((So before I made Blade's new and improved bio. I need to finish all the details. This is long. And I'm sorry. I need to stop. I do. But ti's basically summing up that whole "Deception" series I had going awhile back. The whole thing I wrote for Blade and shit. yeah. here it is.))
His feet made a gentle plunk with each step against the wooden planks of the pier. His blonde hair swayed gently in the wind. When our gazes met, I had to laugh. He was a replica. Of me. Aside from having both eyes and the male anatomy and all. He was staring out at the sunlight also causing me to laugh, as I removed the shades that hung on my face.
The sun shone on him, causing a halo of golden light to radiate his outline, and reflect off his blond curls, as if he was some celestial being. His hands were tucked into his jean pockets, and his plaid flannel, with rolled up sleeves, was unbuttoned with a black shirt beneath. Maybe he was a cold monster that dined on blood, but he was my brother and damn he looked handsome.
After what felt like an eternity, both of our gazes reaching outward to the shining ball kissing the horizon and bathing the water in flames, he spoke; his form slowly moving to sit down, "So, Kiddo, why are you wearing that jacket, you have to be sweating."
I looked to the leather jacket that covered my neck, arms, chest, and then the gloves that hugged my hands, "I dunno. Sun burns a lot when you are freshly turned, Dante. I guess I should ask you why you're not."
"You get used to it, I guess...The gentle burn of the sun. It's bad at first...like a blind man seeing light for the first time. We are born of darkness, Kiddo, but eventually, you learn to get used to it. Light shouldn't be another thing that wants to kill us next to every person on the planet."
"Poetic as always, Shakespeare, gonna write that one down and publish it?"
His hand suddenly buried itself in my pale locks and ruffled them slightly, a chuckle rumbling in his throat, "Still haven't lost your sass. Good." His hand dropped to prop himself up as he leaned back, his legs swinging off the edge of the pier.
"And you haven't lost your calm, collected, pompous douche-ery. God, I love you, Dante."
"You too, Seren-"
"Ah..ah..ah...I decided on Blade."
"Really?" his head turned but I still watched the fiery ocean, "why?"
"Do I really look like something that calms evil and brings peace to this world--Hell, Dante, my fucking hero, if that's what we're calling it, name is 'Discord'. That's pretty much the exact opposite of Serenity."
"Granted...it was given to you by a prick."
"The same prick who has a brother that you are head-over-heels for. I trust his judgment, even if he tried to kill me and all my friends. And get me to kill you and his brother as well--sorry about that."
He was silent a moment, as if taking in every letter of every word I had spoken. His lips curled slightly and he nodded, "Don't apologize, you're here now, that's all that matters. As long as you're alive and okay, I have reason to live."
"Don't give me that shit, Dante. You have Booker, and if he doesn't work out, there's a cute librarian that works part time. You also have to keep the Howard name alive, you're the last of us who hasn't completely fucked up."
"But.."
"Kelsey doesn't count, she died before she could do anything, and Mom....well...she married Dad and had me...and that was her mistake."
There was a moment of silence, weather it was for Mom and our sister or not, we stayed quiet. His hand found mine and he gave a soft squeeze before bringing it back to prop him up. I could hear his mouth begin to form words, then stop. Eventually, though he just went with,"So...what are you planning on doing...what happens now?"
"Well, today is different. And every day after this one will be. I am no longer that petty concoction of human and vampire."
"It wasn't that bad, Blade."
I felt my brows knit together in sudden anger. And without thinking lashed out, "Not that bad? Not that bad? Shit, Dante. Do you not know what it was like to be in a constant battle. Not one you can fight physically because the shit storm is inside. It was a constant 'I can't do this for the sake of humanity and what I have left of it' and 'Blood, blood, blood, blood. Fuck those meat sack, they're only here to be fed on.' Imagine having that every single day for a year. And it was every second, every fraction of a second. The battle was always there.....and that's why-"
"You sided with Damian in the end?"
I let out a breath, happy he wasn't upset for my immature tantrum, "Yes, that's why..."
"So you wanna shed some light on what happened before this month."
"You really wanna know?"
"Yeah just start from where you left off...."
"Where did I leave off? With me nearly killing Declan and then him taking me back to the hotel room--"
"And you feeding for the first time, yes."
"Well...he convinced me to stick around, and despite my efforts to rip his throat out, he kept me under control and we actually became, friends."
"Who was he again? Duncan or something?"
