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Vampire Story part 31
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A woman opened the door. We stared at her for a moment, and I could see her scanning us. Then her gaze fixed on Isaac and she smiled. “Come in,” she trilled, “we’ve been waiting for you.”
Her accent was light, and unable to identify. It was one that could only have been picked up when speaking a language long forgotten. I stared at her, taking in her appearance. It was amazing how simple she was, and yet, at the same time, how beautiful. She was only about five feet tall, but she had a presence, a glow almost, that made her seem taller, and very confident. She seemed to be albino, but it only made her more beautiful. Her hair was a light silvery blonde, and reached past her knees, and her eyes were a piercing ice blue. They had the same quality that Isaac’s had, that made you feel as if they were reading your mind.
She was wearing a simple ivory dress of some material that flowed and draped around her tiny frame perfectly. Her feet were bare. In contrast to her silver and white theme, she wore an elaborate gold and lapis lazuli necklace with a shining blue gem in the center. It shone as she moved, and I found myself watching it idly as she led us inside.
Her landing split into two parts, with a set of stairs leading up and down. The whole place was painted a creamy white, with silver banisters and trim. Very faintly I could hear Gregorian chants playing in the background, probably from the upper floor. She waved her hand at us, beckoning us to follow, as she glided up the stairs.
She led us into a large room with spartan furnishings. There was a long table in the middle, with enough space for twelve people around it. The entire southern wall was full of tall windows made of smaller triangular panes fit together. We all remained grouped around the door as she whirled to face us. Every movement was held a liquid grace such as I had never seen. Although, if I had seen it, it wasn’t like I would remember. This was becoming irritating.
“Sit.” She said in a commanding tone, gesturing at the table. “We have much to talk about.” I sat down, never taking my eyes off her. She noticed, and her gaze met mine. She frowned slightly. “You…you are empty, a blank slate.” Her head tilted, staring at me. “No, it is there, but too deep for you to realize.”
I disliked her evaluation of me, and the ways her eyes seemed to take in everything about me while barely moving. I opened my mouth angrily, intending to tell her to leave me alone.
“Loretta,” she said abruptly, interrupting me before I could begin. “Your distrust is misguided and will bring you no good. We mean you no harm.”
I closed my mouth, unable to reply to her remark. But then I realized she had used my full name, one I never used. How did she even know it? Before I could ask, she had moved on to Callum. She appraised him a moment before she spoke.
“You are in turmoil, every thought confused.”
Callum gritted his teeth angrily, and the woman raised her eyes. “Surprising. For one as cold as you, your passion is deep.”
“Look, you-” Holly began angrily, glaring at her.
“Please, do not raise your voice in our home, Maureen. Patience will win you more gains. Now, you wanted to say something.” She paused, waiting for Holly to speak. Or was it Maureen? I had never heard that name used before, but the woman obviously thought it was the right name to use.
Holly took a deep breath. “A- my name is not Maureen. It’s Holly. B- You seem to know all about us, but we know nothing about you. Could you at least tell us your name? And please stop reading our minds.”
She stared, her expression unreadable. “Your birth name is Maureen, the name you were given to use. It is who you are; do not deny it. As for your second question…we have had many names, all of which have turned to dust. However, you may call me Gwenyvere.”
“Um…Gwenyvere?” Isaac spoke up. “Can I ask a question?”
“You may ask whatever you wish.”
“Why are we here? You called us, but why?”
She shook her head. “I called you. The others need not be present.” Her eyes roved over us. “But of course…” She waved her hand slightly, lingering on each of us. Her eyes darkened perceptibly. Suddenly she blinked, her eyes losing their slightly unfocused glaze. “I shall tell of our past, so you may better understand why you are here. Without understanding, one cannot move forward or learn with all their heart. And you will need all the determination you posses.”
She began to pace, waving her hands. As she did so, pictures seemed to form themselves behind her. They shimmered weirdly, translucent and shifting. I realized after a moment they were telling the same story her words were.
“I was born so long ago that time the exact date was forgotten. It was, however, during the reign of the Emperor Augustus. My childhood is unimportant. It was not until the year 0 that my story became of any worth.
“It was at the death of your savior that she found me. My death was quick and painless, but when I awoke, it was different. There were voices in my head, calling to me, and everything I touched seemed to change at my will. It was Lilith who explained all this to me.”
I heard an intake of breath from Isaac, and we all turned to look at him. “Lilith, the first vampire…” he breathed. “I thought she was a myth.”
I shook my head slightly, I had never heard the name, but Holly smiled slightly. “Of course. So I guess the bible knows more than we think.”
“Much of what is dismissed as myth and legend are grounded in fact. Lilith was my sire, my teacher, and the most powerful woman that has ever existed. She taught me how to hone my abilities and my powers grew. I have become a power on this earth, a representative of those who have gone before me.”
