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Sighing, you decide to take a break on a stump, and try not to panic. Let's see, you thought. Let's look on the bright side. Um... it's not raining, Balthazar isn't going to come eat me, there are some lovely blue lights flashing around me-- Whoa, wait. Blue lights. Blue lights?
One of the blue lights flutters into your palm. You look closer to see that it's a firefly; a blue one. There are hundreds around you, all glowing at the same time, like Morse code. It's starting to freak you out. The little firefly in your hand flies to join its others, and they all disappear over a large grassy hill.
Eager not to be left behind, you chase them down, in a trance. The blue glow grows stronger as you get closer until soon, it's all you can see...
You sit up, groaning. Apparently you had fainted... but why? The fireflies are still gliding through the air with ease, but no longer glowing at the same time. You thought you were hallucinating, but the fireflies were still blue. Glad to see you're awake, a dry voice commented. You turn slowly to your right to see a gelert. She's bathed in the shadows, but you can make out her orange eyes. Whether or not they were glinting with friendliness or malice, you couldn't tell.
..............Stats..............
No, that's not nail polish.
Name: Kloevur (pronounced 'clover)
Nicknames: Kloe, Eva
DOB: I forgot.
Gender: Female
Eyes: My scleras (whites in the eyes :D) are gray, but my eye color's orange
Species: Halloween Gelert. -sparkle sparkle-
Slave: Peppa
Age: -pause, thinking- 180 human years, and roughly 15 vampire years added onto my current age... so I'd be 27 or so in vampire years.
Condition: Full vampire, baby.
Homeland: Unknown
Personality: Stubborn, blunt, trustworthy, caring, easy angered, but not easy to frighten :3
Love: -shifts uneasily-
Children: Ignoring that... :x
..............Family..............
She watches a few fireflies go by before responding. I have family, yes. Not blood-relatives, but close enough.
Saireen
My brother. Him and I are about the same age, sort of. -shifty glance- He actually lives in the nineth century of ancient Persia long ago, about 8000 something BC, I believe; and he's their Prince! We're able to visit him magically by means I still don't understand myself, and we sometimes drag him over to our house. Saireen and I don't get along probably because we're always competing. He's the greatest fighter I've ever seen, and even though he talks nothing of his own personal skills, he has this quiet assurance that ticks me off. We don't openly argue (well, we do, but I just want to sound like a good sister hehe :3) especially infront of Rii or Peppa. Ghost just takes notes on how long it'll take me to explode and we usually roll around on the floor wrestling, Saireen and I. Then when Peppa tries to pull us apart, Saireen whacks her with Spatty, our flying spatula. That's the only time I like him :D
Ghost
Ghost is the third eldest sibling. Sometimes I call her It none of us know what her real species is. She was born an electric usul, then the Lab messed up her genes so she became half usul, half korbat, or usulbat. Her uniqueness doesn't stop there; she's actually an ex-pirate. Ghost was tired of the threat of scurvy and bad grammar. Like Peppa, she gets snappy about peoples' grammar. xD The only trace of her piratism is her red bandana that's now slung around her head. So Ghost ditched the pirate life and settled down as a journalist. Since she can't get a job for any newspaper, she prefers to take notes on even the most insignificant things. I'll admit, there isn't much that she doesn't know--Ghost is the most intelligent one in the family knowledge-wise. The rest of us have other skills...
Rii
Rii is the youngest in the family, even younger than Peppa. She's almost five I think, and her father should be proud of the little munchkin. Rii, when she first came to our home, accidently drank some 'smoothie' I left on the kitchen counter. It was actually some weird potion we found behind the house. The potion didn't do much harm; it just made her more intelligent than half the people we know. She could do greater math than any of us, and she was only four at the time. She could speak flawlessly, but she still had the attitude of a young child; hyper and clueless. Rii became immensely interested in potions, so she visited Sophie, some swamp witch at the edge of the Woods. Because Saireen was usually in his own time period, and Ghost was still a pirate, and I was always off traveling on my own, Peppa became very lonely and moved us all to the Haunted Woods so she could atleast be with Rii. Whenever we're all together, Rii thrills us with some strange stories of turning Meridellian knights into trashcans. She looks up to both Saireen and me, but she enjoys spending time with her old brother more. Still, it never ceases to amuse me, watching her create more destructive household items like our spatula.
..............Friends..............
I've got only one.
Jaq. Jaq... heh. -grins- He's my best friend, and only friend. I met him one night as he was hiding from the cops. We warmed to each other a little slowly, but it still worked. He learned I was a vampire, and accepted it; and I learned (though much later) that he was a werewolf. I was a little apprehensive, but told him how wolves and vampires were kin, and it made him feel a little better I think. We got to know each other more thoroughly as the days passed. I think he knows almost there is to me that I'm willing to share, but I still don't know a few things that I'd like to from him. Maybe a little persuasion...
