Find the Other (part I)

Part one taken from the younger sister Trinity's POV

CHAPTER I

   

                     Find the other.

My name is Trinity Corby and I am three thousand years old. Well, three thousand and two years, five months, and sixty-seven days, give or take. I can’t remember my actual birth date so I count the days, weeks, months, and years. My species are uncommon around where I made my home. On numerous occasions I have been wrongfully called ‘cannibal’ and I showed the few smartasses that they were completely wrong.

     I live in a broken world. I am the girl you don’t want to f*** with. I’m alone, I’m used to it, and I like my lifestyle. None of that ‘love’ crap gets in the way. Nothing stops me from getting what I want.

…..

     I open my eyes. The cool wind blows softly around me, lifting my hair up and letting the dark waves bounce around my shoulders and lower hip. A mellow familiar burning swells up in my stomach and my throat, just barely flickering. Knowing I had to feed soon to avoid the ripping agony, I swing from my high perch in the oak tree and land gracefully on the lush grass. The blades of wet grass soaked my bare feet. The tall trees sway slightly with the breeze behind me and above lied the cold full moon in all its glory. I inhale deeply- there was a deer herd in the west. Another scent attacks me and leaves me completely in its grasp. All I could think about now was that scent that would lead me to the one thing I craved day in and day out. Blood. And I wasn’t about to settle for the deer’s blood, not anymore. No- I wanted what most repelled of doing in this decade.

      I wanted to tear a human apart for his blood.

Indeed, nothing could compare human blood to anything else. It was incredibly tempting and I applauded those who can resist.

     Me…I love it way too much to give up my way of living.

I sprint easily to the local Gentlemen’s Club just a mile down from where I had perched.  My blood-red lips curl up as I near the security at the door. I swung my hips a little more than necessary and felt his gaze linger near my thighs, hips, and cleavage before he looked up at my eyes. The plain red dress hugged my torso tightly that it made my curves that much more dominant.

     “ID please,” he said in a low gruff voice. My finger trails up his dark uniform and I felt his muscle bulge.

     I speak, my voice low and seductive, “Oh come now. Surely one more person can come in.”

His eyebrow raises slightly, “Little lady, show me your ID or get lost.” He does not mean his words; his breathing sped up as my finger trailed over his chest and around his neck.

     “I lost my ID. I’m here because I want a job…” I trail off in midsentence. “And…other things.”

His blue eyes positively filled with lust right then and there. I lean in closer that our lips almost touched. I felt his eyes melting with want at my gaze. “You could always meet with me at midnight and come back to my place,” I suggest, my voice coated with honey sugariness.

     He smiles beautifully and I mirror his smile. Bingo. He’s mine now.

The guard leans down and kisses me roughly and I let him. He is the one to break off for air. He leans against the wall panting, “Midnight. Don’t forget.”

     “Don’t worry,” I wink at him and step into the club. Inside the club is already in full swing. It was so crowded I could barely get through people- that is, if they all weren’t staring at me. I lean against the wall near the DJ and wink at a guy who I could hear was drunk. He smiles wolfishly. I beckon him over with one finger and he staggers toward me immediately.

     “Hey baby,” he slurs, the wolfish grin still there.

“Hey there big boy,” I say in the same seductive tone.

     “What’s a hot chick like you doing all alone?” he wraps his arm around me. He is unsteady on his feet because I feel him swaying side-to-side.

     “I’m just here for a good time,” I smile at him. “My name is Ashley.”

“I’m-hic-Damon,” he said. “Let’s go.”

     I nod and follow him outside. He leads me to a 1995 red Mustang and we drive off to the nearest hotel- Quality Inn. Crappy hotel but it was all the privacy I needed. I bring him to my room and straddle myself on the springy bed and eye him seductively curving my finger in a ‘come-hither’ motion. His breathing and heart rate increase with lust as he nears the bed, his bright eyes shining with want. He straddled himself over me and I launch for the throat. Blood steadily drips into my mouth and he gasps in pain.

     “Thanks for coming with me,” I hiss into my normal accent of the sixteenth century Transylvanian vampire, “I really hope you survive because I desperately need a Progeny.”

   He tries to speak but fails as I finished drinking off his life. He dies seconds later in my arms. I grin and lick the remaining blood off my lips and throw him off me. His lifeless body collapses to the floor and lies motionless.

