Short Story: Blood Diaries

((Authors Note** This is a short story, and has nothing to do with the Vengence Novel that I am -loosely- working on :) Enjoy this and please come back and bump me for more!)))

Blood Diaries:

Shit.. and I thought this with much emphasis. As I lay there,in a pool of my own blood, looking up at my rather..attractive looking attacker I am surprised to note that by all accounts she looked much younger than me... what..nineteen? Twenty?
Her raven hair billowed around her small, pale face..looking much like a minature goddess of death, rather than some cuty I picked up in a club previously. Her eyes were big and black, but as of now were swirling with a tinge of red in the iris's.
Scary, I know..but I couldnt help but to stare..what was I gonna do? I mean, as soon as I had brought her back to my apartment, she'd begun to attack me with surprising strength. Licking my ear, and nibbling on my neck like a starving person.
Then she bit me...she freakin bit me. I had tried to push her off, but her strength was like a vice, and the feeling of pleasure had caused me to loose all of my will to fight..
So there I was...staring up at her, knowing I was going to die.
All I could think was...nice view, and perhaps my mom was so going to kill me when I didnt pick up her dry cleaning the next day.
I started to laugh, and her sweet mouth turned down in a frown.
"What is it? What is so funny? Don't you know your going to die?" she said in her now familiar, choclaty voice..
I giggled..
I was bleeding badly from the neck, my strength oozing out on the floor..but I still chuckled, I still managed to laugh at myself. That was my personality. The girl who allways joked, the one everyone hung aroung, despite my rather..recklace tastes. I rode harely's and drank with gangsters. I screwed around with men and women, though I had to admit to myself, as I was damn near to death anyway..I had always prefered the girls. I dont know, I suppose it was their soft lips,the way they smelled, or perhaps the feel of their soft bodies, rubbing against my own.
I dont know..it didnt matter now..
I looked up at her again.
"Well damn..its like this..I find it absolutely fucking funny I would die like this..at the hands of some small looking girl." and I giggled.
"I mean, I have faught off rapists and would be murders since I was seventeen, all much bigger, some with wepons..but you..you killed me with your teeth." and I laughed harder, grabbing my neck.
She half smiled at me, and leaned over, ripping my shirt down effortlessly and laving at my nipple, now covered in my own blood. I groaned, despite everything, still partially aroused, and I realized then and there it was just as my mother had said to me long ago, when I decided to leave home for good. I was one fucked up bitch.
The girl stood back on her heels, regarding me with an amused expression.
"You know.." she said, flipping her hair delicately over her shoulder and running her hands down her own chest to rest on her hip.
"You really are kind of sexy, in that..I don't give a shit kind of way..nice body, nice attitude. I like the crazy ones.. that's why I chose you." and this time she offered a huge smile, and her teeth were white and razor sharp, the tell tale fangs protruding from her mouth, still managed to look hot.
Yeah, she was a vampire, and I knew that I must be totally fucking crazy to even think like that, but there you had it. What else could she be? I was bleeding out on the floor for crying out loud and you cant do that with human teeth. Something about what she said caught my ear though.
"You? You chose me? How is that?"
She grinned and sat down, cross legged in front of me, licking her full lips, and staring at me as if I were the tastiest thing on the menu.
Hell, I preferred pizza myself, but whatever.
"Umm yeah, I chose you..you will be my companion. Im so tired of looking for one." she said, shrugging.
"I have been a vampire for oh..a hundred years..played around a bit..but I never found anyone that actually amused me..most people are rather boring..but you..yeah..I like you."
And she leaned over towards me, grinning seductively.
"Well..what do you think? How would you like to live indefinately..not a bad gig, really. You dont make much money..but I spent a few years as a clan leader's pet..he'll let me have anything I want..and I am..rather wealthy myself. I will show you what I know, and all you have to do is play with me for a few years..we'll see how it goes." she shrugged
"Are you serious?" I asked, unbelieving... she had been a vampire for one hundred years? Then how old was she when she was turned? That would make her..well..WAY older than myself.
Shit..
