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Authors: Jennifer East
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For a long time, I floated in the velvet darkness. The world around me became nothing but a dark fabric. I didn’t think about anything. Weightless, I forgot about the rest of the universe. Magic. The circle. The interruption to my walk home.
I was on my way home…
Suddenly, my heart started to beat faster. Something happened, something important. I began to claw through my memories, but they all felt liquid. Trying to grab onto anything concrete seemed a lot like attempting to get a grip on a handful of water. With each effort, the images dissipated or slipped free.
Frustration nipped at the back of my psyche, so I relaxed. I exhaled through my nostrils and let the memories come back to me. My first tutors taught me this technique. It worked to recall particularly elusive incantations. It worked now as well.
The sound of my heels echoing on the pavement came back first. The colors came next: gold and yellow hues. The sun had started to set, and while my neighborhood wasn’t especially nice, I called it home. But before I could get to my apartment’s front door, I heard something from behind me.
It sounded like a swish of air.
One of them had found me. It had to be one of the clans. Instantly, I spun around, only to freeze. He stood there under the streetlight. Dusk had only settled in, yet the shadows seemed to lengthen around him. He existed in our world, but only barely. The yellow glow touched his features and surrounded him in shadow. Even though I only caught a glimpse of him, I felt my breath catch. He was handsome. Gorgeous.
Instantly, I got the impression of strength. This man exuded power. Simply standing there, he kept his back straight and yet he seemed more like a predator. I couldn't be certain of what I faced and yet my heart sped up. His short cropped hair caught the light along those dark strands, and there was something about his eyes. Even from thirty feet away, I could make out the crystal blue irises. They held me and transfixed me for one or two seconds, long enough for me to nervously lick my lips.
To any outside observer, he hadn't made any threatening gestures. Besides, with a full thirty feet of distance between us, I should have been calm. There was no reason to panic, only I realized why he was there.
The ritual.
One of the vampire clans must have learned of the ritual and what we planned to do that night.
Impatience itched at the back of my neck. A very big part of me wanted to jump up, learn all I could about my new surroundings, and work on figuring out what to do next. But no, those decisions and actions had to wait. Instead, I focused on the final memories, those flashes they could've only happened a few hours ago.
The predator standing in the mixture of streetlight and fading sunlight watched me for a moment. He gave me enough time to puzzle out what he was. His complexion was only a little bit later than your standard human’s. When he smiled, he made sure to keep his lips together. I allowed my vision to slip into the spiritual realm where I would be able to read his aura.
I could see the darkness around him. Spiritual and ethereal, his shadows clung to him constantly. This man was not alive, not in the traditional sense. I was right. He was a vampire.
All of a sudden, my throat felt dry. I had never faced one of them before. As a spell caster, I should have felt reasonably secure. My tutors had always praised me for my potential. More than one it said that I could do well in combat with a little bit of training.
"Good evening," he called to me. He didn't seem to raise his voice, yet I had no trouble understanding him. "It’s a fine night for a stroll, don't you think?"
I leveled my eyes on him. I wasn't about to let him think that I was scared even as my heart thrashed against the bars of the cage. My palms started to itch as well. Most mundane people would've heard about spell casters and magic users and believed us to be close to omnipotent. Depending on how old
I was on my way home…
Suddenly, my heart started to beat faster. Something happened, something important. I began to claw through my memories, but they all felt liquid. Trying to grab onto anything concrete seemed a lot like attempting to get a grip on a handful of water. With each effort, the images dissipated or slipped free.
Frustration nipped at the back of my psyche, so I relaxed. I exhaled through my nostrils and let the memories come back to me. My first tutors taught me this technique. It worked to recall particularly elusive incantations. It worked now as well.
The sound of my heels echoing on the pavement came back first. The colors came next: gold and yellow hues. The sun had started to set, and while my neighborhood wasn’t especially nice, I called it home. But before I could get to my apartment’s front door, I heard something from behind me.
It sounded like a swish of air.
One of them had found me. It had to be one of the clans. Instantly, I spun around, only to freeze. He stood there under the streetlight. Dusk had only settled in, yet the shadows seemed to lengthen around him. He existed in our world, but only barely. The yellow glow touched his features and surrounded him in shadow. Even though I only caught a glimpse of him, I felt my breath catch. He was handsome. Gorgeous.
Instantly, I got the impression of strength. This man exuded power. Simply standing there, he kept his back straight and yet he seemed more like a predator. I couldn't be certain of what I faced and yet my heart sped up. His short cropped hair caught the light along those dark strands, and there was something about his eyes. Even from thirty feet away, I could make out the crystal blue irises. They held me and transfixed me for one or two seconds, long enough for me to nervously lick my lips.
To any outside observer, he hadn't made any threatening gestures. Besides, with a full thirty feet of distance between us, I should have been calm. There was no reason to panic, only I realized why he was there.
The ritual.
One of the vampire clans must have learned of the ritual and what we planned to do that night.
Impatience itched at the back of my neck. A very big part of me wanted to jump up, learn all I could about my new surroundings, and work on figuring out what to do next. But no, those decisions and actions had to wait. Instead, I focused on the final memories, those flashes they could've only happened a few hours ago.
The predator standing in the mixture of streetlight and fading sunlight watched me for a moment. He gave me enough time to puzzle out what he was. His complexion was only a little bit later than your standard human’s. When he smiled, he made sure to keep his lips together. I allowed my vision to slip into the spiritual realm where I would be able to read his aura.
I could see the darkness around him. Spiritual and ethereal, his shadows clung to him constantly. This man was not alive, not in the traditional sense. I was right. He was a vampire.
All of a sudden, my throat felt dry. I had never faced one of them before. As a spell caster, I should have felt reasonably secure. My tutors had always praised me for my potential. More than one it said that I could do well in combat with a little bit of training.
"Good evening," he called to me. He didn't seem to raise his voice, yet I had no trouble understanding him. "It’s a fine night for a stroll, don't you think?"
I leveled my eyes on him. I wasn't about to let him think that I was scared even as my heart thrashed against the bars of the cage. My palms started to itch as well. Most mundane people would've heard about spell casters and magic users and believed us to be close to omnipotent. Depending on how old
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