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Camryn
How may one put it lightly? The secrets that I know, the secrets that I keep, if known would cause fear, a hunt, or a revolution. Fear of the unknown now the known is the normal response. Yet people will bottle up that fear until the moment when they may lose something, then they lash out like a cornered wild animal. As for a hunt, only our relatives and victims can find us. Actually the latter typically does not go looking for someone to eat them, however they are dumb enough to wander into a dark alley were we are waiting. A revolution? For what cause or purpose? A scientist would call it natural selection, a philanthropist would cry out but keep their mouth shut; only the religious would lead an assault on the darker ones.
We that lurk in the night. Different peoples call us different names. However the purpose is still same, as inhuman as it may sound, is to drink people’s blood and one would hope to take back our world.
Lost in thought, as always, I did not reply to the posed question.
“Hmm?” I murmured.
“Will you take Bartholomew’s under you, uh, wing?” Clair questioned me.
“That dhampir? Are you insane? I had to train the last one and then I had to kill
her too, all because Bartholomew cannot deal with mortal women with his pants
on.” I shot back.
“Well? Please? If you don’t take him, Zeus will take him and then will have two off
the fucking wall.” Clair hissed.
“Then will have another ‘Clarice saves the day’ then she’ll get even more glory
then I’ll be excommunicated for killing her. I might think about it then. I wonder,
how receptive of my training he will be…”
“Cam, he’s only one hundred and ten, go easy on him will you?” Clair pleaded, knowing I utterly loathed my name being shortened.
“It’s Camryn, dammit, not Cam, not Cammie, Camryn. Got that? Why in hell are
they sending him to me so old?” I hissed. I glanced around the room and saw only
my large room that lacked much furniture.
“Because Bart liked to keep his son with him?” Clair guessed.
“This is a big deal, he’s now a danger to the whole community. He’s unmarked,
unchecked, and untrained, and that’s just to start off the list. He’s going to turn
and hunt us,” I said quietly.
“Sinclair said he doesn’t seem the brand to change.”
“Clair, just because Sinclair can read people, does not mean you can come to me
and start spouting whatever nonsense he decided to say today,” I reprimanded.
Clair was near tears. Oh goody.
“What am I to tell Bart then?” Clair asked weakly.
“To send his accursed son here and he will be trained personally by me,” I said.
“Oh good!” Clair exclaimed as she scuttled out of my room. Thank the gods. The
door opened a moment later and Clair stuck her head in. “He’s here now, you can
tell him,”
“Bartholomew had the brass to come here?” I demanded. Clair nodded.
“But with his son.” She ended. Oh great.
“They do know I eat at this time, correct?”
Once more Clair nodded. I let out a growl and turned to face the window. Clair
shuddered, as she always did when I was upset. Clair and I had known each other
for about fifty years, so she knew me a great deal better than a lot of other people.
She knew not to bother me when I am like this.
“Where are they?”
“On the front step,” Clair answered, her voice shaking.
“Talk them we will be taking a walk,” I said as I subdued my rage.
“As in you’re taking…” she let her sentence go, as she comprehended my
trickery. She nodded and left again. I followed her out of my dark room.
I followed my sister’s friend downstairs, then to the front door. Before she opened
the door she looked back at me. I mutely nodded. She opened the door and for
the fourth time in my life I wondered how mortal women got so desperate.
Bartholomew Kane stood before me.
To put it nicely Kane was huge. To put it bluntly he was enormous, and willingly
bald. His baldness was the least of his affectional issues.
“And?” Bartholomew rumbled.
“Out.” I said. His brown eyes widened but he moved back. I slipped out into the warm night and closed the door, almost on his pudgy nose.
“Why out here?” He asked quietly as we started down the street.
“I felt like it?” I said dryly.
“Oh I see,” he said just as sarcastically.
“Where’s the little demon?” I asked.
“My son is not a demon,” the vampire hissed.
“My mistake. Half-breed,”
“She’s got a point,” a young-looking male said shortly as he fell into step with
Bartholomew and I.
“Camryn, we are not here to discuss my child’s defects.”
“Nor are we here to discuss my decisions,” I said sharply.
“Okay clearly there is some tension between you two, maybe you should deal with
that before you commit to a deal,”
“You know I have killed men for less.” I hissed, “I don’t need a little boy telling me my business, especially considering the fact that you should be silent,” the young man’s jaw dropped and he looked at his father.
“Camryn, this isn’t about him. This is about his brother,” Bartholomew said
shortly, his boy sniggered and my hand tightened into a fist at my side. “But you
are correct in the fact that this one needs to shut up,” Bartholomew finished. The
boy shut his mouth and stared stupidly at his father.
