coterie at age twenty, or was it twenty one? I really do not recall. At this moment the point is mute. What is really important is the here and now and watching the flow of this precious red fluid drop onto the cold tiled floor.

I would not care if all the blood flowed out of this idiot but I made an ill fated promise to keep this particular idiot alive until dawn and I keep my word.

” Jacqueline the sun is rising, why don’t we keep him hidden until later?”

She was in a serious blood hypnotic state, that new turns could not normally break. Angelica was no new comer and she is the best to drain a body dry.

“That sounds like a good idea. Let us put him in room 212. No one goes down there. They think it is haunted by all the people I killed over the millennia.” She smiled showing a bit too much fang.

Did that bit of information run a chill down my spine? Yes. But will she ever know that? No. She would from time to time say things to get a rise out of me and only once did that work. That was one of the worst day’s of my born again life. That I have ever experience. You may have noticed I said born again, as if I was chirstian. On the contrary there is not one religious bone in this body.

I just like telling the truth and the truth is if you come back for the dead you are born again, right?

Angelica and I managed to move the blood bag down the hall to room 212. listen to his breathing which was shallow and the pulse was faint. He would be good in a couple of hours. I began to formulate a plan on how to get him out.

” Put him on this bed over here.” She said as walked towards it.

“How many more of these do we need? I’m getting tired of curbing my appetite.”

We dropped him on the bed and she turned towards me with her red lips and descended fangs showing that she was willing to give me what I would need. Little did she know, what I need is waiting for this piece of shit, before he would give himself completely up.

Angelica’s pheromones were irritating my senses. She gives off a strong aromatic scent of ammonia and that is not sexy at all. Her age of 118 was not a turn off since before I was reborn I was attracted to older sexes. There are certain qualities that I do not like, even if I did choose her. She possess one of those qualities ei: women should not smell like ammonia.

Women should have some iota of how to entice and not just give it up. Finally a woman a real woman would realize that being a predator, we love the chase. Easy is not pleasing.

It seems she never learned that in her second life.

“What? I don’t do it for you? I will eventually I always get what I want.”

“Is that a threat?” I asked calmly but my eyes showed a different emotion. Angelica knew she stepped over the line with me but she was to proud to admit it.

“No it was not a threat. Just bestowing onto you what I already know.”

I had enough of her. “I will return I have to get to my accueil. No draining until I return.”

She nodded and followed me out of the room.

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The Eight O’clock Train

 Hello my fire starters. This short story I written I had submitted for a writing contest. Please let me know how you like it.                 

The crow cawed before the sun rose in the sky. ‘Bad omen’ was the thought that crossed my mind. Normally I wouldn’t care what time I left the house to catch the train but today was different. Today every hair on my body stood on end, my stomach felt constricted with nerves.

This was not going to be any normal day. The sun was scheduled to rise at seven fifteen. It was now seven thirty and the moon was still in the sky. Another bad omen.

I pull out my mental roller deck of prayers to make it safely to my destination.

A cab stopped in front of me.  I would chose to take him instead of waiting for the local bus. Which by my watch was running late.

That was a third sign and yet I still headed on my way to work.

The drive to the train was uneventful. I convinced myself that I had to stop with all the superstitions.  I paid my fare and ran to catch the train before it left the station.

I was just in time to squeeze in before the doors closed.

The train cart looked like any other New York City train cart except for the tall man that stood at the back exit.

I felt him staring before seeing him truthfully. I tried my best to ignore him but I could not shake the feeling that he was not normal. I could not get a good look at him. He seemed to be standing exactly right so that it seemed he was in shadow.

The train made three stops before a man who was living out of his shopping cart entered.

The mysterious man in the back watched the homeless man that entered. The air in the cart seemed stagnant almost enter to be choked by.

The train went into the tunnel and the lights went out for a few moments. No one moved or said a word. All you heard were the train rolling on the tracks and all you felt was the swaying of the cart. It was like we all knew not to move.

Once the lights returned, the homeless guy was slumped over his cart. Looking as if he fell asleep and the mysterious man was standing where he was before the lights went out.

But the air had a foul smell to it. I thought it was the normal odor from a person who had not showered in ages. That was my first thought, then a memory immerged in my mind. “Liver”.

Yes it smelled liked a bloodied liver. I glanced at the man that stood by the door and seen what no one else had noticed. The small puddle that he was standing in. It could have been water if it was raining. It could have been spilled coffee if he had any before I arrived. But I knew it was neither, I quickly turned my head and tried to focus on the movement of the train.

The man started to walk down the aisle. From the far end of the cart to the other. Passing in front of me, leaving dark red drops across my folded legs. He stood in front of the doors opposite a man with his eyes closed and nodding his head to the music he was listening too.

My heart jerked as the trained stopped and the doors opened.

The man left the cart. At that very moment the oblivious passenger that sat where he stood, realized that bloody foot prints made its way off the train.

A scream was let out by a young girl of fifteen as the homeless man fell over exposing his throat that was ripped out and gaping.

What a morning.

I made it into work two hours late due to the police questioning everyone that could have possibly seen the killer.

The need to get out of there as soon as possible was so strong I almost lost the contents of my stomach on the platform. The people who were there in the cart, were a mixture of media hopefuls and annoyed citizens.

I was neither. All I wanted was out. Sargent Lines was the one who questioned me, which felt more like grilling than questioning.

Once the ambulance came to pick up the body, the sergeant let me go. He handed me his card, stating if I could remember anything please call him.

I nodded and left as quickly as I could. The sun finally rose but it was not as bright as normal and the air smelled clean. Which is almost a praise on air quality when you work in the city.

Walking into “Hos. Med. Inc.” was the best feeling ever. I went straight to my office, locked the door behind me, took my goose down coat off and screamed into it until I could scream any longer.

I manage to collapse into my chair and take several deep breaths.

The image of the blood dripping across my lap was etched into my skull. I had to get them off immediately. I had sweat pants in my draw that I stashed for those rare days I would want to go to the gym after work. I quickly pulled out and changed into. I threw the pants in the trash. I did not want to try to save it. My mind will replay the incident every time I pulled it out.

Looking at the clock on my desk, I knew there will have to be explaining to do to my supervisor but I had to get myself together first or else I will fall apart in front of her. I sprayed air freshener in my office to help get rid of the scent of blood that was probably not even there but had to be trapped inside my nose.

It helped slightly. Forcing my mind to do the same ritual it did every day to make me feel a quarter normal was a task on its own.

Finally I was ready to face Lillian Farmer, my manager. She is a five feet, five inch Irish, Pilipino woman. She is absolutely pleasing to the eye until the appearance of the lines.

First her eyes level out and three vertical lines appear between her brow bones. Then her naturally bowed lips almost become as thin as construction paper because she curls them in to bite them. Finally the two vertically deep crest shape lines appear at the side of her mouth.

This all occurs the first few seconds of entering her office.

I took a deep breath. Let it out as slow as I could and knocked on her door.

“Come in.”

As I open the door a swish of hot air goes across my skin.

I stepped in to be greeted by the lines.

“Why are you so late? You are supposed to call to inform me of any delays.”

“I am so sorry. I was being questioned at a crime scene.”

This piqued her interest.

“Crime scene. Did someone get robbed?”

“No actually a homeless man was murdered and they kept everyone who was in the cart there for a while. I could not use my phone because I have lousy service on the subway.”