..............Story..............
A pained look shined on her faced. Alright, she said grudgingly, but I'll make it short and spare you the more... vivid details.
The gelert was a vampire, he told me. He was tall, skinny, and strong. His eyes had a crazed look in them, but otherwise, he was friendly. Until this day he never told me his name. I was bursting to know, but all I ever called him was "sir.
We were in a forest, a few miles from the city. Apparently he chose me to become his assistant because of certain "qualities" he'd noticed that I had. I was stronger than most girls, could run faster, endure more. I was a hardworker, never complaining, and eager to do anything, no matter the consequences. Qualities, he said, that would make me a fine vampire.
I was completely terrified. Would he perhaps bite me too hard, so that I'd just bleed on the ground? I wasn't exactly scared of being a vampire; it sure beat the regular life I lead for the last twelve years, but this man still scared me.
When I confessed my fear, he merely laughed and said that the vampires of his clan do not BITE necks to add to their ranks. I blinked twice, and decided to give it a go.
He held up one finger and I gasped; his nails were sharp and long. I held up my two hands nervously, and quickly, in one minute, he'd cut the tips of my fingers. I grinded my teeth against the pain as he did the same to himself, then pressed his fingers against mine. I felt weak, and I almost fell. I could feel whatever normality I used to have slip away. Finally, after he was finished, he beamed down at me. I gave a tiny smile and passed out.
Years passed very slowly for me. As a half-vampire, every five years for a normal being meant only one year for me. For my mentor, every ten years meant one for him. I became a lady slowly, painfully. My mentor and I had a bond, and pretty soon, it grew. I became attracted to the kind, joking vampire. Age did not matter with vampires; we could live to be a thousand years, and never look old until we're eight hundred. So, we were together for a few decades or so... then, while I was sleeping under a tree one night, he was gone. I never found him. When I woke up, all I found was death staring at me.
Two werewolves were rearing up infront of me, and one slashed me along my back. I shrieked angrily and my fist slammed the werewolf down inbetween the eyes. My mentor had taught me to how to fight well. The other werewolf, seeing his partner go down, roared a challenge and pinned me to the ground. I stared into his eyes. Like all werewolves, he had yellow or red eyes; yellow meaning no taming had been taught to him, red meaning he was a little civilized. This one didn't look anywhere near civilized.
I began to choke, unable to push him off me. My vision grayed around the edges, and I could feel myself dying. It wasn't a nice feeling at all, and it's one you always remember. Anyway, as I continued to stare, unable to do anything, something caused the werewolf's grip on me to loosen. I sat up, and immediately scooted back. He frowned at me, and his eyes flashed a little. The werewolf whined a bit, and spun around, running into the bushes. I wasn't aware of it at the time, but I realized later that vampires and wolves--even werewolves--had a special bond...
As for the other werewolf, I sat next to him and studied him. He had dark grayish fur, and it was matted and bloodied. I backed away when he opened his eyes, then turned tail and ran. It was the first time I'd run out of fear.
Things didn't get any different since that day. I hunted, made camps, visited the vampire's stronghold every twelve years, and trained myself daily. It was a quiet life for me, but I didn't mind. The less people knowing I was a vampire, the better.
Still, it was very boring for me. I craved more action.
I felt I was the world; I saw it slowly change and mature to the year of 2006. I never kept up with dates or times, but I knew I'd have to blend in if I wanted to keep a low profile. So one day I walked around the city nearest to me, and saw a strange site; there were new creatures walking around, new species I'd never seen before. And humans were around... humans. Commanding the creatures. Telling them were to go. I was utterly confused, and ran headlong into another creature.
She had piercing green eyes, long brown hair tied back in a ponytail, black fur, large foxlike ears, and she walked on two legs, like me. She was shorter than me by a couple of inches, and wore clothing; mostly shades of blue, but some purple here and there. The girl grinned and said, "Where's the fire? You going somewhere?" Hesitantly, I told her I was a newcomer. She blinked. "You mean you don't have a home?" I shrugged helplessly, and her smile grew. "Then you must live with me!" she exclaimed.
I questioned why humans were now around, and she gave me a funny look. "Humans own the species now as friends and family. They're our pets." She saw my indignation and laughed. "But don't worry, Kloe. I won't call you a pet; you're like a child to me now," she said mysteriously.
I blinked a tear away, and scolded myself for attempting to cry in the first place. She told me her name was Peppa, and that she was 13. When she asked my age, I said I didn't know. Again, that funny look. Once we got to her house, I blurted out everything, and it took her a good long week to finally adapt to my... special qualities.
But that's my story. It'd be a lot longer if I told you everything that happened... things that no one, not even my new foster family know.
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