Soul of The Undead Updated Story and Artwork

[AjentAnjel :)]

Okay, this isnt really a fanfic, its just a story I am writing, I own all ideas and concepts and people in this story. It is MINE!!! And before I post it, I would like to know if there is any interest in reading it. SO I'll give you a little snippet, and if enough people show interests, well actually POST interest I'll continue.


PS: The pics are just relative ideas of the characters I do not own the actors/actresses (of course).

Soul of the Undead

Place: This takes place in an alternate plane of our world. A plane where fantasy is reality. Fairies, Witches, Vampires, Wereanimals, Angels, etc all exist and are commonly found. Actual location is Phoenix Arizona

Time: Around 2010

Our Heroin: Teagan, was a mortal daughter to the King of the Vampires. A few weeks ago was turned into a Living Vampire Princess. Because she has never died, Teagan has a soul and her own life support. Wants nothing but to forget about her destiny and disappear.

Our Hero: Caleb, an ex-angel. After thousands upon thousands of years of service he retired. He now lives in Phoenix and is aiding Teagan in her quest and search to follow her destiny. Wants nothing but for Teagan to accept her fate and embrace it, and him.

Our Villain: Ainsley, has been King for the last 900 years. A few weeks ago tricked his daughter into drinking his blood, transforming her into a living Vampire. Wants nothing but to start his own line of Living Vampires and take over the world.

Our Villianess: Larissa, the second heir to the throne, when Teagan ran out on her coronation ball Larissa became the second Living Vampire Princess. Not as strong or as powerful as Teagan but still a rarity in herself. Wants nothing but to be better than her sister and her fathers favorite, although she knows it will never happen.

Teagan:


Caleb:


Ainsley:


Larissa:


Mr. Yellow Eyes (for now)


Klaus:


Brody:

[silverlily]

I would like to read it I love stories about vampires, so bring it on!

[AjentAnjel :)]

Prologue


I was getting fitted for my coronation gown when I made my first big step. I still had seven pins stuck in when I hopped off the pedestal and ran for my life, or more appropriately, ran from my life. My name is Teagan Damire-Ainsley Hollensbeck, and two weeks from tonight I am supposed to be crowned Queen.
Queen of what? Well, Queen of the Vampires. My father, Ainsley Hollensbeck, has been King for almost 900 years and his time has come and gone. And my mother, Damire Hollensbeck, was injured very badly a few months ago and is currently being hidden until full recovery.
Right about now they have a few sentries out looking for me. My father is probably sitting down with my sister just like he did with me a few days ago. "Honey, it's time I pass on my crown." Not that there was an actual crown anyways. "Your sister," in my case he had said mother, "as you know, is not able to take on this responsibility." At this point he's standing at the cabinets pulling on the engraved mahogany door. "If you accept and are ready, it can all be yours!" He finished with a long stare looking her directly in the eyes trying to cloud her mind to bed to his will. He grabs the dark green wine bottle and a fluted glass. With delicacy he pops the cork and pours the thick red liquid up to the rim. In just a flash he's before you looking down at your face, putting the glass into your hands, lifting it up to your lips and telling you to drink.
When you are born to two vampires you don't have any vampiric tendencies or needs until your first taste of blood. My parents, being so protective and controlling kept me and my sister on a short leash. Up until that night, with that glass, I so much as never saw blood other than my own of course. I thought my father was having a heart to heart with me, and for once being my dad instead of The King.
But what really happened? That morning before out little chat he had one of his council members slice his flesh and bleed him into the bottle for us to drink later on. Nothing seemed to be wrong yet, but while I was trying to sleep all I could think about was the drink my father gave me and how my teeth hurt. After a few and a few aspirin I finally dozed off. But when I woke up, around 9am the next morning, my whole body hurt. I went about my day as normal, trying to ignore the aches and pains throughout my body. Our house was a mansion built in the middle of a mountain on the outskirts of the city. Vampires from all over the world lived with us, our house was also the meeting place or chapel so to speak. People came to become Vampires, legally of course.
During the day my father and all the others slept, while my sister and the other children started the orientation process of the program. I never realy enjoyed my job, I honestly never really liked the idea of Vampires. I would dream about the times when mortals didn't know they existed. When all of the supernatural was hidden from them. Except for the occasional slip up, which the government would expertly hide they never knew we were all around them. It all changed after they couldn't hide the Zombie outbreak in New Orleans. The M.O.N. (monsters of the night), a group of supernatural political rights activists, planned the whole thing, even conjuring the zombies themselves. Apparently it wasn't supposed to get so out of hand, but many of the corpses were buried with gris-gris and charms, making them too powerful for the M.O.N. to control. But anyways, I was going though my daily routine, started the coffee, took a shower, got dressed, and opened the curtains in the foyer. That's when I realized something was definitely wrong. I felt my skin starting to burn as the sunlight hit my flesh. Stepping back into the shadows with what I can only imagine to be a look of disbelief I flashed back.
It had to be at least a century ago, by the way people were dressed in hoop skirts and trousers. It was just past nightfall, and by the looks of things, I was in my fathers body, I recognized the scars on his hands. I was following a young woman, she resembled my mother, but I wasn't close enough to be sure. I unwillingly walked the dusty streets, carefully making sure I wasn't seen. And then at the right moment, I lunged toward her, grabbing her by the arm and pinning her up against a building. He was looking at her neck and I could feel his fangs yearning to taste her innocent flesh.
When I snapped back to reality in a panic I reached up to my mouth and felt my own newly formed fangs. "He tricked me!" I whispered to myself, knowing at that point what my father had done. I drew the shades closed and ran up to my fathers corridors. He slept in the largest room of the house, his bed was shaped like a coffin pushed up against the darkest corner, He liked to feed in to the common misconception of Vampires. He had layers of midnight black drapes hanging over the windows, it was cold as a cave and unlike every other time I had gone in there, I could see. I wasn't tripping over things but everything stood out in a neon green hue. My father usually slept until sunset, but today he was going to wake up, wake up and explain some things. I decided to get some hard evidence before waking the King of the Vampires in midday.
The mahogany cabinets had cherub angels engraved into the wood, they were aged a bit but still quite beautiful. I flung open the door and saw the blade the sentry had used to draw my fathers blood. I don't know how I knew it was his, but I could feel my teeth yearn for it bringing back the taste of the wine. With my proof I approached my father, I trembled a bit just thinking about how angry he would be after I awakened him. He was a frightening man, if you could even call him a man. You never woke up the King unless you had a damned good reason to, and this was one of those times I thought.
"Father, wake up". I tried words, they didn't seem to work. He was sleeping flat on his back, so still you'd think he was faking, or dead. After tapping him on the shoulder for what seemed like an hour his eyes opened. His eyes were pale, resembling death, and without moving any part of his body but his mouth he stared back at me saying "Teagan, my which, why have you awoken me?"
"You tell me!" I grinned at my father just enough to show my newly shaped teeth. He responded, "Teagan, in order for you to take the crown, you have to be one of us." He said it with a bit of arrogance and deceit. I never realized that in order to be Queen of the Vampires you would need to be a Vampire. He thought what he had given me was a gift, but I found it to be a curse. Everyone of the Vampires in our home would have given their lives, more technically, their deaths to have what he gave me. Something most people don't know about us, when Vampires feed they take the power and the memories from the victim. By my drinking of his blood I inherited his very being. I was as strong as my father, I could feel his memories and flashback to his past and the past of the lives he took. If I thought hard I could even feel my mother.
Vampirism always seemed so immoral and wrong to me, maybe because unlike the rest of them I had a soul. Like I said before, being born to two Vampires was different. The big difference, we weren't dead, when you die, your soul leaves your body, unless you practice voodoo or something along those lines. The only reason I worked for my father was because he wouldn't let me do anything else. And when my father told you something, you listened.


