Hours after the strange man had done…that…to him, Felipe woke up to see a policeman looking over him with a frown. “Hmm,”[/SIZE] the police-man said. [color=red]“I see that you’ve awaken, have you not, Professor Moreno?”

Groggily he sat up, trying to make out what had happened to him. All Felipe knew was that he was thirsty, very thirsty. He had dried blood on his lip, and he went to wipe it away. Then he noticed that his canines were just way too long…they hadn’t been so long a few hours ago…he touched them and frowned. Just like that strange man… Felipe thought looking at the cop.

Felipe could see his heart beating, blood flowing through his veins and Felipe felt an irresistible urge to drink it…Felipe needed blood…he desired it more than he’d wanted anything else in his entire life. Felipe jumped up onto his feet and looked at his hands and smiled. He’d never been able to leapt from the ground like that before. Could the strange man have transferred his powers to Felipe? There was only one way to find out.

He looked at the police man again, the blood-thirst coming back to him now that he’d come off the new discovery of his agility. The police man looked at Felipe awkwardly, and then said “Professor Moreno…are you okay? Do you want me to take you to a Hospital? Your pale, and I couldn’t find your pulse. And those canines of yours…you look like a Vampire, Professor.”

Felipe smiled as it came to him. “Exactly, Good Sir,” responded Felipe with a wide smile. “I am a Vampire.”

The new Vampire leapt forewords and towards the police officer, who seeing Felipe’s movement moved out of the way, making the Spaniard miss. Felipe, fell onto the floor but cleanly rolled and stood up again to look at the police officer whom had already drawn his weapon and was pointing at Felipe. “Stop or I’ll shoot!”

Remembering the other Vampire’s speed, Felipe crouched quickly and jump upwards at a sixty-degree angle, kicking the gun upwards, and then twirling around slightly in mid air to land a kick on the Officer’s head. The man fell down to the ground rolling a d cursing as hi hat flew off, revealing the bleeding wound that Felipe had caused on his head. [Bleeding wound,[/I] Felipe repeated to himself as his eyes stayed on the wound. The thirst was painful now...he needed the blood or Felipe had no doubt that he would perish.

Felipe leapt once more towards the policeman who rolled away from Felipe. He landed in a crouched position as the policeman rolled until he could stand up again and dive towards the gun. Felipe dived towards it as well, but he knew that even with his speed he’d not get to it before the officer.

Just as he was about to land on him the man turned around and squeezed the trigger. Felipe saw the first shot coming towards him and evaded it. Sadly, he could evade the second one. He felt the bullet pierce his skin, the lead object burning dug inwards until it finally escaped out his front. Felipe screamed in pain, but strangely felt something switch on in his body and looked at the wound as it started to auto-heal it’s self.

“Hmm?” he asked himself, then turned around to face the police officer whom had gone pale. Then Felipe heard three more shots escape the weapons’ barrel. Two embedded themselves in Felipe, then escape out the other sides, but the last Felipe ignored the horrible pain and caught it win his fingers and swung, using kinetic energy to change it’s course to the mortal’s handgun. The bullet didn’t hit the policeman, but instead knocked out the weapon form his hand.

“Who…what are you?” asked the man. Felipe smiled, remembering the other Vampire’s words. “Who I am is none of your concern, mortal.” Felipe headed towards the policeman, who started to crab-walk backwards, then scrambled to his feet, ready to fight for his life.

The policeman was the first to swing a punch at Felipe who easily evaded it, twirling to the side and catching the arm, and in a few movements it snapped. As the man screamed in pain, Felipe twirled back to where he’d been back before and looked at his prey suffering, tears in the policeman’s eyes. Felipe dashed up front to him and uppercut him throwing him back nearly ten feet, and slamming him back into the tree trunk.

Immediately, Felipe was by his side and tired of playing with the policeman. He grabbed him by the neck and tossed him upwards into the tree. With a flip he was up there as well, a satanic smile on his face. He bared his fangs, and jumped on top of the mortal, and before he knew it, he’d sunk his teeth into the policeman’s neck and sucked hard on his neck, forcing the bllod to flow from his aorta to pump out the blood harder.

Felipe let out a groan of pleasure as the warm liquid flowing down his throat. He finished the man before time, not taking in the death. Felipe didn’t know that drinking the death was bad for him, but it was pretty much beginner’s luck. He’d just dropped the man as soon as he felt that the blood was starting to flow slower.

Dropping the policeman, and leaving him in the tree, Felipe jumped down onto the ground and looked around himself. He want over to where he’d dropped his brief case so many hours before and made his way home.


