A Jar Of Love

Fyre - A Kinnari

FYRE flew away from the battlefield where two vampire groups clashed. Before that, he was playing his flute while sitting on a high tree branch when suddenly the vampires appeared in the area. His eyes were drawn to one specific female vampire who was more agile, stronger, and more beautiful than the others.

The female vampire was wearing a pair of magenta-colored leather pants that perfectly hugged her muscled and sexy thighs, and a short-sleeved black tank top. Vampires were not bothered by Earth's temperature because of their undead nature, thus the outfit, perhaps.

She had a pretty face that caught him slightly off guard. Never had he found a pretty vampire in his entire immortal life. She looked petite and fragile, with perfect body curves in all the right places, short bob cut straight brown hair, a small but straight nose, chocolate-colored eyes, pink lush lips, and flawless fair skin. Yes, he could clearly see these features even from afar.

His hands stilled. He stopped playing the flute and jumped down from the highest branch where he perched. He noticed that a silver fir tree was about to fall down toward the busy beautiful vampire. It was against that tree that other vampires were thrown. So, he quickly held it in place and watched the raging battle—and her. No one seemed to notice him as he looked on.

'Stupid, violent creatures!' he thought to himself. But his eyes settled on that female vampire who had a Yuki-onna for a companion. The ghost of the snow seemed to float in the air; she wore a white kimono; her eyes were dark and so was her long straight hair that reached up to her waist; and she had blue lips. She looked rather scary to people, he knew, but nothing could scare him—except for one thing. But he refused to think about it at this very moment. He just wondered why that female vampire had a ghost friend like this Japanese woman's spirit.

A few moments passed by, and that female vampire spotted him. Their eyes met. He stared at her while she walked towards him, and the ghost followed.

With that short conversation they had, her voice seemed to be imprinted in his mind. How could that creature be perfect? Until now, he wondered as he flew high in the sky.

'But no, she isn't perfect at all. She is obviously a short-tempered one,' he mused.

After he left the Philippines a couple of years ago, he settled in the Romanian Carpathian region. He wanted to have a change of environment as his favorite Kalachuche tree was cut down. But it was not only that. He still had another reason why he left the country where he was born—his best friend Garem.

He closed his eyes for a moment and went back in the opposite direction. He watched what happened to the battlefield he left some minutes ago. He was not merely curious, but he wanted to see if that woman was safe.