"Declan..it's Declan. Anyway he helped me track down Phoebe, the one with the omega necklace, and-"
"What happened with her?" He interrupted, yet again.
"If you stop cutting me off, I'll tell you."
"Sorry..."
"She kinda attacked me, full force, hurt a bunch, but we managed to pin her down. I tried to get her to talk, to tell me why she did what she did to me--or what I thought she did to me. Problem was--"
"She couldn't recall any of it?"
"Exactly...."
"Because it never happened."
"And it was the same thing with Becca. Of course she was a bit more forceful, broke my arm in the process, but after awhile she cooled down. I pried at them, so did Declan, and they both said the exact same thing, 'we have no idea what you're talking about.'"
"What did you ask them exactly?"
"Why did you hurt me, Discord...? And they would just go on to say that they didn't know a Discord, that their job was to help people not hurt them. That they never once dragged a girl into the woods or ripped her eye out or left her for dead. I still thought of it as some facade, Hell, I still had Terror to find."
"Did you?"
"No...he was untraceable. Becca said she knew him, they were all friends of some sort, but she hadn't talked to him since Blade--I--had died."
"Did they know?"
"I think they had their assumptions, but I didn't even know who I was, I was still going by: these assholes took my life and that my name was Discord."
"What about the dreams?"
I met his gaze, his face was stoic, serious, unmoved. I didn't want to tell him about all of them, I had mentioned a few of them, but.........I had to. He was my brother. Giving a sigh I swallowed, "Well it was always there, my subconscious, never telling me yes or no or what was right or wrong. It only said two things 'feed' and 'Blade'. The dreams were always of me standing outside the body of my younger self. Long hair, beautiful blue eyes, normalcy. She was always wearing a pink dress, bloodied back, you know...the scar. Sometimes it would be her and you playing or Kelsey or Mom or Dad. Sometimes a garden, home, bed, closets, the table. Always different yet the same. Some would be us before dad got hired as a merc, when we were happy, others would be you getting one of Dad's 'talks' or me. And I don't know if it was Damian's brainwashing or my idiocy, but it never clicked that I was reliving memories until later."
Dante's face had changed, his hand reaching out to take mine. His expression was now soft, hurt. I expecting him to say something but he never did, so I went on to continue, "Anyway somehow, they managed to respect the fact that I needed to keep my mask on. That was until one night my bloodlust was too great. I tried to feed on Becca and she tore the mask off. It took a few seconds for all of them to process but they soon recognized me, hammering me with 'Blade where have you been?' And 'Blade you died six months ago!' Declan was the only one who kept quiet. That's when it all clicked, it came falling back into place, I slowly began to remember who I was. Terror, Damian, the process, being stuck with him. Him tearing my left eye out. It was awful. I think I cried for at least a week. Of course, the pity parties moved quickly and I tried to go after Damian and find Terror. But both were impossible to find. The sudden crash of repressed memories forced out the less important ones...for instance I couldn't remember where the mansion was. Fortunately, Declan had. We hunted down the mansion. Damian was nowhere in sight. He had fled. I had suspected that much after I had gone missing for over four weeks--I was more surprised he never came after me. We tore the whole house apart and there ti was like someone had broke the damn and every single memory, not just the one's had allowed myself to remember, came flooding in. It wasn't long before I passed out."
Dante stopped me, A finger rising for me to pause. He tilted his head going over the words I had said. He turned them over in thought. I could he had realized what he left behind when he abandoned me. When he ran off with Booker...but I didn't want him blaming himself. The pain in his expression was hidden well--proving just how much experience he had in all the years where he had to hide how he really felt. I gave him a small fanged smile, showing I understood his reasoning. No one could tame the wild desire of love, or control where it took you, even if that mean leaving your sister behind. I had no right to blame him and I had no intention to. His lips formed the words "I'm sorry" but no sound escaped. I stopped him and just nodded. Realizing I had no want, or need, to put him down, he motioned for me to continue.
"I woke up..and we spent no time dwelling on it. They knew better than to ask. They understood. So our next objective was to find Terror. It took at least four days, adding to the 28 days I had been missing already. Eventually we found him. He was living in my old apartment with another girl."
"Wha-"
"It was 'me'...well it was Vexx, the shape-shifting nurse that worked for Damian...she had posed as me. Me and Terror only relished the moment of being reunited for a moment before we realized we had to devise a plan. We didn't want Vexx to notify Damian on my location so we had to act quick. Me, Declan, Phoebe, and Becca would return back to Damian to kill him while Terror dealt with Vexx."
