UNKNOWN POV
My eyes pried open to an image I could quite fathom, the aching thuds that lumbered through my head made my eyes spin. Where was I? Most importantly, how long was I out?
The clanging sound I heard next drew my attention to a young man that stood backed up against the corner of the wall with trembling hands and eyes widened with horror. It was an impeccable fact that he was one of us but his scent still had faint whiffs of mundanity woven in them — he was a new bred.
I had been out long enough for a wave of new vampires to be bred and that took two hundred years. I was pinned for two hundred years, the voices in my head rose in a violent uproar, every one of them sharing their unappreciated opinion. I didn't need that now.
With one move, I was up on my feet, they, as frail as they felt, collapsed at the first trial but I wasn't one to give up, especially not now that fate has smiled upon me. My surroundings were clearer now; I was at the bastille where I had been pinned and locked up by the council. I took a quick survey of where I was, an ancient cell of the council, its uneven walls of irregularly shaped stones laid in horizontal courses were smudged with mud. In other words, it was a terrible sight to behold.
A few feet away from me lay a brown casket on the wooden floor, I took that was what I rose from, I would have preferred it was made beautifully, that would only be befitting. The new- bred still backed up against the wall turned slowly, his eyes locking mine and the scimitar he dropped out of fear barely a foot from him. I smiled at him, closing the distance between us before I cupped his cheeks with both my palm. This one was so timid, how did he even get sired? I expected a growl or incessant but despairing attacks from him, but nothing. I got nothing of such.
I think I liked this one. "Well, what do we have here?" I questioned singsongy as I caressed his cheeks.
Words tugged at his lips but they won't flow, he was in shock and the possible thoughts of dire consequences of his actions were written all over his face. The council's punishment would be ghastly, heart-wrenching even. I saw right through him, this was the best time to take advantage of that.
"Are you in charge of this..." I looked around once again. "Prison?"
He nodded. Great then.
"There are two ways this could go, you let me go and the council never finds out about this or I snap your neck this instant and you wake up shackled and bind in a dungeon of their choice. Put it in heart that they both end with my departure."
That was all it took to get to him. He was new and naive, his mundane instincts still very much noticeable and overpowering. Those creatures would do anything to survive.
"Ye-yes, madam Elizabeth," he responded.
My lips tugged into a faint smile, he knew who I was, even more exhilarating. It was great to know that name still wields so much respect. Or fear. I'd take both.
"Wait!" I ordered as he halted. I picked up the scimitar from the cold ground it rested. These were hard to come by and I had a purpose for this one in mind. Acquiring this was almost impossible, but I'm pleased that I did.
"Please, wait here. I have a plan."
I glared at him, his irritable words leaving another sting on my already hurt pride, how dare he?
"Ma'am," he quickly added.
Maybe this new-bred wasn't so slow-witted after all. He walked out while I fiddled with my options, he could inform the guards of my awakened presence, what are the odds though? That he would sacrifice his freedom for a mistake his ignorance led him into making. I was well acquainted with the strategy of a new-bred's mind, this one won't crack.
An outburst of clamour from the outside kept me on my toes. In an instant, I realised what was happening, the new- bred created a distraction, how interesting. It was soon followed by the hasty clanging of keys against the rusty iron of the prison gate. Viola, my way out.
"This way, ma'am," he ushered me out of the bastille.
Swift movements, sudden camouflages, hiding behind walls and sprinting like a deer, all these we did to discreetly get away from the hullabaloo he created.
"From here, you'd find something," his deep breaths coating his sentence. "Ma'am."
"What's your name?"
"It's Johnson." He turned to leave. A question I've been ruminating about flashed in my mind once more, this information answered everything.
"Halt." He came to a sudden pause. "You were taught a thing or two about the families of Truebloods there are, right?" I questioned.
"Yes... ma'am." He won't stop fidgeting. I was pleased with how uneven his feeble heart beat at my presence.
"Do you perhaps know about the Gabriels' hereabouts?"
He flinched at my question, his eyes were glued to the floor and his fingers cramped uneasily. Who on earth sired someone this weak creature? I could tell he was desperately trying to remember anything to pull him out of this misery.
He finally talked.
"Sir Lucien reported Selene Gabriel's presence in Brownston."
"Brownston, I see." I wasn't sure where that was but I had a guess or two. How hard could it be to figure out when I've lived the whole world? "You've proven to be worthy, I'd be back for you."
I watched as he scampered, how pathetic.
All that was left was the loud rustles of leaves that come from the bamboo brown forest, I was in the middle of nowhere. Every step I took was met by crunching twigs and the creaking sound of old branches. I could hear a few animals scurrying away out of fear, at least there was something to feed on before I made my way out of here. The sullen sky was freckled with stars that had their sparkles swallowed by thick clouds, a proper look at the sky was made difficult by the towering trees.
Either, I was going to get what I wanted but first, I needed the perfect camouflage.
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"Yes, mother!" I answered from my room. How disgusting.
"You should get packing now, you're already a week late, I don't want you missing anything else," she yelled from the other room.
Great, because I wanted this so bad. I rolled my eyes and flung the wardrobe open. This mundane had a poor sense of fashion, it looked like a rainbow in here. What an unfortunate decision.
"Yes, mother."
I observed my new body in the front of the mirror with a smirk plastered on my face. The parents of the poor mundane couldn't tell their daughter apart from me since I wore my act perfectly. That was a good sign, it simply meant no one else would. She was perfect camouflage for the job.
The mundane's mother...No, my mother walked into my room with her eyes clouded with adoration. Her slim hands snaked around my waist where I stood in front of the mirror and she rested her chin on my blond hair. She smiled reassuringly.
"Time flies by so fast, I can't believe I'm already sending you off to college," her tone was sad. Typical mundanes.
"I can't believe it too." Trust me, I can't.
"Don't be nervous, chlChloe trust that you'd do well. You always do well."
Her hands were holding on to mine, I wished she'd let go this instant, it felt awfully uncomfortable.
"Of course, mother, I will."
Hi, I'm Chloe Bakers.