Well..what to do..what to do..lay here and die like a poor looser or join the dark side?
Fuck the dying..
"Sure.." I said, half grinning. "Why the hell not?"
This time she grinned even wider, straddling my legs and looking into my eyes..damn she was hot..
"This is going to be...painful.." she said, frowning.. she lowered her head and kissed me slowly, then pulled back, her long black hair brushing my face.
"Thanks for this..I really would have hated to let you die.."
She bit into her own wrist, and tilted my head back gently, letting the blood from the wound poor into my slack mouth.
I resisted the urge to gag and let the stuff burn its way down my throat, and MAN did it burn...
After a while my body started to heat up, and I began to tremble in pain on the floor.
It would take two more of those to complete the rites, as she called them, and by the next evening I awoke to a completely different world.
Myself..a vampire..a creature of the night.
And I couldn't help but to laugh...
She stirred from beside me on the bed, and touched my cheek.
"You look good.." she said, grinning...
I shrugged...
"Hmm..I'll have to check this out." I said, swinging my legs over the bed and attempting to get up to go to the bathroom. I wanted to see what I looked like as a blood sucker..
She grabbed my arm..very quickly, but gently, and tugged me back effortlessly in the bed.
She shook her dark head, grinning.
"Not yet, newborn..." she said, and she reached down to rip open my shirt..
I shrugged...
This was fine too...

THE END

Vengence Prologue-Chapter1

It was wet. The rain had stopped only an hour before, but she had been sweating away at the warehouse then. Now, Natalie Meyer began the long walk home. She pulled her hood further down over her long, curly brown hair. It was dark, and she really didn’t want to be noticed in this neighborhood. There were few lights on the streets now, she mentally groaned. Why had her bike been stolen? It would take her another week before she was paid, and on top of bills, she would have to purchase a new bike and lock.
Her shoes barely made a sound as she continued along towards her place. Three more blocks. Man, she hated L.A. but, as soon as she had the money, she would be gone. Away from the noise, away from the grime, away from her mother and her dead beat stepfather. She had run away from home and got herself a place as soon as she turned eighteen. It was not much, just a tiny little apartment in the wrong side of town. She worked three jobs to keep it, so, it wasn’t like she needed anything but a place to sleep anyway.
A cool breeze rushed behind her. She turned her head nervously. Nothing was there, nothing. It became a mantra as she rounded the corner and tried to rush past an alley.
It happened so fast then.
A rush of air again, this time, it hit her like a weight, knocking her down. She had no way to defend herself as she was pulled into the darkness of the ally. She tried to scream, but it was like something was obstructing her throat, she couldn’t even breathe. She was pulled to her feet, only to come face to face with a shadow. She could see just the hint of a pale face, but no recognizable features. Just the eyes, they were blue, but, odd. The pupils were too big, as if they were dilated. Her attacker flashed his teeth, they were so white, that she could see them clearly, and they were sharp, elongated, and pointy.
“Ah, my little red, your eyes are lovely.” He said, if she was not disoriented enough, his accent was surreal, European, perhaps British.
Her hood had long since fallen back. She returned his stare, she was defenseless, unable to move, unable to breathe, what else could she do but plead silently for her life, even as her lungs continued to expand with effort to breathe.
He yanked her head to the side and bit her. She could feel the wetness of his mouth as it clasped over her jugular, hear him gulping her blood. She was able to breathe now, but she couldn’t scream, the rush of ecstasy that throbbed from her neck through her body kept her from it. She faintly registered another voice, but she couldn’t make out what it said, then everything rushed about her, and she found herself on the ground. She could feel hands all over her body, hands, and teeth. Then everything was black.

A sound of sirens whizzing by, and she opened her eyes. They were gone… strange, but the bright flashing lights must have frightened them off. Her legs were like rubber as she tried to force them to hold the rest of her weight. “Please…” she said harshly, her throat parched, so very, very, dry.
