Thread: The Huntsman (SweetMarie and Lost)

The world was once a beautiful place before the hunters came and ruined it for us. One of the many elders said in a hushed velveteen voice. His accent was thick in Russian and seemed to draw more attraction to him then what it should. We once thrived alongside humans and were seen as almost god like there were even movies about us. He said as if remembering these so called movies of the past. They were romantic movies about humans falling in love with us. He grinned wildly as if that would or could ever happen. That is disgusting. A young man said leaning against a wall a foot kicked up against the wall almost like it was holding him in place. Humans with vampires. She huffed in laughed Never would happen. She raised his head up slightly and the elder sighed Humans and vampires werent always enemies child. The elder said eyeing the yearling. The elder though he only looked to be about eighteen maybe nineteen was much older then he seemed. His long thick shiny black hair was pulled back at the nip of his neck into a tight ponytail that seemed to fight in a time of ancient days rather then now. Do shut up Arnold. A soft voice said from the darkness And dont speak back to your elders. The voice was feminine and delicate on the ears but there was no one there that it belonged too. I do love hearing the elders stories. The voice cooed stepping out of the shadows. Tray Bella. Arnold said standing up straight and then bowing at the hip. It wasnt typical to see Tray out of the darkness. Tray was young and beautiful even for a vampire. Her long golden hair cascaded down her neck and back like a river of gold. Her skin was clean and milky almost that of a percaline doll with no imperfections. Her eyes were pools of blackness which was one of the few ways to tell she was nothing short of a monster, that and her ruby red lips that had been stand that color over her long life span. Yes Tray was beautiful even in her own kinds eyes. She smiled allowing Arnold to see the pearly whites of her extended fangs. Tell me Elder classify our race for me What kind of vampire would you say I am. Tray said with a silken voice. I would say you are royalty or close to one. The Elders eyes flickered over Tray Bella. Yes there were classes of vampires and Tray was one of the hundreds of Royals. Tell me all the classifications. Trays voice wrapped around the elder like a snake, urging him to do as she bid him There are five classes of our race, the royals, such as yourself, the elders, like myself, the true bloods, who are born vamperic, the changelings, who are made vampires, and the fallen. He stated the races and it was easy to tell which ones were which by just the class. The last class was the reason vampires had become hunted creatures. They had become so consumed by the hunt or need for blood that they kill as much as they can and feed themselves stupid. Tray watched the elder as he tried his best to resist her charms and pull. Royals had the uncanny nature of luring or pulling any creature into their trap as long as they were a high royal. Tray turned her eyes to Arnold with a soft smile allowing her lips to part ever so little her long canines no longer sharp and extended but that of a humans. So royals can hide their feeders? Arnold asked Tray and she nodded All of use can it just hurts less when they extend for royals. She said walking over to Arnold. I have just come here to find something and its not here. She said with a long heavy sigh as if she had been searching for this thing as long as she had been alive. I suppose it goes to show you that fallen vampires are much trickier then they look. She turned on her heels and began to walk away with a bounce in her step and just like that she was gone leaving both vampires in wonder as to where and who exactly she was searching for. Sure they knew she was after a fallen but vampires never chased after fallen vampires before, so why was this one so important to her? Who was it and why did she think it was here?