Chapter 1


I ran, and ran, and even ran some more. The running helped me block out the pain, the physical pain, the emotional pain, and just the pain you get from being betrayed and tired. I couldn't see ahead of me it was so dark, or maybe I just wasn’t paying attention. I saw a few street signs and a few cars, but it was early in the morning the sun wasn’t even up, no one was really on the streets. This was probably good because I wouldn’t have seen it coming. The ache in my head and heart drowned out all of my senses I heard only the wind whirring by my head, I could smell only my sweat and my blood pulsing through my veins. I felt the dirt and asphalt beneath my feet and my new fangs pressing deeper and deeper into my cheeks and gums as I tried to control them. But I didn't stop running until my feet gave out from under me and collapsed me to the ground. The gravel pushed itself under the tender flesh on my palms. Finally with a cool headed thought I figured I needed to find someplace to hide out. I wasn't sure where to go just yet, and I knew where I would have gone before the whole became-a-vampire thing. But those places weren’t so welcoming when you were one of the un-dead. Which made me think; I wasn't dead, did that mean that holy items wouldn't work, that, I could go into a church and not burst into flames, that I was a day walker? I was the first child born to 2 vampires, I had my own life source, so I never "died" per say, well that’s how it was explained to me
There weren't many experts on the subject, and the ones I knew about treated me like a test subject until my sister came along. Knowing my father he probably did it on purpose, he was like that, taking the impossible and making it reality. Maybe it was his whole plan, maybe he never even loved me, only what I was, or what I could be. He even probably planned that I might not work out, so made my sister. Turns out she was more moldable than I was, easier for him to corrupt and turn. She was even intrigued with the idea of being a Vampire, and even tried to convince a few unsuspecting guys to let them be her first. But father was always watching, no matter where we were he seemed to always know what was going on. Before she'd get a chance to mark them either he or one of his loyal followers would bust in the door and stop it. I thought he was being protective, now I think it was just part of the plan. He wanted his blood to be our first, knowing we would gain his knowledge and power with it. Not just the normal stuff like the teeth and the crave. As I started to cry thinking about how miserable my existence was I could feel my pulse around the gravel in my hands. It hurt, bad, and I always thought Vampires could withstand pain, apparently I had been misinformed, on a lot of things. But after careful concentration I could feel my body rejecting the debris and pushing it out of my skin. Just the thought creped me out but I had to look to make sure I wasn't imagining it. I brought my hands closer to my face and into the light just to watch as the last bit of the pavement fell to the ground, leaving a small trace of blood that I couldn't help but lick off my hands. The taste was sweet, almost sickeningly, and I could feel the grit as it coated my mouth, a small hint of metal in the background as most blood seems to taste a bit like sucking on a penny. Now fully disgusted with myself I forced my aching muscles to pull my body back to a standing position. I felt faint. I needed blood, and I knew it. I didn't want to accept it, but I knew what happened to Vamps who didn't feed. The shriveled, their skin grew pale, they went a bit crazy and ended up hurting someone and getting themselves killed or worse. But like I said before, they weren't human, they were dead, they didn't have their own blood supply, their hearts didn't beat on their own, their skin seared when the light hit it. There were so many questions that were left unanswered, and there was only one person I knew that might have an answer, or at least comfort me, so that's where I went.
"Knock knock" I tapped on the door and spoke my actions out loud, hoping that Caleb would be home, and awake. Caleb wasn't a Vampire, wasn't human, wasn't even a were animal, he was a fallen angel. Not like a demon or anything, he just, decided to stop one day. I guess you can call it retirement. And when angels retire, they get to make decisions for themselves. He decided to come down here, big mistake if you ask me. For all intensive purposes Caleb looked human, you would only know he was an angel if he told you. The only remnants of his old life were his wings, but he hid them well, they kind of flattened against his body and looked like a very very good tattoo. A tattoo that went down his whole back past his behind and down to his ankles. You don’t need to know how I know just yet; it’s a story for another time. "Caleb, are you here?" I pushed open the door and kind of peaked my head inside; he had a great condo on the outskirts of the city just at the bottom of the hill from the Vamp Mansion. How an angel who didn't have a job afford this place and everything else he owned was beyond me, but Caleb had talents, and probably used them for things he wasn't allowed to in his previous life. It was dark inside so I kind of figured he was sleeping, he only turned the lights off when he was completely alone or with people he trusted. Caleb kind of had a glow about him, not just his personality but his actual skin. He said once, the first time I ever saw him in the dark “it's what happens when you stand to close to God.” It sounded good and I never questioned it.
"It's about time you got here"
"Caleb is that you?"
He stepped out from behind his bedroom door and I knew it was him. The light wasn't as bright as it used to be, but he still shimmered in the dark.
"Caleb! Help me!" I ran up to him and wrapped my arms around him. I could feel the small imprint of the wings on his back, as flat as he got them you could still feel the faint outline of the feathers. I ran my fingers along the lines while he just casually petted the back of my head like you do to someone who is about to break down in your arms.
"How'd you know I was coming?" I pulled back and looked at his face not leaving the comfort of his arms. He was angelic, his face, a perfect mixture of baby features and manly structure. He had the palest of blue eyes that would sparkle if just a single beam of light touched them. His long golden hair was pulled back in a ponytail letting me know he had been asleep.
"Do you really have to ask Tea? How long have you known me? Do I ever have an answer?"
I knew they were all rhetorical questions, but I felt like giving an answer anyway, it was my way of having the last word.
"Okay, right smart behind. So then what am I going to do?"
He just stared back at me, his lips curling into a perfect grin,
"Let me show you something!" He pulled me along side of him over to his dining room table. He pulled a chair out for me and gently pushed me down into it as the lights flashed on.
"I told you to stop doing that, I hate when you do that!"
"Sorry, but we don't have much time" And, again, in a speed so fast I couldn't see he grabbed us 2 cups of coffee and was sitting in the seat across from me.
"Okay so what’s so urgent you have to move so fast?" I picked up my steaming cup of coffee, it was the perfect shade of tan, just the way I liked it. Did Caleb know me that well? When did this happen? I'll think about that later, I thought as I sipped my coffee and stared across the table waiting for a response. But I didn't get one, I got a book in front of my face out of nowhere, the movement brought me back a little. I don’t think he really got just how much it annoyed me. But I'd discuss that later too. The book was old, and dusty. The pages make a crinkling sound when I turned them. It wasn't in a language I could read, or even recognized.
"So...what is this...hm?" He didn't look as happy as he did earlier, and with just a wave of his hand the letters scrambled on the page and rearranged into English.
"We're gonna need to talk later" I said in a reassuring voice, hoping I didn't seem unnerved. The page I was opened to was titled "The Soul of the Undead" I wasn't sure I wanted to read any further, but I was a bit intrigued. It was written like the bible, chapter, verse, numbered with little footnotes written real small down at the bottom.
"Enough with the cryptics, can you just tell me what this is about?" "That's you! That whole page is you."
"Caleb, are you crazy? Have you been drinking?"
"No, seriously Teagan, it’s for real!" I kind of giggled, and then realized he called me by my first name. He really was serious. I gave him a look of confusion and looked back at the book. It was in English, but it still seemed like gibberish. "Conceived of a human and vampire, born to two vampires". A few lines down "A vampire with a soul and all the power of her bloodline and only some of the weaknesses.”
“What does all this mean Caleb? Am I the new Blade?”
"No Tea, much different! You are the beginning of a new era, the beginning of an ending. You are the Soul of the Undead"


