Flames left behind

2{Damian Aguilar}

 "What are you doing here, Damian Aguilar," Aurel asked. She swiveled around on her chair, exposing her back towards him, a sign of defiance, and intimidation.

We both knew Damian wouldn't risk going after her in a vampire clan's territory with no backup. He would never make it out alive. Unless he found sunlight, but we actually do have a few daylighters in this clan, me being one of them. Though, I still don't know how to fight. I was always considered too delicate, and when they did try to train me, I never had the patience. I always threw a fit and walked out of the room, but somehow, I still had friends. Back to the matter at hand.

Aurel was sitting at a round table, every stereotypical James Arthur type table. The basic, circle table with the chairs. We were in a small dome room, with a wooden chandelier hanging from the ceiling, right above the table. It was my comfort room; I always went there when I was feeling down. It was Aurel's too, and this room was the main cause of our bond. We'd smoke, catch up on the latest gossip, and she'd tell me all about her adventures before I was ever a vampire. Kids, take these words of the wiser, and never try smoking. You will literally just plain out die from the coughing, which is cool by me because I'm basically already dead. One of the perks of being undead.

Now, Aurel was, per se, the leader, of the clan. She took charge after the whole incident with Keiran dying, blah blah blah. It was his fault he decided to try and step out into the sun. She's honestly my idol, the one person, or creature, I trust in the whole wide world. I sound like a fangirling kid. But it's the truth. I would protect her with my life, and likewise. It also helps that she's scary. Like scary scary. I mean, when you don't know her. Not appearance wise, but the fact she gets all cool and cold and blank when you upset her. Thats what's scary. She's always dying her hair unnatural colors, wears punk clothes, and always has this evil grin, like she knows what's about to happen to you before it happens. There was a time she got me to dye my hair neon green, so we'd be matching. I love her to death, (haha get it, death?) but I vowed to never ever dye my hair unnatural colors again. Green just did not sit right on me. She kicked me out for a day but welcomed me back with a blood bath. Good memories, good tastes, and good smells.

I zoned back into their conversation with a huff. A quiet one, careful not to draw attention to myself that was unnecessary.

Damian smiled. It was a slow smile, a lazy one. One that someone gives before they're about to commit a rather large crime or break some rather large news. I was really hoping it was just going to be news. Bad or good, I don't care at this point. Maybe it'd make life a little interesting. It was getting quite boring around these parts, just disposing of rebellious vampires, the newer ones most of the time. We had our own little situation, but it's gone quite cold and uneventful these past few days.

"Oh, you know exactly why, Aurel."

She laughed through her nose. It was weird. After this talk, I'm going to tell, I mean, kindly suggest to her, that she never does that again. It looks so unnatural on her. Her laughs are usually wild, carefree, and she ends up wheezing by the end of them. Nose laughing was a big 'nose' on the list. Get it? It's OK, I'll laugh for the both of us. Tough crowd.

"Ivrolos sent me for her."

All went silent, so silent you could hear the dust drifting in the air. Aurel finally broke it and hissed, and the rest of the clan left the room. All but me. What can I say, I was curious. It's a personality trait of mine. She swiveled her chair back around, crossing her legs and setting her hands in her lap, seeming not to notice me, but I could tell she sensed me by the way her pinky finger twitched, signaling for me to get lost. That meant things might be about to get ugly.

I followed her movements and slunk back into the shadows and froze in place. If you will to not be noticed, you will not be seen. Works like a charm.