Post by Onyx Alexander Sorien on May 1, 2008 20:54:17 GMT -5
NOTE: THIS IS MERELY A DRAFT I THERE MAY BE MINOR GRAMMER/TENSE ERRORS
A younger looking girl walked in a small office in a part of a large mansion.
“You called for me?” The girl asked. She was short standing at only 5’4 and had a small frame, she weighed only 90 pounds. She happened to be wearing a black, billow-sleeved, V-necked top and a pair of tight, black, pleather pants with a pair of heeled ankle-boots.
“Ah Nightingale, I’ve been expecting you. How have you been.” The only other in the room asked. Even sitting down you could tell that the man was much taller than the girl. He’d stand somewhere around 6’3, give or take an inch. Now the girl’s name had not always been Nightingale, she had been once named Elizabeth, well when she had been living. The girl was a vampire, and the man was her sire. He was also the Prince of them all
“I have been ok, well other than being nearly killed on the last mission you sent me on. You could have at least told me you were sending into a wolf’s Den,” she hissed at the man. By wolf she hadn’t meant a wolf of normal sorts. She had meant a werewolf’s den.
“Now if you had known where I was sending you, would have taken the job?” he asked and the girl rolled her eyes.
“No I wouldn’t have, I’m not an idiot. So what are you sending me away for this time?” She asked, not in a particularly happy tone.
“I need you to take this to Ravyn, to her cottage in the forest.” He answered sighing.
“You know I don’t get along with her, she’d try to kill me. Let alone the thousand vampires that live near there, I’d be walking on their territory, I’d be ripped to shreds. And don’t get me started about the fact that it’s werewolf territory that would start a war!” She yelled, she wasn’t very popular among the other vampires.
“I wouldn’t be giving you this mission if it wasn’t important Nightingale.” He hissed at her pulling out a blood red cloak and pulling it over her shoulders and tying it at the neck The young vampire purred lightly as her sire’s finger’s brushed against her skin.
“None of that love, you have a job to do. The cloak is a sign of my protection, no vampire will touch you, nor will any slayer in the area. If you stay on the path you’ll be safe from the wolves, that path is vampire territory. If they touch you on it, it would be declaring war against me. But if you step off that path, you will be slaughtered and I can do nothing to avenge you, do you understand? “ He explained and the girl nodded, as the man pulled up her hood.
“Ravyn is sick isn’t she? You wouldn’t be sending me on this mission if any of the other’s could take it.And this is the antidote that you created?” She asked freaking out a bit. There was a deadly disease going around throughout the immortal world, to her knowledge it has only been known to spread to vampires. It can only be spread two wats, by inhaling the breath of a vampire, this Nightingale was immune to, then there was the ingestion of another vampires blood.
“Do not let the wolves have that or they might gain more power.”
“Is the disease affecting them too?”
“It’s been affecting them much longer than it has us. Katara was the cause of this bringing it onto us.”
“You mean the halfa?” This term was derogatory for half wolf half vampire.
“Yes, she was locking lips with a wolf, the disease mutated and attacked Ellidnor.”
“Then why is she still allowed to live with us, she was the cause of Kherron’s death.”
“She is not to blame nightingale. She was merely following what her heart said. I will expect you to be back by sunrise tomorrow, if you can’t make it on time you know how to contact me.” He said tapping his head.
“Got it, but next time you summon me it better not be for business.” She said will a mischievous glance as she left the office of her mate. She walked out of the large building getting glares from the vampiress’ in the house. Ever since Nightingale came along the Prince would not take more than one mate. The women that lived in the house no longer had the power they desired. Nightingale made it a quick trip to the forest but she knew the path inwards would take much longer. The girl walked for about an hour before seeing a man, that was not quite a man.
“You know, Red, I know this great short-cut to get to this little cottage not too far from here. That is where you are going isn’t it? Because I don’t know where else you would go in a forest like this. You know it’s supposed to be infested with werewolves? At least that’s what they say in town.” The man who was not a man said, he was acting like one of the humans he had been watching. Maybe even killing, one never knew with Werewolves.
“I’m not stepping onto your land dog. I’m not an idiot.” Nightingale hissed as she brushed past the man, who wasn’t truly a man, and continued her travels. Five minutes later the, not quite a man was blacking her path.
“Take the short-cut or I won’t let you pass.” The man who wasn’t a man warned, Nightingale merely laughed.
