Post by Mistress Fangs on Mar 2, 2011 13:31:09 GMT -6
Title: Blood Moon
Author: Mistress Fangs
Rating: PG-13
Summary: I fail at summaries so not even going to try
November the 5th 1930, London England 8pm
“Bloody Hell!”
A number of London citizens looked in the direction of the shout. Profanities were not commonly heard in public; but from a young lady were even stranger. Cayden Riley Pryce stood up from where she had slid down the hill and dusted her self off as best she could.
“Brilliant, just bloody brilliant,” She cursed at herself as she began to run once again, not caring about the dirt on her clothing and skin.
She knew people had to be concerned by her manner of dress. She was in a US army dress uniform. This day and age only men fought in the way women were generally only in the medical tents as nurses, so the thought that the Yanks were letting young ladies fight in the war was unthinkable. Normally she appeared to look like a young man, her hair long was hidden under her hat, the long wool coat that now blew open behind her was normally buttoned closed to hide her figure. As she ran as quickly as possible determined not to loose who she was following, her hair which had started out pristine earlier this evening was now disheveled and flying not only behind her but in her dirt streaked face.
She was hunting down a lead and she wasn’t the least bit ready to give it up. To everyone around her she looked like she was seventeen, in truth she should’ve been 28. But with her… uniqueness she would not age another day, just like her grandfather. She had gained a lead on the vampire she was chasing a week ago and she wasn’t about to lose it, her heals clicking on the cobblestones as she continued running.
She had originally heard about vampires from her grandfather, what had intrigued her was when he mentioned that there was a small handful that didn’t feed on human blood. There had been one in particular that she was tracking… the one that had killed her father. Her hope was that this was him; she had been trying to track/hunt him down since she had turned 18 and learned that she had all the time she wanted to find him.
Edward Anthony Mason Cullen continued running not looking behind him, putting on as much speed as possible for him. But she still kept on his tail. He had never smelt anything like that in his first 12 years… The smell of her blood, it took everything he had not to turn around and hunt her down. She moved unlike any immortal he had ever seen before, the grace of her movements were that of a trained vampire. He had never met anyone he couldn’t loose while running… until now.
Part of him insisted he loop back around her back to read her mind and find out what she was thinking whether she was an enemy or a friend. He slowed down only slightly, so that he could hear her thoughts, the only problem was…. There was nothing there… nothing he could hear… What the hell? He had never come across this before… Part of him thought about stopping and talking to the girl. He knew that he wouldn’t be in any danger from her. He took a left turn and small grin forming on his lips when he heard her follow down the dead end.
“Nowhere to run now vampire,” She said, stopping she wasn’t even the least bit winded which was surprising for a mortal.
He turned to face her, glad that the wind wasn’t blowing, “Did you ever think I meant to lead you down here.” He said walking towards her; the 2 began to circle one another.
“That’s fine with me, if you’re who I’m looking for then we will need the privacy.” She said.
Edward nodded softly Carlisle had mentioned that there were normal vampires that would come through London. One must have killed someone dear to this girl and she was hunting them down. What surprised him was that she had yet to reach into her pocket for a weapon… A wooden stake had been the most popular as of late from the vampire tales. He took a good look at the girl; she was a beauty there was no doubt about that something classic about the way she looked, she held herself in a proud manner, if she was afraid of him or nervous she hid it very well.
“So why are you dressed as a Yank?” he asked curious, he was trying to distract her to try and get into her head, his Chicago accent still stood out a little bit.
“Easier to blend in some places, I tuck my hair up in a men’s cap and keep my head down I’m just another one of the army boys.” She said a small grin forming on her face, her accent suggested she was anything but a yank.
“May I ask your name?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“I’ve never met anyone that can keep up with me in running, let alone an ordinary human.” He said, he couldn’t help but notice the slight snicker when he called her ordinary, “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing you’ll find out soon enough, my name is Cayden Price, and yours?” she asked he noticed her hands were open at her sides.
“Edward Cullen.” As he said it he noticed her relax, what almost seemed like disappointment in her eyes.
“I was mistaken.” She said she pulled her hat out of her pocket and placed it back on her head, “I apologize for the misunderstanding and chasing you Mr. Cullen, you are not the one I’m looking for, have a good night, Cheers.” With a touch to the brim of her hat, she gave him a small nod and began to leave the alley way.
Edward looked at her confused not exactly sure how to take that. He realized he couldn’t let her leave yet. She knew what he was and yet he was not afraid of him. Most people ran in fear when they realized what he was. That and he wanted to figure out why he couldn’t read her mind… He jogged slightly ahead to catch up to her, he couldn’t help but notice her hair was once again to is pristine condition and hidden under her hat like it was when the chase had began
“It’s quite alright Ms. Price.” He said walking alongside her, “May I ask who it is your looking for?”
