Lamia Of Fortuna
Chapter One: Beginnings
“How would you like to die?” The tall man asked the small ten year old boy in front of him. The man was dressed in a long brown trench coat, a plain brown hat covering his long slightly curly dirty blond hair. He wore black sunglasses, but even though the shades covered the mans eyes, the blood red eyes could still be seen through them. He stepped forwards towards the boy, the large heavy black boots clunking against the polished wooden floor. A small cry escaped the lips of the small child as he backed away and tripped over the bloodied body of his dead mother. The man charged forward and grabbed the boy by his blue pyjama top. The man pulled him close to his face and lowered his shades.
The boy whimpered in horror as the blood red eyes seemed to pulse as they glared straight into the boys own. The teddy bear that was being strangled by the boy’s terrified grip suddenly dropped into the pool of blood that belonged to the boy’s dead sister. The boy’s baby blue eyes began to form tears as the man continued to stare into them. His shoulder-length black hair, tinted with blood of his father who lay wasted in the other room covered his eyes slightly. The man in front him brushed the hair away and spoke once more. “I asked you a question boy, now answer.”
The boy felt a tear drop from one of his eyes and opened his mouth slightly to attempt to speak. “I- I don-” The boy finished, his following words completely inaudible.
“What was that boy, I could not hear you.” The man spoke gently, as though he were a uncle taking care of his nephew. The mans eyes were slightly dimmer than they were originally and seemed to have a sad, caring look within them.
“I don’t wanna die!” The boy shouted, tears erupting from his eyes. The man stroked the boys hair and nodded. The boy winced as the man came close to him and brushed his face against the boys cheek.
“You will not die. I promise.” The man said as he kissed the boys neck. “Sleep.” As the man said this, the boy felt an agonising pain in his neck and screamed out in pain, blood began to pour from the boys neck and into the mans mouth as the fangs that protruded from his mouth stabbed into the boys neck.
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Fate Leinhart woke violently from the nightmare. He leaned up speedily and mopped his sweaty black hair out of his face as he remembered the nightmare. The sixteen year old teenager threw the thin blanket from his body and swung his legs over the bed. He rubbed his face with his hands and shivered despite being so hot. He finally gathered the strength to stand up and forced himself to look in the mirror. His medium-length black hair was wet with sweat. He brushed the hair out of his head and stared into the pale red eyes that reminded him of that night.
“Another nightmare…” Fate muttered as he jotted the time and date down into the small notepad on his desk. “Why can’t I remember anything else from that night…” He stretched his body and cracked his neck as he tried to forget the nightmare. He grabbed a towel and dried his hair and body of the remaining sweat. He opened his desk drawer and grabbed the handgun inside. “Another mystery… I’ve had you for six years and know nothing about you.”
He placed the gun on the desk and went to his wardrobe. He grabbed his long white jacket and top and quickly put them on. He grabbed his trousers and put them on also.
Knock, knock, knock.
The sudden door knocking surprised Fate and he immediately grabbed his handgun. He flipped off the safety and pointed it towards the door.
“Fate?” A young woman’s voice filled the air, the door still closed. “Fate, are you okay? I heard you shouting.” Fate relaxed as he recognised the voice. Elicia Silverton, his best friend. She and her family had taken care of him for six years now.
“El, I’m alright.” Fate told her, saddened slightly for a reason he did not understand. “Good night.”
“I- I’m here if you need me. For anything.” Elicia said, her light voice speaking to Fate’s heart. Fate heard the teenager walk away and placed his gun on the desk once more.
“I’m sorry…” Fate whispered, both to himself and to Elicia. He heard Elicia get back into bed in the other room and sat down on the bed. “I’m so sorry.” He stood up once more and went to the large window. He opened it slowly and felt the cool breeze dance along his cheeks. His curtains began to billow in the breeze. Fate walked through the window and stood on the flat roof just outside.
