Daylight, Verbayne +Demonata-Freak [book recommendations .txt] 📗
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When the blindingly bright aura of a drunkard stepped in front of the girl I turned to the boy. His dark silhouette stirred as the evil aura within him waned like a flickering candle light. I felt my shoulders stiffen as the aura swept out into the room. He was different, more powerful then the girl, maybe even different like I was.
That bright aura swept in front of him too before I could really distinguish anything from the shadows. I felt my face pull into a frown as an aura brighter then the sun glared in my eyes.
“Come on sweet thing don’t glare at me like that.”
I blinked, the room returned to its comfortable semi dark state. A biker reeking of alcohol was standing just inches from my face. I pulled back. No wonder it was so bright.
“Hey now don’t be that way I just want a little company.”
A low growl crept out of between my sneer. “Back off.” I commanded.
A pair of deeply silvered eyes bored into me over the bikers head. I glanced at the boy at the bar then slid out from behind the booth. The biker reached after me, grabbing my wrist and pulling me back down in the leather chair. I fought the urge to bite him.
I growled at him again, low enough that the boy wouldn’t hear it. “Let go of me.”
“I just want a little company take it easy pretty thing.”
I opened my mouth to curse at him but someone cut me off. “You heard her, let go.”
I turned and to my surprise met another pair of silver eyes. I smiled crookedly. “What are you doing here?” I asked the tall man standing over us.
Chapter 4 - Saoirse"And this is where I'll find him?" I ask as I stare at the address on the piece of paper he had given me.
"Do you doubt me, Saoirse?" He chuckles lightly.
"Off course not, brother, I just need to be certain. Can you not come with me?" I ask once more, folding up the paper I put it into my leather jacket pocket.
He shakes his head and takes a sip of his red wine, his hood still up. "I am too old, and not as strong as you."
I huff loudly through my nose, "me, strong? I have lost every fight I've ever fought with my fellow Vampires, I'm hardly strong." I fold my arms over my chest annoyed.
He leans over to me and brushes my long red hair from my face and kisses my forehead, the age of many centuries of battles and blood in the number of wrinkles painted on his face. "You are strong, it just takes time for your strength to really come out, in some it is a matter of minutes, others years. It will come, like always." He gulps down the remaining wine and stands. "I smelt the kill of you earlier, make sure you slit his throat," he warns as he gently brushes his hand over his left eye to his right.
I repeat his actions and stand myself, "may the gods protect your path brother," I smile.
"And you, Saoirse." He bows his head and leaves the bar.
Sighing I quickly walk out into the night and run across the dead street to the alley were I had made a kill only hours ago. I rush over to the bin and open it, luckily the man is still there and in the same condition I had left him in, the cold of the night has touched his body and luckily there is no smell apart from his natural, repulsive, body odour. I bend over to pick him up when a scent catches my nose.
I quickly turn around and see a small, curvy woman walking out of the bar and straight over to me. Snarling, I hide behind the bin and wait. As soon as I'm covered her heels click across the stone path and straight into my direction.
"It's not polite to hide, y'know." She grins, looking in the opposite direction to were I'm hiding. There's something I don't like about this Mensen.
Then I hits me, I smell through her odour and detect the blood of a Vampire. Growling I step out of my hiding place and stand my ground. Even though the cold doesn't affect us, she is wrapped up in a thick fur coat and scarf.
"Ah, now that I see her, I can talk." She smiles sweetly, trying to bend my mind to her will with a Vampire trick that works on Mensen's and freshly blooded Vampires but not on more powerful Vampires.
"You can stop your little mind game, I may look young but I'm powerful," I growl, silently reaching for the knife strapped to my lower back.
Her smile slips and she twists her mouth playfully, " I can see that but it was worth a shot wouldn't you say?" She takes a threatening step near me but I don't budge. "I only want to talk," she says as she stops and shrugs.
