Some Time Later
Lightning flashed on the dark sky that evening. It lit up the skyline of downtown London and even reached down into the cracks to illuminate the streets. The light faded and thunder followed. It made the car alarms go off with its close proximity.
Many of the humans jumped, some did not. Another flash of lightning illuminated a stranger's face. He had not been there in some time. His shoulder length dark hair quickly became soaked as it began to rain. He stepped out of the shadows, on to the street and began walking towards his black Mercedes C230 Kompressor.
Europe had such cheap cars, if one knew where to look. The man's leather jacket flapped in a gust of wind. More lightning and thunder followed almost instantaneously. The stranger's blue eyes flashed and his teeth elongated. Glancing around the crowded streets, he noticed that no one was paying attention to him. No one but her. A memory of another flashed through his mind. The resemblance was remarkable. He pushed it away, disgust filling him at who she was probably shagging at that moment. It was almost her time.
The brunette woman made eye contact with him. She read his expensive clothes and saw the Mercedes keys in his hands. Definitely old money, he probably belonged to an aristocratic family from around the early 1900s. Maybe textiles? She stepped to the right just enough to barely collide with him.
The bag she was carrying fell to the ground. Mementos, papers, make-up, everything close to the top spilled out onto the wet pavement. The man quickly bent down to retrieve the items, as did the woman. She purposefully hit her hand against the back of his.
"I'm sorry. I'm such a klutz."
"Don't worry about it. It was completely my fault Miss?" A slightly Irish accent graced his words. Once blue eyes, now hazel met chocolate brown.
"Banks, Sonya Banks."
His eyes flashed for a moment before responding. She had one's name, and the other's face. "Kraven. Are you headed for the train?"
"Yes." A complete lie, she lived around the corner.
"Allow me to personally drive you home," Kraven eyes inconspicuously dropped down to assess her form. Unfortunately a raincoat hid her body from him. He could however hear her heart. It had sped up a little bit since they began talking and her eyes had dilated. He inwardly smiled. Lust. He could use a little distraction tonight. Who knows, if she was good enough he might just keep her as a pet. Moscow, Russia
Selene awoke at twilight with an insatiable hunger. Her short brown hair hung in clumps around her face. Normally chocolate brown eyes had become icy blue. It almost seemed as if she had no irises they had become so light. The pupils glanced across the other side of the room to the other occupant who still slept deeply. His dark blond hair lay crumpled and sheets hid his strong features from her.
Quickly getting out of bed she went to the refrigerator and took out a packet of blood. Biting into it she let her memories take her back to Ordoghaz nearly three centuries ago.
She had been studying the ways of vampires, only having been one for five years. In that short time, she had gone from barley a woman to a full woman. She had reached her full height of 5'7" and her body had matured. But she was not graced with the monthly periods of humankind.
Her well-tuned hearing picked up noises from the bottom floor of the ritual orgies that occurred there. At first she had blushed almost constantly thinking about it. Seeing her discomfort, Viktor kept her hidden and had told the Vampires to take it somewhere else. He wanted his new daughter comfortable and secure.
Selene briefly wondered why there were no female vampires walking around with newborns or swollen bellies with how much procreation seemed to go on. Gathering her courage she finally asked Viktor. The man smiled at her and briefly remembered another young woman asking the same question, this one with golden hair and green eyes.
Selene walked away with a little discomfort at the knowledge. Vampire women had much longer cycles than normal females. Newborn vampire babies were not necessary for the race to survive so they needn't even have a cycle, however they did. Once every three hundred years a vampire woman came into heat. She became edgy and constantly hungry. Her pupils were the perpetual blue until after her time had passed. If she wanted to bear a child, she could choose a male and stay with him until after her time had passed.
However many vampire women said that they were too vain to consider disfiguring their bodies' for forty weeks to carry a child. Or so they said. In truth, they were scared. Vampire women had problems carrying a fetus. And if the pregnancy did not abort itself, few survived the birth. And then the child almost always died or was stillborn. Viktor told her that he lost both his wife and daughter in childbirth. It was quite the equivocation, but it was the truth. It was a huge risk to take.
There was also the small matter of food supply. If vampires procreated at the same rate of humans, but lived for thousands of years, they would run out of food. As it was, new vampires were rare and only elders could create them without anyone's consent. There was simply no need.