"But Blade, didn't you know that going back to your master..."
"Yeah I knew somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew. I guess I thought since I defied him for so long..."
"You can defy them all you want but in the end you will serve them under no circumstances.." Dante voiced quietly, his words filled with scolding.
"Anyway, we returned to the old mansion, figuring we had the numbers to face him. But let me tell you, a pissed off alpha vampire is something to not mess with...."
"What happened?!"
"I'll spare the details...let's just say Damian was doing his equal share of damage. I was holding up well against him, fighting back the monster. Then all at once everything stopped. The whole world did, Dante....it was just me and him and nothing else. He was speaking to me, not moving his lips, but his voice was there. He held his wrist out to me and told me to 'drink'. And just like that everything stopped. I swear I was like a shark, pupil dilated, hungry...sooo hungry. I had no regard for my friends. And just like that I bit into his wrist and I felt the change occur. My cells ripping apart and refusing. I was no longer living. No heart beat. No breathing. Nothing. I was dead....but I felt alive. But as soon as I was knocked out of the trance I no longer knew the three as my friends. I attacked them. They were hesitant but fought back. I nearly killed them, Dante. My own friends!!!"
"How'd they stop you?"
"While Phoebe distracted me, Declan and Becca worked on Damain...eventually they cute his head off. Clean and simple...and I was free. Still a vampire..but no longer in that state of mind. Damian was dead and had no control over me any more. Terror killed Vexx with a silver knife to the heart..."
"Blade..."
"It took a while but we all recuperated. I decided to distance myself..staying in touch with not many people. I became a loner. I broke it off with Terror. I went my own way. I'm my own person...They're still my friends. I'll still be around..but I...I'm new...I'm a full-blood vampire. Not many people want to be around a creature like me. But that's okay. I love them all...because with out them...I'd be dead, Dante."
That's it. I forced all of what I was going to put in separate chapters into a condensed epilogue...I will soon be updating Blade's bio for those who don't read this cos it is pretty long.
His feet made a gentle plunk with each step against the wooden planks of the pier. His blonde hair swayed gently in the wind. When our gazes met, I had to laugh. He was a replica. Of me. Aside from having both eyes and the male anatomy and all. He was staring out at the sunlight also causing me to laugh, as I removed the shades that hung on my face.
The sun shone on him, causing a halo of golden light to radiate his outline, and reflect off his blond curls, as if he was some celestial being. His hands were tucked into his jean pockets, and his plaid flannel, with rolled up sleeves, was unbuttoned with a black shirt beneath. Maybe he was a cold monster that dined on blood, but he was my brother and damn he looked handsome.
After what felt like an eternity, both of our gazes reaching outward to the shining ball kissing the horizon and bathing the water in flames, he spoke; his form slowly moving to sit down, "So, Kiddo, why are you wearing that jacket, you have to be sweating."
I looked to the leather jacket that covered my neck, arms, chest, and then the gloves that hugged my hands, "I dunno. Sun burns a lot when you are freshly turned, Dante. I guess I should ask you why you're not."
"You get used to it, I guess...The gentle burn of the sun. It's bad at first...like a blind man seeing light for the first time. We are born of darkness, Kiddo, but eventually, you learn to get used to it. Light shouldn't be another thing that wants to kill us next to every person on the planet."
"Poetic as always, Shakespeare, gonna write that one down and publish it?"
His hand suddenly buried itself in my pale locks and ruffled them slightly, a chuckle rumbling in his throat, "Still haven't lost your sass. Good." His hand dropped to prop himself up as he leaned back, his legs swinging off the edge of the pier.
"And you haven't lost your calm, collected, pompous douche-ery. God, I love you, Dante."
"You too, Seren-"
"Ah..ah..ah...I decided on Blade."
"Really?" his head turned but I still watched the fiery ocean, "why?"
"Do I really look like something that calms evil and brings peace to this world--Hell, Dante, my fucking hero, if that's what we're calling it, name is 'Discord'. That's pretty much the exact opposite of Serenity."
"Granted...it was given to you by a prick."
"The same prick who has a brother that you are head-over-heels for. I trust his judgment, even if he tried to kill me and all my friends. And get me to kill you and his brother as well--sorry about that."
He was silent a moment, as if taking in every letter of every word I had spoken. His lips curled slightly and he nodded, "Don't apologize, you're here now, that's all that matters. As long as you're alive and okay, I have reason to live."