Chapter 2


I woke up the next morning in Caleb’s bed, with Caleb’s arm wrapped around my bare stomach, not sure what happened the night before. I still had the remnants of my unfinished dress bundled around my waist, and the shorts I had on underneath were still in place. The last thing I remembered doing was going through Caleb’s cabinets and downing the first bottle of alcohol I could find. So at least I didn’t think I had taken advantage of a drunken angel. That was the last thing I needed now, because if I could recall correctly, I was some answer to an age old question.
I tried to lift myself up and out from underneath Caleb’s arm, my body was too tired, and his arm was dead weight, so I just dropped back down onto his bed and curled up against his warm body and went back to sleep. A few hours later I woke back up to find Caleb’s arm missing, his whole body missing. Did I dream it? I opened my eyes slowly adjusting to the light and knew I was still in Caleb’s bed. The curtains weren't drawn, and his windows faced the east, and I wasn’t burning. My skin didn’t bubble, didn’t hurt, didn't start to corrode away. But in my mind I felt pain, I felt like I should be on fire, my core heated but nothing happened to me. Memories flashed through me, memories of burning flesh, scars, all over hands and chests, visions of bodies bursting into flames and turning into piles of ashes. But they weren’t my memories, they were my fathers. Maybe these past few weeks I had only stayed in the dark because every time I saw the light I felt like I was burning and not actually burning. He tricked me, for the second time, but he won't do it again.
“Caleb?”
Casually I slid over and put my feet on the floor, got my bearings and started to stand up and look around for Caleb. I heard the shower running, so I went out to the kitchen, found some aspirin a glass of water and mixed myself up a hangover cocktail. I washed the glass when I finished and Caleb still hadn't gotten out of the shower. I decided to look around while Caleb was still showering, he had the largest condo I had ever seen, a dining room, living room, kitchen, all pretty standard. Then there were extra rooms, one locked door, an office, two spare bedroom, and a room full of antiques and artwork. I pushed the door open some more, it gave out a small squeak. The room had no windows and black walls and ceilings. There were small sconces strategically placed throughout the room for the best light on his pieces. I'd never known Caleb to a big collector, and never be someone to go to such great lengths to take care of things. I made my way around the mini-museum, every thing was labeled and showcased beautifully. A mask from some African country I couldn't pronounce, some ancient scrolls with biblical scriptures written on them in Hebrew. There was a painting on one wall from floor to ceiling, Caleb as an angel, with clouds and a big golden gate behind him. In the corner of the painting was a scribbled signature “Michelangelo”. Everything was elegant and beautiful, though at the far end wall he had a collage of newspaper clippings. Some headlines “Angel Seen Flying Over the City”, "Silhouette of An Angel", "Sent From Above: An Angel Watches Over Sick Child", they came from all over the world in all different languages. Some had pictures of a shadow with wings, some blurred shots of what looks like a giant bird with a man's chest. I couldn’t tell if he had them because he was full of himself, or if he found them kind of funny. But either way they were interesting.
Even the collage of flimsy old recycled paper seemed elegant in it's own way. This was a side of Caleb I had never known existed, but this room, told me so much more about him than the last few years of knowing him had. Caleb came into the room while I was reading the clippings stuck to the wall. I'd trace the shape of his body with my finger as I tried to pick out which ones were him, and which ones were not. I hadn't decided any weren't him, you could see the hair flowing in the shadow, you could see his wings spread wide, some held close to his body. But it was always the scar on his stomach that gave him away. I was still tracing the scar on one of the pictures when he finally made his presence known.
"I see you found my shrine."
"God, you scared me!" I turned to face him and playfully slapped him on his bare chest. For a moment I just left my hand laying there and stared into his eyes, his gaze was captivating, and you could lose yourself in them. Much like a Vampires stare. Unlike a Vampires stare Caleb didn't do it on purpose, he didn't play mind games, you didn't feel helpless, it was just his mere beauty. Realizing I had been staring and touching him for far too long, I snapped my hand away from him, and feeling a bit embarassed turned my face.
"I should get going, my father is probably looking for me!" I started to walk away and remembered I needed to ask Caleb some questions, "Uh, did you know that the light wouldn't hurt me?" I stepped back towards him and avoided his gaze. It didn't leave me many places too look, all he had on was a pure white towel, it sat kind of low on his waist and you could see the tops of his hip bones, the V that forms from perfect abs just barely peeked above the cloth. I glanced upwards hoping he didn't notice. My eyes grazed over his belly button surrounded by sculpted muscles to the scar on the right side of his body. It was about 3 inches long and only about a centimeter wide, I never asked what it was from before, I knew he wasn't fond of it. Yet it made him seem so much more human to me. Without even meaning to I reached out to the scar and traced it just like I had done to the newspaper picture. He had soft skin, even his scar seemed nearly baby smooth. Caleb grabbed my hands and pulled them up to his face, "I hoped, but did not know."
"Oh, well, it didn't. I guess maybe you were right." I pulled away from him and started walking back around the room to the door.
"Tea?"
"Yeah?"
"Come here, I wanna see something."
I turned around and faced him, not getting to close; whenever I got to close I lost myself. I didnt like that feeling. Caleb walked around one of his cases and a key appeared in his hand as he reached to the lock. The case wasn't lit up or glass like the rest. It wasn't a display case, more like a display safe. He pulled out a wooden box, it looked old, and fragile, he handled it like it was made out of paper. The box had characters in an ancient language engraved into the side and top. I stepped a bit closer, the box was beautiful, I reached out to touch it and feel the marks.
"Don't!" Caleb said.
"What is it?"
"You'll see in a second."
He started to speak in a language I had never heard, and as he spoke the characters on the box lit up one by one. The whole box was glowing and Caleb reached down and pulled the top off. As soon as the lid lifted the lights faded and all that was left was the box and a bundle of cloth. Whatever it was was covered in a dark liquid and smelled like death.
"Come closer, but be careful."
Caleb took my hand and firmly pulled it closer and closer to the box, he hesitated just a few inches away from the cloth and then touched it to me. I didn't know what was happening, but I trusted him, he was an angel for God's sake. His face looked relieved, and the stress that was on it earlier faded into a true smile.
"You look, relieved? What just happened?"
"That's the cloth that the Son of God was wrapped in, if you could touch it, then you truly are a living Vampire, truly immune to the common ailments of the undead."
"How do you know?"
"Look, that would have killed you instantly. I didn't want to put you through it, but I believed it to be true"
I took my hand back from Caleb's grasp once again, this time I walked away from him, fast. I pulled the top of the dress down and stepped out of it leaving it in Caleb's kitchen. My shoes were set by the door and I stopped to put them on and went back to running. There really wasn't anywhere to go this time, so I was just running to get away, get away from my father, my family, my angel, and most of all my destiny.

