SuperMix

10. Fangs

A/N: I'm secretly a Vampire myself 🧛‍♀️😁😂

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"Hmm, I've never had Angel blood before."

"Back off," Mason growled threateningly to the blonde female Vampire that had approached our little booth in the back of the mausoleum.

I sighed softly to myself and glanced at Soren who was currently preoccupied with yet another red-haired female Vampire as she lounged across his lap, running her taloned fingernails across his chest and through his silvery-white hair.  It occurred to me then that he was the only Vampire here with silver lockes.  I frowned and leaned over slightly to question him on this.  "Hey, Soren," I murmured, feeling the odd need to be as quiet as possible down here as he glanced at me with those bright green eyes of his, "why are you the only Vampire here with white hair?  Everyone else has brown, black, or blonde hair, but only you have white."

Soren grinned at my curiosity then.  "Vampires that live for over five centuries go through what you Humans would call a 'level-up' phase, so to speak.  Once I reached five hundred years of age, my hair gradually faded to silver to signify my unique power growth."

My frown deepened.  "Don't all Vampires have the same powers?  You know; super strength, super speed, super sight, super hearing."

This time Soren laughed, the Vampire girl on his lap cracking a small smirk at my words that I actually found insulting.  "I'm not Superman, Amber," he chided, causing me to blush deeply at his reference as I crossed my arms indignantly and sat back in my booth seat while ducking my head slightly.  "But yes, all Vampires have enhanced senses, but white-haired Vampires are more of a rarity with our kind."

"How so?" I mumbled, and blindly reached over to smack the hand of the Vampire girl who was still trying to grab at Mason's naked arms.  I glared at her as she hissed back at me with red eyes and gleaming fangs, causing me to flinch slightly in fear.  Soren's own fangs protruded then as he hissed back at the girl, his green eyes glowing a blood red as the girl finally cowered back and sped off at her Leader's dominance.  I sighed in relief and reached under the table for Mason's hand as he squeezed my fingers in gratitude.  'Thank you', I mouthed over at Soren, who only nodded once before continuing his explanation for me.

"Centuries-old Vampires gain an extra rare ability, but each one differs per Vampire.  Most don't even know that I have an extra power on my side, but if they do, they know to fear me and keep away from me and mine," he finished, and I nudged a little closer to him, my eagerness evident as he gave the Vampire girl in his lap a single look before she rolled her eyes and reluctantly walked off.

"Can I know what your special power is?" I whispered, and Soren smiled a toothy fanged grin.

"I won't show you just yet, but I can tell you what it's called," he offered an alternative, and I reluctantly shrugged my agreement.  "It's called 'Misting'."

I narrowed my eyes.  "What does that mean?"

Soren leaned back and crossed his arms. "You'll find out soon enough.  Also," he leaned forward, his nose nearly grazing mine and whispered, "why are you still whispering?"

I blushed crimson and swatted at his face as he easily dodged my measly attack.  "I just feel like I should," I retaliated, my voice back to its normal octave and turned my face away with a huff.

Soren chuckled.  "It's not like you'll wake the dead if you speak up.  The dead are already amongst you."  He gestured with a nod of his chin towards his entire Clan that were lounging in their own booths lined up along the stone walls, candles lit up all around us that provided somewhat of a decent outline of everyone.  I was actually rather impressed at how they managed to furnish things down here, only Soren had yet to reveal just how they managed to do so in the first place.  I let out a massive yawn then as Mason glanced over at me before standing and pulling me up along with him.