Heavy fur coats were bound tight around shoulders and the lights of boutiques burnt the night away in the low Voittona streets. The women fluttered lacy fans, wore tight gowns and glided past on thin heels. Their money would be wasted tonight; perfume lasting only minutes in their eager hands. She could smell the scent even from where they sat. She was slender and delicate, cunning and shadowy.
Her sharp eyes watched the insects fly around the lamps, buzzing with excitement. A cold breeze picked up and washed her dark hair into her face, her beautiful feminine form highlighted by the glowing faces of the clock tower. Darius took his place behind Blaine, his brown eyes watching her minute movements.
She turned backed to him with a smile, her lips shining deliciously. Darius could smell the faint steely odour of blood radiating from her. Then she stood and stepped off of the ledge, plummeting to the ground. He followed her down.
They moved quickly across the courtyard, seeking the solace of a darkened alleyway. Ragged and mouldy bricks were imprinted with the ink of discarded newspapers; a musky, oldness filled Blaine’s nose.
She nearly fell on the cobbles but corrected herself, taking a step forward from the alleyway. Darius immediately looped an arm around her neck and tore her out of the street. She struggled in his grasp, trying to remove herself from his hold. Darius hushed her, placing a finger on his lips. She looked back to the end of the alley, only to have her heart peak into chaos from the sight of him.
He, in question, was Orlando Lacey; a feared hunter. Humans believed that they were the dominant race. The wealthy ones would send many, many hunters throughout the land to purge it of their werewolf counterparts. Now the numbers were declining, and others skilled enough were sent to dispatch of vampires. The young man at the end of the alley was apparently deemed strong enough to hunt the vampires alone.
Some of the older vampires met their death at his hands. His shiny white hair, grey eyes, and pale skin meant that he could’ve passed off as one of them. But as soon as they got closer, they found he wasn’t a vampire and died in a close battle. He wore a dark brown cloak and held a crossbow limply at his side. In their current day and age, nobody shied away from his weapon, knowing that he wouldn’t dare consider pointing it at one of them.
Children weren’t brought up only to hate the dark--they were brought up to force it back.
He pulled Blaine further into the shadows of the alley. “You ought to be more careful,” he whispered into her ear. She hoped that the hunter wouldn’t hear them.
She trembled, her heart beating a rhythm in her chest. Orlando’s eyes shot down the passage and he ceased moving. He stared through the space. Something he could see, but not quite make out.
“Orlando?” ventured the young woman’s voice. “Is something the matter?”
“No,” he said; more to himself than her. He kept his gaze fixed to the darkness.
“Then, shall we make our leave?” He nodded and continued through the mass of people. But she stayed behind. If there was something there, then she should be just as able as him to find out what it is. She stepped determinedly into the darkness. But suddenly she stopped.
What if it was something that could kill her?
Orlando placed a hand on her shoulder, spooking the young woman. “I…I thought you had left.”
“We should leave, Adelle, as you suggested.” He gave a small smile. She retreated back with him, glancing once through the night at the vampires as they huddled in the gloom.
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Night was bordering and all the humans started returning home. Businesses closing for the night, their young apprentices sweeping tiled floors, polishing wooden boards. The women dumped bags on the men, sweeping ahead with scurrying feet and a flick of their fan. The newly purchased goods would surely be forgotten as the same thing happened the next night; money from their labours going to waste so quickly.
Blaine was relieved that he hadn’t shown his face that night. Otherwise, those humans would have had a reason to fear the dark. Memories of her family prodded her mind, e her to fall to the ground and wallow in self-pity.
It has happened to others, she thought hopelessly. I have to be stronger than this.
As the last of the chattering people left the lane, Blaine and Darius stepped out of the cold alley. A young man turned the corner out of the street, carrying a heavy bundle of newspapers, and leaving the vampires to take the title of the only ones left behind.
But somebody was watching from the end of the road. Watching and waiting for them to walk by; waiting for them to die.
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