“You are merely a puppy, and I am a second generation vampire. Now move before I shove this silver ring down your throat.” She said holding up her right hand, showing a large silver ring on her middle finger. The wolf paled and moved out of her way, disappearing into the distance. The girl continued on her journey but dropped the small package onto the werewolves territory. It was not out of her reach, however, she bent over and grabbed it easily, careful not to touch their land. She returned to her upright position and went on her way to ravyn’s cottage. A few moments later she saw a different man, this one was truly a man but he was also a slayer. He carried himself as such.
“You shouldn’t go in there, you won’t like what you see. You’ll most likely die.” The Slayer warned as she made her way into the clearing where Ravyn lived.
“The disease is a nasty sight to see, but I’ve seen worse. I’m also immune to the airborne version of the disease.” She said not listening when he tried to warn her of something else. She walked into the house, looking around for the sick woman. “hey Rave? Where are you?” She asked as she heard a sound from the bedroom. She crinkled her nose as the stench of a vampire’s death filled it. Ravyn had been dead for hours, but not because of the disease it hadn’t even entered the second stage from looking at the bones that lied on the floor. It was probably the filthy slayer that was hanging about outside. She attempted to go out there to confront him when she was grabbed by someone from behind. She was knocked out and bound to a chair. When she awoke the sight wasn’t of something she enjoyed. Two Wolves were standing over her, with wicked grins on their faces each with a jar of what she guessed was dead-man’s blood.
“So, Red, you are the one with the antidote. Hand it over.” One of them, the larger one, said.
“Kill me, torture me all it will do is lose you the Antidote and start a war.” She said forcing the bond between her and her sire open. She was warning her of what had happened “And we will be sure to win it.”
“No, you will be dead.” he said as she felt cold metal press against her throat. With that the slayer barged in and killed both wolves in the process.
“Why are you helping me?” She asked confused, with the cape she had been given it restricted her from killing her but it did nothing to make him help her, and the mission of a slayer was to kill every immortal that did evil.
“I have a debt to be paid to your Prince. He saved my life long ago, and I’ve heard you were important to him.” The man answered untying her and helping her up. The must have already flushed the dead man’s blood though her system She was having trouble standing.
The girl made it back to her home and was put into her bed by her mate. She had to take the antidote, however, it turns out the dead man’s blood was Ravyn’s. Now the moral of this story is not to be mistaken. Take the advice of a stranger, and listen to what your elders have to say. Because not all of you will be as lucky as you Nightingale.
A younger looking girl walked in a small office in a part of a large mansion.
“You called for me?” The girl asked. She was short standing at only 5’4 and had a small frame, she weighed only 90 pounds. She happened to be wearing a black, billow-sleeved, V-necked top and a pair of tight, black, pleather pants with a pair of heeled ankle-boots.
“Ah Nightingale, I’ve been expecting you. How have you been.” The only other in the room asked. Even sitting down you could tell that the man was much taller than the girl. He’d stand somewhere around 6’3, give or take an inch. Now the girl’s name had not always been Nightingale, she had been once named Elizabeth, well when she had been living. The girl was a vampire, and the man was her sire. He was also the Prince of them all
“I have been ok, well other than being nearly killed on the last mission you sent me on. You could have at least told me you were sending into a wolf’s Den,” she hissed at the man. By wolf she hadn’t meant a wolf of normal sorts. She had meant a werewolf’s den.
“Now if you had known where I was sending you, would have taken the job?” he asked and the girl rolled her eyes.
“No I wouldn’t have, I’m not an idiot. So what are you sending me away for this time?” She asked, not in a particularly happy tone.
“I need you to take this to Ravyn, to her cottage in the forest.” He answered sighing.
“You know I don’t get along with her, she’d try to kill me. Let alone the thousand vampires that live near there, I’d be walking on their territory, I’d be ripped to shreds. And don’t get me started about the fact that it’s werewolf territory that would start a war!” She yelled, she wasn’t very popular among the other vampires.
“I wouldn’t be giving you this mission if it wasn’t important Nightingale.” He hissed at her pulling out a blood red cloak and pulling it over her shoulders and tying it at the neck The young vampire purred lightly as her sire’s finger’s brushed against her skin.
“None of that love, you have a job to do. The cloak is a sign of my protection, no vampire will touch you, nor will any slayer in the area. If you stay on the path you’ll be safe from the wolves, that path is vampire territory. If they touch you on it, it would be declaring war against me. But if you step off that path, you will be slaughtered and I can do nothing to avenge you, do you understand? “ He explained and the girl nodded, as the man pulled up her hood.