Something happened to Lillian Farmer. The lines disappeared and a look of enthusiasm appeared. The same looked she gets when she presents one of my ideas as her own and gets praised for it.

“Do they have a picture of the person from the platform cameras?”

“I’m not sure. They did not let us know any of that information.”

“Okay well your excuse for being late is acceptable. You can go get yourself some coffee and get to the data analytic report for the meeting tomorrow.”

I gave her a forced smile and walked out of her office. She proves to me every day that I need to get out of this job.

The staff kitchen was a bit small but it suitable since we have a staff of thirty eight people. The Kureig was being used by Bria.

She always greets everyone with a smile. Bria has been with us a year and the environment had not tainted her a bit.

“Hi, I didn’t see you earlier. Are you working late today?”

When Bria asked you a question you feel it is out of genuine curiosity. There is not a malicious bone in her body and I felt she will not last much longer at this backbiting office.

“I was held up because someone was killed in the cart I was in. But I am fine now. Thank you for asking.” With a slight edge to her voice

Bria stood there looking at me and out of now where gave me a hug. Instinctively every muscle tightened up but I mentally pushed myself to hug her back. Finally she let go and I stepped back just in case the impulse to do that again overcame her.

“I’m so sorry. If you want to talk about it I am a good listener.”

“I appreciate it. All I need is coffee and to get back to work. Please don’t let anyone else know. I do not want to repeat this all day.”

She nodded, turned to the coffee machine and took her coffee. I knew I hurt her feelings but I was emotionally drained.

I hoped she would keep her word and keep silent.

Since that occurrence the rest of the day went along as normal.

The office staff did what needed to be done for the day. Including the gossips, the judgments and the unwanted opinions that were given to others without warning.

I stayed until seven. The seven fifteen train will arrive on time. That is one train that is always punctual.

Lillian had left a few hours ago making sure to tell me in passing that she expected a completed report.

I decided to finish it at home. I just wanted to be in my space. The last person to leave had to lock up so that fell on me.

The sun had brushed a muted orange across the sky. I looked as if the day was worn it out as well and it wanted it to be over or it could just be me projecting how I felt.

I managed to catch the train and get a seat. I had learned my lesson from this morning. I will just keep my awareness of my surrounding at least three feet around me.

With every stop the train made, I made a small mental plea to just get me home safe.

My stop was the next one on the train. I began to breath a little easier. Everyone seemed to be occupied with what they were reading or listening to on their phones.

I tried not to think about this morning but my mind would not allow it. The towering presence he had and the fact that I could not see his face was bothering me.

“Church Avenue. Next stop is…”

I almost missed my stop. I jumped up and bumped into a woman that was blocking the door.

“Excuse me.” I said I hurried out of the door and kept on walking towards the stairs on the north end of the station.

Once out of the station I wanted to run home and lock myself in. That would cause too many people to look in my direction. So I opted to walk quickly.

My apartment is a half a mile away from the station. When the building came into view, I slowed my pace a bit.

“Hey wait up.” A voice I knew too well was calling me from behind. I stopped and waited for Nancy to catch up.

She seemed a little more excited than usual. “What up?”

“I have to tell someone. I was just promoted to assistant director of advertising at my job.” She said bouncing up and down from her news.

“Congratulations, I know how hard you’ve been working lately. You deserve it.”

“Thanks. Let’s go out tonight and get some drinks.”

“Sorry not tonight but I’ll celebrate with you this weekend.”

She seemed a little deflated but she nodded her consent. We walked into the building talking about her promotion and what she was going to do with the extra income.

Nancy had so many dreams that I could not help but smile. ‘Just wait and see what taxes are going to do with all that extra income.’ I thought.

We both gotten off the elevator on the tenth floor. We have been living down the hall from each other for over six years.

We both went to the same high school. She came in on senior year and we hit it off right away.

The colleges we choose were very different. I wanted to do something that had medical influence to it. She on the other hand wanted to be in design.

She graduated with honors and I just passed with a B average.

Once I entered inside the apartment I was greeted with the familiar smell of bake chicken and turnip greens. My stomach felt as if it wanted to come out and feed itself.

“Hi Nona I’m home.”

Nona is my grandmother from my mother’s side of the family. My mother had left me with her when I was eleven years old and went off to live her life. My grandmother, Nona is what I would call her. Could not believe that she would do that but she did.

I received a letter from her when I turned sixteen years old. She apologized for not being in my life but it was for the best that she wasn’t.

I found out later that she was admitted into a hospital for mental illness. She was found in an alley surrounded by dead cats. She thought they were demons trying to suck out her soul.

I asked Nona about it and she just said to pray for her.

After that I never thought about her again.

“Nona…”

“Yes I am in the front room. What is it?”

She was sitting on her favorite multicolored couch that went with the orange area rug that seen too many feet in my opinion.

I sat down beside her and laid my head on her shoulder.

“What is it? You had a hard day with your crazy boss?”

“No. Well yes but that is not it. On my way to work a man was killed in the train cart I was in and I can’t shake the image from my head.”

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry you had to witness that. Did they catch him?”

“No he left the train before the police came. But it felt like he was staring at me.”

“Did you get to see his face?”

“No which I thought was funny because he seemed to be standing in a shadow.”

Nona was very quiet.

“Now honey tell me something. How was that man killed?”

“He had his throat ripped out.”

Nona’s body trembled a bit.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing why don’t we have dinner. That will make you feel better.”

“Nona I know you better than that.”

She took a deep breath and shook her head. “It maybe just coincidence.”

“What?”

“Well when I just moved here from Richmond Dakota with your mom it was because it was getting too dangerous to live there. First it started out with a man ended up missing and when they found him with his throat ripped out. Then another body turned up. But I heard that they caught the man. So don’t you worry?”

“Well Nona you had me scared to death. They caught him.”

She rose from the semi lumpy couch and went to the kitchen.

I felt like there was something missing from her story.

“What are you not telling me?”

“Your mother had accidentally seen him kill someone.”

Okay my heart dropped. I had to find out who this person is and if he was let out of prison.

I went to my room to grab my lap top and went back to the front.

“Nona what year did this happen?”

“It was over twenty five years ago.”

“Twenty five years makes it 1994. Richmond Dakota murders.”

The newspaper article said that they caught the “Kota” killer. He was a young Caucasian man that lived on the streets after his parents were killed in a fire.

It went on to say that he suffered a psychotic break when he witnessed his younger brother being killed on a drive by.

The judge sentenced him to life. Unfortunately he did not make it to the prison.

On transport his body was found floating in the river. Arms and legs severed.

“Nona did you know they killed him before he even made it to the prison.”

“No I didn’t. So then there is nothing to worry about. This is a different guy.”

“Baby I would feel better if we moved.”

“No, Nona I am not moving. I love living in New York.”

“Really?”

“Well I won’t be chased out of it. I will leave when I am good and ready and not because I was forced out.”

Nona had seen the determination in her granddaughter eyes. She’ll stay but she did not feel safe at all.

A couple of days went by and things went on as usual and I had not seen anything about the murder on the news. I figured that they probably did not consider it big news since it happened to a homeless man.

I woke up late because I gotten caught up in a reality show that had nothing to do with my reality but it did lightened my mood for the night. I could finally get some sleep.

I barely caught the right train this morning and it is normally empty but today it was bustling with people. I hate it when it’s that packed. You cannot even think because people’s internal voice volume is busted.