I shake my head, "I don't discuss with sly snakes that masks their blood with the scent of Mensen, that's why I didn't detect you in the bar." She grins at my knowledge and sighs,
"I've been told you are more of a showdown than I, a sneaky being who could prove useful to me." She says while walking to the left wall and then to the right, back and forth as if pacing.
"Who are you hiding from?" I ask, snatching my blade and counselling it in my sleeve, like every other Vampire I could use my long extremely strong and razor sharp nails to kill this girl, but that's what she would be expecting.
She barks a laugh and turns to me, glee withering in her dark eyes that match mine, "a question for a question, is that fair?" She asks, folding her arms.
I nod, sounds fair. "What were you and that man talking about in the bar?" She asks seriously.
I grin, a little pissed, I wanted my question answered first but ce la vie. "I was getting the hideaway of a rouge Vampire, I blooded him. He's responsible for many deaths and must be put down; since I blooded him he's my responsibility." I answer honestly, she searches my thoughts quickly, and I let her rummage through my mind but keep certain things locked away from even her gaze.
She smiles, "you're telling the truth," I nod my head. "I never lie, why should I start now? So tell me, who are you hiding from?" I ask, holding the blade with my fingertips, reading to pounce if she decides an attack is the way to go.
She sighs, "I'm hiding because someone is looking out to kill me." I bark a humourless laugh, "every Vampire has someone out to kill them, it's an unwritten law that we have more than one person up our arse!" I rant, speaking the truth of our cursed culture once again.
"Isn't it always like the Irish to exaggerate things? Never the less, I answered your question." She says with a smug smile glistening on her cherry red glossed lips. "I believe it is my turn for a question, what are you doing in this disgusting alley? Catching a bite to eat?" She grins, the slight nick of evil shinning through her innocent face.
I smirk, the kind of smirk that has seen so much evil that it welcomes such pain and death to its sight, and walk over to the bin. I open it with the hand that isn't holding my still hidden blade and reach in and drag the man's body out. "Just settling unfinished business," I hold the man's head back with his hair and using my blade slice open his un protected throat.
Even though I had feed form him already, blood gushes out of its fleshy prison and spills to the ground a few meters in front of the girl. She breathes in sharply and takes a steep back as the blood creeps near her as I attach my blade to my lower back again. She knows as well as I that dead blood will make her ill.
"What's wrong, sister, not feed yet?" I ask as I wipe my hands on my jeans.
"Not for a couple of weeks, no." She answers, completely transfixed on the red liquid as it slowly stops forming a pool around the slowly rotting mortal.
I crack my neck side to side, "well, you better grab a bite soon, the sun will rise in," I stick my tongue out of my mouth and taste the air. Quickly I pull it back in and swish my tongue around my mouth, "the sun will rise in about two hours." I concur and turn to leave.
"It's fine, I'm a Daywalker." She says without even a little slither of pride.
"Well, woopty-fucking-doo for you, have fun at the beach." I snap, pushing past her and heading home.
"Can I stay with you?" She blurts out before she can control it. I turn round slowly and stare at her. Words creep up my tight throat but refuse to come out. She hangs her head, a shy young girl behind her cocky attitude. "I will have no luck Hunting in the day, if I return with you; I could feed of you . . ." She whispers, "with your permission of course, just until nightfall." She adds quickly as she looks up at my startled face.
I look at her once more and something stabs at my black heart, even as a mortal I had a soft spot for lost puppies. My senses finally kick back in and I groan loudly. "OK, sure. Just until nightfall, but then I must leave. You can stay there if you wish, I won't be returning." I say quickly and walk out into the alley before I see her reaction.
Hearing her heels clicking against the pavement I turn to her, brushing my hand gently across my left eye to my right I say, "my names Saoirse, what's yours, sister?" I ask, picking up my speed, I don't want to be caught in the daylight. I rather like my skin and I would prefer it not to catch fire, granted it takes a couple of hours before it actually bursts into flames but it still feels like I'm taking an acid bath.
"I am Clair," she smiles as she drags her fingertips over her left eye to her right. I nod and we quickly walk to my flat that I've been sharing with my snake for the past month, hope she likes reptiles!
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