Her accent was light, and unable to identify. It was one that could only have been picked up when speaking a language long forgotten. I stared at her, taking in her appearance. It was amazing how simple she was, and yet, at the same time, how beautiful. She was only about five feet tall, but she had a presence, a glow almost, that made her seem taller, and very confident. She seemed to be albino, but it only made her more beautiful. Her hair was a light silvery blonde, and reached past her knees, and her eyes were a piercing ice blue. They had the same quality that Isaac’s had, that made you feel as if they were reading your mind.
She was wearing a simple ivory dress of some material that flowed and draped around her tiny frame perfectly. Her feet were bare. In contrast to her silver and white theme, she wore an elaborate gold and lapis lazuli necklace with a shining blue gem in the center. It shone as she moved, and I found myself watching it idly as she led us inside.
Her landing split into two parts, with a set of stairs leading up and down. The whole place was painted a creamy white, with silver banisters and trim. Very faintly I could hear Gregorian chants playing in the background, probably from the upper floor. She waved her hand at us, beckoning us to follow, as she glided up the stairs.
She led us into a large room with spartan furnishings. There was a long table in the middle, with enough space for twelve people around it. The entire southern wall was full of tall windows made of smaller triangular panes fit together. We all remained grouped around the door as she whirled to face us. Every movement was held a liquid grace such as I had never seen. Although, if I had seen it, it wasn’t like I would remember. This was becoming irritating.
“Sit.” She said in a commanding tone, gesturing at the table. “We have much to talk about.” I sat down, never taking my eyes off her. She noticed, and her gaze met mine. She frowned slightly. “You…you are empty, a blank slate.” Her head tilted, staring at me. “No, it is there, but too deep for you to realize.”
I disliked her evaluation of me, and the ways her eyes seemed to take in everything about me while barely moving. I opened my mouth angrily, intending to tell her to leave me alone.
“Loretta,” she said abruptly, interrupting me before I could begin. “Your distrust is misguided and will bring you no good. We mean you no harm.”
I closed my mouth, unable to reply to her remark. But then I realized she had used my full name, one I never used. How did she even know it? Before I could ask, she had moved on to Callum. She appraised him a moment before she spoke.
“You are in turmoil, every thought confused.”
Callum gritted his teeth angrily, and the woman raised her eyes. “Surprising. For one as cold as you, your passion is deep.”
“Look, you-” Holly began angrily, glaring at her.
“Please, do not raise your voice in our home, Maureen. Patience will win you more gains. Now, you wanted to say something.” She paused, waiting for Holly to speak. Or was it Maureen? I had never heard that name used before, but the woman obviously thought it was the right name to use.
Holly took a deep breath. “A- my name is not Maureen. It’s Holly. B- You seem to know all about us, but we know nothing about you. Could you at least tell us your name? And please stop reading our minds.”
She stared, her expression unreadable. “Your birth name is Maureen, the name you were given to use. It is who you are; do not deny it. As for your second question…we have had many names, all of which have turned to dust. However, you may call me Gwenyvere.”
“Um…Gwenyvere?” Isaac spoke up. “Can I ask a question?”
“You may ask whatever you wish.”
“Why are we here? You called us, but why?”
She shook her head. “I called you. The others need not be present.” Her eyes roved over us. “But of course…” She waved her hand slightly, lingering on each of us. Her eyes darkened perceptibly. Suddenly she blinked, her eyes losing their slightly unfocused glaze. “I shall tell of our past, so you may better understand why you are here. Without understanding, one cannot move forward or learn with all their heart. And you will need all the determination you posses.”
She began to pace, waving her hands. As she did so, pictures seemed to form themselves behind her. They shimmered weirdly, translucent and shifting. I realized after a moment they were telling the same story her words were.
“I was born so long ago that time the exact date was forgotten. It was, however, during the reign of the Emperor Augustus. My childhood is unimportant. It was not until the year 0 that my story became of any worth.
“It was at the death of your savior that she found me. My death was quick and painless, but when I awoke, it was different. There were voices in my head, calling to me, and everything I touched seemed to change at my will. It was Lilith who explained all this to me.”
I heard an intake of breath from Isaac, and we all turned to look at him. “Lilith, the first vampire…” he breathed. “I thought she was a myth.”
I shook my head slightly, I had never heard the name, but Holly smiled slightly. “Of course. So I guess the bible knows more than we think.”
“Much of what is dismissed as myth and legend are grounded in fact. Lilith was my sire, my teacher, and the most powerful woman that has ever existed. She taught me how to hone my abilities and my powers grew. I have become a power on this earth, a representative of those who have gone before me.”
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