Thread: The Truce (Nekrosilisk88 & darkangel76)

The air was thick with chill as the silvery moon shone down hard overhead, its rays harsh as they filtered through the purposeful gapes of the red velvet drapes that hung from ceiling to floor. The room was cold, all gray stone and damp, as the wind howled outside and a draft swept through it causing the young vampire girl who sat there to shiver as the cold washed over her completely as if devouring her whole. After all, it wasn't every day one was told that they were 'chosen'. Estella Marrin , halfbreed daughter of renowned and respected elder, Horace Marrin, sat there as still as a marble statue though her insides felt frozen at the choice of fates she'd just been givenone of which where she could choose to end the war of centuries between her people and the lycans, a truce they'd all been wanting, but thought could never be. But now... now it seemed that such a fate could be upon them all and she, the daughter of Horace Marrin, could play a crucial role and speed up the process, if she dared to let her bloodline take precedence over everything else. As Estella looked up into the cool blue eyes of her father's, eyes uncannily matching her own, she could easily see that the vampire so old beyond his youthful appearance, wanted her to help end the fighting. He was weary of it. Tired. And she couldn't fault him for wanting such an end. But, to give up the hope of love when she had an eternity of life ahead of her? Could she truly marry a lycan? Well, she supposed she could, if she loved him. But... she wouldn't know this one, how could she know...? Then again, this was for her people. For her father. To end a centuries long war. So many lives would be savedvampires, lycans, humans. A soft sigh rolled over Estella's red lips, her skin growing even paler as a ray of moonlight settled upon her form. Her expression went distant as she thought on her past, how she came to 'be'. She hadn't 'turned' like the majority of vampires. No. She'd been bred to become what she was, half human, half vampire. Royalty and vampiric elder. She had strong blood running through her veins and when she'd come of age, like all halfbreed vampires, the vampire within took over and the transition took place. It had been hard that first nightcoming to understand the blood lust and the other abilities, both strengths and weaknesses, of her kind. But her father had been there for her through it all. He'd always been there. Always. Tucking her dark hair behind an ear and twisting the longer ends between long, pale, slender fingers, Estella finally spoke. I accept my fate, father. Her voice was soft, almost somber, as she responded. But then in so many ways she felt as though she was giving away her life, giving it away to another whom she didn't know, to another that her kind had been fighting for centuries on end. However, she knew it was the right thing to do. Looking up into her father's eyes, she smiled at him, though her own eyes that matched his were saddened. I'll do my duty for our kind. For you. To end this suffering. She stood up and nodded at her father. Thank you, child, Horace said, his own voice soft, a mere whisper. He reached out to touch Estella's cheek and then glided out of the room. Estella's entire body felt tense and she could feel herself holding back emotions and tears. But she wouldn't cry. If she let go now, she wouldn't be able to follow through and she knew she had to for so many. Setting her jaw, she walked over to the window and pushed open the drapes allowing more of the silvery rays of moonlight to shine through her window. Standing there, she looked out into the darkness and sucked in a sharp breath, her mind reeling and wondering just what sort of lycan she'd be marrying.