[AjentAnjel :)]

Chapter 3


Again it was just me and the road, but this time, there was sun, and a lot of it. I couldn’t get the images of people burning out of my head, and it was distracting me from my running. I needed to get out of the light. At least during the day I didn’t have to worry about my father or his people trying to find e. I only had to think about his servants, the humans that did his bidding, just to stay in good favor with the King. They weren’t much to me now, I was a Vampire, if they shot me I’d heal, if they used the UV weapons they wouldn’t burn me. I was faster, stronger, and pretty much invincible. If they found me, they’d probably follow me and tell my father my every move. So where does a half dressed Vampire Princess hide out?
First thing I needed to do was find some clothes. I headed downtown to a thrift shop and hoped they might think I was homeless and give me something for free. I was right. They gave me a 10 dollar credit, and I swore to pay them back. I don’t think they really believed me, although the lady I had met was really nice. She offered to take me to a shelter and buy me some lunch. I couldn’t take advantage of her like that; I was already feeling bad about the clothes. So I just grabbed a pair of jeans that were kind of my size and kind of my style, a t-shirt with some long forgotten band name written on the front and a hat and left.
Down the street there was a cyber shop, a place that sells coffee and has computers available for public access. You are supposed to buy something to be able to use the computers, so outside the shop I picked up one of the coffee cups someone had dropped on the sidewalk and entered in like I had been there for awhile. No one questioned me, a few stared, but probably only because I was wearing old worn out oversized clothing, in a part of town where people dressed up to go to the grocery store. I waited patiently for an open computer and took the next open seat. I logged into my email kind of afraid of what I was going to find. There was some spam, some advertisements, a few things from my friends and an email from my sister.
“This is gonna be great!” I clicked on the email, anticipating some harsh words, or maybe even some excitement that I was now out of the running for the throne.
I read it out loud, well I a whisper, you always pay more attention when you read out loud, and this way I wouldn’t have to read it more than once.
“Teag,
Father has been looking for you. I don’t know where you have gone, or why you have gone. I bet you have your reasons. But earlier, he told me that if you don’t come back, it will be my ball. If you are doing this for me, thank you. I know you know how much I want it. Without you, he seems so lost, so I would almost rather you came home. If you do come back, tell him it was me who convinced you, that way he will think I can do something right. Father is about to rise, so I better get going. Wherever you are, be safe, and keep in touch.

Larissa”
I can honestly say I was expecting something completely different. Maybe it was a ploy to get me to come back. Maybe Father set her up to do it, but it was the nicest thing my sister had ever said to me. It made me think about going back, but what would happen. What Caleb said meant something, what if he just wanted to use me, use my blood to make a living dead army that was impenetrable. I had some of his memories; he had done things, things I couldn’t even begin to comprehend. My father was, a monster. I never tried to think of him that way, he tried to keep me away from that stuff. Having a soul made a difference. He didn’t care about people, he could love, but only enough to get him what he wanted. All his emotions were spent caring about himself and gaining power. When he told me he loved me, it was only so I would trust him. I knew that now, for a fact. I had his blood, his thoughts. I knew what my father was thinking when he turned my mother, when he found my mother. When he looked in her eyes, he didn’t feel love, he felt lust, and felt a need for her, but nothing like love.
A young girl came up to me and tapped me on the shoulder.
“Excuse me ma’am, are you finished?”
I guess I had been sitting there staring for awhile, and people were getting impatient with me.
“Yeah, I am about done, sorry!”
I looked back at the screen and I had another email, from Caleb. Could I handle another email trying to persuade me to do something I didn’t want to do? I clicked on the link hoping I wouldn’t beat myself up for it later.
Tea,
Be careful. I’m sorry.
Love Caleb
That was pretty simple.
“Love Caleb?”
Maybe I was reading too much into it, but my sister didn’t even say love. Could an angel love? I guess it made more sense than a Vampire loving. Angels were created to serve and worship, which is the best idea of love I could think of. The best idea of love I think I would ever grasp.

[italiannna]

I love it Mindy!!! I told you this before but I'm saying it again.... I really really love this story. I love Teagan and I love Caleb.... This story is just so wonderful and I love how you describe everything.

Anyways, can't wait for more.

[AjentAnjel :)]

Thanks so much, its my new baby. I'll have an update soon.

[silverlily]

It's great! I really like your style. It's very detailed, but yet not that detailed that you lose attention. I love it! Can't wait for more

[elderess]

Update soon! It's like waiting for the last harry potter book, you want to know what happens to them all! Good or bad, you're still waiting!
Anyway's!
I love it!
Keep up da good work!