****The Next Night****

Darkness enveloped the apartment in which Felipe lived, all the shades were down, and the curtains closed. He’d gotten home near dawn after two more victims and had discovered that the sun was painful to him. He’d laid down and had fallen asleep. Now he awoke the next night, and the blood-thirst had started again. He shook his head as he made his way to his closet and changed his clothes and made for the street….back to Cedarwood Park…maybe to find the Vampire who’d infected him. But, mainly for more prey. Many more prey.

As soon as he arrived he caught a powerful presence…the first presence since become a Vampire he had felt…he’d not even felt his Sire’s presence. But…he some how knew that this one wasn’t his…some one who was stronger. He made his way foreword and saw the darkish woman standing there in the darkness, her beauty was great…but what intrigued him more was…how was she so strong? Why wasn’t she pale but…dark?

He slowly advanced towards her silently…



me so long to write this, Naf…enjoy! :)))

Telepathy was a wondrous thing. From her position perched on top of a lamp post, Nafretiri could feel the city thriving beneath her. Every miniscule thought that mortals had collided with the mental shields she had erected so as not to invade their personal space. Nevertheless, she could feel the thoughts, like insects, flittering in every small crevice. It was something that she'd become accustomed to in her many years of life, and it was something that now proved to be a comfort for her in the dark twilights of her life. It was only when a sickening cry of fear shattered through her carefully constructed shields that she did open her eyes to the soft orange light from beneath her.

The cry had been mortal, that she could deduce right away. Those thoughts of mortals were much louder than the ones of her fellow vampiric kindred. A small frown on her face, like something had puzzled her, she held her hands in front of her and simply walked off the edge of the light, defying all laws of physics by simply landing on her feet and continuing on. Her dress floated around her as the heels she continually wore clicked softly on the pavement, echoing through the vastness of the empty park. Like it was a beacon, she followed this human sound, until it became a cry of fear. Her pace hastened into the growth, until she came to the edge of the wood, watching in silent surprise as she saw a vampire throw the man around like her were but a doll.

He was young, very young, she noted, placing a hand on a tree and drawing nearer to it, the shadows acting like a blanket for both her appearance and her power. Nafretiri's head cocked to the side as she surveyed the scene. It was distasteful, that was certainly true, but he was the equivalent of a babe learning to walk. She would not judge him solely on these acts. Her gaze was still on him as he left the park.

Emerging from the darkness, she took one look at the body of the police officer in the tree and gave a sigh, like one a mother would give when she found that her child had fingerpainted on the walls. Levitating him down, she picked him up with strenght that no woman her size should possess and took him to his car. Gingerly setting him inside, she frowned at the radio that kept making sounds. It was beyond her how the thing worked, so instead tried various gizmos until she found one that turned the siren on. As it began to blare, she took out a sai and carefully pricked her finger, letting only a single drop drip onto the wounds and heal them almost completely. Satisfied, she disappeared into the darkness of the night before the first onlooker came to investigate.

That first night, she followed this new vampire, cleaning up after him. He did not kill his victims, and that was good. She was able to return them all home with erased memories and healed throats before searching out the fledgling again. It was only when he retired to his house that she too hurried home.

It was her experience that he would return to the place he had started out at on the second night, therefore she would meet him there if his sire did not show up. Donning a black greek style dress, and cloak (one which she thought she would never wear again) she headed to the spot where he had awoken, and merely stood. Not a single muscle had moved in her entire being until she felt his prescence draw near. His gaze was upon her, and he was approaching silently when she finally spoke.

"It would not be kind to sneak up upon a lady, now would it?" Her voice was amused, but not overly so. She turned slowly to look at him, one eyebrow raised. She bowed her head slightly, before straightening, the same look on her face. "Might I help you?" She already knew what it was he was going to ask, but felt that she should not show such displays of power on one so young.

The two-night-old Vampire looked at this strange being with a slight frown. She had noticed him just as he’d “noticed” her. Stepping forewords to where he thought she could see him well, he looked the dark-ish skinned woman over. At first he didn’t say anything and instead decided only to look at her intense beauty instead. He cocked his head silently, not exactly sure if he wanted to respond to her. She was strange to him after all, and from what he felt from her he knew that if she wished she could easily crush him beneath her feet.

Felipe was immensely mystified by the color of her skin…until his pale white color, her was bronze-ish in tone, and that meant that before she was turned she had been a woman of color…and had probably lived in Africa. He just knew she had to have lived there, if only because he felt that she was thousands of years old, until his two days. She just seemed wise in a away he couldn’t explain. Could she know all the answers he sought?