“But Dad, you…”
“No what I said is that I would consider having you trained. But you are a full vampire and so shouldn’t be trained by a vampire so much older than yourself.”
“I am better than Blake,”
“Neither one of you is better,” Bartholomew said.
“Define better,” I challenged. I was acutely aware that we were being watched
and followed.
“When we fight, I always kick his ass,”
“No my dear brother, I always kick your ass,” a voice said as a body came out
from the shadows.
“Camryn Bronexson meet Blake Colton,” Bartholomew said. My stomach
growled silently as a couple passed us. I looked at the newcomer, however when
we started walking again he started walking by Bartholomew. I listened for his
steps, which were clearly made out from Bartholomew’s heavy ones and the
annoying one’s almost girlish steps.
About two hundred pounds, muscular, 6’ 3” maybe. For a moment or two we
walked in silence, listening to the night. I could hear footsteps about a block away,
but besides that and the human scent coming our way, the night was clear. I broke
my gaze away from the line of passing houses in time to see a wiry girl slip into an
adjoining alleyway. I broke off from the group. I watched her back as she went
about halfway down the alley. She was blissfully unaware of my presence. I strode
soundlessly passed two buildings the stopped about twenty feet from the opening of a garage like structure.
I stopped dead cold and listened to the sounds around me. I heard her breathing regular and even. I watched as she pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket then take one out then place it in her mouth then put the pack back in her pocket then light the end of the cigarette with her blue lighter which she then put back in her pocket as well. The girl wasn’t going anywhere.
She was about sixteen, maybe younger, maybe not. But I could literally taste the despair that hovered around her like a shroud. A runaway?
Her jeans were tattered and her shirt torn. I walked into her view. She gasped and made a hurried attempt to hide the cigarette. The heavy taste of despair sharpened with anxiety. She clearly thought I was a human that possibly might report her to the authorities. Such naïveté. It was ludicrous that humans do not educate their children as to the dangers of running away from home. Well, it works for me.
I shook my head slightly and the child’s distressed became a puzzled one. I ran my tongue over my fangs hungrily. Her fear was muted by the smell of bile. From our surroundings I could not smell or see anything that would make her vomit, except maybe if she had been smoking since dusk.
She nervously started smoking again. That was the only problem with this entire scenario, the cigarette. Well that and the three men waiting for me in the street. I watched her and she watched me. Her fear caused her to fumble the cigarette, then to drop it. I stepped on the burning end.
“Hey!” She yelped. I pulled her into a kind of an embrace, with her against my chest; I sank my fangs into the soft flesh of her neck. The sixteen-year-old slowly
collapsed against me. The fresh taste of young blood in my mouth was exhilarating. However I knew better than to kill her this way. As her body weakened almost to the end, I withdrew my head just in time for Blake, Bartholomew, and the unnamed annoyance to come down the alleyway.
Carefully I laid the girl’s almost lifeless form on the warm asphalt. I crouched then; I withdrew a switchblade and took up one of her thin hands. I bared her wrist and pressed the blade against her wrist and cut deep slits back for the base of her palm. I dropped the wounded arm as it started to bleed and did the same to the other wrist.
The annoyance gasped at the cruelty then mumbled something to his father. Stood after rubbing off my fingerprints from the knife handled and pressing it into the runaway’s hand as she died.
“Geez, Cam, you really should of said something,” Bartholomew whined.
“It’s Camryn and it’s night and I’m a vampire. Add two and two together.” I said
as I started away.
“Why the hell did you draw so much attention to it?” Bartholomew asked as the
rest followed me to the mouth of the alley.
“Let me see, because I hunt my victims instead of just feeding,” I said. We had
stopped and I saw Sinclair come running up the street to the group. he stopped in
front of us for a moment.
“What’s there to make my night complete?” I asked.
“Clarice …is…dead,” he said.
“Shit. Who?”
“There’s three of ‘em, rebelling.” Sinclair said after regaining his usual calm
composure.
“Damn. Well now, Colton, you better get your ass lost unless you would like to
join me on the hit list,” I said to Bartholomew.
“Is Blake safe with you?” Bartholomew asked.
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When it hurts just to breathe, when your days are hard, and your nights are long, when you're thinking of giving up on it all...Here there are a pair of arms to encircle you, two lips to kiss away your tears, two hands to wash away all the pain of yesterday
Last edited by revelation_22-20 : 06-30-2006 at 11:00 PM.
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