I managed to stand by the door at the end of the train cart. Once the door closed the two women that was sitting in the seats near where I stood and started having a conversation about their jobs.

“My boss needs to be put on permanent time out.”

“Girl, you around kids too much. (Laughing) You can’t put a grown woman on time out.” (still laughing)

“You do not understand the type of crap she’s pulling. I should have went for that position. I’m doing her job and my job anyway.”

“Then you need to be put on time out.” The friend said while she continued to laugh at her.

Now que the traveling Mariachi band. ‘What is it with today?’ I thought.

I looked at the time it was three minutes to eight and the train was almost at my stop. I decided to look straight forward into the plexy glass windows on the steel doors.

Behind me stood a man who was wearing a hooded sweater. Nothing weird about that, until my stomach began tightening up.

The train stopped in the tunnel and the volume had went up a notch with everyone. He walked down the cart and bumped into this woman.  She wore a tank top and fish net stocking over her shorts. . She had her pink and blue wig that is matted and slightly tilted off her head.

She was clearly not fully there. She pushed him back from bumping her then she turned back and continued speaking to this older guy.

When she waved her left hand in a playful gesture to the man before her, people started to look up. They felt something wet hit some part of their bodies.

A young man that was sitting in platter distance realized that he was being hit with someone’s blood. He looked at the woman and realized she had a finger missing.

“Oh miss. Your finger is gone.” He said and pointed at her hand.

That’s when everyone went out of control in that cart except me and the man who stood at the door at the other end.

He looked at me. This time I could make out that he had a faded mustache and beard. Something that is common on young men.

The train began to move and no one was paying attention to the guy who clearly was the odd one in the cart, o at me since I did not embodied the hysterics that was going on.

“Miss are you alright?”

I heard someone ask but was not sure they were speaking to me. It sounded as if I had head phones on and the sound was muted.

“I think she’s in shock. This train has to get to the station quick.”

As if on que the trained pulled into the station but the conductor did not open the cart doors.

“Are you kidding me they have trapped up inside with this maniac?” A guy said near the woman who lost her finger.

I glance away from him and in that moment he left the cart. He moved in between the two carts and jumped on to the platform.

No one bothered to hold him there. Instead everyone had their phones out recording the events that was before them.

The police arrived quicker than last time. Of course everyone interviewed gave way over the top explanations of what had happened.

The woman was rushed out and into an ambulance. The available police officers searched for the missing finger.

A toddler walked up to his mother to show her the toy he had and she screamed. Causing his little angelic face to turn red in fear. The tears followed behind that.

The officer took what the toddler was holding and it was the woman’s finger.

They tried to ask where he got it but he was scared and it was useless. He was too young.

This time I was not questioned there with the others. I was taken to the police station since I was at the scene of the other crime.

“Miss I find it hard to believe that you only gotten a look at him from his mouth down.”

“He was wearing a black hood. There were people videotaping him leave they probably got a shot of him.”

“We have confiscated all the phones to view. Right now you’re the only clear lead.”

“Anything else you can remember?”

“Yes, he kept staring at me.”

“Like he knew you?”

I just nodded. I wanted to leave and go home. I refused to go to work and deal with my boss after this.

“So that means you got a good look at his eyes?”

“Not really because of the hood. But he was intensely staring. Can I leave now?”

“In a few more minutes. You see you’re the only one who seems to get a look at him yet you don’t have a clear view. I find that odd.”

“What is odd about that?”

“You see him and then he kills people. It’s almost like he wants you to know he’s doing it.”

“So?”

“Maybe it’s someone you know and you don’t know who it is or you know who it is and you’re protecting him.”

“This is crazy. I want to leave now.”

The other officer whispered something in his ear. It was like watching something on television.

“We cannot hold you but we will be watching from you. If he is trying to get your attention by harming people we will probably need you in the future.”

“Need me for what, Bait?”

“Maybe not certain.”

“Oh I’m out of here.”

I stormed out of the precinct, barley noticing what was going on in front of me.

I hailed a yellow cab to take home. I was willing to pay the outrageous fee was going to charge just to avoid the train station.

While I watched the buildings fly by and the people walk as if nothing could harm them. I could not help but to wonder where he was. Is he walking among these people just watching and waiting for the next victim?

I felt the water build up in my eye. Hot tears were released down my cheeks because I could not understand why me?

Why was I the one chosen to see what this man was going to do?

Not only once but twice. I closed my eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. I needed to center myself. The cab ride was long but peaceful.

I went to my apartment and my Nana stood up and ran to me.

“I saw the news. Did you see him again? You did, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“We have to leave. I know you want to stay. But I feel we should go.”

“Nana where would we go?”

“I was thinking Hawaii or Trinidad.”

“What, where? We don’t have money to go to those places.”

“I have saved up enough to start over out there. Anyway there is not much starting over for me. But as long as you’re safe I will be happy.”

I cannot believe what she is saying to me. Not only did she want to leave, she is willing to leave the United States.

“Nana I want you to calm down. They will catch the guy.”

“Oh honey I heard the crows this morning. I knew something bad was going to happen. We have to leave.”

I know it was a superstation but it seems like the crows are a warning.

“I’m going to my room and get some rest.”

 I went straight to my room and just flopped on the bed. I did not know when I fell asleep but I was in a dream.

I dreamt of his eyes and then the birds. What was the connection?

He stood in shadow and he attacks only the homeless?

Suddenly as if on speed, my dream fell upon his cloths. His clothes were not clean and severely worn. A smell came to me. A familiar smell. Like something sweet, something you would smell in the morning.

I looked up, I heard a voice. “I see you.”

The dream took me out side of my job. The security gaurds were joking around and a young man came up to me and ask for spare change.

I was able to find some and gave it to him. Then I heard my boss’s voice say, “What a waste?”

I told her, “It was not a waste.”

“She said “You’re the waste.” Then she started laughing.

The crow flew back into my dream and cawed very loudly.

I woke up in a sweat. I had a feeling I knew who it could be.

I should call the police, but something seemed to be nudging me not to get them involved yet.

I decided I was going to the train station. It was five fifteen. I’m sure he’s here.

The trains were crowed with everyone getting off work and rushing home. I managed to get on one. It made at least seven stops before he came on.

A young man asking for money to help him get something to eat.

“Why don’t you get a job or go to a shelter?” A man mumbled while he was reading.

“Are you willing to give me a job?”

He kept ignoring him. He walked from one end of the cart, to the other end. As he walked towards me, I took out thirty cents and gave it to him. I managed to get a good look at him and realized he was not the one.

“Thank you miss.” He said with his head bowed.

“Why don’t you get some help?”

“I help myself and I try to help others who can’t help themselves.”

“How are you able to help others?”

“Just because I ask for help does not mean I cannot help. You’re a good person but you work for someone who enjoys others pain. Why? Why help me when you do not help yourself? I have to go.”

He seemed very uneasy with talking to me. It was easier to ask for money, I guess. I looked at his cloths and he was wearing old jeans and t-shirt. His sneakers seemed alright. There was no hooded sweater at all.

When he left I smelled cherries? That was the smell in my dreams. But the guy who’s killing is taller than him. But he is connected somehow. I’m sure of it.

I decided to get off and go to the precinct. I found the detective speaking to a woman who looked as if she just was attacked.

“Listen I had to protect what’s mine and if she thinks he would leave me for her, she better thinks again.”

“Okay calm down miss. Just tell me what happened.”