“Ravyn is sick isn’t she? You wouldn’t be sending me on this mission if any of the other’s could take it.And this is the antidote that you created?” She asked freaking out a bit. There was a deadly disease going around throughout the immortal world, to her knowledge it has only been known to spread to vampires. It can only be spread two wats, by inhaling the breath of a vampire, this Nightingale was immune to, then there was the ingestion of another vampires blood.
“Do not let the wolves have that or they might gain more power.”
“Is the disease affecting them too?”
“It’s been affecting them much longer than it has us. Katara was the cause of this bringing it onto us.”
“You mean the halfa?” This term was derogatory for half wolf half vampire.
“Yes, she was locking lips with a wolf, the disease mutated and attacked Ellidnor.”
“Then why is she still allowed to live with us, she was the cause of Kherron’s death.”
“She is not to blame nightingale. She was merely following what her heart said. I will expect you to be back by sunrise tomorrow, if you can’t make it on time you know how to contact me.” He said tapping his head.
“Got it, but next time you summon me it better not be for business.” She said will a mischievous glance as she left the office of her mate. She walked out of the large building getting glares from the vampiress’ in the house. Ever since Nightingale came along the Prince would not take more than one mate. The women that lived in the house no longer had the power they desired. Nightingale made it a quick trip to the forest but she knew the path inwards would take much longer. The girl walked for about an hour before seeing a man, that was not quite a man.
“You know, Red, I know this great short-cut to get to this little cottage not too far from here. That is where you are going isn’t it? Because I don’t know where else you would go in a forest like this. You know it’s supposed to be infested with werewolves? At least that’s what they say in town.” The man who was not a man said, he was acting like one of the humans he had been watching. Maybe even killing, one never knew with Werewolves.
“I’m not stepping onto your land dog. I’m not an idiot.” Nightingale hissed as she brushed past the man, who wasn’t truly a man, and continued her travels. Five minutes later the, not quite a man was blacking her path.
“Take the short-cut or I won’t let you pass.” The man who wasn’t a man warned, Nightingale merely laughed.
“You are merely a puppy, and I am a second generation vampire. Now move before I shove this silver ring down your throat.” She said holding up her right hand, showing a large silver ring on her middle finger. The wolf paled and moved out of her way, disappearing into the distance. The girl continued on her journey but dropped the small package onto the werewolves territory. It was not out of her reach, however, she bent over and grabbed it easily, careful not to touch their land. She returned to her upright position and went on her way to ravyn’s cottage. A few moments later she saw a different man, this one was truly a man but he was also a slayer. He carried himself as such.
“You shouldn’t go in there, you won’t like what you see. You’ll most likely die.” The Slayer warned as she made her way into the clearing where Ravyn lived.
“The disease is a nasty sight to see, but I’ve seen worse. I’m also immune to the airborne version of the disease.” She said not listening when he tried to warn her of something else. She walked into the house, looking around for the sick woman. “hey Rave? Where are you?” She asked as she heard a sound from the bedroom. She crinkled her nose as the stench of a vampire’s death filled it. Ravyn had been dead for hours, but not because of the disease it hadn’t even entered the second stage from looking at the bones that lied on the floor. It was probably the filthy slayer that was hanging about outside. She attempted to go out there to confront him when she was grabbed by someone from behind. She was knocked out and bound to a chair. When she awoke the sight wasn’t of something she enjoyed. Two Wolves were standing over her, with wicked grins on their faces each with a jar of what she guessed was dead-man’s blood.
“So, Red, you are the one with the antidote. Hand it over.” One of them, the larger one, said.
“Kill me, torture me all it will do is lose you the Antidote and start a war.” She said forcing the bond between her and her sire open. She was warning her of what had happened “And we will be sure to win it.”
“No, you will be dead.” he said as she felt cold metal press against her throat. With that the slayer barged in and killed both wolves in the process.
“Why are you helping me?” She asked confused, with the cape she had been given it restricted her from killing her but it did nothing to make him help her, and the mission of a slayer was to kill every immortal that did evil.
“I have a debt to be paid to your Prince. He saved my life long ago, and I’ve heard you were important to him.” The man answered untying her and helping her up. The must have already flushed the dead man’s blood though her system She was having trouble standing.
The girl made it back to her home and was put into her bed by her mate. She had to take the antidote, however, it turns out the dead man’s blood was Ravyn’s. Now the moral of this story is not to be mistaken. Take the advice of a stranger, and listen to what your elders have to say. Because not all of you will be as lucky as you Nightingale.