[AjentAnjel :)]

Nothing too exciting, just a little more character development



Chapter 4

Eventually I finished up at the coffee shop and left the cyber world. I needed to find a place to hide, I needed some money.
Along the street there were some small mom and pop shops, a barber shop, and a pawn shop. There were a lot of people out today; a mother with her kids, a cute old couple walking hand in hand, a group of teenage girls in cheerleading outfits practicing a cheer. Then some other loners like me, meandering alon. At the end, of the street was a Phoenix bank, lucky for me, that's, that's where my dad kept my trust. Over the years, all 900 of them, he had made a lot of money. And seeing as he was immortal I onlty had to wait until I was 21 to get it, and not for him to die. He opened the bank acount right after they declared Vampire's as citizens. My account hadn't been touched since, it only got bigger with each passing day of interest and the automatic deposits from daddy's account. Thankfully I remembered to grab my ID before running out of the house, I pulled open the big metal and glass door and went in.
The bank wasn't nearly as busy as it was outside, there was only one guy in front of me in line. He was about 5'10", dark brown almost black hair. I couldn't tell you the color of his eyes or if he had a nice smile, but he had a cute behind.
"Next", The teller called out, but he didn't move.
"Next! Sir are you next?" She looked right at him but still no acknowledgement.
"Excuse me sir. You are next!" I gently tapped on his shoulder. He shuddered a bit and stepped back. Yellow. His eyes were yellow. He didn't speak, just nodded, his head and walked up the tellers window.
"Next" This time is was me who wasn't paying attention.
"NEXT!" I think she was getting a bit annoyed by everyone's disregard for the "next" policy.
"Miss, it's your turn!" The lady behind me gently reminded me, I quite staring at the yellow eyed man and stepped forward to the next open window.
"Sorry, it's been a long day! I uh"
"How can I help you?" She cut me off right as I was about to tell her.
"Well I need to make a withdrawal.
"Do you have a withdrawal slip?"
"A Slip? Um, no, see I've neve..."
"Go get a withdrawal slip, fill it out, get back in linem, and when someone say's next, go to that window and start over."
"Well, Ma'am, Miss" I looked down at her name tag "Miss Williams, I don't know if I need a slip."
"Everyone needs a slip! So miss, whatever."
"Hollensbeck."
"Miss Hollensbeck, go get a slip and get back in line."
There really wasn't much sense in arguing, I needed money, and this is where I needed to be to get it.
As silly as this sounds, I had never withdrawn money before. I never had to. When I looked at the table full of all different kind of slips, I got lost.
"You need this one!" A hand reached out from behind me and set down a blue and white sheet of paper.
"Thanks!" I turned around but they were always walking away, yellow eyes and all.
"Account number? Routing number?" I had no idea what any of those numbers were, and I had no way to find out. I took the slip, got back in line and hoped to get someone who would show me some empathy.
"Next!" This time I was on the ball, walked up to window and started over.
"Hi there! My name is Teagan Hollensbeck, I have an account here, I don't know the account number, but I need my money. So can you help me or do I have to fill out another slip?"
The older gentleman looked at me and let out a little chuckle.
"Sure Miss Hollensbeck, do you have an ID?"
I slipped my ID through th slot on the window, he scanned it, typed something on the computer and slid it back to me.
"Can you come around to the door to your right please?" He still had a smile on his face, so I didn't think it was a bad thing, but I was still a bit paranoid. It seemed the whole world was out to get me lately.
"Oh great" I muttered under my breath. What was going on now? I followed the man's orders and walked to the door. He pushed in some numbers into a keypad on the side, the door buzzed and swung open. He led me down a narrow hallway to an office.
"Wait here ma'am. Our branch manager will be with you in a moment."
The office was small for what I'd imagine a branch manager's being. It had it's charm, some character. The walls were light green, a brown carpet and a dark wood desk. There was some kind of certificate framed and hanging above a small fishtank near the corner. I sat in one of the two fluffy chairs facing the desk. It was pretty comfortable. The desk had pictures of what I assumed was the managers family. All dressed in holiday sweaters in front of one of those cheasy backgrounds.

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Chapter 5

After a few minutes the manager came into the room and discussed my bank account with me. I ended up not being in trouble, but I needed to sign a few things to officially turn over the trust to me. When he finally finished he stood up and I followed. He shook my hand and said,"Congratulations, you are now a billionaire."
A billionaire, what was I supposed to do with that kind of money? All well, I'll figure it out later, I have things to do.
"There is one more thing we need from you Miss Teagan. Your father left something for you in a safety deposit box, with special intructions. On the first time you come here you are supposed to open it." He reached down onto his desk, "here is your key!"
The key was small and gold, it had the number 216 on it. What could it be? I followed the manager to the vault where the boxes were, it was a huge room.
"Here miss, put your key in."
He already had his key in one of the locks, and there was an empty lock next to it. I slid the key in and wiggled it around until it turned. We pulled the box out and the manager exited the vault and left me alone in the room. I was afraid, you never know what my father had planned. It could be anything.
I pulled open the lid hesitantly. It was like Caleb and his precious box all over again. Hopefully what was inside wasn't another test to prove my destiny.
There was a large leather bound and locked book. It looked old, but not ancient. It was a faded burgundy with brown leather bindings. The lock was rusty, it still looked functional. I picked up the book carefully and set it on the table. How was I supposed to open it? I checked to see if there was a key in the box, nothing. It was a small hole, maybe I could pick it. I took one of the pins that was in my dress earlier and bent it a little to see if it would work. It didn't. I was not getting in the book.
"I give up!" I took the book and put it under my arm and walked out of the room. The manager was standing patiently against the wall.
"Did you get everything?"
"Well, not quite, but I'll work it out! Now, can I get some money?"
"Sure, of course Miss Teagan."
I walked out of the bank with 1,500 dollars and a book. I decided to hail a cab instead of walk, to where, I wasn't sure. Some place nice, some place with a hot shower, a soft bed, room service, and a nice stiff drink.
"Where to?"
"Can you take me to the Buttes on 48th and Broadway, please!"
Without saying another word the driver sped off. I was on my way to freedom.
"Ma'am, I believe we are being followed."
He interrupted my thoughts. Freedom wasn't possible for me.
"Can we lose them?"
"I've been trying to for the last few minutes, they don't seem to be going any where."
"Pull over, let me out!"
He followed my intructions, pulled over. I handed him a 50 dollar bill, and told him to keep the change. He just smiled and drove away. I think he knew something bad was about to happen.