I found a bench and sat down for a while. When he was finished with her, he noticed I was there waiting.

“So, did you remember anything?”

“Actually, I did. I think it a homeless guy that askes for money on the train.”

“That makes no sense. Why will a homeless man kill another homeless guy or cut a homeless woman’s finger off?”

“I don’t know but I think it’s him.” I told him what happened, and he did not feel like he was the guy but he decided it was time to use me as bait. I had my reservations about it.

The time was seven thirty-five and they wanted me on the train. I told them it only happens in the morning. The detective told me that this guy is probably following me and since he struck at eight, he may do it again at eight in the night.

I didn’t want anyone to be hurt so I agreed to try and get him.

I sat in the same cart with the conductor. It seems at this time the cart was buzzing with people meeting up to go to a bar.

I closed my eyes and tried to stay calm. There it was the smell. The cherry smells. He was there. I kept my eyes closed for a few more minutes.

“I know how invisible you feel. I will make everyone see you.” The voice whispered next to my ear. He never spoke to me before. I know that voice.

I opened my eyes and seen he was walking down the cart. He wore the black hooded sweater and dirty worn black sweat pants.

The train jolted and he bumped into a Hispanic man standing near the door.

He wore blue shirt and blue jeans. He was carrying a book bag over his shoulder.

He backed away and kept walking. The guy was bleeding on his side.

A girl noticed it too and pulled out her phone. The guy slowly fell forward from the shock, where was the police?

Other people took out their phones and someone had the guts to pull the emergency break.

Three men blocked his way trying to stay clear of the knife. I seen a couple of officers running in the other cart. They tried opening the door, but it seemed locked.

The man on the right a slightly think male, slightly balding and wearing a black shirt and matching jeans. The second guy was taller wore glasses and looked a bit more nervous than the other two men. The last guy looked like he was the one who would make the move to take him down. The police still could not get in.

The guy felt cornered and he swung the knife wildly. The cell phones were out and one woman was talking into it describing what was happening.

I went to him and decided to try to get him to give up the knife.

“Why don’t you just give up? There is no way out of here.”

The guy looked at all three men and dived for the shorter one.

The three men managed to get a hold of him and pinned him down. The shorter man stood up and discover that the knife was still stuck in his side.

They pulled down his hood and it was Crawford. One of the employees at the office.

“Crawford? What are you doing?”

The conductor finally unlocked the door for the police to get in.

“Crawford Why?”

“I am so tired of these people always begging for money. I had nothing and got myself out of it. These people don’t even try.”

“What’s the whole thing about, I know how invisible you feel? I’ll make everyone see you?”

“You cower down when the boss is around. You make yourself look so insignificant. I was going to make that psycho of a boss look up to you.”

“Crawford, you’re an idiot.”

The train started moving into the next station. The police took everyone statements and asked for all the phones to be turned off since this is an active crime scene.

I still had a bad feeling. What did the homeless guy mean by, I don’t help myself? I just did. I became bait for the police department.

After giving another statement to the police I was allowed to go home. Two officers escorted me out the door because all the news station had gotten a hold of the story.

I was able to get into a cab. This time the police department paid for my ride home.

Once inside I told my Nana what happened and she broke down and cried. My heart was breaking the more she sobbed. She said that her life would have been over if I was killed or hurt by this man.

She was great at guilt and I guess I did deserve it. It took me at least an hour to calm her down. I made her some tea and she took a couple of aspirin from the headache that came on from her crying.

I laid their on my soft bed and felt relaxed for the first time in a long time. I fell to sleep and what I could remember was the man’s words, “Why don’t you help yourself?”

I woke with a start. I could have sworn someone had spoken the words to me. The clock was about to ring anyway. I did my normal routine and went to work.

I walked into twenty eyes set on me. I knew this had to be because of me not coming in yesterday and Crawford being arrested for murder.

I put my things down in my office. Took a couple of deep breaths and went to Lillian’s office.

Have you ever seen an angry dog? How intense the stare is?

“You did not call out and you left me to fend for myself in the meeting.” She said in a low menacing voice.

“I’m sorry but I was not-“

“No you were not thinking as usual. Go to work and pick up Crawford’s slack until we can find a suitable replacement.”

I looked out the window and a crow was perched on the ledge.

“No. I done with this crap. I am your assistant not your slave. You take credit for my work and enjoy my misery. You’re really a sick human being. I did not realize how bad you were until you enjoyed the death of that man on the train.”

“Mali before you go too far and get fired. Go to your office and get to work.”

“No. I’m done here.”

“You’ll get no recommendation from me.”

“Don’t need or want it. I’m leaving. I guess you have work to do.”

I turned and walk away. I walked out of that place breathing easier than I ever had.

As I stepped off the side walk to cross the street a dove flew by and a smile appeared on my face.

A thought came to my mind. ‘He really did help me with no money.’

Coffin made plans {Tcotd17}

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The whistling caused by the wind forcing it’s way through the crack in her coffin. Made Abella’s eyes open halfway looking at the satin casket that was made for her as a present by her late mother.

She never used it until now. She tried her best to stay still as her burns healed but with every movement the pain reminded her of what occurred to get her there.

“Mimi.” she whispered

She will be included on her on the death list. Accidental deaths happen a lot in  nests there size. She had loyal followers that would do anything for her.

A thought of getting rid of Makalo had crossed her mind but she could not for the life of her see him dead. Not until she figured out how to give him a child of her own.

Being a full blood vampire she should have failed at conceiving at least once but his inattentiveness to her needs, played a big factor. He had to have another on the side. His appetite was being quenched by another and she will find out who.

She began thinking of Adorjan. He can not live to claim his birthright. He is of age but he is a blithe that needed to be rubbed out. Once she arises she will go about things a bit differently to get what she wants. It will start with, “Morgan.”

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Makalo felt a twinge of guilt for snapping his daughter’s neck to knock her out. But she will be coming around, shortly and he did not want to get in an argument at the moment.

He placed her on her bed and walked out of her chamber. He had to see what had come to his home leaving Lurkspur in charge.

The house seemed the same but it was odd that the night maids were not tiding and he did not hear the rustling of pots in the kitchen.

Makalo had human servants and he treated them well. It was oddly normal.

He reached out his senses and hit a twinge in the forest behind the (House). Lurkspur was shielding what ever fowl play he was up too.

Immediately he rushed to the area to be greeted by the naked maids and the servants in the kitchen.

Makalo located Lurkspur in the distance being ridden by Yolanda and is feeding off Phillip at the same time. He knew his appetite would get the best of him.

“Lurkspur enough. Undue this trance at once or I will banish you from here forever.”

Lurkspur blackened eyes and elongated fangs dripping with blood looked at Makalo. he was in full feeding phase. Only an inkling of knowledge of what was going on had seeped into his blood hazed conscious.

Yolanda screamed out her orgasmic completion and fell onto her side. Lurkspur rose with his shaft still at attention. It looked as if he was struggling to come back but he bared his teeth to Makalo in defiance.

Makalo had had enough and took down Lurspurs ward. He was at his throat faster than Lurkspur could protect himself.

“Sorry old friend but you should have had more control.”

Lurkspur lashed out and tried it’s best to get Makalo’s grip from around his neck.

Makalo waited until to his blood lust faded and Lurkspur return to it’s rightful mind.

“Makalo I’m so sorry. I wanted to have fun and it turned into…”

“A freakin orgy Lurkspur. I want you to wipe their minds clean and leave.”