It was luck then that she could still here the sirens, the cops must be after someone, she could see the lights flashing into the alleyway, she concentrated, step by step, using the walls of the building to keep herself upright. It seemed like it would take forever, but she was persistent, she wanted to live, above all things, she wanted to live. She heard a door click, and the sound of footsteps on the pavement, then the beam of a flashlight. She kicked over a trash bag to get the cop’s attention.
“Who’s there? Come out, and put your hands up nice and easy.” She heard, it was male, apparently, a deep baritone voice that instantly sent relief through her. Thank god, whoever attacked her, probably wouldn’t be back. He prompted her again.
“Can’t..” she said she wanted to run towards whoever was at the other end of the light, but her stupid legs weren’t cooperating, and she was starting to feel cold all over her body. Please…don’t be going into shock! She told herself, even as she kept pushing herself just a few more feet…
The light grew brighter and she saw the outline of the cop, he was tall and thick, with dark skin.
“Oh shit! Brian! Brian get over here!” He said, rushing up to her.
She collapsed into him, relieved.
Officer Brian put in the call to the emergency room, and helped the other officer load her into the car.
“We have an injured female of mixed racial decent, severely injured, multiple lacerations and several bite marks over her body, possibly animal in nature.” He said over the little telecom.
“Whats your name kid?” he asked, pausing to listen.
Natalie tried focusing on his voice so she wouldn’t pass out again, it was difficult because her vision was blurry and she was getting so sleepy… “Nat…alie” she said between breaths.
“Well, Natalie, hold on, we’re gonna take good care of ya.” He said, before mumbling something else into the little walkie.
They flipped the sirens on again and Natalie just sat back, watching the lights of the streets as they drove her to the hospital. She must have blinked out for a second because one minute she was in the car, the next minute she was in a stretcher being rushed to the er, a bright light in her face.
“She’s lost a lot of blood doctor!” said a female nurse, she heard other voiced but they were muted, and when they asked her name yet again, she found she couldn’t speak anymore, the cold was slowly dissipating from her body, being replaced by and odd warmth. There was a loud beeping noise and a panic, and then her world slipped once again into darkness.

Officer Brian watched as they put the girl on the stretcher wheeled her through those familiar double doors. His mind full of questions, that by now he was pretty sure there would be no answer too.

“Chris?” he asked his partner, who was staring at the double doors, his expression that of worry and concern. That’s why Brian liked Chris, his compassion mirrored his own, all they wanted to do was keep the bad guys off the streets and the innocent safe.
“Yeah?” said Chris turning to look at Brian with a frown.
“I think there is something going on here. That’s gotta be the fifth kid we’ve pulled off the street like that in the past week.” He said, scratching his dark head.
Chris, who was five years older than Brian, and had a few more years than him on the beat, gave him an unreadable look.
“Look here, Brian, there is something you need to know about this, its best we not try to get in on the investigations like these. I had a buddy way back got in two deep turned up missing, and the department kept the whole thing quiet, denying the guy ever existed. You understand what I’m saying, this is some FBI Sci-Fi shit, if we want to keep helping people, we need to help those we can, that girl and the ones like her; we can’t help them.” He said, and then he put one massive hand on Brian’s shoulder. “Best fill out the paperwork and forget all of this.” His words were stronger, more determined, leaving no room for argument. Brian was shocked at his partners words, he learned something new that day; you can know somebody for years yet still not seem to know them well at all.

Chapter 1
It was dark, and cold…so cold, yet oddly she didn’t feel numb all over, like you do when your cold for long periods of time. She just felt…different, and VERY thirsty. She moved to sit up, but her head banged, hard. She tried to stretch her arms out, but the same thing happened, something hard and metal was encasing her.
Oh god.
“Someone let me out of here!” she yelled, beating at her icy prison with her fists.
She heard some noises, people talking, and then she heard the clink of a latch. Suddenly there was creaking beneath her and she soon saw light again. It was bright, blinding light that took a minute for her eyes to adjust. Even when she did so, something funny was happening to her vision, because she saw all sorts of things, little nuances, like how there was a tiny, tiny, speck of blood on the ceiling. She sat up quickly, looking around.
