The Rites are what keep order in the world.
Two people stand around a large wooden table, the air filled with the scent of blood and the screams of agony.
"It's almost over, Gabriel. Your child will be beautiful."
The man who speaks this smiles slightly, showing sharpened canines.
His eyes are light blue and are filled with wisdom that passes his years.
The other man, Gabriel, smiles tightly as if something bothers him.
"What troubles you friend?"
Gabriel replies, "She's going to be a half-blood, tormented for life, Paris."
Paris grimaces noticeably, "Yet you are willing to let her live her life?"
Gabriel nods.
"Then all you can really do, is guide her through the hard times."
Paris says lightly before waving his hand above the wooden table,
A black bow and black quiver filled with arrows appear there.
"This should help her."
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CRACK!
An arrow pierces the tree target as sparks fly from the arrow shaft.
A young woman with ebony hair stands a distance away from the arrow Bow still poised to fire.
Her gold eyes snap to the trees behind the target and a smile plays on her lips as she lifts a hand in greeting.
"Good evening, Willow!" She calls to the woman, who has black hair similar to hers, yet doesn't have the white streaks through it, as she steps into the clearing.
"Hey, Lily! I thought you were here." She chirps.
"How's Layla?" Lily asks.
"Speak of her and she shall appear." Willow says pointing behind her to a flash of red in the forest.
Rolling her eyes, Lily calls out, "Layla, come here, please!"
The young girl, comes flitting out,using vampire speed, even though she wasn't one.
Her red, nearly orange hair, stands out in the light of the moonlight. And her green eyes look up lovingly at Lily.
"Hi mommy!"
Layla says jumping up to be caught in her mother's arms.
Dropping her bow to the ground she swings her daughter around, a single image flashing through Lily's mind.
His features were so similar to Layla's and her hair was nearly matching.
It was only obvious that he was Layla's father.
"Come on Layla, we're packing up!"
Layla smiles and climbs around to her mother's shoulder's locking her small legs around Lily's stomach and her arms around her neck, being careful of her quiver.
"Are you ready, Layla?"
"Yeah, mommy!"
And picking up her bow, Lily takes off, faster than any vampire.
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The First Rite (Larten Crepsley Love Story)
Fanfiction*Book 1 of the Quarter Moon Saga* Lily, previously known as Topaz or "The Flaming Topaz" was left for dead in the middle of the woods, with no hope of living. Nearly five years later, Lily is a changed woman, having started to age at a certain rat...