“But I can be of service.”

“No. Leave”

“May I return?”

“I’ll see you in the next millennia.”

Makalo released it and walked away. “Do not drink another drop or it will be the last drop.”

Makalo was tired yet his mind kept drifting to Adorjan and how he was doing. He’ll think about it at sun set. He was tired and he had to make sure Lurkspur left his home and county.

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Leo sat against a large tree watching Adorjan looking at the moon.

“Why haven’t you drank any blood?”

Adorjan looked at him and not really wanting to answer him he did anyway.

“I don’t know how it would affect me and I don’t know who I would turn into.”

“You may stay the same. It’s not bad letting your self be fully who you are.”

Before he could answer that remark, Creya came back with two rabbits. Adorjan took them and began to clean them up.

Creya and Leo watched how skilled he was at cleaning the animals and preparing them to eat.

“Who taught you to do that?”

“My mother and grandmother. They taught me many things.”

Leo let out a chuckle and that statement.

It took over forty five minutes to cook them sufficiently to eat.

Creya had one and so did Adorjan even though his stomach was acting odd.

“Next time leave them a bit bloody. Your stomach won’t hurt so much.” Leo said as he rose.

“Where are you going?”

“Why do you want to join me Creya?” He asked as his eyes conveyed hid true meaning.

“Just go.” she continued eating the rabbit.

“I’ll be back soon. Just call out if you need me. I’ll be close enough to hear you both.” He said looking at Adorjan.

“Do you like him?”

Creya shrugged her shoulders and gave a non answer.

“I mean do you ….”

“Oh you mean mate him? I never thought of him like that. Lately he’s been coming on strong but I don’t know?” She stood up and stretched again this time Adorjan kept looking at her.

She went over and kissed his cheek. “the rabbit was good thanks.” She whispered. Then licked her lips.

His body was reacting to hers but he refused to act what if he killed her?

“You said mate? Why?”

“One day you’ll know. Just not today. I want us to stay the way we are now. I’m tired.” she picked a spot next to the fire and laid with her back towards him.

Her jeans cradled her full bottom but revealed just enough to make his mouth water.

His could not move or else he body would reveal what it wanted. He decided to do the meditative sleep to calm his blood down. It’s gonna be a hard night.

So how is it so far my fire starters. Are you feeling the urge to write me a comment or two. Well feel free and like as well. Until next we meet. Fia xoxo (owned and copy written by fia)

Lips Lie? {The call of the Dhampir(12)}

Every night Abella rises and renews the promise to herself to get rid of Makalo’s abomination. Every night that promise comes closer to fruition.

Abella knew that she was living on borrowed time. She seen the hatred grow more and more in Makalo’s eyes. She hears the whispers from the others about his conquests. Yet he would not touch her. Only that once to consummate the mating.

Abella tried her best over the years to show remorse about her sister’s death and to prove to him how deep her love was. Makalo did not once listen. He did not once shown compation. What he gave was indifference, infidelity and loneliness.

He created a prison with no bars. She could not seek forfillment with another or else she will be put to death. What she allowed with the ancient was torment in it’s most primal form. When he heard of her demise did he shown an ounce of care. No he threatened to kill her if she go outside the mating again. It was his right to do so.

All the same she rose and looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She will kill Adorjan and she will do it in front of his father and the rest. They will see she is a true mate to Makalo. A pure mate that will give him offspring if he only tried.

“Abella I have located Mimi.”

“Were was she?”

“She was in Cleos’ chambers.”

“Was she there all night?”

“I can not say. I too was asleep when the dawn came.”

“What about our servants. Can they vouch to where she has been.”

“Yes Marisa the maid said that she seen when she went into her chamber at the dawn.”

“At dawn.”

“Yes”

“Bring her to me at once.”

“Yes Abella.”

“Mimi you naughty child. Where have you been lately?” She asked as she smiled at herself in the mirror.

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Creya walked beside Adorjan without saying a word. He was still brooding from eating the cookie. They stopped for the night to rest in the following town.

The lodging were known to housed their kind without asking questions. Before they went to their rooms she had to breatk this silence.

“Look Jan I am sorry. I did not think this would affect you this badly”

“Why because of who my father is? Well I was raised by my mother and grandmother you seem to forget.”

“okay I get it.”

“No you haven’t got it. You took something away from me that was my right to—“

“To what?”

Adorjan stormed off into his room and slammed the door. Creya felt worse. At least with silence you do not deal with emotions. That was something she was never good at.

She asked the owner of the place if he had a bottle of house wine. Of course he did and charged accordingly. Creya went to her room and drank half the bottle down before having enough courage to confront adorjan again.

She went to his door and banged on it. Adorjan opened it. He looked slightly wet. His hair looked as if it was washed and she smelled honey suckle. she needed to keep her head clear. She pushed him out of the and stood in the middle of the room.

“Look Jan I do not apologize more than once. But here I am apologizing again. I am sorry I gave you my blood.”

Adorjan could tell she was a bit drunk. Her words were not slurred but her posture was relaxed, not so guarded. Her ears were slightly pink and so were her cheeks.

“I accept. Now leave please.”

“Not until you finish what you were about to say down there.”

He stood there debating if he should.

“No you said I took away your right. Your right to what?”

He moved closer to her. “I am not fully human. I am not fully vampire.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

He looked at her with an annoyed face.

“Again I am sorry. Wow that’s three times. I’m on a roll with you.”

“It is my right to have my first bite when I decide to – -“

“Oh not that to again. To what? Sleep with someone?” Creya laughed. “You can not be that pure looking the way you do.”

Adorjan went to his bag and pull out a shirt.

“You are, aren’t you?”

“It’s not something we should discuss. I’m sure that you have experience as well.”

“Why are you so sure about that?”

Adorjan stood and walked close to her. He could smell the wine on her breath. He moved as close as was possible. He felt her breath on his skin. He watched as her lips tinted the color of her ears.

He swallowed the minute moisture that was left in his mouth. He slowly leaned down and he heard her heart racing. Her pupils dialated. She looked afraid.

“See I am aware that women do not respond like you when they have been with other’s. Did you know that lips flush with color when aroused? There is four to five layers of skin that betrays you.” He whispered close to her mouth.

Creya pushed him away and realized that he knew. She need to leave.

“Am I right, Creya?”

“Lips Lie all the time.” She said as she walked out of his room.

“Not this time.” He said knowing that she heard him.

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Mimi was escorted to Abella chambers. She sat near the window looking out.

“So my dear I have not seen you for a while. Why is that?”

“I was away. Did you miss me Abella?” She said sarcastically

“I really do not have time for this. You know you will be dust shortly.”

“Oh really. If you kill me My father will ask for your head. Everyone know about you Abella. I am not in your care but in Makalo. “

“Do I care? You are the spy. I figured it out.”

“You were never that far away from me. Lurking in the shadows. It just occurred to me that you are the only one capable of doing that very thing.”

Mimi knew she had only one chance. It was a bold move but she will have to try.

“If I did as you say. Let the fire judge me.”

“You would stand in front of the fire?”

“Yes.”

Abella laughed. “The fire will comprise of my choosing. You will be ash.”

“I will take the ruling of the fire.”

“Fine you will meat the fire. Tomorrow at sunset.”

Mimi turned and left. She prayed that Makalo will return soon.

