| Kindred Spirits By Mommints |
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| This story is fictional and has no connection to Oded Fehr. All characters belong to the author. This story is rated PG-13 Please send any comments to: Mommint@msn.com This is my humble offering of my first vampire story, although no way can it compare to Bug’s great one. However, I had fun writing this one. And hopefully, you’ll enjoy reading it. The words to the song I’ve quoted in here are from Def Leppard’s “Retroactive” CD, the song titled “Only After Dark.” That’s where I got my inspiration from....enjoy. |
| ~*~Chapter 1~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “I feel my spirit fly...I kiss the world goodbye, only after dark. Nights with the city lights...Run like the wonder way, only after dark.” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ She stood on the building’s ledge, high above the city streets, letting the wind blow over her body, caressing it like a forgotten lover. She moved forward a fraction of an inch, until her feet were at the very edge and she spread out her arms to the sides, the wind capturing her long coattails and flapping them like the wings of a bird. Or bat, she thought wryly. She didn’t bother to conceal her presence to mortals, for she honestly thought who could possibly see her at fifty stories above ground and more importantly, who would care? Those good citizens had enough problems of their own, let alone worry about a strange woman who was seemingly intent on suicide. All she knew was that it was a beautiful night, the moon luminous overhead and hardly a cloud in the night sky to obscure its silver glow. She shifted her arms again, bringing them overhead and raising them skywards, and she looked like a forgotten goddess in all her pale beauty. She leaned forward letting the wind hold her up, her black hair waving like a banner from behind. She loved the night, with all its mystery, danger and secrets it held. She turned her head and glanced over her shoulder, a sly smile curving her lips as she waited for him to find her, as she knew he would. He was close. She had found out through reliable sources of his search for her and reluctantly, she admitted to herself she was more than curious as to why this one was seeking her out. She had left a trail for even the most inexperienced of her kind to follow and wondered what was taking him so long. She was ready to take flight, yearning to be out riding the night wind. Impatient from waiting for him, she almost took a step off the ledge. “Wait!” A male voice called out behind her, effectively breaking her silent communion in the dark. “Don’t go!” Slowly, she turned to face the newcomer, her head tilted at an angle as she instantly perceived him as no threat. One eyebrow arched in surprise as her violet colored eyes took in every detail of him, from the towering height, and broad shoulders, to his long ebony colored locks that hung in curly waves around his shoulders. He had a neatly trimmed beard, full sensuous lips and eyes that were colored like rich coffee. Those same eyes stared at her with a mixture of concern and astonishment, especially when she moved closer to the edge. He held up his hands in a gesture of silent appeal. “Please, don’t go. I’ve been searching for you,” he pleaded, his voice a rich baritone that washed over her like rich honey, its accent unfamiliar. “I know. What do you want with me, fledging?” Did he think to stop her from flight? While not yet into his full capabilities as a vampire, she sensed he had some of the tricks mastered but for now she was still far superior in power. “What did you call me?” She favored him with a smile, her fangs bared in the moonlight. “I called you fledging. Now let me be, I’m off to feed.” She took a final step off the edge and rose up into the night sky, looking like a fallen angel in black. He ran over to the ledge and almost followed her up, but instead his inexperience kept him grounded. “Wait! Please, I need to talk to you!” he cried out, frustrated that he was sorely lacking in the skills she possessed and used with ease. “I need your help!” She hovered back a few feet from him, her eyes narrowing in the assumption she hadn’t heard him correctly. “Why do you need me, boy? Call to your maker, the one who changed you and seek them for the lessons you need to learn.” “She won’t teach me. She’s left me to the mercy of the world as she called it. And I’ve been wandering ever since, living this cursed life and trying to stay....alive.” He said the last word with a self-mocking laugh. Surprise flickered in her eyes for a moment. Never had she heard of a vampire not instructing one of their own making. And this one in front of her begging for help was indeed still a boy when it counted in vampire terms. If she had any breath, she would’ve sighed then, for instructing a fledging was something she didn’t have the patience or inclination to do at the moment. “I need your help to learn. I want you to teach me all that you know,” he said, correctly sensing her indecision. “I’ve searched for you, because they say your one of the most experienced vampires. Help me to at least learn how to fly.” “And what do I gain from the bargain?” He held out his hands in supplication. “You will have only what I can offer....” “And that is.....?” “Myself. That’s all I have left.” He bowed his head slightly, as if ashamed at what he’d been reduced too. She pondered his offer for a moment, as an old tattered corner of her forgotten woman’s heart whispered to her that he could help ease her loneliness. Vampires were not known to be social creatures, more like selfish ones as they looked after their own needs. And while the years of solitude had been good to her, she craved the companionship of another, someone who could share and revel with her the glory of being immortal. Perhaps taking on a fledging, especially as eager to learn as this one, wasn’t such a bad idea after all. His looks also added a certain appeal to his offer and she found herself for first time in a while, toying with the idea of mating with him. “All right then, Damian. I accept your offer but I have conditions,” she finally decided. “How do you know my name?” he asked, baffled, as he tried his own paltry powers in reading her mind. She came close and tapped him on the forehead with one tapered finger. “Think with your whole brain, not half like mortals do and my name will come to you. Find out what it is and that’s your first lesson of the tonight.” He concentrated for the briefest of moments, and suddenly, it came to him. “It’s Moira!” he exclaimed but a second later, his euphoria was cut in half by a slicing weakness that almost made him topple from his perch on the ledge. Moira grabbed him by the collar and jerked him up into the air, without effort and angry to discover the reason behind his weakness. “Have you fed?” Weakly, he shook his head. “Only on rats for the most part....” She bit back a curse and shook her head in disbelief but also understanding. “Feeding off rodents isn’t good enough, you need human blood to sustain you. Although I can readily admit most vampires have done the same as you in their first years as fledglings.” Without a second thought, she transported them away from the building, through time and into one of her favorite feeding grounds, silently instructing her new pupil on his first feeding of the night. Then with seconds to spare before sunrise, she transported them again to one of her many underground lairs, hidden deep beneath the cool earth and away from the harmful light. Without a thought, they both tumbled onto a cold marble slab and fell into a trance-like sleep, dreaming of nothing until the sun would set once again and the coming night. |
| Kindred Spirits - Chapter 2 |