Thread: Unusual Circumstances (Me and darkangel76)

The night seemed to be dragging on, creeping by at a glacial pace making Lydia Eridian simply ache with both frustration and anticipation. Another group had been sent out earlier in the evening, just after sundown, to begin their hunt, hunts that had become all too regular as of late, hunts that she was hoping would one day be productive. Lydia paced back and forth as the night wore on. Her brother, Philip, glared at her as she walked back and forth and back again, a glowering grimace plastered across his grizzled face. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him watching her and it unsettled her. Finally, she turned to look at him, her fierce dark eyes flashing with a sudden burst of anger. Look the other way, Philip, Lydia spoke, her voice a strange sort of calm. Philip just continued to stare at her, his lips turning upward into a sly grin. It was clear that he felt hed just achieved a small victory of sorts getting underneath his sisters skin. Running her long fingers through her thick, dark hair, Lydia scowled. She walked up to her brother and immediately slapped him across the face. She was tired of him always trying to exert authority over her. She was the eldest she led this sect. Of course, she trusted him completely, but that didnt give him the right to overstep the lenient bounds she gave him either. Philip didnt flinch as Lydias hand struck him, causing his lower lip to bleed ever so slightly. Temper, temper, sister, he responded, his voice just as calm as hers, the smile still playing on his lips as his tongue darted out to taste the bit of blood that trickled from his lip. Lydia just eyed her brother, her blood boiling. He could be absolutely insufferable when he wanted to be. This hunt had better be productive this time. The last few have brought me nothing but sniveling vampires who proved no more useful than the dirt on the ground. Patience, sister, Philip said which only made Lydia more frustrated. Patience. Philip had told Lydia to remain patient far too many times for her liking, though she knew he was right. And his idea of taking the offensive and seeking out vampires to give them information to help them gain the upper hand in the war was a good one. It had served its purpose fairly well, giving them small bits of information not only on the vampire kind, but on their strategies toward winning the war over the lycans, her people. It had also served as a means of relief, allowing her and the others of her sect to release their anger on those wishing to annihilate them, trying to gain complete dominance over the night. Just then, two wolves bounded into the room, shifting their shape into those of men. My lady, one of the lycans spoke as he gave her a curt bow. Weve found another. He may yet prove useful, he added. The other lycan chuckled, giving Lydia a bow. His tone and action caused Philip to quirk up an eyebrow in interest. And if not, at least we can all have fun unleashing our wrath upon him. Vampire scum. Lydia nodded. Bring him in, she said, her voice cold, monotone, all emotion gone as her face hardened. Thoughts of how the vampires had slaughtered her parents and her oldest brother reeling through her mind. She wondered if through all of this she would ever learn which ones had been responsible for their deaths. Just then, the two lycans shifted back into their wolf forms and scampered out of the room, ready to relay Lydias demand to the others whod gone on the hunt. Within minutes, theyd returned along with the others, net in tow. Her eyes flashed as they opened the net, dumping their captive at her feet for her inspection. Lydia kneeled down on the cold, stone floor so that she could get a better look at the vampire before her. The moment her eyes took in his face she felt a strange, warm sensation beginning to burn somewhere deep inside her body. It was odd and the pull strong. Bothered by what she was feeling, she stood up and looked away trying to regain her focus.