Lith's Blog

Darvire leaned forward, shadowing his face slightly in the fire making him more ghostly. His voice was animated, "You must know that vampire's are hard to catch. But you never knew why." He grinned impishly and chuckled in a way that was not funny.

"No one knows our secret, and the ones that did... well... they're not around to snitch about it. Its a special... ability, that only my line of family can do. And no other line of vampire's can."

"What makes your family so special?" Cati asked with scorn.

"Ah, so you wish to know?" He grinned again. All of us noticed his teeth this time. The second pair of fangs were even more spookish in the fire light. "These," He motioned to his fangs, "are what marks us as the Vampire. We are considered royal among our kin. Honored in every way, and ones to be feared and despised."

"Would you stop talking in riddles," Cati sighed impatiently, "and just get to your freaking point?!"

"And ruin the story?" Darvire shook his head, "I think not. It gets better...

"My family is the first line to ever existed in this world. We are the first. We will be the last."

Unknown Third exclaimed, "But that's impossible! There are no prominent races in the vampire line! They all are--if you excuse me--lifeless, ageless, beastly strong, blood suckers!" If I could of seen his eyes, they would of been popping out of his head.

Darvire's grin halted. "You better not wish to get on the wrong side of me. This may come as a shock, but I am as alive as you are right now. My family is actually a family: I was born out of the womb of my mother--the same for all my siblings--as a stronger, more powerful, mortal, blood sucker."

"Yo-your... mortal?" I stammered, shocked at this new founded information.

Darvire nodded. "We may live longer then a regular human, but we all die, one time or another." To my surprise, he took my good hand and placed it on his ice cold neck. "Feel anything?"

My reaction was almost immediate."No--wait..." I stared at Darvire, "You... you have... a heart beat?"

A shy smile crept along his face. "Yes. I do. That is why we are despised. We still live when we were born dead."

"So everyone from your family... is born a vampire?" Cati asked, disgust shadowed her voice.

"Yes."

"Ugh..." she muttered under her breath. "No wonder they're..."

Fury spread across his face like a wild fire. Darvire suddenly leaned back away from the fire, into the shadows, where he disappeared...

To suddenly appear behind Cati, a hand clasped over her mouth. "Despise me all you want, but remember that I could kill you all before you even knew you were dead. Every word, action, or thought could be your last." He hissed into her ear, his eyes grey.

Cati's eyes narrowed, but before she could attack him, he disappeared again, and appeared next to me the second later. Unknown Third and I both gasped. Cati was starring daggers.

Unknown Third had gasped because of the disappearnces.

I did for different reasons.

I saw through the shadows.

It was just like on my Blessing night. When Darvire left my room. The little version of him stepped into the shadows that I could now see through, and disappeared through a thicker fog. But it was now I realized what he had done--what he could do.

And it made me shiver. He let us capture him when he could of killed us all.

Imagene what his whole family could do to us...

"Then..." I hesitated, "why haven't you killed us yet?"