My fire starters we are entereing dangerous times. If you like please comment and hit like. Until next time Fia xoxo

The call of the Dhampir chpt 8

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The smell of blood swirled around the dead as if it was like freshly baked cake. The mansion was buzzing about the smell. No one could pin point where the smell was coming from. Which was a miraculous feet since they had a high sence of smell.

The prince had left that morning and there was no one to keep Abella in check. Abella walked down the stairs dressed in lace and satin dress. The color seemed to be a green but the amount of blood that was soaked on the dress it was almost impossible to distinguis the true color.

“Listen to me all of you. I know that the prince has his spies watching me. I have personally dispatched a couple that I know of. If I find out who else is giving him information about my coming and goings I will gladly add your blood to this dress. Have I made myself clear?”

Not a peep was heard. The others stood watching her with bared fangs and anger in their eyes. In the shadows Mimi hid. She will get a message out to him once the sun rose. Until then she’ll keep to the shadows.

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“Wakey,wakey” Adorjan heard before a cold splash of sea water drench him. He sat up with a start.

The girl that was up in the tree was standing before him laughing.

“Was that really that funny? How did you get here?”

“Oh you hit me with two questions at once. Let’s see. It was hilarious, you look like a wet cat. Second question, I came over with my father. Now answer my questions. Why are you sleeping here on the boat and are you hungry?”

Adorjan got up and shook off the water that was still dripping from him before he answered her.

“I am waiting for the twins to come back and I fell asleep. I am a bit hungry. Why do you have some food you could give me?”

She smiled and climed down from the boat and started walking towards the houses. “Are you coming or not?”

Adorjan smiled and climbed down from the boat, then followed her. He did not realize how close in hieght she was to him, since the last time he seen her she was laying down in a tree. They walked for about five minutes before they stopped in front of a house.

“Before we go in I think it would be wise that we should know each other’s names. I’m Creya and you are?”

“Adorjan”

“Adorjan is nice, but since I am welcoming you inside I think I will call you Jan.”

She seem very determined that she had to give him a name as if she was christening a ship. He kept his laughter inside until later. He gave her a nod that he accepted the shortened name.

“Okay let’s go in.”

The house was brimming with people of all shapes and sizes. Not to mention color. A woman no taller than Adorjan’s knee passed in front of him and he could swear he smelled a hint of stale water.

“That is Oria. She is a swamp pixie.”

“Oh” He looked around the room and basically everyone looked normal to the naked eye.

“Come with me. Your probably really hungry. We have food in the kitchen.”

“What’s going on? Why is there so many people here tonight?”

Creya laughed at his comment and he could not understand what was so comical.

They walked into the kitchen and a woman with red curly hair down her back was covered in flour.

“Ah, Creya you finally brought the Dhampir. Come in, come in and eat.”

Adorjan felt slightly trapped with the two women in the kitchen.

“Sit and eat. Or is this not what you favor? Do you take after your father then?”

“Okay what is this about? I do not like feeling like I am a mouse in a maze.”

“Ah yes, you are quite the mouse. Oh my excuse me a moment, the bread will burn if I do not get it out of the oven.”

The red headed woman turned and took something that resembles bread out of the oven, but it was pulsating.

“Perfect. The marsh folk do not like their bread to be over done. Now let me introduce my self. I am Inakoraikatoo. You can call me Ina. I am what you call a neutral observer of all the species of this world. I take no sides and I answer questions that I deem is none intrusive on the path you are set upon.”

“An observer?”

“Sit, you are safe here. No violence is allowed in my presence ever. Would you like to see what happens if you try?” Ina handed a wicked looking blade she was using as a cutting knife.

Adorjan looked her square in the eyes and seen something roaming behind them. He refused the blade and turned to Creya.

“So what are you?”

Creya hoped on the kitchen sink and bit into a celery stalk. “that is answer that will be given, when it is necessary. Now sit and relax, Jan.”

He did as she asked since for some reason she seemed trust worthy. “Why did you bring me here?”

“To the point then. I have been watching you since your grandmother died. The vail she had over you and your mother had vanished when she passed. I was shown that you need a companion on your quest.”

“I have no quest and I do not need a companion.”

“Listen, Jan is it? Creya will accompany you on your path. Enough said.”

“I don’t know where I am going. So Creya accompanying me to nowhere is really ridiculous.”

“You do not know your path? How is that possible?”

The red headed woman looked genuinely confused.” Alright enough talking and more eating. Then tonight you will sleep in one of the rooms. Your safe here.”

“You keep saying that?”

“Well, Jan if you would wipe the suspicious look off your face then she wouldn’t have to keep repeating it.”

“Creya help me bring the bread out.” Creya knew the woman can lift a truck if she wanted with no help. Something was up.

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The beating of the bats wings gave no comfort to Makalo. Time was running out and Adorjan had to start piecing things together before his lack of knowledge kills him.

Makalo went towards to the east to see Sheri. One of the longest living vampire in the world. Makalo walked toward Sheri’s chamber to be greeted by Kara. The of the few weaknesses he allowed in his life.

“Kara what are you doing here?”

“Makalo do you not miss me?” As he watched the woman before him drop her shear gown revealing a body he came to know all to well. He still questioned her presence in Sheri’s chambers.

He deferred the question until a later time. His body burned from the memory of her body beneath him and her blood coursing through him.

“It can wait Kara.” He said as the door closed behind him.

So my fire starters Makalo has a side chick and what’s the deal with Ina? Why did she ask Creya to help her with the bread? And before I forget Abella’s claws are out, rather her teeth and death is in the air. Hmmm what will happen next? Comments and Likes are appreciated. Until next we meet. Fia xoxox

The call of the Dhampir chpt6

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The sun was shining but the rays were being its deceptive cohort. There was a chill on the sea as the men road the waves to the city.

“So Adorjan you have never been to the city and I feel it is my duty to give you some insightful tips on how to stay afloat.”

“Oh shut up Brinx. He is a grown man, he can handle himself.”

“Bijou you must help him learn the financial part as I teach him about the in’s and out’s. I will start.” Brinx said as he sat next to Adorjan.

“Once you hist dry land you will feel a wave come over you. Not a normal wave but a wave of greed, lust and any sin that comes to mind. The city is the playing ground for the ambitious businessmen. These people will know of your lack of experience. It’s like radar and they will try to exploit you. So you must school that innocent look on your face.”

Adorjan touched his face and he felt the shadow of a beard but he did not feel innocent.

“Your eye’s. Your eye’s show your innocents. You should try to scowl as much as you can and your size will help clear the path of miscreants.” Brinx said as he looked seriously into his eyes

“Since my brother insists that  I teach you to finance, I will give you advice that will help. Never tell anyone how much you have on your person. There are ears everywhere and those ears have empty pockets and a drive to fill them. There are dark alleys that I advise for you to stay out of. Ladies of the night tend to do business in those alleys. If you chose to venture there keep in mind that many of them are unclean and carry illnesses that are incurable.”

Adorjan looked at bijou with wonder on his face. His yaya told him many things but she had left out illnesses that can not be cured.

“Yes so you should keep that little man in your trousers. You get my drift?”

Adorjan nodded.

“If your looking for work go the factories. There should be something there you can do until you increase your personal income.”

The twins looked at each other and mirrored each other’s smile.

“Adorjan you never did tell us why you are venturing out into to the city,” Bijou asked as he stirred the boat.

Adorjan thought about telling these two men the truth but it seemed that they would not understand.

“I am searching for a cousin. Last I was told she lived in the city and I must come to visit her.”