She didn’t have much time to look because the two men that stood before her were commanding her attention. Both men were pale and she swore she could see their veins beneath their skin, one was tall and slender, with perfectly manicured nails and long dark hair that was tied neatly at the nape. He also had oddly bloodshot looking eyes, but they were beautiful eyes, something she would call teal, his pupils, though, were large looking, which creeped her out and sparked her memory.
She had been attacked.
She looked at the other man; he was short, and muscular. His blond hair was cut in a classic military fade. His brown eyes were sharp, and gazed at her intently, which was unsettling when she realized she was completely naked under a white sheet. She pulled the sheet up to cover her bare breasts, it felt rough, and the smell of bleach was suffocating.
“You are indeed a beautiful one, aren’t you? You were of mixed decent, your chart said, so, you have a natural golden shade to your skin, it will do you well when you try to assimilate.” He said
“What’s going on, where am I?” she asked, crossing her legs and arms. A deep sense of panic rolled into her then, threatening to choke her.
“Relax” said the long haired fellow.
“I am Markus Dufay, and this here is Thomas Oreily. We have come to acquire you, newborn.” He said, each word he uttered was so low, that it would have been difficult for a normal human to hear, but to her, it was just an odd awareness of the fact, because his words were crystal clear.
The one called Thomas never wavered, merely watched her, as if entranced. He stood oddly, unnaturally still, which sent shivers down her spine. It was as if he wasn’t human…
Markus moved a step closer to her, looking her in the eyes, and she couldn’t look away.
“We haven’t much time, but it is imperative that you understand exactly the situation you are in, young one. In our world, it is illegal to make one such as you with out express permission from the council of vampires, never the less, we do not simply kill off these accidental children of the night, instead, we offer them a chance at life, or rather, un life.” He said, and he must have found it funny because he smiled.
She was having a hard time digesting the vampire part, but she had a curious feeling that if she tried to scream and flee, she would find no help, they even possibly had guns.
“No guns” said Markus, as if reading her mind. “I can read surface thoughts, it’s a gift of the blood, and most of our kind can. You really shouldn’t concern yourself with guns; they would be quite ineffective on you. We are, however, quite old, and you would do well to remember we are perfectly capable of ripping your head from your shoulders and burning your body, which would in turn, end you life. We offer instead, an opportunity for you to earn your way into the ranks of the underworld. Work off the debt of the venom that you carry in your blood now. The other option is death.” He said, his bloodshot eyes were deadly serious, and Natalie waited for her heart to skip a beat, but, funny… she couldn’t feel it.
Oh god.
“So basically, if I don’t go with you, you will kill me right here?” she asked, trying to remain calm.
Markus nodded, gesturing to Thomas.
“My associate here is quite deadly when he chooses, though it would pain him to kill someone so lovely. If it be your choice to choose death rather than to live forever in the darkness, well then that it is your choice. Only you can make the choice.”
Natalie gave a watery smile, bordering on hysteria. Not much of a choice, really.
“Of course, I want to live.” She said.
“Good!” He clapped his hands once. “We can’t have you running around naked now can we?” he said. An older man entered the room with an odd smile, as if he were high on some drug. He handed her some folded clothing, bowed, and exited from whence he came.
“We’ll leave you to change, when you’re done, simply come to the door.” Said Markus, and he turned and left.
Natalie climbed off the stretcher, and pulled the clothes on, no underwear, but some well made black slacks and a fitted black shirt. There were shoes too, loafers that were exactly her size. When all the clothes were put on, she made the mistake of eyeing her surroundings. A morgue, it’s what it was; she briefly recalled watching movies about places like this. She’d actually been in the freezer! To be in a freezer like that could only mean one thing. The doctors had thought her dead. She felt fine though, how could she be dead? She sighed, unable to reconcile these questions to herself. She tapped on the door to signal she was done and the others were behind it. Markus but his fingers to his lips and beckoned her to follow.
They went through several abandoned corridors before finally reaching the outside. It must have been the back of the hospital because there were large dumpsters filled with various colored trash bags and boxes. The night was chill, but she didn’t shiver. She looked at her arms under the light, and briefly stopped, staring.
