A/N: By request I will be changing a few things, on my planning and on world setting.
I will be giving the Originals (and only the Originals) a few book inspired powers. But that is it.
I will also be giving Darian an upgrade in an upcoming arc in the near future, for all of you who want an even more powerful MC. But worry not, I'll make it interesting and worthwhile.
Also there are valid reasons to Rebekah's behaviour in this chapter, I will adress that in later arcs, please be patient with me.
Hope you guys have a good read.
[Blood Diary Entry]
Rebekah slammed the brakes, making the tires screech in protest, and the car swerved slightly before it came to a stop.
Meanwhile, I kept growling, not having any control over it, and it was getting more intense by the second.
Every hair on my body stood up to attention. My eyes started to glow slightly.
The two women looked at me worriedly. Not at all understanding what could warrant such a reaction from me. I guess they must think I am losing control or something along those lines.
But they couldn't be more wrong.
I sniffed the air around me.
It smelled wrong. It's like it was emotionally charged.
Filled with grief, helplessness, rage, hatred, and vengeance.
I looked around, peeking through every window.
Rebekah just looked at me curiously. Mother seemed to be having flashbacks of our encounter with the vampire.
Then I saw it, closing in, in our direction.
It was fast, impossibly so. But I didn't hear any sound that should come from a being moving at that kind of speed.
It's like it wasn't really moving at all, but I can clearly notice the distance between us diminishing.
Noticing my fixed gaze, the two women looked in the same direction I was staring at.
Rebekah's face drained of color, Mother's breath hitched, and her heart started beating almost as fast as mine.
A white 'dot' that was growing bigger by the second. It glowed bright white.
I clenched my fists tightly; my knuckles popped from the sheer strain.
Every time I breathed, a white mist came out of my mouth; the freezing temperature around us seemed to be dropping by the second. The sky also felt just a shade darker.
Yet that thing kept moving our way.
When it reached about a hundred and fifty meters from us, the 'dot' stopped, and I could finally see it for what it was.
A woman, dressed completely in white. Her skin was as pale as the rest of her clothing. Her hair was dark, and it danced in the air, impossibly so. A veil covered her face, and she held a bouquet in her hands.
Her presence was twisting my every sense.
I smelled rot, but also something impossibly sweet; my sight flickered to something more grotesque, but every time I tried to focus, it just came back to this 'innocent' depiction of hers; I heard wails and screams, but I also heard giggles and joyous laughter.
I shook my head, trying to get a grip on things.
Rebekah's hands started shaking a bit, and I caught the faintest hint of sweat.
Seems she is very afraid of this thing.
How curious that someone so feared and respected like her can also behave like a normal, scared girl at times.
I sighed.
Rebekah and Mom looked at me, both looking for my guidance. Then Rebekah seemed to chide herself for wanting to rely on a child, and I heard her cursing herself under her breath.
The figure just kept staring at me, tilting its head lightly.
"Rebekah," I called, and she looked at me, her eyes still betraying nervousness, "Take my mom out of here. I'll stall this thing, and you get away as fast as you can. I'll catch up to you guys after a while."
Rebekah seemed to be struggling with my words, but she bit her lips with such strength that they started bleeding before she nodded weakly.
Mother had a completely different reaction. She grabbed my wrist and looked at me pleadingly; fear marred her usual kind features.
"Darian, no… I forbid you!"
I sighed once again; I didn't have much time to argue, so I resumed everything in one word and one tone. "Mom, let go, now!" My voice came out imperious, leaving no room for argument.
She let go of me, albeit with great reluctance.
"Just… just come back, okay?" I nodded gently.
"You're not getting rid of me that easily." She also nodded before getting back to her seat.
The woman looking at me just tilted her head further, and she chuckled amusedly. A deep phantasmagorical chuckle.
Then she took one hand off her bouquet and waved it towards us.
The car's engine instantly died, and no matter how much Rebekah tried to ignite it again, not even a spark could be heard.
This thing doesn't want a single one of us to escape it, huh?
Well, you damn thing, I beg to differ… No one is going to harm my mother. EVER. AGAIN.
I bit down on my wrist and flicked the blood on the panel of the car.
"Try again, Rebekah."
Rebekah just stared at me like I grew horns. But she did as I said, nonetheless.
The car's engine revved back to life, and Rebekah looked at me in shock.
I chuckled and got out of the car before slamming the door behind me shut.
The 'lady' wasn't too happy about it, though.
She snarled and shrieked before waving her hand towards the car again.
This time, nothing happened.
"Now go Rebekah. Don't worry about me. Just drive as fast as you can."
Rebekah nodded and stepped on the gas. The tires screeched once more, and the SUV sped away.
The lady got pissed off and tried to pursue it, dashing away in that ridiculous speed of hers.
With a loud boom, my speed shot through the roof, and I rocketed in her direction, stopping between her and the speeding car.
She stopped and looked at me. Well, that is my assumption since her veiled head just turned towards me.
I smiled and raised a hand, making a 'no, no' sign.
"I am afraid this dance is only between us, my fair lady." I bowed theatrically in apology.
She started snarling again in that distorted voice of hers, brimming in dissatisfaction with myself.
The emotion-charged scent in the air grew more furious, an indicator of her anger, I believe.
I chuckled softly and looked back, towards the distant SUV. I would stall for time until I could barely see it, then I would leave as well.
Because powerful though a Higher Vampire may be, we as a species lack the means to deal with the metaphysical without proper preparations. The blood magic we wield requires long chants or ritualistic steps, both of which can be easily interrupted mid-combat. A weakness I will have to deal with urgently, I guess.
The 'lady' lifted her veil, her figure twisting to a nasty sight. I suddenly understood why I felt like I was seeing something grotesque.
"I retract the 'fair' part of my previous statement…"
It just screeched in fury.