“I’m going out for the night…” Fate whispered to himself as he jumped from the ledge and began to walk away from the house. “There are things I cannot tell you El…” As he walked to the end of the walkway he turned and looked up at El’s bedroom window, the window was open slightly and the curtain moving with the wind. “You must never know…”
As Fate walked away from the house, a sixteen year old girl’s head popped up from the window he had been looking at. The shoulder length, straight black hair and brown eyes watched Fate walk away. A sad look was on the beautiful girls face and tears had begun to form in her eyes.
“Every time you leave,” Elicia Silverton whispered sadly as she brushed away the tears. “I can’t help but feel like you won’t come back…” She closed her window and curled up on top of her blanket, she held a picture of Fate, her and their families when they were six. “Please Fate, tell me what’s hurting you so badly…”
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Fate sighed as he returned to his dead family’s home. No one had lived in it since the day his parents and his sister had been killed. The large, dark house loomed over Fate as he opened the garden gate. The garden and garden path had been kept groomed by the gardener that continued to work here, despite not being paid anymore. It was winter time now and the cold chill had begun making it so there was no flowers and the trees were barren. It felt as though the life had been taken from the entire area discarded like it was nothing. How depressing, Fate thought as he walked up path and stopped at the door, it has been almost seven years since that day and yet I… Do not feel sad.
Fate opened the front door and sighed at the emptiness inside. Everything had been sold and now the entire house was completely devoid of any material possessions. The tiny scuttling of feet could be heard throughout the house as mice infested the walls. Fate wandered through the building that used to be his home and felt saddened. “Why… Why did they take you away…” Fate mumbled as the tears returned to his eyes. He chuckled as he wiped them away and turned around. He closed his eyes and leaned his head towards the ceiling. “I ask this every year don’t I?”
The floor behind Fate creaked, he instantly spun round, gun in hand, and aimed at the general area from where he heard the sound. He opened his eyes and looked at the maker of the sound. A small mouse was looking at him with interest. Fate smirked as he crouched and stroked the mouse’s tiny head. “You’re a brave one aren’t you?”
“They have no fear of your kind.” A deep, Texan sounding, male voice resounded behind him. Fate heard the gun cock and cursed himself for being unprotected. “Stand up.” The voice ordered, Fate had no choice but to obey. He began to slowly stand, his hands in the air. His right hand was gripping the butt of his handgun.
“It’s been a long time Fate.” The man said, a cocky tone in his voice. “Seven years tomorrow if I’m not wrong.” At this point, Fate just did not care. He spun round and looked at the man holding the gun. He was slightly taller than Fate, he had long curly brown hair and a rough beard. His eyes were covered with tinted shades and a cocktail stick was being chewed on between his teeth.
“Who are you?” Fate demanded as the man kept the gun pointed firmly at the spot between Fate’s eyes. The man smirked at him and lowered the gun slightly. Fate understood that the man did not want to kill him and stepped back from the man.
“Understandable that you don’t remember. Most people don’t remember everything right after they’ve been “bitten”.” The man smirked as he tapped his neck, Fate glared at the man.
“How do you know about that?” Fate demanded. He had readied himself and was ready in case the man decided to attack him.
“Let’s just say that if it wasn’t for me, I’d probably have been told to kill you a long time ago.” The man took off his shades and tucked them into his pocket. His dark green eyes looked into Fate’s slightly red one and he knew that he wasn’t like him. “Name’s Alec, Alec Sengo.” The man spread his arms and smirked at Fate, something which irritated him highly. The man had a cocky swagger to his movements but didn’t seem as though he was going to attack.
“What do you mean you would have been told to kill me if it wasn’t for you?” Fate asked, a violent tone in his voice.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Alec said, raising his palms in a defensive gesture. “Jeez you used to be such a cute kid man…Anyway, I guess I can tell you. But first, you turn seventeen soon right?”
“Tomorrow…” Fate muttered, remembering his birthday. “Why does that matter.”
“For one specific reason. As soon as you turn seventeen… That’s when vampires will begin to get interested in you.”