     I groan as I look at myself, “You idiot! You got blood all over my dress!” I yell at him as though he could hear me. I tried to scrape it off but of course most of it was permanently stained into the fabric. Damn it I had that guard expecting me at midnight. I rip off the bollixed thing and reached into the closet for what I loved best- leather. I redressed in jeans and a leather jacket feeling much better. I scowl at Damon on the floor in the same curled up position.

     “I’m not losing my Progeny again,” I mutter and move him near the closet. That way he would still be alive when I returned. I tucked my room key in my back pocket and ran outside back to the club. Running was second nature to me; no one could easily see me running at full speed. The guard stood there waiting. I come near and I heard his heart racing.

     “Hey there babe,” he smirks and crosses his arms. Even though he tried to sound calm his heartbeat told me different. “I love the new wardrobe.”

    “Really? I changed to impress you,” I smirk. “Is it working?”

“Hmm, why don’t we go back to my place and find out?” he steps closer to me and I take a step back into the woods. He is both intrigued and confused before I speak.

     “Why do it in such a small room?” I smile slowly and I crouch back into the dark of the wood. He follows although he cannot see more than a couple feet in front of him. I swing myself up a tree and hung upside down on a thick branch and wait. He came closer but in the wrong direction. I roll my eyes and pull myself back up and shake the branch loudly. He turns around and heads toward me.

     “Hey; where’d you go?” he calls and stumbles over a root. I jump to a nearby birch tree and wait. I lick my lips again as I think of feeding. Quickly I spring down on top of the confused security man and bite down hard on his throat. A red river ran thick and I gulp it down almost as fast as it came out. The man groans in pain and falls to the ground.

      When I finish drinking I felt tired as hell, and I knew the sun was about to come up soon. Before I left, though, I grabbed the man’s head and twisted it around to make sure he was dead.

 

 

     Damon was awake when I entered back into my room. He seemed disorientated but his red eyes focused on me and recognization raced through them. Snarling, he backs away from me. His attitude showed me fury but his eyes told of sadness and betrayed his cool. He was scared and I could tell he remembers what I did to him.

     “You’re awake,” I state the obvious.

“Who the hell are you?” he snaps. “What the hell did you do to me?”

     “I told you,” I huff impatiently, “You are my Progeny.”

“You’re what?”

     “Progeny. You’re my slave now,” I repeat and sigh as I pick up his thoughts, “You’re not going to kill me.”
“Why shouldn’t I?” he challenges.

     “You’re my Progeny. I’m your master which means you have no choice but to listen to me. We have a connection now, meaning I can hear your thoughts. Everything you think of I can hear now,” I smile.

For the first time Damon notices the surroundings. He touches his face, touches the blood, his blood, in astonishment. Now he knows he’s not hallucinating.

     “If you actually give a damn,” I say casually and stretched out on my bed. Damon watches me with fear in his eyes. “My name is Trinity. And if you want to learn how to survive, you’d better learn it from me.”

     “I don’t want your help!” he snarls. His dark eyes never leave my face. I roll over and make myself comfortable on the one clean sheet that hadn’t fallen victim of being smothered in blood. “Fine. Then you can starve or burn, however you wish.”

     I hear rustling from the floor and Damon’s arm slides around my waist. He presses against me like I was his mother. In a way I was. Now that he is technically my slave, he would feel a certain bond to me even if he doesn’t like it. A minute passes before he says something very softly.

     “I don’t want to die again.”

“You won’t.” I reassure him. I lean around and kiss his cheek. My hand goes through his messy blonde hair once before I tell him, “We should sleep. Our skin doesn’t do well with sunlight.”

     I lay down again and I hear him ask, “So we burn in the sun? Are all the myths true?”

I laugh, “Garlic only holds us off for so long; crosses are probably the only thing that affects us. As long as nothing goes through your heart or head you will be fine. Now shut up and let me sleep.”

     “Yes…Master.”

Reviews

[maxin james]

It is good Keep it up! But If I was A publisher I will simply reject this! Felt hard?? But face it. Your work is awesome but you can make it which excites readers imagination, apparently you focused on speech and neglecting some other elements of fiction. Don't try to find what is wrong in it and how to fix it, but focus on constructive creation and work on appearance and surroundings. Opening was quite good! You can make it better!!

[maria♫♪]

I am absolutly in love with it. Keep up the faboulous work.

[Rhea752]

hey, that was really good there were a couple points needing clarification but other than that i'm looking forward to the rest the of the book. keep on writing you're really good at it.