That was the best he could do. He was actually going to see his yaya’s sister. He was told by his yaya that she was still living due to a deal she made long ago. She never told him who she made the deal with.

“Well then we will reach land in an hour and the wind has changed. So gents get to it or we will go off course.” Bejou said as he turned the wheel vigorously.


The City of Mali

The city was everything the twins had said it would be. After they said their good bye’s. Adorjarn walked into the palatable wave in search for Amorisa. His grand aunt. he pulled out a crushed paper from his trousers and looked at the address one more time.

He walked half the day before he came upon a house made of red brick but was covered with vines and soot. The house had a cast iron gate and a cobblestone pathway up to the front door.

Adorjan opened the gate and there was no sound. Normally all gates made a sound even wooden ones. He shrugged it off as it is well maintained. Odd since the rest of the front wasn’t. He walked up to the door and it opened with a young child standing before him.

“Come in Adorjan. She has waited a long time to meet you.” The child said. but on closer inspection, it was not a child at all. What was she?

Adorjan followed her in and noticed the air felt a bit stifling.

“Please sit. She will be right out.”

He did as she said as his eyes took in and categorized what he was seeing.

“Adorjan, you finally made it.”

“A voice that he had not heard in ten years said behind him.” He stood and his heart hurt from stopping.

“I know I look like my sister Celestie. I am her older sister. Have a seat before you fall Adorjan.”

He did as she requested and began to breathe again as his lungs demanded.

“So before I tell you what my sister could not, why don’t we have a drink. What would you like?”

“Water would be fine.”

She looked at him with her head cocked to the side.”Fine I will have wine.”

The glasses appeared with the liquid. Amorisa raised her glass for a toast. So Adorjan did the same. The clink of the glass echoed through the house. After Amorise took a sip she sat in a resting chair before him.

“Let’s get to it shall we. Your father is………”

Adorjan interrupted her before she could say it. “He is a vampire. I know.”

“Well, that is good. He is the prince of vampires. His name is Makalo. He sired you with your mother.”

“He is a prince?”

“Let me tell it without interruption.” She took another sip.

“Your father fell in love with Nikila. But he was betrothed to her sister Abella. A terrible accident happened and Nikila had died. Makalo married Abello as arranged but he hated her with all his being. He locked himself away for years looking up ancient texts to see how his life would have some meaning to it.

Then he found that he could sire children without biting their mothers. The only thing is that the woman had to have the carrier gene. He left the tomb and went to Abella. He mated with her for a month yet no child was conceived.

He went out and found a female pureblood vampire sadduced her and she got with child. Once Abella heard about this, she killed the woman at once and took the child that was born and raised it as her own.

Again Makalo went out of the marriage and found my niece. She was so beautiful yet so sad that he granted her a wish of one night with him. He did not know she would be a carrier. Once she found out she was with child she ran to my sister and raised you there in the woods.

To protect you I visited once as my sister asked and we cast a powerful spell to hide the three of you until you were a man. Once you became of age the spell broke and Abella felt your presence. She will be out to kill you.”

This was allotted to take in.”Wait you said a spell. What are you?”

“We are the last line of Szoba gypsy’s.”

“Gypsy?”

“Yes this is a lot to take in, but I have to tell you the rest. You are a Dhampir and you are going to go through the culling. Once you go through this you will be the first to create a species of the two. Abella believes your an abomination but your father knows otherwise.”

“The culling?”

“You are going to be lead to your mate. Once the union is consumated the world as we know it will forever be changed.”

“I do not want to be a creator. I did not ask for this.”

“We are all not asked if we want to live or die. It is chosen. Enough talking as you stay in my home you are protected. No one will know where you are.”

“I have a half-sister.”

“Yes, she has been kept away from others. Abella did not want her to learn of her true mother.”

“She sounds horrible.”

“I guess. When a woman or man loves another so deeply and can never receive that love in return it can turn a person mad.” She sipped her wine again.” Your room is upstairs to the right. Rest and we shall talk again after you process what I have told you.”

Adorjan did as she said and went to get some rest. Yet something his yaya told him.

“Stay, but do not stay longer than the night.”

“Why could he not stay at night?

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The call of Dhampir chpt4

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Makalo felt the shift in the house when Abella returned. He was in his library sitting on his ninetieth century throne when the shift occurred.

He put down his memoir of his life two centuries ago and rose from his comfort to greet his absent mate. He could have waited until she fully recovered from the ordeal she had to endure, but why she he? There was no love between them that he had to show such compassion.

He went to her chamber to be met face to face with her trusted guard who seemed a bit (ashined) himself.

“Is Abella awake?”

“the guard bowed and answered, ” No my prince.”

“That is alright. You may leave and feed. I do not seem to recall your name?”

“I am Artimus Cello, my prince.”

“Who sired you?”

“Abella, my prince.”

He nodded with understanding and walked past him opening the door to her chamber. Abella was laid out straight with her dark chestnut hair around her. Her pallor was grey and yet he felt no compassion towards her.

“Awaken Abella.” He commanded.

Abella slowly opened her eye’s to the prince’s command.

“I hear that you visited the ancient to get some information.”

Abella tried her best to sit up but her body felt heavy from the lack of blood.

“Yes.”

“was the price you paid equivalent to the information you received?”

She cast her eye’s down, knowing he knew the ordeal she went through.

“I should ignite the damn parchment. You gave yourself to what we consider an unclean ancient to kill my offspring. Yes I know what you retrieved.”

“Why should you car who I give myself too. You have not visited my bed in centuries. Instead you go to the cattle. Why punish me over something you are not interested in.”

“You are correct. I will never go to your bed. By law your infidelity is enough for me to kill you, but I gave my word to your father I would not.”

“You wont burn the parchment will you.”

Makalo looked at his mate with a look of pure anger and disgust.

“I will not burn the parchment. I will let things go as written.”

Adella kept her eye’s casted down as she whispered,” What have I ever done to you to hate me so much?”

“You really want that answer?”

“Yes,my prince.”

“You were created.” He turned around and walk toward the door. “I will allow this transgression once. Do you understand?”

“Yes” she whispered with her head still bowed. She would have shed tears if she was not drained.

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I feel as if I have not given you the necessary back ground information on the mating of Makalo and Abella. That story needs it’s own blog to give you the complete synopsis. But I will tell you that the mating of the two was arranged and enforced by the former Prince Lacume. He wanted a unification of the second strongest vampire nests in the world. Makalo had his sights on Nikila. Abella’s youngest sister. They had met secretly and planned to make the announcement of their mating. Abella found out and secretly planned the death of her youngest sister, Makalo’s first and only love.

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Adorjan walked endlessly in the woods around the small towns. Making sure not to go onto property and spooking the animals.

He slept sparingly. He did not need much sleep as his sire but he also did not sleep as much as his mother. He ate what he trapped and cooked the meat. Never well done just a slight char to give it flavor.

When he did sleep he rarely dreamed. Unfortunately, tonight was not one of them. He was walking down what looked like a dark hall. At the end of the hall was a small glass floating in the center of a square room.

The light that was being cast was from a candle at the far left of the room. H walked up to the bowl and inside was a clear order less fluid. He took it and drank. Instantly is insides burned and his eyes bled.

Adorjan woke with a start. He knew that was a foreboding as his yaya would say. He made a note to remember the dream. His life may depend on it.

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The call of Dhampir chpt.3 (Adult)

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The night wraps around the undead like a silken sheet, that slowly caresses and transitions with their every move.