“I am sorry…” he said softly to her, his eyes shifting from side to side nervously. “Err…” he thought of a question…or even a response to hers. “I suppose you could…I would to know…I would like to know…What have I become? What am I? Why was I made into what I am? Why me? What do I have to kill every time that wretched thirst takes over me?”

He seemed nervous. It was an emotion Nafretiri could pinpoint well in others, as they generally got that way around her, even when she’d done nothing to deserve such treatment. In contradiction to this, he was staring. This too, she had become accustomed to, though she had no idea what people could find so utterly appealing about her appearance. Then again, they saw what she could not, never having looked in the mirror. The thought drifted away. Surely she did not deserve such looks, and it made her humble. She was half tempted to tell him to turn away, but did not, as she did not want to frighten the poor fledgling to death. She knew he had felt her power, and that was his reason for approaching her. Nothing more, nothing less.

Or so she assumed. There had never been another reason for a person to approach her blindly on the street save if they felt her power. None of her kindred had ever come simply to talk to her. Her first and most recently ended friendship had started (but not finished) over something as trivial as money. She’d collected lots of it over the ages, and still had no idea what people found so appealing about it.

Her eyebrow raised again as she looked at him, a small smile on her face. “I would have thought that by your actions and words last night, you already knew what you were. Did you not confess to the man you first fed upon that you were so? A vampire? From where I stood, that was what fell upon my ears. Did you intend to speak falsely?” It amused her that he seemed so sure of himself one night, but the next he was questioning everything that he himself had said. “Do not be fooled by your misconceptions that such beings as we are do not exist, for as you can see and experience for yourself, we are very much real.”

Nafretiri folded her hands in front of her. “As for why you were subjected to the change… That I cannot say. The only person who can answer these questions are the being that made you. Only he can tell you the reasons, for I have none. As for the thirst… you must hunt humans – but discreetly. Nothing at all like what you did last night, and you must cover your tracks, so that we should not be found. Otherwise, you may as well join the Tarepha, in their unruly, sadistic ranks. I am sure they would take pleasure in one such as you.” There was a bit of insight in the last sentence, and she left it open so that he was free to make his own assumptions.

“Yesterday…yesterday was strange…” he said softly, remembering the fight. He looked over to the tree with a frown. He tried to remember what had overcome him yesterday…he knew what he’d been doing, he remembered it clearly, though the only thing he knew was that he hadn’t been able to stop himself. He’d enjoyed killing the mortal and drinking his blood. “I hadn’t meant to do what I did…but that blood-thirst just seemed to be the strangest thing I’d ever felt…I needed the blood that the man could give me. I couldn’t stop myself, you should know how I feel…your like me, but stronger…. I can’t be held responsible for what I did yesterday…I wanted to scare him, hurt him and savor the red fluid…and yes…we are real…I am, real at least…you are as well…and so was [I]He[/],” Felipe said, remember the man who had changed him into what he was.

Somehow, Felipe hoped that the man would appear today, to give him reasons, tell him why he’d ruined Felipe’s life, made him what he was….a bloodthirsty monster. Felipe didn’t want this…he wanted to cry…he wanted to lose this power and be normal and not have to kill to survive. Felipe nodded, and absorbed what she told him quickly. A question bubbled out of his mouth without warning. “What’s a Tarepha?”

"The first day always is," said Nafretiri softly, taking a small step towards him, but trying to remain unobtrusive. "It is that much more difficult without someone to guide you through it. I speak from experience." When she had first awoken from the change, she'd opened her eyes in time to see her sire stealing her belongings and leaving. He gave her one short sentence and then had left, leaving her to fend for herself. Unlike this new one however, Nafretiri had not felt the pull of blood so strongly. She'd wandered around in a near comatose state for days until she'd accidentally killed someone and tasted their blood. It was only until later that she even knew to use her fangs. Unlike the children of this century, she had not been brought up in a world where vampires were commonplace, and most children knew what they are.

Seeing that he had begun to cry, she made her way closer to him. "One learns to get used to it. Soon, you shall not need to feed nearly as much, and you never need to kill your victims for what you need of them." She gave a short chuckle. "I would expect that I'd be older than you, as I am probably the eldest being you have ever encountered in your life." She did not say how old she was, staying true to the statement that women never give out their ages.

"There is much you have to learn, for you are in danger without the knowledge." Nafretiri paused, not only for effect, but wondering where to start. "In this city, there are five covens. Depending upon your tastes, and your vampiric abilities, you can choose to join one. The Tarepha is one such a coven, but it is the bloodiest. The members of the coven pride themselves in commiting horrible acts against their humans, killing them, torturing them, and leaving the corpses for members of my coven, the Amman, to clean up after."

