Clara Silvano awoke in Darkness. Lying on a narrow cot in a cool, dank cell she listened to the foots steps on the floor above.
When they had first taken her, they had used some kind of drug. The moonlight cast shadows over the stone floor, and highlighted her face. Her eyes were the color of Jade, her hair hung black as night with a violet shine to it. Those jade eyes were already clearing from the drugs that she had been forced to take, and were taking on a calculating gleam to them. Clara told herself that she was waiting, waiting for them to come and let her go. She would pretend that all was well. That she could stay with them at least till they thought it was safe, then she would take her chance. And she did.
She ran the moment they let her out the dank cell, and she didn't stop running not until she made saw a house that gave her pause. It rose up dark, deserted and haunted, so it was said. It stood alone, unwanted much like herself she mused.
On the edge of the island she saw the old Silvano house. Some of the windows were broken and boarded, and the double porches sagged like an old woman's back. What had been the lawn was overgrown with wild blackberries, thistles and witchgrass. A dead oak rose from it, gnarled and leafless.
A sound brought her back, the snapping of twigs so faint that she knew that she didn't have much time before they found her and dragged her back kicking and screaming. She headed to the cliffs and without a moments thought dove into the ocean.
Everything she needed was in the backpack slung over her shoulders. Including her daggers. If things went well then she would have no use for them.
Clara Silvano drew her shades out her jacket pocket while turning from the wind to slip them on. A girl about nine raced along the rail of the ferry cheerfully ignoring her fathers calls. Clara felt a slight tug of empathy and just as quickly squashed it down. Schooling her features, she looked at the island that the child was trying to get a closer look at. She knew it was breathtakingly beautiful, but looks were always deceiving.
The child was snatched away by a man with auburn short hair with flushed pink freckled cheeks along with a rapidly reddening nose. Clara listened to them grumble at each other as he dragged the girl back inside. Families, she thought, never agreed on anything.
Turning away, she leaned over the rail, lazily studying the Island of Pheonexus as the ferry steamed by the mists that hid it from view.
They had left sicily early that morning, although she could have opened a portal and been there quicker the journey itself gave her time to prepare herself for what she had to do. Pheonexus rose up to amaze and impress the viewer. There was an aloneness here, despite the smattering of hardy passengers walking the slanting deck or bundling up in the patches of sunlight along the wooden benches. She preferred the city, with its pace, its crowds, its energy. Its anonymity. She always Had.
For the last year she had been constantly on the move, following signs. If the weather looked good in one direction she would follow it, settle for a short time before heading off on another sign. And lately she had been pulled into this direction. Back home. As she grew closer a sense of anxiety overcame her as she grew closer to the Island. Stopping her emotions in track she fought it down, taking a breath. Her fingertips itching to take her daggers out.
Regaining control Clara looked on at the mortal child, envious that she was no longer innocent to the other world. A world she was returning to.
Most mortals could barely get past the idea that their planet was just one of many in an unfathomable universe. How were they supposed to understand that they weren’t even the dominant creatures at the top of the food chain?
That the darkness hid a world more terrifying than they could imagine?
A world she was a part of. After all, they only had their 'police' to protect them from what lurked in the shadows... That thought alone caused Clara to nearly laugh out loud- as if a car or a gun could protect someone from 'something' like her. A Vampire.
Well truth be told Clara wasn’t just any ordinary vampire, she was half vampire half Demon, a rarity amongst her own kind yet also amongst her family. She wasn't some normal vampire, no she was born into the vampire Royals. The Silvano line of vampire's were the oldest and the strongest, children of Lilith herself. The original woman, created equally as Adam himself before he had his Eve.
Well truth be told Clara wasn’t just any ordinary vampire, she was half vampire half Demon, a rarity amongst her own kind yet also amongst her family. She wasn't some normal vampire, With her jaded eyes, jet black hair that changed to violet depending on her mood, currently it was a mixture of both. She had a cupids bow full set of lips, high cheek bones, flawless ivory skin she was no ordinary vampire at that as it was, regardless that she had been born into the vampire Royals. Silvano line of vampire's were the oldest and the strongest, children of Lilith herself. The original woman, created equally as Adam himself before he had his Eve.
When Lilith left Adam she created left behind five children, a child that would later become the first witch Hecate; A child able to manipulate the element’s Arianna; Esra a child able to inspire others around him; Abraxus the first Fey being; And Luther the first Vampire. From Luther began her family.
Clara was abruptly pulled from her thoughts when the ferry docked into the harbour, grabbing her backpack she slipped off the boat ignoring the rest of the passengers as she wound her way through the crowds easily.
Instead of going towards to the centre of the island she headed towards the wooded area past the beach, before entering the dark forest. Heading to where it had all changed. Where she had changed. She still carried the coin with her just incase she should ever need it again. The Janus Coin was one of the most powerful talismans in the world. And she was thankful she had it.