“One of your kind by the name of James,” She said as they continued their way back onto the main roads.
“I’m not familiar with that name but I will keep an eye out for him.” He said with slight smile at the thought of seeing her again.
“Thank you.” She said with a small smile as well. Though he could tell she was anywhere from happy.
“If I may ask why are you looking for him?”
“If you must know he killed my father.” She said softly as they rejoined the busy streets.
“I apologize.”
“He meant the world to me and as long as it takes I will find him and kill him.” She said as they made their way through the crowds.
“Hmm… I have never met a young woman like you most now a days are worrying about who they will marry.”
“I am not like other young woman.”
“How so?”
“Marriage isn’t really an option for me.”
“Oh but it must be”
“No actually it’s not,” she said then soft enough that Edward knew it was a comment to herself, “Not unless he’s immortal as well.”
A small smile graced his lips; that’s what he had seen in her eyes. She looked about his… well for lack of a better term age. Where her true age was shown was in her eyes.
“Ah I see.” He said.
Cayden looked as though she was going to protest something but thought against it only shaking her head.
“There is one thing though Mr. Cullen, your eyes… They’re… Different from other vampires, other ones I’ve seen their eyes are bright red, yours are… almost like a topaz.”
“Ah that’s because I have a different… let’s call it diet than the rest of my kind.”
“Ah you’re one of the ones that drink animal blood.” She said softly careful to make sure that no one else heard the two of them.
“You know of the…”
“Other diet, yes my grandfather has been around quite a long time back when the US was still a new country, 1790 was when he first found out he was… like me. He’s met both ‘types’ of your kind.”
“And lived?”
“Yes actually.”
“May I ask if you know the names of them?” he said delicately… Only one of them had been around that long.
“I don’t but my Grandfather does, he speaks quite highly of the one that’s like you actually.”
“May I speak with him, if possible?”
Cade gave him a small smile, the back of her mind happy at the fact she’d get to see him again. “I believe that can be arranged… Shall we say tomorrow at noon?” she said and pulled a pen from her pocket and reached for his hand.
He seemed hesitant but still gave her his hand. She seemed unfazed at the temperature or the texture of it as she wrote her address onto the back of his hand. He also couldn’t help but feel the small jolt when the 2 of them touched.
“Till tomorrow then” he said and before she could pull her hand away he pressed his lips to the back of her hand.
She smiled at him and nodded, “Tomorrow Mr. Cullen.”
Author: Mistress Fangs
Rating: PG-13
Summary: I fail at summaries so not even going to try
November the 5th 1930, London England 8pm
“Bloody Hell!”
A number of London citizens looked in the direction of the shout. Profanities were not commonly heard in public; but from a young lady were even stranger. Cayden Riley Pryce stood up from where she had slid down the hill and dusted her self off as best she could.
“Brilliant, just bloody brilliant,” She cursed at herself as she began to run once again, not caring about the dirt on her clothing and skin.
She knew people had to be concerned by her manner of dress. She was in a US army dress uniform. This day and age only men fought in the way women were generally only in the medical tents as nurses, so the thought that the Yanks were letting young ladies fight in the war was unthinkable. Normally she appeared to look like a young man, her hair long was hidden under her hat, the long wool coat that now blew open behind her was normally buttoned closed to hide her figure. As she ran as quickly as possible determined not to loose who she was following, her hair which had started out pristine earlier this evening was now disheveled and flying not only behind her but in her dirt streaked face.
She was hunting down a lead and she wasn’t the least bit ready to give it up. To everyone around her she looked like she was seventeen, in truth she should’ve been 28. But with her… uniqueness she would not age another day, just like her grandfather. She had gained a lead on the vampire she was chasing a week ago and she wasn’t about to lose it, her heals clicking on the cobblestones as she continued running.
She had originally heard about vampires from her grandfather, what had intrigued her was when he mentioned that there was a small handful that didn’t feed on human blood. There had been one in particular that she was tracking… the one that had killed her father. Her hope was that this was him; she had been trying to track/hunt him down since she had turned 18 and learned that she had all the time she wanted to find him.
Edward Anthony Mason Cullen continued running not looking behind him, putting on as much speed as possible for him. But she still kept on his tail. He had never smelt anything like that in his first 12 years… The smell of her blood, it took everything he had not to turn around and hunt her down. She moved unlike any immortal he had ever seen before, the grace of her movements were that of a trained vampire. He had never met anyone he couldn’t loose while running… until now.
Part of him insisted he loop back around her back to read her mind and find out what she was thinking whether she was an enemy or a friend. He slowed down only slightly, so that he could hear her thoughts, the only problem was…. There was nothing there… nothing he could hear… What the hell? He had never come across this before… Part of him thought about stopping and talking to the girl. He knew that he wouldn’t be in any danger from her. He took a left turn and small grin forming on his lips when he heard her follow down the dead end.
