Velicious Book One (un-editied)

Chapter 15

 Before long, I was waiting outside by the car in Blossom Hill Campus City.

Marquis was picking up Nolana, his on and off girlfriend for centuries, and I had a so called date with Chalice. She’s maybe the closest thing I have had to a girlfriend, ever—the only other vampyre who doesn’t expect more from me.

 While standing outside the black Cayman, I noticed her, the human walking along the sidewalk with a bag on her left shoulder and arms crossed. I remembered her from a couple weeks ago at the human club, Tayce and the girls insisted on going too. I remembered her because of the sassy little attitude and defiant brown eyes. I remember the human because I haven’t been able to forget her since that night and I do not know why she seems very familiar to me, like someone I knew a long, long time ago.

 I watched the human disappear somewhere down the street and then I got in the car and honked the horn for my twin and the two sisters. Chalice opened the front door smiling and Marquis followed shortly without Nolana. I guess my twin and I disappearing for almost two centuries had some sort of impact on a flourishing love life.  

 Marquis said into my mind, I don’t want to hear it. And he hopped in the back seat, giving Chalice the passenger seat, which meant I was doing the driving.

 “Drop me home,” he grumbled as I hopped in the car, engine roaring.

 We drove in silence, along a long, vast road listening to the radio, all three of us in utter silence. You could feel the intensity of anger brewing dark clouds in the backseat.

 When I couldn’t take it any longer, passing through a small old town in Brantford, I mumbled. “Forget the bitch,”

 Chalice frowned at me, “That bitch is my sister.”

 “That bitch is messing with my brother’s head.”

 “First off, stop using such vulgar words to describe Nolana, and secondly…” but she was never able to finish because passing through the traffic lights, that same white van rammed right into the car – my side to specific – forcing the vehicle off to the curb and colliding with a lamp post.

 Soon enough, white mist swallowed us, suffocating my lungs with its toxic fumes. Marquis coughed in the back seat, kicking open his back doors and Chalice cursed softly to my right, she had nowhere to go because of the pole crushed in on her side door.

Coughing myself, I broke my window, ripping the car door from off its hinges, and hopped out, helping Chalice. The mist was like a thick fog, and this thick fog of death was known as the snail fumes.

The snail fumes, otherwise known as the slug bomb and the sloth, is by far one of the most annoying inventions created by Cerberus to hinder our speed. Instead of being able to use our inhuman swiftness, we have no choice when inhaling the snail fumes to go at a slower pace. Ironically, the speed that the snail fume does allow us to use is considered normal for the humans, also affecting our other senses, not to mention the slight headache.

Outside, Chalice breathed in as much fresh air as she could. “Who did you piss off now?” she grumbles to me.

I shrugged. “No one to my knowledge.”

Marquis hissed, “You acknowledge not a damn thing!”

“And because of that you three will meet your fate. All thanks to Dante.” The wind carried most of the thick mist away, revealing Keith and some men, but that didn’t mean the snail fumes had any less effect. The appearance of the mist was gone but we had breathed in a good amount.

Keith was an average height man, medium built, nothing special going on with him except for the fact he worked for Red Cross—an illegal organization that hunts vamps.