A slight shift disrupted the serene night. Everyone felt and knew “He” was approaching. The newly turned made their way to their rooms and the older vampire’s stayed to greet the prince.

Makalo decided to enter his home through Abella’s chambers. He wanted to see what his mate was up to. Once he regained his form from being a shapeless mist. He knew that Abella not being in her chamber did not bode well for her victim.

A slight movement to his right alerted him of being watched.

“Mimi appear before me.”

A little spider crawled above the prince’s head and slowly lowered itself before him. The spider took it’s the original form of a young woman at the age of sixteen. Eye’s still full of innocents that had long gone. Skin soft and plump. Lips slightly off with full bottom lip and a nearly non existent top.

“Why are you in Abella’s chambers?”

“I was keeping an eye on her for you.”

“I do not remember assigning you to keep watch.” Looking intensely at her.

“No my prince. I just thought….”

“What has Abella been up to now?”

“She went to the ancient. Her guard informed her of a spell to break the protective barrier around your dhampir.”

He stood there letting the information sink in. He knew her hatred for his indiscretion with the human consumed her, but to what end will she not go to kill, Adorjan?

“When did she leave?”

“Over an hour ago.”

“She will learn the price to pay for information from that ancient.” She walked toward the door past Mimi.

“No more spying, but you have improved in skill.” that was all he said as he walked away.

Mimi will follow his order but was illated for the slight compliment he had given to her.

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Abella looked at the bed covered with red and gold cloths. She removed her clothing and went to lie on it.

As her body laid completely down on the soft sheets. Several steel bars looped around her wrists, arms, knees, and ankles. It burned at her flesh but she refused to scream.

“There is no need for this. I will not leave before our bargain is done.”

“Do not say things that will not happen.”

Abella did not understand what he meant. She made a deal and she never backs out of anything she had agreed to.

The Ancient walked close to the bed and began to disrobe. His power was immense. He hid behind it so she did not see his true form.

The body she witnessed was well formed with a flattened stomach and strong thighs. His manhood was impressive yet not aroused.

“I guard you against my form now. But once the act between us starts you will see what is hidden before you.”

He levitated above her nude body and slowly lowered himself on to her. He began with a kiss or two on the neck. She felt a sting on her thigh, then another on her hip. The stings began to turn to pain when multiple punctures were being administered to her body.

She had not screamed in centuries. She endured many agonizing ordeals to her body, yet she had never felt this. She finally looked at the ancient that was laying on her and the sight demanded her fear and blood-curdling screams.

His body housed over a hundred smallmouths all with tiny fangs piercing her flesh and suckling the flowing dark blood. Once the realization sunk in. He entered her moist cavern with one thrust. The amount of blood he had taken from her body engorged his now aroused shaft.

Abella screamed as tears of blood flowed from her eyes. He took possession of her flesh and coveted her blood. The consummation went on for an hour. His member did damage her inside as his teeth damaged the outer shell.

The ancient rose off her body and all the tiny teeth dislodged from her flesh as the bargain had been satisfied. The metal holdings released her. Her used body could not move from lack of blood.

“I will call your guard in so you can feed. Once you are satisfied to leave. The parchment will be waiting for you outside. If you should need more information, please feel free to bargain again.”

The Ancient glided out of the room as she lied there. No thoughts came to her. All she could do was endure the pain that seemed to continue after the deed was done. The guard ran in and stopped at the sight of Abella. Every inch was covered with bites and dried dark blood. He approaches and bit his wrist to feed her.

She drank hungrily and fainted from exhaustion. The wounds heald slowly. The guard dress and carried her out. He seen the parchment tied in a black bow hanging from a limb of small spruce.

Abella slept soundlessly as only the dead can.

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The call of the Dhampir

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Chapter One

Not so long ago, my kind was feared by not only humans but the very creatures that we steam from. Vampire or the living immortals. Normally you would hear that we hide in the shadows and kill indiscriminately.

That is not who we are. We are the off spring of the blessed mortals that walk in the sun and the damned beast that roam the night. We are in that grey area that no one dare speak of. We kill when their is a need for it. Lately the need had somewhat diminished.

Our appetites are as complex as our make up. Yes we can drink blood to survive but is it necessary no. We eat and digest food just as our mortal half requires.

Before I go into why I am writing all of this. I must tell you that I fear that my life will end before I will end this account of our existence.

I will start with my name. I am called Adorjan Szabo. My mother was the daughter of the Hungarian tailor to the Czar. My father was a high immortal vampire that fell in love with the pure innocents of a young woman.

My mother stood all of 1.49 meters tall (59in). I remember she had thick brown hair, heighted by the sun, leaving a golden hue. That was not the most remarkable thing about her. What drew you in was her eye. You read correct. Her eye drew you to her. She was born with only one eye, framed with lush lashes that naturally emphasized the deep green of her iris.

My sire which I prefer to call him was tall framed. Strong looking jaw that housed lips that was so full and supple that it made you wonder if he was meant to be female. His hair was dark like on a full moon and if I remembered correctly he smelled of sweet honey suckle.

I was created on the night of Maborn, to those who do not know that would be September. I was told that it was a mutual mating and the thought of love did cross their minds once or twice, but it was fleeting. My sire took what he wanted and granted a wish that she bargain for, but before the bargain was consummated he fed from her.

Even though she was a beauty, having that one eye had put off many suitors and she felt alone. She told me when I was of age that she asked my sire to take her innocents, so she would feel what other women felt even if it was once in her life time.

He agreed to the bargain but he did not realize that she was a carrier. She was of the ancient line of mortal female that was able to carry an offspring of a vampire to term and create a Dhampir.

When my mother realized she was with child she ran off into the woods toward my grand yaya’s home. Yaya loved and cared for my mother until the day of my birth. That was the day things changed. Yaya realized I was the offspring of the undying. She wanted to spare my mother heart ache and kill me at birth but my mother pleaded for my life.

“Angyal, you will not have an easy life with the gyermek (child). He will never be part of either of our worlds why do this?” Yaya asked

My mother looked at me and said that she will have someone to love for ever. the forever lasted until her ninetieth birthday. I buried her next to Yaya in the woods on the day of my birth. As I said my good bye’s , that is when I seen it.

An image of a place that I must go. My yaya told me that some immortals have the gift of seeing images. Some may be present or the future. I believe it was a place I must travel to in the present. I packed what little I had and left my home in the woods.

Little did I know that my very existence was being observed. In the shadows I was being followed. At the time I did not notice but the time was drawing near to the “culling”. A change that all Dhampir’s go through when they reach the age of maturity.

The tracker was set upon me by Abella a name that you will get familiar to as my story unfolds. I walked through the woods avoiding the small towns as best as I could. I had learned to hide my teeth but there were times that they would hurt when a young woman would approach.

The sweet smell that came off them seemed to be amplified. My yaya told me about the acts between a  men and a women and even though I was not allowed to be near them it was not without effort to quench my desires.

One night I could hear my mother and my grandmother contemplating on paying one of the young maidens to bed me in hopes that would help. But I did not want that, so I told them very sternly that I did not want a… whore. They both turned flushed that I over heard what they had planned but conceded not go through with it.

that was over eight years ago and I do not regret my decision. What if I hurt a mortal being engulfed in lust or what if I get killed being discover by an immortal female? I will wait until I find my own kind. If any other’s were out there.

 

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