Her arms, they were golden, and it seemed as though little minute golden specks were fluttering through her skin. She also saw bruising; they were all over in the shape of teeth marks. The bruises too, looked as though they were moving in vibrancy.
Thomas tapped her on the shoulder. “Now now, newborn, we have no time for that. Lets get in the car shall we?” he said, his accent was faint, but there was a soft burr to it, and she recalled the man’s last name was O’reily. He must be Irish, she stared into his eyes, and the deep brown color seemed to contrast so vividly with his pale skin.
He sighed as if she was hopeless and guided her gently with two fingers towards a black car. It reminded her of movies, the kind of cars the mob boss would get into after winning a court case. Another smiling man opened the door for her. The smile was so odd because it looked as if it were a permanent plaster on his face. He nodded as she sat in the car, but she was slightly distracted by the thrumming noise coming from him. Was it…his heart, he also smelled, not in a bad way, but it was absolutely delicious rich and deep, but she couldn’t pin point what the scent reminded her of. Markus smiled at her in the darkness of the car. His teeth were pointed and very pale. It reminded her of the one who had attacked her, but then, weren’t there many? This time she really did shiver and Markus seemed not to notice. Once Thomas sat on her right side and slammed the door, Markus tapped on the roof of the car and they were off. It startled her for a second, before she realized the car wasn’t excessively loud, only, she was listening to intently of it.
“Newborns are so skittish.” Said Markus. “Yet, I assume in your case, there is reason to be. Judging from the scent and the various bite wounds to your body, you were attacked by at least one old one, and perhaps four or five young ones.
“Bastards” said Thomas under his breath.
Markus’s cool gaze fell on Thomas, as if communicating something silently to him.
Thomas appeared contrite, but said nothing. He folded his hands in his lap and sat very still.
“It’s true then, they were vampires?” she asked, she didn’t want to believe it, but all this while, she had been oddly calm, as if knowing panicking would do nothing, she had already died anyway, she was in the morgue wasn’t she? She was sure that the doctors wouldn’t have put her in the morgue like that unless she had died. Her final memories were bad, and she remembered distinctly being covered in blood, but she looked at herself while putting her clothes on, she was covered in bruises, no punctures, but she was sure she had been bitten. She recalled the sound of her blood being sucked heartily by the dark man. His eyes, so blue, so unnaturally blue. ..
Markus placed a cool hand on her shoulder.
“There is still more you must know. You must learn what it is to be a vampire, and what it is to be a newborn. You must also discover your power. You see, young one, vampires are not exactly like you have come to know them to be. Your sire not only bestows to you his venom, but also some of his power; and perhaps even some memory through the blood. This can either be really great power, or week power. Your sire, though he is an enemy of our organization now, was an ancient. You my dear are the first creation of his in over four hundred years. You were an unintentional turn, and by all accounts, you were meant to die in that alley. Savio does not make any more vampires, for fear he would create one too powerful. Instead, he has a pet, Rufus, who is but two hundred years old, who serves him and creates newborns for him. Savio kills every human he feeds from, he cuts off their heads, dismember the bodies, and burn them, insuring none could be created from him by accident. His venom is powerful, but normally one needs a blood exchange for the change to occur. You were instead created because you were drained nearly to death, and injected with massive doses of venom. Instead of having one sire, you had many, the most important one being Savio, whos venom was so powerful, your body would not let you remain dead. Rufus has been making an army of rogue newborns, intentionally attempting to call us out.”
Natalie sat back in the seat, absorbing the information. She was never meant to make it out of the alley, those vamps would have sucked her dry, and dismembered her to insure she not rise again. It was those cops, those cops had saved her in more ways than one.
“Actually, there had been an agent following Savio, he was the one who saved you. You will have a chance to meet him, though he is not a pleasant one. He engaged Savio in battle, and is now recovering from serious injury. His code name is Adam, most do not know his real name. Normally he was to be silent and merely watch, but he revealed himself to save you. You will have to ask him why as I do not know.” Markus shrugged.