"Don't give me that shit, Dante. You have Booker, and if he doesn't work out, there's a cute librarian that works part time. You also have to keep the Howard name alive, you're the last of us who hasn't completely fucked up."
"But.."
"Kelsey doesn't count, she died before she could do anything, and Mom....well...she married Dad and had me...and that was her mistake."
There was a moment of silence, weather it was for Mom and our sister or not, we stayed quiet. His hand found mine and he gave a soft squeeze before bringing it back to prop him up. I could hear his mouth begin to form words, then stop. Eventually, though he just went with,"So...what are you planning on doing...what happens now?"
"Well, today is different. And every day after this one will be. I am no longer that petty concoction of human and vampire."
"It wasn't that bad, Blade."
I felt my brows knit together in sudden anger. And without thinking lashed out, "Not that bad? Not that bad? Shit, Dante. Do you not know what it was like to be in a constant battle. Not one you can fight physically because the shit storm is inside. It was a constant 'I can't do this for the sake of humanity and what I have left of it' and 'Blood, blood, blood, blood. Fuck those meat sack, they're only here to be fed on.' Imagine having that every single day for a year. And it was every second, every fraction of a second. The battle was always there.....and that's why-"
"You sided with Damian in the end?"
I let out a breath, happy he wasn't upset for my immature tantrum, "Yes, that's why..."
"So you wanna shed some light on what happened before this month."
"You really wanna know?"
"Yeah just start from where you left off...."
"Where did I leave off? With me nearly killing Declan and then him taking me back to the hotel room--"
"And you feeding for the first time, yes."
"Well...he convinced me to stick around, and despite my efforts to rip his throat out, he kept me under control and we actually became, friends."
"Who was he again? Duncan or something?"
"Declan..it's Declan. Anyway he helped me track down Phoebe, the one with the omega necklace, and-"
"What happened with her?" He interrupted, yet again.
"If you stop cutting me off, I'll tell you."
"Sorry..."
"She kinda attacked me, full force, hurt a bunch, but we managed to pin her down. I tried to get her to talk, to tell me why she did what she did to me--or what I thought she did to me. Problem was--"
"She couldn't recall any of it?"
"Exactly...."
"Because it never happened."
"And it was the same thing with Becca. Of course she was a bit more forceful, broke my arm in the process, but after awhile she cooled down. I pried at them, so did Declan, and they both said the exact same thing, 'we have no idea what you're talking about.'"
"What did you ask them exactly?"
"Why did you hurt me, Discord...? And they would just go on to say that they didn't know a Discord, that their job was to help people not hurt them. That they never once dragged a girl into the woods or ripped her eye out or left her for dead. I still thought of it as some facade, Hell, I still had Terror to find."
"Did you?"
"No...he was untraceable. Becca said she knew him, they were all friends of some sort, but she hadn't talked to him since Blade--I--had died."
"Did they know?"
"I think they had their assumptions, but I didn't even know who I was, I was still going by: these assholes took my life and that my name was Discord."
"What about the dreams?"
I met his gaze, his face was stoic, serious, unmoved. I didn't want to tell him about all of them, I had mentioned a few of them, but.........I had to. He was my brother. Giving a sigh I swallowed, "Well it was always there, my subconscious, never telling me yes or no or what was right or wrong. It only said two things 'feed' and 'Blade'. The dreams were always of me standing outside the body of my younger self. Long hair, beautiful blue eyes, normalcy. She was always wearing a pink dress, bloodied back, you know...the scar. Sometimes it would be her and you playing or Kelsey or Mom or Dad. Sometimes a garden, home, bed, closets, the table. Always different yet the same. Some would be us before dad got hired as a merc, when we were happy, others would be you getting one of Dad's 'talks' or me. And I don't know if it was Damian's brainwashing or my idiocy, but it never clicked that I was reliving memories until later."
Dante's face had changed, his hand reaching out to take mine. His expression was now soft, hurt. I expecting him to say something but he never did, so I went on to continue, "Anyway somehow, they managed to respect the fact that I needed to keep my mask on. That was until one night my bloodlust was too great. I tried to feed on Becca and she tore the mask off. It took a few seconds for all of them to process but they soon recognized me, hammering me with 'Blade where have you been?' And 'Blade you died six months ago!' Declan was the only one who kept quiet. That's when it all clicked, it came falling back into place, I slowly began to remember who I was. Terror, Damian, the process, being stuck with him. Him tearing my left eye out. It was awful. I think I cried for at least a week. Of course, the pity parties moved quickly and I tried to go after Damian and find Terror. But both were impossible to find. The sudden crash of repressed memories forced out the less important ones...for instance I couldn't remember where the mansion was. Fortunately, Declan had. We hunted down the mansion. Damian was nowhere in sight. He had fled. I had suspected that much after I had gone missing for over four weeks--I was more surprised he never came after me. We tore the whole house apart and there ti was like someone had broke the damn and every single memory, not just the one's had allowed myself to remember, came flooding in. It wasn't long before I passed out."
