Forsaken

Chapter 1: A Night Among the Modern

The streets of the city pulsed with an electric energy on this bustling Friday night. Neon lights painted the night in vibrant hues, casting an otherworldly glow upon the bustling sidewalks. Among the cacophony of life, one figure stood out, both timeless and out of place.

Aurora, a vampire who had slumbered for centuries, found herself in the midst of this vibrant, chaotic world. Her dark, silver-tinged skin seemed to absorb the kaleidoscope of colors that surrounded her. She moved through the crowd, her eyes wide and curious, taking in the modern marvels that had emerged during her long slumber.

The local hookah bar throbbed with life, its doors swinging open to unleash a wave of music and laughter. Aurora hesitated for a moment at the threshold, her senses overwhelmed by the sensory onslaught. The bass reverberated through her body, a heartbeat of its own, and she stepped inside, a creature out of time entering this lively den.

"Yerrrup!" a voice called out, breaking through the clamor. Aurora turned to find a young man before her, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Do you got an IG?" he asked, his words foreign yet oddly familiar. Her brows furrowed, trying to decipher his meaning.

"IG? What manner of spell are you casting?" Aurora mused aloud, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. She had a way with words, a relic of a bygone era, and she used it effortlessly even in this modern context.

The young man chuckled, seemingly unperturbed by her cryptic response. "Nah, I mean Instagram. Like, your handle?" he clarified, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Ah, I see. These are the tools of your time," Aurora mused, her lips curving into a faint smile. "As for my 'handle,' I go by Aurora."
The young man's eyes roved over her attire, her unique appearance capturing his attention. "Let me guess, you one of them alternative chicks, huh?" he quipped, his tone carrying a mix of intrigue and humor.

Aurora regarded him with an enigmatic gaze, her dark eyes holding a depth of experience beyond his years. "Indeed, my essence dances to a different rhythm," she replied, her words a subtle nod to her extraordinary heritage.

The man's words triggered a thread of memories within her, a reminder of her lineage and the power that flowed through her veins. Born of the first vampire queen, her very existence defied the norms of her kind.

"Or is this more like Cottage Core?" the man continued, his curiosity undeterred by her aura of mystery.

Aurora's brows furrowed as she sought to decipher his words. "Cottage Core, you say? Pray enlighten me."
He chuckled, amused by her confusion. "Never mind. So, how long you been out here?" he asked, his words drawing her back to the present moment.

"How long was I asleep?" Aurora inquired, her voice tinged with a hint of bewilderment.
The man's laughter rang out, a warm and genuine sound. "Huh? How am I supposed to know that?" he replied, his expression one of genuine amusement.

Aurora's lips curved into a faint smile. "Look, if you come with me, you can ask me that in the morning, and I'll be able to tell you the answer then."

A low rumble emanated from Aurora's abdomen, a reminder of another timeless need. Her gaze flickered to the man, a silent acknowledgement of his offer. With a nod, she followed him through the vibrant throng, embarking on a new adventure in a world that was both familiar and utterly alien to her.

Shortly they arrive at the Stranger's Place, it's a small one bedroom studio apartment, you can basically see his kitchen, living room and Bedroom all at the same time.

Such a living arrangement didn't bother Aurora because she spent better half 400 years in a coffin. While lost in thought the young man has been busy trying to set the mood and seduce Aurora, by turning his room lights to a red shade on a low brightness, turning on some music. " Do you Like Usher ?: yeah asked whispering into her ear. Not knowing or caring about who Usher is, Aurora places her hand on his chest and pushes him down onto the bed. " I sure do".

knowing his little game and quickly seeing what he's after She uses her body to tease her prey. Climbing on top of him and stripping him of his clothes. Kissing him softly on the lips moving down to his chest slowly making her way to his neck, and then taking a nice big bite, making him an easy kill.

Across the city.

In the dimly lit chamber of their ancestral home, a storm of emotions raged between father and son. Claude Lestat, a young man of striking features and an air of determination, stood before his father, his eyes burning with an intensity matched only by his fervent words.

"I've spent my entire life in the shadows of secrecy, Father," Claude's voice rang out, carrying a mixture of frustration and longing. "I deserve to know who I am, where I come from."

Lestat, a figure of timeless elegance and formidable presence, met his son's gaze with a blend of concern and reluctance. His voice held the weight of age and experience as he spoke, each word a carefully chosen thread in the fabric of their conversation.

"Claude, there are truths that may not serve you well," Lestat replied, his tone a tapestry of caution and paternal love. "To seek the answers you crave, you must be prepared to face the consequences, even if it means defying my wishes."

The clash of wills hung palpably in the air, a tension that underscored their familial bond. As the argument persisted, Claude found himself at a crossroads-a pivotal juncture that demanded a choice. Should he follow his father's counsel and respect his wishes, or venture into the unknown depths of his own past in pursuit of the elusive truth?

With his heart racing and the weight of his decision heavy upon him, Claude stood on the precipice of self-discovery, his future veiled in uncertainty, and his destiny awaiting its awakening.