Saturday, February 19, 2005

Chapter 3
“Michael, it’s me again, I need some questions answered.” I had my normal day look, with black boots, a long leather jacket, black pants, and a black shirt.
“I thought you ended your mourning period long ago?”
“I did, but now I’m restarting it. That is why I am here, yesterday night, I went without a meal.
“Why is that?”
“I saw my prey, one was too young, and the other was old, but had a young one that it was taking care of. How many people have I killed that were needed by someone else, that still had responsibilities in this world, and I ended their lives before they could finish them?”
“Oh, I understand now, Brea, you must understand that you are higher on the food chain then them, do they care when they kill cattle and sows, chickens, anything they eat, what other animals still needed them? What they were responsible for, do they wear black because they eat those things?”
“I guess not, thank you, Michael, my old friend, I really needed that.”
Now get some blood in you, from the looks of it, you really need it, going a day without food is not the easiest thing.”
“Where, I can’t hunt in the day.”
“I have heard of vampire bars, they sell blood from donor cars that…never made it to there destination.”
“By any chance do you know where to find one?”
“On Old Mill Road, on the left hand side there is one, there’s no direct sunlight there either.”
“Thank you.”
“Oh and take these, I hear there expensive.” He hands me a bag of coins, I nod my thanks, promise to pay him back, and leave.
I reform inside the bar instantly, and have a seat.
“What will it be young lady?”
“The cheapest stock you have.”
“You won’t want that.”
“Why?”
“That stuff is nasty tasting, I can give you some O for ten bucks, what do you say?”
“Great.” Two minutes later I was drinking a large glass of fresh O blood, sound appetizing, it is to vampires. I finish my drink, grab one more, and leave. I go back into Michael’s house, set down the change, and go home; it was already noon, which is just like a day creature staying up until midnight, so I went to sleep.
The old fashioned clock on my wall read 6:00p.m. I was still tired but I decided to get up anyway, to clear my conscience, I decided to go to that bar more often. It would also make it so I had more time to do what I like during the night, but not tonight, tonight I shall hunt, and I shall gorge on anyone who crosses my path alone, over twenty. I put on the same long leather jacket that reached my ankles, this time with a royal blue shirt; blue, my favorite color as a human; it felt nice to wear it again. I wore the same black pants and boots with it. My skin was the pale white of my changing.
I flew that night, soaring over the streets, I saw a person with pointed shoes speed walking, and looking behind her every three seconds or so. I landed; silently; as always, and was about to take her life when a green smoke came out of the cloak she was wearing; it was a witch. I drew my fangs out and hissed. I wasn’t scared, but I became defensive, for the only things that can kill a vampire are witches, wizards, dragons, and werewolves. She looked at me in the eye for the first time and her face became that of horror. “Please, oh mighty Brea, do not end my life.” I tried to read to read her mind, but she was concealing it, I decided to listen to what she had to say.
“I see my reputation precedes me.”
“Oh yes, please, I bare a gift for you, why else would I be walking along the streets aimlessly?”
“I see, and what gift would this be…what is your name?”
“My name is Fayla, and I am a witch that can tell the future, and I have seen your future, mind you, I only see important creature’s futures, so either you are important now, or are going to be, my gift is two things, first, some words of wisdom, from a very old lady.” She paused.
“You may proceed, I do not seek to stop you, I am not important yet, you may be as impolite as you wish to me.” To show that I really meant my words I bowed and added “great Fayla, the fortune teller.”
“Thank you for your kindness Brea, you shall need to fight the one named Bolero many more times. After all of that, you shall have to fight him one more time, with the help of your daughter, whom shall not be the exact same species as you, and you need to win that fight. For the sake of humans, witches and wizards, dragons, werewolves, vampires, and all other creatures in the world, you shall have to win that fight.”
“We have had many fights, when will I know which fight is the correct fight?’
“Trust me, you will know.”
“I have just met you, and you expect me to trust you, if you know me, you know I am not a very trusting person.”
“That is why I have my other gift, Faradon told me to give this to you, you see, I was reading his palm when I had the vision; you know how he loves having his palm read.” She pulled out a deep blue sapphire ring with diamonds surrounding the sapphire and a dragon etched on the white gold band.
“How did you get this, Faradon promised that unless times were desperate, he would give me, or Bolero, if he earned it, the ring for becoming his strongest second life child. This ring, the ring of the dragon, times aren’t desperate.”
“That is my point exactly, times are desperate, and he knows that even though you lost your earlier fights with Bolero and had draws later on, that you shall be the strongest. He gave me this to give to you because he has to take care of something so that you will have enough time to have that daughter, and enough time for her to grow up, so that the prophesy can come true.”
“Thank you Fayla, will I see you ever again? I am not sure if…”
“SSSHHH, I know, yes, I shall come back at another time, but you need to hunt, I know your hungry, two large O blood drinks at The Red Café aren’t enough to sustain you for tomorrow also, go.” I nodded my thanks and went back to the air.
Next I spot a man in a gray long jacket and a brown hat, I ate him, and he didn’t even seem scared, he earnestly seems happy to die. After feeding I go home, and play an old song, even if I spoke its name, no one on this earth would know it, “all” of its copies were destroyed in the late 1800s. I played and played, for it is a three hour long piece, until it was morning.

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