“Those eyes for starters.” Said Thomas, speaking up for the first time in a while.
Natalie rose a dark brow.
“Green with just a hint of gold, now that you’re a vampire, I imagine the gold is even more prevalent than before. They are beautiful.” He said, just then, his cell rang, and he checked the id before flipping it open.
Natalie turned back to Markus, feeling oddly warmed by Thomas’s words.
“They are lovely, and so are you. I have seen many of mixed heritage before, and they are very beautiful, but you are positively exquisite.” He let his last words roll off his tongue and it sounded very French. She wondered how old these guys were.
“Oh, I loose count, but I recall celebrating my one hundred eightieth birthday this spring.” He said, once again reading her mind.
“Could you stop that? Its weirding me out.” She said, a little irritated.
Thomas chuckled, the phone was once again placed in his front pocket.
“Yes. That does get annoying, doesn’t it?” he asked….
Markus frowned.
“Thomas here is older, he was born about around the sixteenth century.”
Thomas sobered. “Yes, aye, I am old aren’t I? I think it about time I settled down and brought up a few youngins.”
Natalie looked at him with a shocked stare.
“What? Vampires can still have children? I thought that was impossible.”
“Not impossible” said Markus “only, it is rare, because we tend to not breed in that way. Also, a female vampire does not ovulate as often as a human, she may perhaps, once a year. Males outnumber females ten to one.” He said with a shrug. “something about the turn tends to go awry. Between that and the suicides, it isn’t a surprise.”
“Suicides?” asked Natalie with a gulp.
“oh don’t worry, I can tell you are a strong one. For women, the change is different, and sometimes they become crazed with the blood. They turn into ghouls and have to be killed. It is imperative we keep our existence secret from humans.”
Natalie frowned. “Can you get a human woman pregnant?” she said, now very curious.
Markus’s face turned blank.
“Yes, it is possible, but the woman usually goes mad during pregnancy and kills herself off, along with the child she caries. Rarely though, when the human gives birth, she dies, leaving behind a damphire, even more rare, the woman survives, but because of the blood loss must be changed in order to live. Damphires are required to be turned once they come of age. It is either that, or they can not last for long, the balance between the species is week. Their hearts flutter and skip, sometimes stopping ever so often, which would cause a human death and kills them. Damphires are not wholly vampire, and thus can not regenerate in a way that we can, it is a mutation of the genes. You would do well not to mention them in polite society, the higher ups frown upon them.”
The look on Markus’s face made her wonder if he had not had personal experience with a damphire. She didn’t say anything though, she kept feeling like she was loosing herself. Between the hunger pangs that were increasing in ferocity and the need to understand everything, she felt overwhelmed. Her little life, working non stop, coming home to her shoebox apartment and burying her spare cash in a hole in the wall seemed rather tiny in the face of everything. In one night she had died and been reborn, no longer Natalie Meyer, an introverted kid of the streets, she was now something else entirely. Even as Markus’s teal eyes were facing foreword to hide his expression, she could see his weakness; it was unsettling because she never thought to do that before. To pick out ones weakness and think of ways to exploit them, however she would not do such a thing, it was as if someone else had taken up residency inside of her instead. Natilie was in the back seat of her mind and this new woman was in the front, calculating.
Unable to stop herself, she asked the question that was plaguing her thoughts. “Then, I died, right?”
Thomas touched her shoulder.
“Yes and no. Your human self died, yes, but the venom restarted your heart, your heart now beats very slowly and it’s faint. Were a human doctor to examine you now he would think you either had some condition or you were about to go into cardiac arrest. You are still alive, only, you are not human anymore. Your body hasn’t completely changed though, as you haven’t fed yet. “ he said, his brown eyes were soft and she instantly felt the impression that he had a weekness for lovely women. It was starting to annoy her, this new found ability.
So at least she wasn’t the undead…so to speak.
The car stopped and she looked around, there was a gated fence in front of them, and the driver punched several digits into the security box. She heard a gravely voice from the com. “Ron, that you?”