Dante stopped me, A finger rising for me to pause. He tilted his head going over the words I had said. He turned them over in thought. I could he had realized what he left behind when he abandoned me. When he ran off with Booker...but I didn't want him blaming himself. The pain in his expression was hidden well--proving just how much experience he had in all the years where he had to hide how he really felt. I gave him a small fanged smile, showing I understood his reasoning. No one could tame the wild desire of love, or control where it took you, even if that mean leaving your sister behind. I had no right to blame him and I had no intention to. His lips formed the words "I'm sorry" but no sound escaped. I stopped him and just nodded. Realizing I had no want, or need, to put him down, he motioned for me to continue.
"I woke up..and we spent no time dwelling on it. They knew better than to ask. They understood. So our next objective was to find Terror. It took at least four days, adding to the 28 days I had been missing already. Eventually we found him. He was living in my old apartment with another girl."
"Wha-"
"It was 'me'...well it was Vexx, the shape-shifting nurse that worked for Damian...she had posed as me. Me and Terror only relished the moment of being reunited for a moment before we realized we had to devise a plan. We didn't want Vexx to notify Damian on my location so we had to act quick. Me, Declan, Phoebe, and Becca would return back to Damian to kill him while Terror dealt with Vexx."
"But Blade, didn't you know that going back to your master..."
"Yeah I knew somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew. I guess I thought since I defied him for so long..."
"You can defy them all you want but in the end you will serve them under no circumstances.." Dante voiced quietly, his words filled with scolding.
"Anyway, we returned to the old mansion, figuring we had the numbers to face him. But let me tell you, a pissed off alpha vampire is something to not mess with...."
"What happened?!"
"I'll spare the details...let's just say Damian was doing his equal share of damage. I was holding up well against him, fighting back the monster. Then all at once everything stopped. The whole world did, Dante....it was just me and him and nothing else. He was speaking to me, not moving his lips, but his voice was there. He held his wrist out to me and told me to 'drink'. And just like that everything stopped. I swear I was like a shark, pupil dilated, hungry...sooo hungry. I had no regard for my friends. And just like that I bit into his wrist and I felt the change occur. My cells ripping apart and refusing. I was no longer living. No heart beat. No breathing. Nothing. I was dead....but I felt alive. But as soon as I was knocked out of the trance I no longer knew the three as my friends. I attacked them. They were hesitant but fought back. I nearly killed them, Dante. My own friends!!!"
"How'd they stop you?"
"While Phoebe distracted me, Declan and Becca worked on Damain...eventually they cute his head off. Clean and simple...and I was free. Still a vampire..but no longer in that state of mind. Damian was dead and had no control over me any more. Terror killed Vexx with a silver knife to the heart..."
"Blade..."
"It took a while but we all recuperated. I decided to distance myself..staying in touch with not many people. I became a loner. I broke it off with Terror. I went my own way. I'm my own person...They're still my friends. I'll still be around..but I...I'm new...I'm a full-blood vampire. Not many people want to be around a creature like me. But that's okay. I love them all...because with out them...I'd be dead, Dante."
That's it. I forced all of what I was going to put in separate chapters into a condensed epilogue...I will soon be updating Blade's bio for those who don't read this cos it is pretty long.
This charrie goes by the name Jenson King. Overly-gelled black hair to match his green eyes, this kid could be a Greaser, I swear. When he gets angry, or his body is put under a large amount of stress, he has the ability to retreat into the form of a black leopard. Even when in human form, his cat-like eyes and fangs give him night-vision, and an unusual taste for catnip. Jenson's past remains a secret, even to him. His earliest memory is waking up in the middle of the jungle at age twelve, only to be taken to civilization by tourists. He enjoyed old, classic streetfighting games, hence his Greaser appearance. At age sixteen, he traveled to America, and joined the team. Knowing more Hindi than English, he often just sits in the rafters and watches everyone.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to writing them, so, patience.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to writing them, so, patience.