Felipe looked up at her and nodded, somewhat consoled. Well…for a few seconds at least. He realized what she said and repeated it in his head, ”…without someone to guide you…”. Did that mean that he’d been orphaned by his creator, whoever he was? His head was plagued by questions again, only none of these were things he would ask out loud, and he tried to push the dark questions away before he felt them actually totally formulate.

He nodded. “I hope your right…I don’t want to be overtaken by these…frenzies…every night.” Felipe chuckled. “I never learned any of this at school…I suppose I’ll have to learn as I go along…”

“I would love to learn…but if my creator is gone, who would do it? I would ask you, m’lady, but I assume that you are very busy.” He said to her during her pause, then listened attentively to her as she explained to him how the Vampires of Demaitre worked…or at least…what had she called them? Ah! Yes, the covens…

Which would he belong to? Felipe asked himself, wondering. He only knew how one... Tarepha …worked and the thought of living every night murdering mortals in brutal ways from the Coven that this woman…Nafretiri… belonged to. “Which would I belong to?” he finally asked. “How are the other Covens? I mean…how do you know which coven you belong to?”

She could see the anguish behind him, for she had felt it too the first time she'd found out what a sire was supposed to do. The feeling of abandonment or your Sire was one that could not be duplicated by any mortal event, not even the abandonment of a parent. No, this stretched far deeper, down to the very core of every vampire, and Nafretiri knew what it was like to feel that feeling. To say that oen felt worthless was an understatement. Still, she did not say anything to this young one. Perhaps his Sire had not yet left him to face his immortality alone.

He had sparked something within her. Only once before had she taught a young vampire all that she knew, and even Aries had not been as young as this one. Could she teach him? After all that had happened with Gabriel, could she take the chance? "If your Sire does not return, I shall take it upon myself to teach you. I may not be the best instructor, but I shall try. Nowadays, I have little left to do."

Giving him a small smile, she said, "I am of the Amman. We are the elders, the ancients, the guardians. It is our job to make sure that the secret of our race does not fall upon mortals." She surveyed him quietly. "As for you, you may join any coven you wish, save perhaps the Amman, as you are too young. The Nephim respect both vampires, and mortals, but most have mixed morals about both. The Enashe love humans, even inviting them into their coven, and hate those that do not respect them. The Ishak are what you would call, 'traditional' vampires. They are ones who believe themselves to be superior, and do not heed orders."

Felipe looked up at Nafretiri with a look of astonishment. He didn’t believe it…had she just volunteered to care for him? Had she volunteered to aid him, to teach him what there was to know about his being a Vampire? He shuddered. He didn’t like call himself a Vampire. He then looked up at Nafretiri and smiled. “Really? Would you do that for me?” he asked her, like a child who’s parent had just told them that they would buy them a new toy. Like a child at an orphanage who had just been told he was going to have a family. “It would be…it would be the most wonderful thing that you could do for me! I mean…thank you for considering it…”

He nodded, understanding. Felipe’s teachers had always praised him for his quick learning, and he seemed to absorb information quicker than he had before. “So, that is why the man…the people I…drunk from yesterday have left? Are gone? You took them away so they’re body would not be discovered?” he asked, but he barely got the entire question out correctly. “The Tarepha and the Ishak are the Vampires like we…I saw in the movies as a child? Blood thirsty monsters and such?”

Nafretiri gave him a soft smile, a small bit pleased with his reaction. It was not often she offered her services, and only did so when she felt that they merited her aid. This was one such occasion. There was a connection between her and this young one, even if not profound. She would not let him suffer her fate, even if she had come to be one of the oldest beings in the city. "I accept your thanks, though you have little to thank me for at the moment. You may thank me after you understand what it is you can do and cannot do. Does this seem just?"

Though her face showed nothing, she was a bit surprised at his question. Most vampires did not give a second thought to whom they killed on their first few nights, and it was only after the fact that they remembered them. "They have been dealt with. You did not kill them, and I erased all marks that you had put on them. They lack blood, but with proper attention, they should survive, as I feel they should." Nafretiri never killed her prey unless they absolutely deserved it or she had no other alternative. It was something she'd picked up after years of killing.

She nodded. "Yes, they are like that, only... They can be more seductive than you realize. They do not look like that - what was his name? - Nosferatu. They can appear completely normal until you uncover them." A dark frown crossed her face. "The Tarepha leader in particular looks innocent, a sadist with the face of a child."

Felipe nodded, and listened to her closely without saying a word. He was starting to feel the thirst again…

((OOC: How about we wrap up this thread? I think what we wanted to happen has happened no? And I’m running out of ideas for him to think/say….))

Yuk, yuk, yuk.......one liner...bleh....*pukes*