Chapter 6 on its way

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Chapter 6

I watched the cab drive away, before even turning I could feel at least 4 people staring at me. I couldn't explain it, but I knew who they were, knew how many weapons they had, knew that one of them was wearing old spice cologne. I could smell the silver of their knives. One of them stepped forward, it was Klaus, my dad's enforcer.
"What do you want Klaus?"
"How did you?"
"I can smell you!"
I turned around to face him. He looked confused, and I didn't feel like explaining. How was I going to take on him and three of his men. Klaus was the only one I really had to worry about. The rest were just human, Klaus was a Lycanthrope. A were-hawk to be exact. Not one of the most threatening were-animals, but still in human form he was fast, strong, and bigger than me. He took a few more steps towards me. I got into one of the defensive stances I learned in one of the martial arts classes my mother forced me to take. Before even finding my balance Klaus had come up and taken my legs out from under me. I wasn't a fighter, I didn't even see him coming. But as naturally as my falling was I got back up and faced him. Memories of battles came back to me, my fathers memories I'm sure.
"Did you forget I am a vampire?"
I reached out for his throat, before he could react I had him lifted up a few inches off the ground by just his neck.
I heard footsteps coming quickly towards us. What to do now? I reached down into my fathers mind and instinctively threw Klaus at the men. They stumbled over him like little kids on rollerskates. Should I run? I was so out of my element!
"Teagan!" Klaus yelled out to me. Did I answer? I decided not to.
"Teagan! We are just here to bring you home. You're father is very worried about you!"
"Then why did you attack me? Huh? Klaus?" I let down my guard , and just like he expected it, he ran at me again and grabbed my arms. He pulled them together behind my back.
"By any means necessary were your fathers instructions." He whispered up against my neck. His breath lingered on my skin and in the air. I could smell blood, I could smell the poor innocent animal he had fed on. I tried to break free from his hands, but my strength was as a fleating thing until I learned to control it. I was back to being a normal 23 year old petite woman. The men with him came up to me, they had rage in their eyes. What had I done to them to make them hate me so much. I could taste their rage, and their fear. Had my father threatened them?
I can remember the first few punches but after that it just seems like a fuzzy dream.
I woke up in a hotel room. How I got there, not quite sure. But the bed was soft, the pillow was squishy, the room smelled like freshly cleaned laundry. I sat up and could feel moisture in the air, a cloud of steam rolled out of the bathroom door. I could hear water running into the tub.
"Hello?"
I looked around the floor, there were my clothes I had bought at the thrift store, and neatly hung from the back of the door was a bellboy uniform.


Any comments, criticisms, ideas, suggestions would be greatly appreciated.

[elderess]

ooh, what's happening next?

[silverlily]

I'm wondering the same! I'd like to read some more about Mr. Yellow Eyes, he sounds interesting, I want to know more about him, but I also want him to stay a mystery.
You're a very good writer! Love reading this story.

[AjentAnjel :)]

Not finished with it yet, but just to hold u over for now!


Chapter 7

I slid myself over to the edge of the bed, every part of my body hurt, parts I didn't even know could hurt. A mirror hung across from me, and let me tell you, I look like I feel. I tried to stand up, my legs gave out on me and I fell back onto the bed. I was wearing a black silk nightgown. It looked like a slip with some extra frill.
"What happened to me?"
I was hoping someone would answer me, fill me in on part of my life I missed. But if someone answered me, that meant someone else was with me. After a few minutes of deep breathing I tried to stand up again. This time I did it. My knees were shaking, and I probably looked like a new born horse trying to walk for the first time, but it was getting me closer to my clothes. I reached out to the dresser for my t-shirt and noticed my hands covered in scrapes and bruises and brown with dried blood. My body shook with another flashback, and for once it was my own. I remember Klaus holding my arms and his flunkies punching and kicking me over and over again. Just seeing it made my stomach and back hurt more. With each step I took I'd remember just another piece of the puzzle and in even more pain than I started out in. From what I could piece together this is what happened.
Klaus grabbed me, and they beat on me for awhile. I didnt fight back for a few minutes just stood there like a dead fish and let them hit me. When Klaud shifted at my back. I remember the feeling of his beak ripping my shirt. As I explored my mind I used my hands to explore my body and feeling each and every bump and bang. I could feel a scab already forming on my back where bird-beak scratched me. As soon as I touched it the rest of the puzzle came together.
"Come on, fight back! You're a big bad Vampire! Fight!"
"She knows she has lost!"
"She's not even trying!"
Klaus and his buddies picked and picked at me. I wasn't going to respond, I wasn't going to react. They could hurt me, and there wasn't anything I was going to do. I couldn't even move my hands. I could feel the bones in Klaus hands starting to tremble around my arms. It felt like he had bugs or an alien trying to break out of his body. It just kept getting worse, until his body started convulsing, but he still held on. I could smell the faint scent of feathers, I could feel his power crawling along my skin. He was trying to control his beast, but the less I fought the more he wanted to torment me. Eventually, he gave in, his bones burst out once more lengthening is fingers into slender claws and sharp talons. I heard his clothes ripping and his wings bursting out of his back. At that moment he seemed weaker, I pulled as hard as I could against his claws and ripped myself free. My blood flowed out of my wrists where he scratched me up and my shirt ripped as he grabbed for me with his beak. I pulled my wrists up to my face, and dragged my tongue along my skin flat and wide drawing all the blood into my mouth. The coppery taste and smell of the blood pulled whatever power I had up to the surface, and it was ready to fight. I could feel everyone around me, not just see them, but feel them, fell their auras intertwining and bumping up against mine. Instantly I knew I was more powerful than all of them, all of them put together. Klaus was my only competition, but also the most predictable. He was a brute, he wasn't graceful, he wasn't smooth, he'd try to barrel at me like the Juggernaut. I was right. Before I could finish thinking it he was on his way at me. But unlike before, he moved in an unnaturally slow motion. He was a Lycanthrope, he should have been faster, much faster. I held my hand out, I could feel the power flow from my palms, he hit it like a brick wall. I pushed the power out of me and into his body, he flew back into the car he followed me in.