“Nowhere to run now vampire,” She said, stopping she wasn’t even the least bit winded which was surprising for a mortal.
He turned to face her, glad that the wind wasn’t blowing, “Did you ever think I meant to lead you down here.” He said walking towards her; the 2 began to circle one another.
“That’s fine with me, if you’re who I’m looking for then we will need the privacy.” She said.
Edward nodded softly Carlisle had mentioned that there were normal vampires that would come through London. One must have killed someone dear to this girl and she was hunting them down. What surprised him was that she had yet to reach into her pocket for a weapon… A wooden stake had been the most popular as of late from the vampire tales. He took a good look at the girl; she was a beauty there was no doubt about that something classic about the way she looked, she held herself in a proud manner, if she was afraid of him or nervous she hid it very well.
“So why are you dressed as a Yank?” he asked curious, he was trying to distract her to try and get into her head, his Chicago accent still stood out a little bit.
“Easier to blend in some places, I tuck my hair up in a men’s cap and keep my head down I’m just another one of the army boys.” She said a small grin forming on her face, her accent suggested she was anything but a yank.
“May I ask your name?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“I’ve never met anyone that can keep up with me in running, let alone an ordinary human.” He said, he couldn’t help but notice the slight snicker when he called her ordinary, “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing you’ll find out soon enough, my name is Cayden Price, and yours?” she asked he noticed her hands were open at her sides.
“Edward Cullen.” As he said it he noticed her relax, what almost seemed like disappointment in her eyes.
“I was mistaken.” She said she pulled her hat out of her pocket and placed it back on her head, “I apologize for the misunderstanding and chasing you Mr. Cullen, you are not the one I’m looking for, have a good night, Cheers.” With a touch to the brim of her hat, she gave him a small nod and began to leave the alley way.
Edward looked at her confused not exactly sure how to take that. He realized he couldn’t let her leave yet. She knew what he was and yet he was not afraid of him. Most people ran in fear when they realized what he was. That and he wanted to figure out why he couldn’t read her mind… He jogged slightly ahead to catch up to her, he couldn’t help but notice her hair was once again to is pristine condition and hidden under her hat like it was when the chase had began
“It’s quite alright Ms. Price.” He said walking alongside her, “May I ask who it is your looking for?”
“One of your kind by the name of James,” She said as they continued their way back onto the main roads.
“I’m not familiar with that name but I will keep an eye out for him.” He said with slight smile at the thought of seeing her again.
“Thank you.” She said with a small smile as well. Though he could tell she was anywhere from happy.
“If I may ask why are you looking for him?”
“If you must know he killed my father.” She said softly as they rejoined the busy streets.
“I apologize.”
“He meant the world to me and as long as it takes I will find him and kill him.” She said as they made their way through the crowds.
“Hmm… I have never met a young woman like you most now a days are worrying about who they will marry.”
“I am not like other young woman.”
“How so?”
“Marriage isn’t really an option for me.”
“Oh but it must be”
“No actually it’s not,” she said then soft enough that Edward knew it was a comment to herself, “Not unless he’s immortal as well.”
A small smile graced his lips; that’s what he had seen in her eyes. She looked about his… well for lack of a better term age. Where her true age was shown was in her eyes.
“Ah I see.” He said.
Cayden looked as though she was going to protest something but thought against it only shaking her head.
“There is one thing though Mr. Cullen, your eyes… They’re… Different from other vampires, other ones I’ve seen their eyes are bright red, yours are… almost like a topaz.”
“Ah that’s because I have a different… let’s call it diet than the rest of my kind.”
“Ah you’re one of the ones that drink animal blood.” She said softly careful to make sure that no one else heard the two of them.
“You know of the…”
“Other diet, yes my grandfather has been around quite a long time back when the US was still a new country, 1790 was when he first found out he was… like me. He’s met both ‘types’ of your kind.”
“And lived?”
“Yes actually.”
“May I ask if you know the names of them?” he said delicately… Only one of them had been around that long.
“I don’t but my Grandfather does, he speaks quite highly of the one that’s like you actually.”
“May I speak with him, if possible?”
Cade gave him a small smile, the back of her mind happy at the fact she’d get to see him again. “I believe that can be arranged… Shall we say tomorrow at noon?” she said and pulled a pen from her pocket and reached for his hand.
He seemed hesitant but still gave her his hand. She seemed unfazed at the temperature or the texture of it as she wrote her address onto the back of his hand. He also couldn’t help but feel the small jolt when the 2 of them touched.
“Till tomorrow then” he said and before she could pull her hand away he pressed his lips to the back of her hand.
She smiled at him and nodded, “Tomorrow Mr. Cullen.”