Clara remembered getting on that plane to leave...
...One year ago
The plane took off into the air causing Bill Gilmores ears to muffle the sounds of the other passengers, how he hated flying, his palms were sweating as he gripped the armrests. He remembered seeing one of the Air hostesses- No that wasn’t right he admonished. ‘Air Attendant’ was better he told himself.
The attendant had been kind enough to sit him near the flaming window before she winked at him. Not that he minded the little flirtatious move been aimed in his general direction by some little french pastry with legs a man just wanted to climb. No the problem was that he was terrified of heights. So been a man he'd managed to sit down, thank her and even spare a look at her derriere. Definitely grade A meat.
He looked out the window as they left Pheonexus airport. He felt the blood leaving his head, his ears rushing. Slamming the shutter closed he leaned his head forward putting it between his legs trying to breath clearly. His eyes squeezed shut. He thought to himself he was going to kill his brother for getting married in the States. Why did he have to find some peachy blonde bint for? The truth was told he was jealous that his younger brother had managed to get married before him.
Trying not to think about his brother and not the height he focused on his breathing enough to calm down, yet his head felt like it was still going to explode from the pressure. He opened his eyes and the sight that met him made him almost swallow his tongue, the seat next to him was now occupied by a young woman in her twenties by his estimation. Her hair was loose, Black with tints of Violet. Her eyes were jade. She sat reading a novel wearing a pair of sandals her toenails painted black, Bill gulped nervously as he followed the path from her foot over her bare legs, up to the floral skirt she wore and the vest top she had on. Her eyes were intent on the novel she held in her perfectly manicured hands.
She knew everything that was going on in his mind, she hardly saw the words on the pages, she had forgotten what it was she was reading in the first place.But she did hear what he was thinking. One of the many talents she had. A few days ago she wouldn't have given a damn that this poor excuse for a man was thinking, she would have merely have ignored him. But now...she was curious. Were all men this needy? She could smell his arousal and hear those lascivious if highly boring thoughts he had. ''grade a meat?'' is that really how he saw women? well truth be told she used to see humans as little happy meals with legs that she liked to play with.
He didn't remember his name when they found him but they had given him the name Lowell Mendoza . He looked like any other tourist but was nothing of the kind. Yet he looked the part. with his floral shirt, and shorts to match a backpack slung over his shoulder, sunglasses on and a camera in his hands he was able to keep track of his target and he had her in his sights.
He saw her at the rail, as the ferry docked. Keeping amongst the shadows he followed her. Like he had since she left Rome. It was ironic that he had followed her from a holy city when so many of her kind were believed to be the.very thing the.church was against. As a hunter it was his job to the Lord, as well as the people to slay these demons that walked the earth. he had been doing this job for ten years now, yet he had known about them since a vampire slaughtered his family, but spared him.
He had heard that she was one of the most brutal vampires around. So he had arrived completely prepared.
He followed her as she headed towards the trees. As he travelled through the woods tracking her as quietly as he could, he noticed there was less greenery and the trees began to almost close in around him. He managed to keep an eye on her, for her pace was steady and even.
He was perhaps surprised that he could hear the sound of fast running water nearby and the scent of moss assaulted his senses. It wasn’t a bad smell, for it was oddly comforting in this dark world. The trees blocked out the sun and grew compacted together.
He saw small eyes peeking out of the shadows now and then, no doubt belonging to animals of the woodland.
He caught sight of the waterfall, and paused momentarily at it’s beauty. It looked as though it had been there for centuries completely devoid from all human contact.
Lowell shifted his gaze and noticed that he had lost sight of Clara. He rushed on studying the ground trying to find any trace of the beast. Noting that the ground appeared undisturbed. And then he felt the wind shift slightly. And he could smell the heady scent of jasmine in the air.
Clara had watched him from above on a branch. Her lips twitching in amusement as he searched the area looking for a small trace of her. Of course he wouldn't be able to sense her, for she had a talent with magicks which included a variety of spells and charms, added to that; the older the vampire the stronger the abilities to camouflage oneself.
And Clara was a very old vampire. At over a thousand years old, she could blend into the shadows. A skill which proved deadly to many in her line of work.
She watched as Lowell continued to search she had known that he had been following her since she left Rome she was just surprised at how long he was to attack her at least.
Growing bored with this cat and mouse game, Clara dropped down behind him.
A familiar scent reached his nostrils. He could smell her perfume as it lingered in the air. He reacted instinctively.
Clara was perhaps surprised when he turned suddenly and lunged for her.
Pain tore through Clara's chest as the dagger plunged into it, missing her heart by millimeters. She grabbed his wrist and spun him around, tossing him into a tree.
Unlike most humans who would die at the impact, Lowell slumped before his vision went blurry. His voice was raspy as he growled before losing consciousness, “Damn vampire.”