“yes” said the driver politely.
“Ive brought with me agents Merlin and Scythe.”
There was a pause and the com crackled again.
“Oh really? They have bought us another have they? Proceed.” The driver rolled up his window and there was a beeping sound as the gat opened.
“Which one is Merlin?” said Natlie to Thomas. It seemed as if Markus had checked out of the conversation.
Thomas smiled. “That would be Markus.”
Markus eyed Thomas, communicating something again..
“What? Its okay now, she will be one of us really soon, so its best she learn to call us by our agent names while we’re at the base.” Said Thomas.
Markus frowned. “Ah, Cronos has this bad habit of naming people based off of their looks or ability. Thomas is agent Scythe on the account that he is often sent to kill. He is known as the agent of death.”
When he didn’t offer his own story Natalie prompted him. “What about you?”
Markus grimaced, which seemed totally uncharacteristic of him, and said. “Ah, I was dressed rather inappropriately when I was found.” He elaborated no further but Thomas, seeming in good spirits now offered an explanation.
“He was changed in a theatre, by one of the actresses of the time. When she asked him if he wanted to be changed he thought they were doing some kind of role-playing game and said yes to see what she would do. It was a shock when she actually bit him, the endorphins in the venom makes its victim paralyzed in ecstasy. He didn’t hesitate to drink the ‘wine’ offered to him in a glass. “
Markus rolled his eyes in irritation, but did not deny Thomas’s story.
“In short, when I awoke, I was completely naked in the costume room. I was an unsanctioned turn, like you. The first costume I picked up just happened to be that of the wizard. “
Thomas chuckled then.
“That’s how I found him. I had to kill his actress lover, she’d been turning people all over Europe at the time and the COE didn’t like that one bit. It just so happened when I came to deliver justice, I found him scrambling about in the costume room. You can imagine the entire theatre was full of vampires, some came peacefully, and others did not. Markus came peacefully. ” The car stopped and Markus exited the door, offering a hand to Natalie. She took it and he hoisted her up with ease.
“Welcome to the COE’s West Coast base. “ He said grandly.
“You will be put before Chronos for judgment, and given a new name. Then you will be assigned a temporary quarters while you are here for training.”
Natalie looked up at the mansion, speechless. It was huge! A classic style with long pillars in the front and a well manicured lawn. The car had brought them right to the front doors, and Markus offered his elbow and led her up the steps. The door opened in front of them and it was all Natalie could do to keep from stopping and staring. The inside of the mansion was classic, modern. She was guided along past several rooms before they reached an elevator, which she was led into. Markus pressed the down button.
“There’s a down button?” she said, was that normal? Then what about this was normal?
When the elevator stopped it opened into a dark hall. This was far from modern; the walls were lined with stone, much like the inside of a castle dungeon. There were several rooms they passed, with big heavy wood doors, until finally they entered a pair of double doors. They opened with a creak and Thomas offered his arm this time, Markus falling back to cover the rear.
Inside was a room lined in stone, but the ceiling was high and dimly lit with a massive chandelier. It was positively ancient looking, but she could tell that there were light bulbs screwed into it. The room was dome shapped and when she looked around she noticed their were comfortable looking chairs lining the walls. The chairs weren’t all filled, only a person or two on either side. She turned to her left to see what looked like a podium with three chairs on either side. There was a man at the podium, and two people one on each side seated next to him. They were the three of them handsome looking, in a sense that their skin had no blemish, and they appeared to be in their mid to late twenties. She could surprisingly see their features well, despite the light. She assumed the one in the center was Cronos, the one to the right of him was female, and the one to the left was male, both had dark hair and eyes and were also unnaturally pale. Cronos was not very tall, but there was an air of danger about him. He wore a black hooded cape, so she could not see the color of his hair, but his eyes were blue and slightly slanted, he looked possibly german. He didn’t give much more time to think then because he finally spoke in a clear, unaccented voice.
“Welcome to the council of elders, Natalie Meyer, sired of Savio.” He said, looking down upon her were she stood in between Markus and Thomas.

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