Selene groaned. She had maybe a week or two before it hit her. And the cycles almost always came the night of a full moon. She briefly wondered how Sonja had become pregnant. Indeed, Sonja had been about three hundred when she became pregnant. If she and Lucian had lived, they would have only had three children now. If they had all survived.
Michael woke up and sniffed the air. Selene's scent intoxicated him and he felt himself grow stiff. The first time she smelt like this, he had quickly taken a cold shower. He had many of those since then. He wanted to ask her, but fear that she would be offended held him back.
He rolled out of bed and looked toward Selene. She was standing by the window. Silver moonlight bounced off her skin and hair making her glow. God she was heavenly. He quickly thought of something else and stepped into the bathroom.
It was not fair to Michael. She had to tell him. Selene heard him gasp as cold water hit his body. The wind from outside cooled her own heated body but did little to help with the hunger. It also brought the scent of the city. Humans, cars, and vampires. Old and rich Vampires. Powerful ones that wanted to take over Viktor's spot as an elder.
However Marcus was still left. And who knows what he wanted now. She had a feeling that his awakening and had not gone as planned. The few lycans that dared to approach them said the coven was in disarray. Marcus had gone crazy and had fled the mansion. Since then, strange murders had been reported around Europe. The latest string was in Moscow. If they had decided to take advantage of her cycle, Selene knew it meant giving up the chase for Marcus for several years.
Selene briefly wondered how Michael had not been driven crazy. The thought passed as he stepped out of the shower. She might as well tell him now. The full moon looked closer than she liked.
"Michael. I need to tell you something about vampires..."
London
Kraven glanced at the naked woman beside him. She had been good. And tasty. Very, very tasty. Blood leaked from various spots on her body. Throwing caution to the wind, he bit on his own wrist and held it to her mouth.
The first few drops that hit her mouth made her head turn towards him. She grabbed his wrist and started sucking greedily. Kraven hissed in pleasure and after a too short a moment ripped his wrist away from her.
Her body started to writhe as her heart sped up and suddenly stopped for several minutes. Then it started to beat again and once brown eyes became blue. Viktor had created his own Sonja. Now Kraven had his own Selene.
Lightning flashed on the dark sky that evening. It lit up the skyline of downtown London and even reached down into the cracks to illuminate the streets. The light faded and thunder followed. It made the car alarms go off with its close proximity.
Many of the humans jumped, some did not. Another flash of lightning illuminated a stranger's face. He had not been there in some time. His shoulder length dark hair quickly became soaked as it began to rain. He stepped out of the shadows, on to the street and began walking towards his black Mercedes C230 Kompressor.
Europe had such cheap cars, if one knew where to look. The man's leather jacket flapped in a gust of wind. More lightning and thunder followed almost instantaneously. The stranger's blue eyes flashed and his teeth elongated. Glancing around the crowded streets, he noticed that no one was paying attention to him. No one but her. A memory of another flashed through his mind. The resemblance was remarkable. He pushed it away, disgust filling him at who she was probably shagging at that moment. It was almost her time.
The brunette woman made eye contact with him. She read his expensive clothes and saw the Mercedes keys in his hands. Definitely old money, he probably belonged to an aristocratic family from around the early 1900s. Maybe textiles? She stepped to the right just enough to barely collide with him.
The bag she was carrying fell to the ground. Mementos, papers, make-up, everything close to the top spilled out onto the wet pavement. The man quickly bent down to retrieve the items, as did the woman. She purposefully hit her hand against the back of his.
"I'm sorry. I'm such a klutz."
"Don't worry about it. It was completely my fault Miss?" A slightly Irish accent graced his words. Once blue eyes, now hazel met chocolate brown.
"Banks, Sonya Banks."
His eyes flashed for a moment before responding. She had one's name, and the other's face. "Kraven. Are you headed for the train?"
"Yes." A complete lie, she lived around the corner.
"Allow me to personally drive you home," Kraven eyes inconspicuously dropped down to assess her form. Unfortunately a raincoat hid her body from him. He could however hear her heart. It had sped up a little bit since they began talking and her eyes had dilated. He inwardly smiled. Lust. He could use a little distraction tonight. Who knows, if she was good enough he might just keep her as a pet. Moscow, Russia
Selene awoke at twilight with an insatiable hunger. Her short brown hair hung in clumps around her face. Normally chocolate brown eyes had become icy blue. It almost seemed as if she had no irises they had become so light. The pupils glanced across the other side of the room to the other occupant who still slept deeply. His dark blond hair lay crumpled and sheets hid his strong features from her.
