No fear. No pain. No worries. Just a blank sort of knowing that everything was fine. It shouldn't be fine, not by a long shot. Even as I remembered the pain, and strange calmness of my death, there was still no worry. Almost like that was from a different life, long in the past thus holding no sway over me now. Which didn't really make much sense either. But what about any of this did?
I sighed, curiosity spreading through me at the sound of air leaving my lungs in a rush. I could hear my self breath, the air being pulled in to my lungs and leaving them in almost silent gusts. It was almost meditative, the rhythm that it made. With my heartbeat adding some bass, the rhythm changed morphing into a song about me, and my life always adding more and more to the story with every inhale, beat and exhale.
I don't know how much time passed by me while I was caught in the song on my existence when it changed. Just the tinniest bit, but it seemed that much bigger to me. My heartbeat slowed, almost seeming to miss a beat that had been there moments before. But instead of being worried, a fierce joy spread through me as strength replaced old weakness. I was stronger now, not the weak creature that I had been. I wouldn't be seem as pray any longer.
There was a subtle sound that had my full attention, my body seeming to tense though I couldn't be sure with the weight of blackness still hold my limbs hostage. Only my mind seemed to be free from the all-consuming blackness that had the weight of death behind it.
"Don't mind me, dear. I'm just here to check on you again, see how you're doing and everything like," came a gentle voice that came before the sound of slight footsteps entering my room. The door closed with a soft click, as he moving around the room. "How are you doing today? Hopefully better than me. Mycka is having meetings with Roger's coven today. Blah. Roger is nice enough for one as old as he is, but some in his coven are rather rude. That they seem to think that I'm unworthy of being like them doesn't help. Bastards.
"Which makes me all the more grateful to have you here. I have a place to get away to without seeming to run. Running is a very bad thing, dear. It means you're pray, despite being a vampire. And some, like those few in Roger's coven believe that we shouldn't be like them. Not when we are still just as weak as our pray.
"A bunch of bull, that's what I think. I was chosen just as much as they were, by Mycka himself. That alone should give me more of a standing chance than those low-level assholes. They weren't even changed by Roger, they were turned by one of his sire-lines. Yet they act like they have claim to his power, and line. Blah. As if.
"Well, hon. Everything is all set, and ready to go. I'll be back in an hour or so, to check on you again. See ya then," he told me as his light footsteps left the room, the door clicking closed behind him. But I didn't like what he had told me about those few that kept messing with him, so I followed the sound of his light footsteps as he walked down the hall, down some stairs and then turned off into a rather large seeming room from the way his steps echoed that slightest bit.
He hummed to himself as he started making some kind of food, taking out ingredients and multiple pans. He had a soothing atmosphere that bubbled up from him that had me smiling inside. I liked him. But more than that, I was drawn to him and his peaceful nature. He was everything that I craved, everything that I no longer was.
While he moved around the kitchen, I found out that I was truly smiling as I felt the smile on my face. It was only then that I realized that I could feel my body. The blackness has left, leaving me with a body that didn't feel much like mine. Far too smooth, graceful, and strong to be mine.
I was on my feet, balancing on the balls of my feet without making even the tinniest bit of noise. I wiggled my toes against the thick gray carpet, my pastel green toenails standing out in stark contrast. With a grin, I finally looked around me at the room that was mine. It was huge, the biggest room that I had even been in.
It seemed to be a whole house from the size of it. I was in a a bedroom, a huge four pastor canopy bed taking up the room behind me, draped with greens, grays, and golds. That theme seemed to continue through out the room as I went out the door that I thought my babbling friend had entered in earlier.
The theme continued through this door, opening up to a small kitchen, sitting area with a bathroom off the side. And once I saw the glow, I needed to use the bathroom way too badly. I hurried in the room, got the door shut and was doing my business when a sudden noise caught my attention.
I tilted my head, my body on auto-pilot as I listened hard for my babbling friend's humming that was supposed to be coming from the kitchen. What I found instead had a snarl coming from me, as I was on my feet and out the bathroom without a thought.
A odd sense of anger spreading through me as I followed my babbling friend light, and sweet smell through my room and out, down the stairs and into the big, industrial kitchen. My babbling friend had his back to me, watching the three other males in the kitchen with a wariness that caused my anger to dropped into rage. A cold, unforgiving rage that didn't care what happened to the three standing across the room from me, and my friend.
But he was a little in the way. Just a bit. And I didn't want him to get hurt.
I reached out with my mind, closing around his bright light gently so as not to hurt or startle him when I spoke only to him. "Move a little to your right, please. And don't let on that I'm back here," I told him, whispering the instructions into his mind. He stiffened the slightest bit but slide to the right just as I told him too.
Which caused the biggest guy to fall into half a crouch, his eyes glittering hungrily as he prepared to hunt. "You gonna run yet, weak one? Come on, you know everything is screaming at you to run, to move so made be you have a chance to live when faced with your ultimate predator," he taunted, little bit of light shining of the two pieces of glass in his mouth.
I hissed, the sound causing my own hair to stand on end as I stepped in to the room. "And you think that you are the ultimate predator in this house?" I demanded, my voice silky smooth and dangerous. "Hmm. How about we change that, yeah?"
I reached inside, feeling for the innermost part of myself; grabbed it and threw it out at them with my mind. His two friends hit the floor, dropped like they were nothing more than rag-dolls. He would have too, if I hadn't grabbed him by the throat and snarled at him. Right in his face. The thunderous sound echoed through the now silent house as I shoved that damning part of me through the whole entire house, leaving only one outside of the crushing wave of demanding dominance that could not be ignored.
"I am the ultimate predator! I am your predator, you are my pray; would you like me to hunt you and your cowardly friends just for the annoyance that you have caused me by fucking with one of mine?" I demanded, the words harsh and cutting. "No? Then get out of my sight, and never step foot near me or him again. And don't try me, I will not grant none of you another chance in this life. Now go."
I threw the vampire in my grip across the room, through the wall and out the other side. The second he hit the floor, I slid into a crouch, and snarled as they got to their feet and bolted out of the house. And kept running.
I stood up, and following my nose to the room that held more vampires that smelled of the ones who had threated mine. I kicked the solid oak doors open, the metal bar raining down in pieces as I stocked into the room, pissed off and getting worse.
I looked around me, at the vampires crumbled to the floor but forced on the two that remained on their knees, pushing at my control. I snarled, the sound starting deep and low in my chest before echoing through-out the room as I slammed both of them down with the rest of the vampires.
"None of your laws, rules, or council apply to me. I am the מוסתר אחד, you will listen and obey me. What I say is law for you, and yours. I am מוסתר אחד-Hidden One and I will not be forgiving to those that are not as they should be. Am I understood?" I asked, glazed down at the two that I knew were in charge with blue fire in my eyes, and shards of glittering glass rippling in the air around me.
And now they knew, the myths and legends about me were real. And I was standing in the room with them, as terrifying and strong as nothing they had ever seen before. And they couldn't even nod with the crush weight of me pressing down on them.
"Just so," I said, increasing the weight my presence for a moment before pulling back, and closing it back inside of me. Leaving me to appaired harmless once more, but I doubt that any of them were fooled. "Now, I need some things explain to me over lunch. I haven't been here in a very long time, and something tells me things are terribly different these days."
I turned, starting out of the room as the main two got to their feet. I ignored that harsh, almost nasty smelling one; focusing instead on the tall, vaguely exotic one that seems familiar to me. He was also the one that made my gentle friend so that might've won him more points than the other Master in the room. Which might've had something to do with the faint grin of his face.