Monday, February 21, 2005

chapter 5
“How did she save your life anyway, and how old was she when she turned, and, and, I don’t know!”
“Ok, ok, just slow down, I’ll tell you.” Chardel and Michael were sitting at a round table in Michael’s house. Chardel had promised not to EVER steal again, and they were discussing Michaels’ old friend; Chardel’s new acquaintance. “When I was seventeen, and had just become a werewolf, an old vampire named Flario attacked me, for he especially liked werewolf blood. Brea saw what was happening while she hunted and took pity on me because she doesn’t think it is right when people are taken before at least twenty. She first told him to stop, he didn’t listen, the old bat! This was his animal of choice, for, as you know, vampires can change into any animal, but back to the story. Her eyes glared red, and all of the sudden he floated toward her, and she killed him, with her fanged jaws. She could have taken advantage of the opportunity and spared him after taking his blood which would make her at least ten times stronger, but she didn’t want him to ever take another youth’s life, so… she finished him off, saving my young and naive life.”
“Wow.”
“Yes, and as for your question of how old she was when she was turned, that isn’t all you want to know, is it?”
“Your right, it’s not, I also want to know what time in history, and how it happened. Oh, and also, who was it that turned her?”
“All right. I risked an arm and a leg to get this information, since, if you knew Brea, you would know that she wouldn’t ever tell, and now I understand why.”
“Have you heard of Bolero, well, that is her second brother, by turning. Before she was turned, on November 1, 1804, she fell in love with Bolero, because he had fallen in love with her, and, used magic to make her feel the same. He always left mysteriously though, so, one night she followed him. When Bolero got back to Faradon’s house, where he was living at the time, Faradon felt the presence of Brea, or, as she was called then, Katalina, and decided she was both strong and beautiful, so, he turned her. She was exactly twenty years old at the time, which is why she will only kill people older then twenty, older then she was when she turned. Once Brea, as he named her, was turned, the power of Bolero’s spell was gone, and Bolero was also mad, because now the one he loved didn’t love him, and he had to fight her for the ring of the dragon. He had decided to kill her young so she couldn’t get strong enough to kill him when she was fully matured, she still isn’t fully matured, but will be, and that is what Bolero wanted to stop from the beginning, but he physically couldn’t. Brea was already to strong for him to kill.”
“Wow, why doesn’t she want people to know about that?”
“She doesn’t want people to know that she EVER, in the two-hundred twenty years of her life, loved Bolero.”

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I wake up now at eight o’clock, very late for me, I don’t feel like hunting so I go to the bar. I get my drink, and start to gulp it down, when I feel Bolero Behind me, I turn with inhuman, because I am not human, speed, and am facing him. “Why are you here?”
“You said not to come to your house; I am not at your house.”
“All right, then just leave me alone and this will be fine.”
“Firstly, I want you to know that I…” His voice dropped down to a whisper. “I still love you.”
“You discussed me, after two-hundred years of trying to kill me you dare to tell me that!”
“I am sorry; I just hope you can forgive me for this.” At that moment his eyes flicked red and my wrist started to tear, but I stopped it, and it didn’t even draw blood.”
“You know, we don’t need to fight for the ring of the dragon anymore, it is mine, Faradon has all ready chosen me.” I say while smiling, and lift my left hand, for I am left handed, to show him the gigantic deep blue sapphire surrounded by diamonds on my finger, the dragon encircling them. His eyes glow red, but not for magic, it is in anger.
“I see, then, if we can end this fighting, can we be at least friends again?”
“If this is the only reason you came here you might as well leave.” With that I turn back to my meal and pretend he isn’t there. He gets closer pleadingly for about two seconds, stands there for a minute, then leaves.
I go home, and play another instrument I love, the violin. I play a song named Sakura, then another song, this one dreary, It makes my eyes and hair turned black with the unbearably strange sound of it, for we vampires show how we feel sometimes. My hair and eyes show how dark I am feeling because of the dark tune, but I am not sad, far from t. I am very contented.
By the time I put the violin down, I feel good enough to pretend that visit of Bolero’s never existed. He should know better then to remind me of how he loved me, and made me…I can not say it, with a spell. The thought made me restless again, so I glide out of the house through the roof, and chop down a tree with my nails, which, with my mind, I made long, sharp, and strong. When it is done, I go back inside, and sleep.

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