The Legend -chapter 7-Chapter7
I stood up and walked over to the fireplace to relax, and stop dwelling in my painful past.
"No one ever told me this story of you, or my mother, I was alone for all these years with hatred in my heart, and a vendetta against you."
"Didn't George tell you the story? I asked him to tell you when you were old enough to understand." I asked, sitting back down in my chair.
"No, he just said that you'd given me to him after my parent's death, and that my necklace was once my mother's." she paused and reached up to hold the necklace tight. "It was the only thing you'd left me of my parents, besides a growing pain in my throat no one could ever explain to me."
"So how did you manage to survive all these years?" Markus asked.
She put her necklace back down and looked up at him. "Well I'm a vampire so, hmm let me think." She stopped and tapped her chin with a finger. "How. Did. I survive?"
Markus rolled his eyes.
"How about I just tell you two my story of what happened to me thro
The Legend -chapter 6-Chapter 6
"So let me get this straight, you bled how much into her mouth?!" Markus yelled.
"No, I heard what you said; I just don't understand why you did that! Darien, when Chloe finds out, she'll kill you, and possibly even me for not making you do something about it."
"I know what Chloe can do Markus, I've seen her at her worst, and her best and I can assure you that I can reason with her."
"But you can't reason with her, and even if, by some miracle, you convince the council, Chloe can still overrule them."
"Just let me worry about this for now Markus." I said, walking out of the study.
"And what if you can't deal with it?" he yelled out.
"Then we're totally fucked."
"Oh great, I could've figured that out, thank you Darien!" he said, drinking something else to calm his nerves.
That's one other thing that has changed about me as well since Angel's death, I drink over anything whether that be good news, or in this case, bad news. I walked into the room that I'd left Alixand
The Legend -chapter 5-Chapter 5
. 121 years later .
Well, I am now 141 years old, and still haunted by the dreaded memories of the past.
"Brother please come with me, we're on vacation for Christ's sake!" my brother Markus complained.
I looked up from my paperwork. "Just because we're in Ireland, doesn't mean we have to go to the pub and get drunk 'til we're falling on the floor. And besides, I have a lot of paperwork before Chloe and the council come."
"Oh of course we can brother, I do it all the time! And we can't fall on the floor drunk, we're vampires, we can't get that drunk from drinking a few pints."
He stared at me with the face that always seemed to win me over, no matter how stupid the event he's dragging me into.
"Oh alright! But afterwards, we're hunting because I'm starving." I said, getting up and stretching.
Markus smiled his evil grin. "Sounds good to me."
As soon as we got to the pub, we were surprised to find a celebration going on, a birthday to my knowledge.
The Legend -chapter 4-Chapter 4
That night at my manor, I must've cried for hours over her death, the thought of knowing I could've saved her, that I should've done more. But it was too late to do anything now, Angel was gone, and I was broken. After I finally had enough sense to do anything besides cry and drink, I went into my room where Alixandria lay in the bed I hardly slept in anymore. She was coughing, and she had been coughing since I brought her here. I knew right away when I'd saved her that she had inhaled too much smoke, and I knew she was going to die, unless I did something to save her. Destiny had put this child in my charge, and I had a promise to keep. I was still a young vampyre, but I did know of the tremendous powers of my kind's blood. I knew we could turn humans with our blood, but I had to make sure not to give her that much blood to the point of turning her. I needed to give her just enough to heal her and save her life, so I cut my wrist and drained about half a pint of blood into h
The Legend -chapter 3-Chapter 3
About 10 months later, when I was strolling through the streets of the little town I lived in, I heard Angels' call for my assistance. I quickly made my way to her house, and was terrified when I saw the front door left hanging wide open. I rushed inside and saw Nathaniel lying in his own pool of blood with a gunshot wound to the head. I quickly rushed upstairs to the baby's room, where I could still hear her calling for me. I walked into the room and found her lying on the floor with a gunshot wound in her stomach and leg. Before going over to her, I could feel some one else in the room, and when I turned around to see who, it was a masked man holding a pistol. I immediately got angry enough to be deadly to anyone, especially this fool who had tried to kill Angel.
"Hello sir." I addressed him calmly.
He held the gun up in my direction and took aim.
"I don't think that will work with me." I said, smirking.
"I think it will, it worked with that son of a bitch downstairs, and h
The Legend -chapter 2-Chapter 2
One year later, I would regret that decision. As I was walking by their house one evening, I could hear them arguing about money, of all things. I didn't stop or even give a second glance in their direction as I walked, until one sound stopped me in my tracks. He had struck Angel, in front of the baby.
"Shit." I muttered, turning around to walk up to the front door.
I knocked, and the yelling suddenly stopped, then Angel answered the door.
"Oh, hello Darien, what might you be doing out here at this hour?" she asked, turning her head slightly to the left to hide in the shadows.
"It is but only 6 o'clock this evening Angel, and do you forget that I can see through the shadows?" I asked, giving her the look I used to give her when I knew she was hiding something.
"Yes well, it's been a long time since we were really talking and visiting with each other."
"Well then, that sounds like a good idea doesn't it? Visiting with each other?
The Legend of an Irish VampyreChapter 1
It all started about 121 years ago. I was just 18, and I had a friend, a female friend, and back in those days, the women didn't choose who to marry, but I still hoped she'd pick me. My name is Darien, and hers' Angel, which was the perfect name for her because it described her to a "T". She'd known what I am, but she was never the tiniest bit scared and she never got grossed out when I told her about my hunting stories. That's until he showed up. Nathaniel was the richest and snobbiest man in town.
I could tell as soon as he met Angel, I'd lost my chance to be with her forever. I was right too. After about a month of swooning her, her father decided that they should be married right away. He only rushed the marriage so that I couldn't do anything to get in the way of his plans for his daughter. They were married within three weeks time.
From the time she'd married that buffoon, I vowed to watch over her, no matter who got