Desire of the Soul

Chapter One

Alyn Castle 1817,

"Christina Bolter! Get up immediately!" said her mother, Cheyne Bolter, as she burst open the doors and demanded Christina get up out of bed. “But, Mom,” Christina wined. “Oh stop whining girly. Your father is up in the study and he is expecting you any moment now.”

“It’s today?!” Christina asked jumping out of bed.

“Yes get moving.”

Christina bolted into the bathroom. She paused, taken back by her reflection in the ruggid and small mirror. Purple Eyes. That's what stopped her, her purple eyes, lavender to be exact. Not blue or green or brown like normal people but, lavender. Today they were brighter, revealing themselves from under her messy dark drown hair. If she hunted at night, you would difinitely spot her out. As much as it was a curse for her it was a blessing.

Christina exhaled. "Get over it Chrissy. Get-Over-It," she told her self. Slowly, she looked away as she went and took take a bath, brushed her teeth, washed and dried her hair with a towel, put it into a classy bun, pulled out something cute to wear and sped downstairs. She grabbed a cup of blood off the counter as she sped by, drunking it on her way to her father’s office. All accomplished in three to four minutes. She stopped abrutly, when she reached her father’s door. She wiped her mouth, straightened her dress and smoothed out displaced strands of hair. Now she was presentable.

In her father’s study, she seated herself in the back, on the couch. She hoped he hadn’t noticed her absence. “You’re late,” her father pointed out.

Christina mentally swore to herself. “I know father but I was resting.”

“Excuses!” he yelled slamming down a stack of papers he had in his hand. She looked at him, fear shown clearly on her face. Her father calmed down a bit, “Sorry daughter,” he says walking towards her putting his hands on his dear daughter’s shoulders,”they will be here shortly.”

“They’re here,” a voice from the door says. They both look over to see León Brunel, father of the Brunel family, sticking his head in the doorway. Christina sat aside as they began to chatter.

“Hello there León. How was the trip? Not long I hope?”

“No, no, not long at all Nigel. How’s the family?”

“Fine and yours?”

“Just fine, just fine. So about this pretty little lady of yours?” León asks.

“As soon as we see your son.”

“Sure, sure, no problem. Adrian.” León calls for his son.

In walks this hunk of a guy, broad shoulders, firm chest, muscules ripping through his silk sleeves  with black hair and gray eyes. Her father looks at her, “Stand sweetie.” She does as she is told. Adrian and his father smiles at her approvingly.

“Hello sirs’,” she greets them. Christina wasn’t to bad looking herself but her lavender colored eyes had made her birth different from everyone else in the house. She was different then most of the people of her kind.

“Hello ma’am,” Adrian replies from her to her father, “Sir, may I take your daughter out?”

“Out where?”

“A night out on the town, is all.”

“Where?”

“No where too fancy sir. I was thinking out to dinner maybe?”

“So you saying my daughter not good enough for fancy?”

“No sir-“

“What is she a low life to you? Just a lass?”