I thought briefly about Ethel and Lee. Sometimes I envied them so much. They were so innocent. They would both die after a happy life some day, and Ethel would never have to worry about accidentally killing Lee in the middle of the night or vice versa.
I slipped into my pajamas and then into my bed, faking sleep just in time. Ethel walked in and kissed the top of my head good night. She gave a brief shiver upon the contact she made with my icy skin. She is used to it, though, to so she left with the thought that I always forced into her mind. It's nothing. She left the room with a slightly glassy look in her washed out blue eyes. I waited a few minutes to hear if the couple were both in bed, then I slid into their room resting my hands on both their foreheads and forcing the word sleep into their minds. Of course they were both out like lights, leaving me the rest of the night to do as I pleased.
Walking silently down the stairs and slipping out our front door after changing into a sweater and jeans, I took a long breath (though I do not need it). I still like the feel of cold air in my lungs though the cold no longer affects me. And I began my run to Boston, one of my all time favorite hunting grounds. I ran and ran for a while until I felt a nagging at the back of my mind and sensed a familiar presence into he woods near by, Christian. Crap.
I would just keep running-- unless he was expecting me he wouldn't know what hit him. I felt a strong cold hand catch my wrist. And I stopped as Christian slowly pulled me back in near him.
"What do you want now Christian?" I hissed.
"It is possible I just wanted to say hello to my sister, have a little chat, or possibly I am carrying a wonderful and amazing message that I have been given," He taunted with that awful mocking smile I hate so much playing on his thin ruby lips. He never fails to hit a nerve when around me, and he knows how much I hate him playing around the point until I force him to tell. Well that is just what I thought I would have to do this time.
I slammed my hands over next to his shoulders, pinning him to the oak he was lounging against.
"Do not play with me Christian, if you have something worthwhile to tell me then spit it out. If you came here simply to chat... then go." I filled my voice and face full of distaste, of all the vampires to be my brother in blood it had to be self-absorbed, cocky Christian.
I sharpened my fangs to deadly points and my eyes went completely ruby red in thirst.
"Hormones acting up tonight Calla?" taunted Christian, smiling the most infuriating smile. It is a wonder that I have not killed him yet.
"I drank a vampire blood once Christian do not make me do it again," I said. Most likely I would not drink from him but it always makes a good threat and I do love making those.
"You wouldn't dare." spat Christian, a tone of cockiness still in his voice. I moved closed and brushed my fangs against the vein in his throat (dang it takes pretty awesome control to be this close to good blood and not go insane because you're not drinking it.)
"With me Christian... expect the unexpected." I said smiling.
"Hell Calla..." Christian reminded me of the threat he used to give me when I was young. I have learned too much since them.
"I wonder if one of the devil's own creatures can be sent to Hell again?" I asked sarcastically, and then a smile played on my own lips.
I always win.
"Ella is coming back, apparently with some pretty big news and some new orders for you. She said to expect her any time from now to two days from now," snarled Christian. I released him but kept my defenses up.
"No one gives me orders." I growled under my breath and when I turned I heard Christian snickering. I smashed my fist into his sturdy looking jaw bone and he hissed in pain. Served him right.
With that, I switched my 'human' form for that of a snowy white dove and flew off in the direction of my hunting grounds.