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I pushed the power out of me and into his body, he flew back into the car he followed me in. I could taste their fear and it fed me. Just like taking a deep breath I sucked it out of them. Turning on the air to face them, their eyes rolled back in their heads, skin starting to wrinkle. I could feel their life forces withering away. In that moment I coul clench my fist and they'd turn to dust.
"Stop, please!" One of them cried to me, his hands looking like prunes reaching out. He fell to the ground and tried to crawl closer, my power was like a sheild protecting me. When I couldn't recognize them, or even myself anymore my body closed down.
"What did I do?" I felt like I turned back into me. I didn't want to hurt them, I just wanted them to leave me alone. Klaus startedto come at me, I tried to all the power again, I was too weak. I was scared. Please don't hurt me, I thought to myself. And as if he heard me he responded.
"We aren't going to hurt you anymore." He rubbed his back slowly like I had really hurt him. He brought his hand up and motion sweeping the air, his hand was covered in blood "Come on guys!" His men skin smoothes out, their eyes regained their color. They picked themselves up off the ground and like dogs who just got beat by their master skimpered off to their cars.
I came back to, shoft of breath, still standing in the middle of a hotel room not sure how I got there. At least now I knew why my body hurt so bad. There was still a steady beat of raining water coming from the bathroom. Was I missing pieces to the puzzle, or was this a whole 'nother puzzle all together. I decided to wait to find out who it was when they actually came out. I wasn't up for anymore flashbacks, surpises or battles.
My stomach was doing somersault's trying to tell my body it was hungry. My head wasn't quite agreeing. I looked over at the alarm clock so predictably stationed on the nightstand next tot he bed. It was flashing 12 o'clock over and over. On the other side of the bed was the phone. I picked up the receiver, waited for the buzz and dialed 0.
"The Buttes front desk, how can I help you Miss Smith?"
"Yeah, what time is it?"
Stupid question I know, but how else was I supposed to find out.
"It's 5 past 2 ma'am." The receptionist was perky, too perky. Her voice kind of shrilled through the phone.
"Can I get a room service menu?" I should of said please, but I wasn't in a very polite mood.
"In your second drawer under the phone there is a black folder with all that The Buttes has to offer." She sounded like a commercial, a very rehearsed commercial. "On the back of the folder in the beverage menu. And for special guests such as yourself Miss Smith it is all complimentary!" She had a bit of a southern twang emphasizing parts of words that never should be emphasized. If I had to guess I'd say she was in her mid thirties big boufant hair that she sprayed a whole bottle of aquanet into every morning (never realizing she what she was doing to the ozone.)
After a long pause and no response from me she asked, "Would you like something Miss?" How can you call someone Miss and Ma'am in the same conversation?
"Uh, um, I'll call back when I'm ready to order." I already knew what I wanted, a steak, medium well...no...rare, a glass of red wine and a bottle of aspirin. I just didn't want to hear her voice anymore. Maybe by the time I called back she'd be off annoying another 'special guest' and I could speak to a not-so-special-but-quite-ordinary receptionist.
"Buttes fron desk. This is Stephen, how can I help you Ms. Smith?"
"Much better."
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, sorry...nothing. I'd like to order some room service please?"
"Anything you'de like Ms."
"A steak.."
"T-bone, porterhouse or sirloin?"
"The biggest one you've got!"
"And how owuld you like that cooked?"
"As little as possible please!"
"Okay" I could hear a bit of a chuckle in his voice. "Anything to drink with that?"
"A bottle of your best red wine."
"Right away!"
"Oh, and Stephen, can I get a bottle of aspirin too?"
"Sure! That'll be about 20-30 minutes."
I hung up the phone and crashed down onto the bed.
"I don't care how I got here, this bed rocks."
"I knew you'd like it."
Of course I can never be comfortable too long. I sprung up from the bed, adrenaline rushed through my body, for a split second nothing hurt. Until I stood all the way up and got flooded with dizziness again.
"Caleb? What are you doing here?"
It was the second time in too short a period I'd seen him in a towel. He didn't answer me. He strutted over to the dressing, flung open the drawer and pulled out a pair of dark denim jeans and a black tanktop. His towel started to fall, I was about to look away when i saw he had a pair of boxers on. He let it drop to the ground and stepped into the jeans. He had to wiggle his butt a little to pull them up all the way. It was something I'd only seend girls do before, but Caleb was the kind of person that broke all kinds of stereotypes. I could see him fiddling with his zipper and watched the muscles in his arms twitch under his flesh. It was slightly sexual but more appetizing than appealing. I could feel a desire rise in my to bite down, draw his flesh into my mouth, suck his warm blood to the surface and slowly bite down 'til it filled my mouth. The though disgusted me, but I wasn't able to supress it. I stood there staring at him not noticing him turning towards me. My eyes started to dry before I blinked again. He looked delicious. Caleb raised his arms, holding a side of the tank top in each hand slipping it over his head. I started walking towards him, almost floated. His body hypnotized me, beckoned for me. His pulse screamed my name. I ran my hands slowly up his stomach, acrossed his chest. My fingers traced the line of his neck, pausing to feel the rhythm of his heart. Snap out of it Tea! From somewherever deep inside of me, my pre-camp self screamed. I quickly moved my hands took a half step back and pulled Caleb's shirt down like that was my plan all along. My hands rested at his waist, his bright blue eyes shimmering down at me. Normally a gaze of a vampire or angel will make you crumble and fall to their will, but when you are one and they the other you kind of cancel eachother out.
Caleb drew his face closer to mine, never taking his gaze off of mine. His lips full and half parted hovered above mine. I could feel his warm breath hitting my face and neck. I wanted to kiss him, I wanted him to kiss me. We were hovering over eachother's mouths in a gam of power and desire. Waiting for the other to give in or back away. I knew I wasn't moving, and if I stayed where I was I knew he'd crack soon.
"Knock knock room service!" A young adolescent male voice interrupted us. Damnit, another moment of enjoyment interrupted.
"Just leave it by the door." Caleb yelled back. Still not taking his eyes off me. you could hear the rattling of the cart and angry steps of an un-tipped bell by trod down the hallway. With the moment of passion near ruined Caleb gave in. All he had to do was purse his lips and they gently touched mine. I watched his eyelids fall, mine followed and I responded back to his mouth. After just a few moments of passionate kisses he drew away. Eyes still shut, eyelashes fluttering against his flushed cheeks.
"Lips of an Angel."
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing, it's just nothing." For once Caleb didn't have any thing to say.

Chapter 8

I ate my meal and got dressed. Caleb explained a few things in the mean time. Apparently I had been sleeping for two days. He had sensed I was in trouble and came to get me. I had been lying alongside the road and someone had stolen all my money and my stuff. So he brought me to the Buttes, paid the clerk enough money to register me under Ms. Jane Smith. He fetched me some of my clothes and stole a bellboy uniform so he could come and go without my father cathing on. Seems my father has eyes all over the city. Most of them above, being his animal to call are the birds.
"One question. Where did the nightdown come from. That wasn't mine."
"Yeah, I borrowed that." He looked away.
"From?"
"From room 207's closet." He was whispering, I looked at him and laughed.
In defense he said, "Your clothes were all bloody and ripped. You needed something to sleep in." I left it at that. Once you make an angel blush it doesn't get any better.
"What do I do now Caleb?"
I was truly lost. People expected things from me everywhere I turned. I need to be Queen, no, I need to fulfill the prophecy. I just wanted to be me. The old me. Turns out, that being me wasn't easy.
"Now we train. Run, hide. We have some fun. We start anew."
It sounded good, I wasn't planning on holding my breath though.