Quickly getting out of bed she went to the refrigerator and took out a packet of blood. Biting into it she let her memories take her back to Ordoghaz nearly three centuries ago.
She had been studying the ways of vampires, only having been one for five years. In that short time, she had gone from barley a woman to a full woman. She had reached her full height of 5'7" and her body had matured. But she was not graced with the monthly periods of humankind.
Her well-tuned hearing picked up noises from the bottom floor of the ritual orgies that occurred there. At first she had blushed almost constantly thinking about it. Seeing her discomfort, Viktor kept her hidden and had told the Vampires to take it somewhere else. He wanted his new daughter comfortable and secure.
Selene briefly wondered why there were no female vampires walking around with newborns or swollen bellies with how much procreation seemed to go on. Gathering her courage she finally asked Viktor. The man smiled at her and briefly remembered another young woman asking the same question, this one with golden hair and green eyes.
Selene walked away with a little discomfort at the knowledge. Vampire women had much longer cycles than normal females. Newborn vampire babies were not necessary for the race to survive so they needn't even have a cycle, however they did. Once every three hundred years a vampire woman came into heat. She became edgy and constantly hungry. Her pupils were the perpetual blue until after her time had passed. If she wanted to bear a child, she could choose a male and stay with him until after her time had passed.
However many vampire women said that they were too vain to consider disfiguring their bodies' for forty weeks to carry a child. Or so they said. In truth, they were scared. Vampire women had problems carrying a fetus. And if the pregnancy did not abort itself, few survived the birth. And then the child almost always died or was stillborn. Viktor told her that he lost both his wife and daughter in childbirth. It was quite the equivocation, but it was the truth. It was a huge risk to take.
There was also the small matter of food supply. If vampires procreated at the same rate of humans, but lived for thousands of years, they would run out of food. As it was, new vampires were rare and only elders could create them without anyone's consent. There was simply no need.
Selene groaned. She had maybe a week or two before it hit her. And the cycles almost always came the night of a full moon. She briefly wondered how Sonja had become pregnant. Indeed, Sonja had been about three hundred when she became pregnant. If she and Lucian had lived, they would have only had three children now. If they had all survived.
Michael woke up and sniffed the air. Selene's scent intoxicated him and he felt himself grow stiff. The first time she smelt like this, he had quickly taken a cold shower. He had many of those since then. He wanted to ask her, but fear that she would be offended held him back.
He rolled out of bed and looked toward Selene. She was standing by the window. Silver moonlight bounced off her skin and hair making her glow. God she was heavenly. He quickly thought of something else and stepped into the bathroom.
It was not fair to Michael. She had to tell him. Selene heard him gasp as cold water hit his body. The wind from outside cooled her own heated body but did little to help with the hunger. It also brought the scent of the city. Humans, cars, and vampires. Old and rich Vampires. Powerful ones that wanted to take over Viktor's spot as an elder.
However Marcus was still left. And who knows what he wanted now. She had a feeling that his awakening and had not gone as planned. The few lycans that dared to approach them said the coven was in disarray. Marcus had gone crazy and had fled the mansion. Since then, strange murders had been reported around Europe. The latest string was in Moscow. If they had decided to take advantage of her cycle, Selene knew it meant giving up the chase for Marcus for several years.
Selene briefly wondered how Michael had not been driven crazy. The thought passed as he stepped out of the shower. She might as well tell him now. The full moon looked closer than she liked.
"Michael. I need to tell you something about vampires..."
London
Kraven glanced at the naked woman beside him. She had been good. And tasty. Very, very tasty. Blood leaked from various spots on her body. Throwing caution to the wind, he bit on his own wrist and held it to her mouth.
The first few drops that hit her mouth made her head turn towards him. She grabbed his wrist and started sucking greedily. Kraven hissed in pleasure and after a too short a moment ripped his wrist away from her.
Her body started to writhe as her heart sped up and suddenly stopped for several minutes. Then it started to beat again and once brown eyes became blue. Viktor had created his own Sonja. Now Kraven had his own Selene.