Chapter One: Beginnings
“How would you like to die?” The tall man asked the small ten year old boy in front of him. The man was dressed in a long brown trench coat, a plain brown hat covering his long slightly curly dirty blond hair. He wore black sunglasses, but even though the shades covered the mans eyes, the blood red eyes could still be seen through them. He stepped forwards towards the boy, the large heavy black boots clunking against the polished wooden floor. A small cry escaped the lips of the small child as he backed away and tripped over the bloodied body of his dead mother. The man charged forward and grabbed the boy by his blue pyjama top. The man pulled him close to his face and lowered his shades.
The boy whimpered in horror as the blood red eyes seemed to pulse as they glared straight into the boys own. The teddy bear that was being strangled by the boy’s terrified grip suddenly dropped into the pool of blood that belonged to the boy’s dead sister. The boy’s baby blue eyes began to form tears as the man continued to stare into them. His shoulder-length black hair, tinted with blood of his father who lay wasted in the other room covered his eyes slightly. The man in front him brushed the hair away and spoke once more. “I asked you a question boy, now answer.”
The boy felt a tear drop from one of his eyes and opened his mouth slightly to attempt to speak. “I- I don-” The boy finished, his following words completely inaudible.
“What was that boy, I could not hear you.” The man spoke gently, as though he were a uncle taking care of his nephew. The mans eyes were slightly dimmer than they were originally and seemed to have a sad, caring look within them.
“I don’t wanna die!” The boy shouted, tears erupting from his eyes. The man stroked the boys hair and nodded. The boy winced as the man came close to him and brushed his face against the boys cheek.
“You will not die. I promise.” The man said as he kissed the boys neck. “Sleep.” As the man said this, the boy felt an agonising pain in his neck and screamed out in pain, blood began to pour from the boys neck and into the mans mouth as the fangs that protruded from his mouth stabbed into the boys neck.
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Fate Leinhart woke violently from the nightmare. He leaned up speedily and mopped his sweaty black hair out of his face as he remembered the nightmare. The sixteen year old teenager threw the thin blanket from his body and swung his legs over the bed. He rubbed his face with his hands and shivered despite being so hot. He finally gathered the strength to stand up and forced himself to look in the mirror. His medium-length black hair was wet with sweat. He brushed the hair out of his head and stared into the pale red eyes that reminded him of that night.
“Another nightmare…” Fate muttered as he jotted the time and date down into the small notepad on his desk. “Why can’t I remember anything else from that night…” He stretched his body and cracked his neck as he tried to forget the nightmare. He grabbed a towel and dried his hair and body of the remaining sweat. He opened his desk drawer and grabbed the handgun inside. “Another mystery… I’ve had you for six years and know nothing about you.”
He placed the gun on the desk and went to his wardrobe. He grabbed his long white jacket and top and quickly put them on. He grabbed his trousers and put them on also.
Knock, knock, knock.
The sudden door knocking surprised Fate and he immediately grabbed his handgun. He flipped off the safety and pointed it towards the door.
“Fate?” A young woman’s voice filled the air, the door still closed. “Fate, are you okay? I heard you shouting.” Fate relaxed as he recognised the voice. Elicia Silverton, his best friend. She and her family had taken care of him for six years now.
“El, I’m alright.” Fate told her, saddened slightly for a reason he did not understand. “Good night.”
“I- I’m here if you need me. For anything.” Elicia said, her light voice speaking to Fate’s heart. Fate heard the teenager walk away and placed his gun on the desk once more.
“I’m sorry…” Fate whispered, both to himself and to Elicia. He heard Elicia get back into bed in the other room and sat down on the bed. “I’m so sorry.” He stood up once more and went to the large window. He opened it slowly and felt the cool breeze dance along his cheeks. His curtains began to billow in the breeze. Fate walked through the window and stood on the flat roof just outside.