[elderess]

kwl! I'm guessing Caleb and Tea get together right? Hoperfully!

[AjentAnjel :)]

Chapter 9

"You got that, Mr. Phoenix?"
"Yes sir, anything you say sir!" I nodded and turned on my heels to leave. The hallway was empty, only the eyes of the ancestors painted onto canvas watched me walking away. Nothing but the clack of my shoes against the stone floor echoed in my ears. How come whenever your afraid time slows down, silence seems even more quiet than ever before, and a hallway seems like it will never end?
2-6-7-4, I entered the code into the door at the end of the hall. The lock made a clanking noise and swung itself open, light flooded the doorway, I quickly exited and shut the door, the less sunlight that makes it into the old part of the house the better. I don't need any more grief from the boss than I already had. He was grumpy today, he's been grumpy ever since his "princess" left us. I don't really get it, she's old enough to make her own choices, and he can't be mad at her for not wanting to be a monster, my words not hers. I've never met her, I only saw her in passing that one time, but I don't blame her for leaving. I'd leave too, if I could.
A few years ago I was at a state park in Colorado. I used to be a ranger there. Some people had reported some animals they found that had been ripped to pieces. It was my job to investigate. Late at night I went down to the park and tracked down the culprits. It was a flock of werebirds. Some eagles, hawks, and falcons, but all feathery bird brains. Just my luck it was the night of the full moon and they all had just shifted. The older ones came at me and held me down while the younger ones fed. They left me for dead, but in the morning I woke up, gasping for breath and only a faint idea of what had happened. I remembered the birds and them standing above me cawing and cooing making all kinds of noises while they ripped my abdomen apart. But I didn't have any marks on me, no bruises, nothing. I'd hoped it was a dream, it wasn't. The next full moon I shifted, at the dinner table meeting my girlfriends parents for the first time. Gratefully, I only hurt the cat and no one else before running away. I ran all the way back to the park, and found the flock that had turned me. They took me under their wing, pun intended, and taught me the ways of the wereflock.
Their flock had been recently destroyed rebuilt, and picked my park to be there Geo-kerena (what the flock call their meeting place). The Roc, their leader, chose me as their Phoenix, a kind of good luck charm. After a few years of following them and their ways, I was sick of being a monster and did what I did best, ran. That's how I got here. I got hooked up with another flock, a flock that offered me everything.
"You'll never have to worry about anything again!"
It was true, never worried about food, never had to hunt, in exchange I'd have to serve the King. At first, it was great. I would play bodyguard and when I'd get home there would be freshly caught food, and beautiful women. The women would get more sick and sadistic as time went on. Because I was a werehawk they'd cut me open and watch me shift and heal just to cut me up again. I only put up with it for a little while before deciding to fight my way up through the flock. Once I became Griffon, second in command, the King stopped using me as his toy and started to respect me. So now here I am, about to do something I don't wanna do, because I sold my soul to the devil for food.

[elderess]

Wow, that's all I have to say!

[AjentAnjel :)]

Chapter 10

"I hate this place!"
"What was that Phoenix?"
"Nothing man...nothing, and stop calling me Phoenix, my name is Walker"
"Ah you know I'm just messing around, WALKER!"
I started packing my stuff into my bags ignoring Klaus and making sure I had enough clothes for atleast a week. I never understood how I got myself into these situations, and never really knew how to get out of them. I could run again, but each time I ran I wound up someplace even worse.
"Brody is coming down to give you your instructions Walker." Klaus said as he paced back and forth across my room messing with whatever he could get his hands on. I just kept packing.
"Shirts, pants, shorts, shoes, boxers, deodorant, am I missing something?" I talked to myself a lot, but when someone was in the room it was weird, cause they answered.
"Socks! Your missing socks!"
"Shut up man!"
I turned around and he threw a pack of socks at me. I just barely caught them, before I was off balance catching myself before knocking over the lamp. I wouldn't really care if the lamp broke though, none of us got to decorate our own rooms. If I had my way everything would be gone, I'd just have my blanket and pillows on my bed, and maybe an Andy Warhol print on my wall.
"You need to be nicer to me, or I'm gonna have to make you!"
I could feel Klaus' beast starting to rise, his chest puffed out and walking towards me in that animalistic manner.
"Is that a challenge Aello?"
Klaus was only our Aello, our enforcer. Not because he was a big scary guy, because he had no morals, no conscience. He could hurt any one or anything and not think twice. But he knew he could never take me. I closed the gap between us puffed my chest out but withheld my power. He wasn't a threat to me, there wasn't a reason to show off.
"Not a challenge, just a threat!"
"You can't threaten me Klaus, you couldn't even hurt me!" I stretched my fingers out into long talons and slashed them across his face. Klaus would have to fully shift to even try to hurt me, only the alpha's could partial transform. As far as I knew only Brody, Dorika, and I could do it in the Ba and Benu Flock. And that's why we were First, Second, and Mother. A flock is a lot like a wolf pack or any other were animal group. We have order and rules that you must abide by or you are killed. It's rather animalistic and political all at the same time. More of a dictatorship than a democracy. You have your Roc, your leader, in our case Brody. He was about 29 or so, a werehawk too, his mate, Dorika was our Halycon (hal-ee-son). She was the mother, the protector, the alpha female. Then there was me, the second, the Griffon. They called me Phoenix because of how I became a lycanthrope, I hated it. Everytime they said it I'd be taken back to that place, that night, and I can feel my intestines sliding down their throats. And Klaus was our Aello. It didn't really give him any kind of rank or authority, it merely meant he was the only one willing to do things we weren't.
"Back down Aello, now!"
Brody boomed into the room more with his power than his voice. Klaus eventually backed away from me and calmed his beast. In return Brody eased his power down a bit, it still lingered in the air. His beast distinctly smells like honey. I wonder if my beast smells like something? I tried to flare it out a bit and sniffed the air, nothing, but I probably looked a little funny.
"What are you doing Walker?"
"I WAS packing!" I glared at Klaus. He knew I didn't like him, why couldn't he just leave me alone.
"When you are done come down to my room and I'll give you your detailed instructions. Come with me Klaus." Brody turned to walk out of the room, I could feel him walk through my power, cutting it like a knife with his own. Before he reached the door he turned back and asked me "What smells like...pine?"
Aha, maybe I did have a scent after all.




thoughts emotions likes dislikes of the new character?

[elderess]

Kwl....