OOC: I like throwing tracks at random into posts it's a thing I do now
IC: BVVVVVP BVVVP.
I looked down. Who could possibly be texting me at this hour? It wasn't many I gave my number to, especially after the way the past three years went...
Message From: Littler Imouto
Oh, I grimaced, steeling my rapidly-numbing nerves for whatever lied within. She didn't have a phone yet, my parents were trying to hold out as long as they could on that front. Meaning, I'd give them about another year before they buckled under the pressure of a phoneless 15 year old.
But back to the point
>>Onii-chan, while people can get lost sometimes, the smartest thing to do is to think carefully when you've calmed down.
Scolded by my own little sister. I couldn't believe I wasted precious battery life over this! She knew nothing of the circumstances at play here, and not to mention she had no right to--
Managing to frown without biting my own lip or tongue, which I must say right now is a learned skill for me, I slid the phone back into my pocket, praying I hadn't drained it too much in the maybe 15 seconds it had been on. If you don't understand why there is a risk of biting myself in the first place, I'm sorry, let me explain.
I am a vampire.
A creature of the night, a blood sucker from European myth, a charming demon hailing from the West: all applicable names for the concept of what I am. As of two weeks ago now, likely roughly to the hour, I was turned by my...
I'm not sure if there's a term for it. I'll go with "Siress" for now. A beautiful woman with long golden hair, glacial blue eyes...
And three or four missing limbs. Needless to say, my offering of my neck saved her life.
I cannot say she reciprocated the courtesy. She merely told me to come here, to New York City, and find another of our kind.
Jenna Rosewood. An Italian vampire who's going on five hundred (or is it six hundred?) and doesn't look the part in the slightest. She's the one who has actually taken Hikaru, or "Luke", Kurokawa, that's me, in, and is "showing me the ropes", so to speak.
She's also the reason why I'm standing here like a bump on a log tonight. What did she say we were going do, again?
Whatever it was, she did seem excited...
I turned my head and looked up, hoping time would wash over me like some great wave as I stared up into the night sky.
Edited by Best Gungnir, Jul 31 2015 - 01:58 AM.