“I’m going out for the night…” Fate whispered to himself as he jumped from the ledge and began to walk away from the house. “There are things I cannot tell you El…” As he walked to the end of the walkway he turned and looked up at El’s bedroom window, the window was open slightly and the curtain moving with the wind. “You must never know…”
As Fate walked away from the house, a sixteen year old girl’s head popped up from the window he had been looking at. The shoulder length, straight black hair and brown eyes watched Fate walk away. A sad look was on the beautiful girls face and tears had begun to form in her eyes.
“Every time you leave,” Elicia Silverton whispered sadly as she brushed away the tears. “I can’t help but feel like you won’t come back…” She closed her window and curled up on top of her blanket, she held a picture of Fate, her and their families when they were six. “Please Fate, tell me what’s hurting you so badly…”
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Fate sighed as he returned to his dead family’s home. No one had lived in it since the day his parents and his sister had been killed. The large, dark house loomed over Fate as he opened the garden gate. The garden and garden path had been kept groomed by the gardener that continued to work here, despite not being paid anymore. It was winter time now and the cold chill had begun making it so there was no flowers and the trees were barren. It felt as though the life had been taken from the entire area discarded like it was nothing. How depressing, Fate thought as he walked up path and stopped at the door, it has been almost seven years since that day and yet I… Do not feel sad.
Fate opened the front door and sighed at the emptiness inside. Everything had been sold and now the entire house was completely devoid of any material possessions. The tiny scuttling of feet could be heard throughout the house as mice infested the walls. Fate wandered through the building that used to be his home and felt saddened. “Why… Why did they take you away…” Fate mumbled as the tears returned to his eyes. He chuckled as he wiped them away and turned around. He closed his eyes and leaned his head towards the ceiling. “I ask this every year don’t I?”
The floor behind Fate creaked, he instantly spun round, gun in hand, and aimed at the general area from where he heard the sound. He opened his eyes and looked at the maker of the sound. A small mouse was looking at him with interest. Fate smirked as he crouched and stroked the mouse’s tiny head. “You’re a brave one aren’t you?”
“They have no fear of your kind.” A deep, Texan sounding, male voice resounded behind him. Fate heard the gun cock and cursed himself for being unprotected. “Stand up.” The voice ordered, Fate had no choice but to obey. He began to slowly stand, his hands in the air. His right hand was gripping the butt of his handgun.
“It’s been a long time Fate.” The man said, a cocky tone in his voice. “Seven years tomorrow if I’m not wrong.” At this point, Fate just did not care. He spun round and looked at the man holding the gun. He was slightly taller than Fate, he had long curly brown hair and a rough beard. His eyes were covered with tinted shades and a cocktail stick was being chewed on between his teeth.
“Who are you?” Fate demanded as the man kept the gun pointed firmly at the spot between Fate’s eyes. The man smirked at him and lowered the gun slightly. Fate understood that the man did not want to kill him and stepped back from the man.
“Understandable that you don’t remember. Most people don’t remember everything right after they’ve been “bitten”.” The man smirked as he tapped his neck, Fate glared at the man.
“How do you know about that?” Fate demanded. He had readied himself and was ready in case the man decided to attack him.
“Let’s just say that if it wasn’t for me, I’d probably have been told to kill you a long time ago.” The man took off his shades and tucked them into his pocket. His dark green eyes looked into Fate’s slightly red one and he knew that he wasn’t like him. “Name’s Alec, Alec Sengo.” The man spread his arms and smirked at Fate, something which irritated him highly. The man had a cocky swagger to his movements but didn’t seem as though he was going to attack.
“What do you mean you would have been told to kill me if it wasn’t for you?” Fate asked, a violent tone in his voice.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Alec said, raising his palms in a defensive gesture. “Jeez you used to be such a cute kid man…Anyway, I guess I can tell you. But first, you turn seventeen soon right?”
“Tomorrow…” Fate muttered, remembering his birthday. “Why does that matter.”
“For one specific reason. As soon as you turn seventeen… That’s when vampires will begin to get interested in you.”
