Woohoo! I'm on a role! This is my fourth thing I've written today! And it does help to have a plan of the chapters :D.
Sixteen Candles; Chapter III:
"Come on team, red alert on Three Cocks Lane." Robert chanted mechanically as he handed out weapons as he handed out weapons. Suzy slipped a couple of stakes into the holders on her chest. "Eternal Flames and The Bloodsucking Boys."
Seth is the only vampire I know who fights with a weapon that could kill him. Most vampires, including Lee, rely on their innate psychosomatic powers and their fists. Fangs if they are fighting humans. Seth fights with a stake. There is something between him and Lee, there just has to be. Because Lee is the only one of Inferno who can be killed by a stake. Seth is the best fighter the flames have. When we have a Flames alert, we all pair off; Lee and Seth, Johnny and Erik, Robert and Gerard, Jo and Brendon, me and Kai. Jo and I have a great rapport with our sparring partners, the others hate them.
"Are you going on patrol tonight?" Bryan handed the younger boy a cup of goat's blood.
"I want to, but SOMEBODY won't let me!" Kai sipped the blood carefully.
"You haven't fully recovered from this morning!" Seth snapped. Bryan ducked out of what could become a bloody confrontation.
A lot of people think that Dad and Erik are brothers, because they're both very elegant and wear masks. But there, all similarities end. Erik is very quiet and peaceful; I think the only person he's ever turned is my dad. Dad, on the other hand, displays most of his elegance in violence, He's bitter and twisted and sarcastic – but he's one hell of a fighter. And Jay? Him and Gerard are the… most elegant of us all. Jay's been known to watch people trying to kill each other whilst drinking cups of tea and Gerard lost a lot of his confidence in his ability after The Bloodsucking Boys jumped him and Brendon a couple of weeks ago. And tonight was to be our revenge against them – but I'm not going.
The gaping chasm of difference between the cultures of vampires had never been so evident. On one side were the Bloodsucking Boys – generally not wearing a lot and, hat they did wear, was either leather of covered in bloodstains. The Eternal Flames, on the other hand, were all in some version of black-tie, from the cravats and capes Erik and Seth wore don to the shirt and beret that Bryan did. Seth pulled his stake from his cane. The leader of The Bloodsucking Boys, not actually a boy, but a girl named Koren, flourished his/her stick. Jay pulled of one of his white gloves. Brendon snapped eagerly as he held it over the ground. As he dropped it, the vampires scattered.
Seth and Erik looked at each other and nodded. There were two girls in the Bloodsucking Boys, which meant they could do what they did best. They both raised their left arms, eyes intent on their targets. Koren and her friend Sarah found that they were unable to tear themselves away and began to walk towards them. The two men flicked their hands over their heads and Sarah walked around Seth, whereas Koren spun around Erik, both of them mesmerised by a gloved hand. The older vampires slipped an arm around the girls' waists, pulling them in close, and moved their hands over the top, ending in bringing it to their left shoulders. The two girls' waists bent backwards like contortionists. They spun them out in an elegant dance. With their right hands, they clasped the girls' left, bringing it on a par with their masked heads and their left hands, no longer needed in the seducing of the girls, slipped around the female's waists again. They pulled them down, like the climax in a waltz. If they were human, the two men would have sunk their fangs into the unprotected feminine necks but, as it was, Seth staked Sarah and Erik dropped Koren, leaving Seth to do the dirty work.
No matter how long I am a hunter, the Dance of Death will never fail to make tears come to my eyes. The sheer elegance of Seth and Erik, the animalistic pride that radiates from them. I've been caught in it before, but thank God it was only Erik. Because, when he dropped me, Seth wasn't quick enough to turn me and the boys (well, Lee and Johnny) got me out before anything drastic happened. But you remain mesmerised for a while. It's quite freaky actually, because it's as though you're watching yourself, you have no control over your body, and a little voice is saying inside your head 'This isn't so bad'…
Kai rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and slammed his foot into the punch bag. He made light work of it, making it dust in a few quick seconds. He picked up one of the practice stakes that Seth had left and narrowed his eyes. He released three of them in quick succession, yelling expletives at the top of his voice.
"Well… So this is how an Eternal Flame trains?" A familiar voice sneered. Kai spun around to answer, but only felt darkness and a sudden, blinding pain.
It's so dark… I'm so scared… I didn't understand, one minute I was sparring, the next there was that voice… How could anyone break the shields? I mean, it was Brendon and Gerard that set them up, and their psychic powers are amazing…
Well, did you like that?
I am sorry to say, I will not be updating frequently. We're losing this laptop, so I have to wait until my other gets internet connection. But I will NOT abandon this story!
(And do you think I should put Will Scarlett in it?)