Blood Destinies

Blood Destinies - Chapter 3

Chapter. 

Nerys.

Ok, this is depressing. My entire wardrobe fits into one suitcase, and the rest of my stuff in my Paper Chase back pack!  

I hadn't expected for it to be this quick. I had hoped, that by some miracle that the guild would happen to change their mind and let me stay here. Maybe become Val's Dhampire. But as the ass hat Waldon pointed out when I broke down (I'm ashamed I let that happen) A Dhampire is chosen to match its masters needs. Doriah had a need for richer blood, so I was assigned to him.  

Waldon had left, leaving an envelope with my new masters' information and details inside. There were no pictures, no helpful information. Just a name and an address. Avi Ruiz de Arana. Chapel lane, Dartmouth.  

I had taken it upon myself to Google the place. Just an old chapel, most probably been converted. There were no results for Master Ruiz de Arana as I had expected. Or world takes secrets way too far. No doubt this small, out of the way village will be crawling with mythical beings.  

In 2 hours I was to be shipped off to the middle of nowhere, to leave my home at Kirkley Hall and my family. This was never supposed to happen! I was supposed to die, servants die all the time and their masters live on and acquire new ones. Not the other way around!! I don't want to be moved on to another place and have to deal with the pain of loss again. I've seen too much of it in my life time. I'm not just my mother and Doriah I'm talking about. 

I've lost countless friends to their master's huger, My grandparents died when I was 7 and 8, My uncle of sorts was murdered by his wife when I was 4, and it seemed every time I lost some one, A little piece of myself was lost as well.  

It seemed like no time at all when Val came knocking on my door with a pained face and fuzzy slippers. She always wore them when she was upset, something about the only comfort she had. God I'm going to miss her!! 

"Hay" she almost whispered, walking into the room. She stopped at the foot of my bed, holding onto the beam for support and resting her head against the wood.  

"Hi" I said, standing up and walking over to her. She opened her arms and I fell into them. She wrapped them around my body and supported me as I crumpled in her embrace. He long blonde hair fell around my face and She smelt like Freesia and Lilies. She lifted my head up to look me in the eyes. Her large does shaped grey eyes moved over my face, memorising it. She's always been this way, feeling the need to memories everything in case of this exact out come.  

She brought my face to hers and kissed me softly on the lips. I pulled her closer for a minute and let her have this moment. I've never had a problem with Valencia's sexuality, and she would on occasion need something like this since she doesn't get that much action. I always humour her with the kissing and stuff but I have yet to "Pop my lesbian cherry". Her hands held on to my face as she slowed, kissing me once, twice, and then again once more, before she dropped her hands and walked quickly from the room.  

I breathed in deeply, letting my lungs saturate them selves in the smells of my room. I slowly walked around my room, trailing my hands over everything I passed. My soft quilt, the bed side table, Bureau, the small T.V., solid Oak wardrobe, My desk and my laptop. I quickly un-plugged it, and put it away into my back pack, before zipping it up, and placing it n my shoulder. I grabbed my suitcase, pulled the handle bar out and walked out of my room. closing the door behind me.

The Car ride down to Dartmouth took the piss. It took hours to get here, not counting the rush hour traffic, road blockages, crash, pit stops and tractors driving 5 miles an hour. I bet those things get at least 70 mph but they just choose to drive that way to piss everybody off!! But then again, I have to admit, if I was driving one, I would do the same, so who am I to judge!!. 

The roads seemed to get smaller and smaller as we travelled further into the village. The driver took a left down a tiny passage way and slowed down. I started to hyperventilate. What do I do now? What if they don't like me? How do I approach the matter? Shy, or balls out? Oh god, Oh god, Oh god!! Great now I'm having a panic attack. I dug through my bag and grabbed my scented teddy that my mum had bought for me 2 weeks before she died. It smelled like Peonies and honey. My breathing started to slow and my throat unclenched, allowing air to pass through. After 30 seconds or so, I was breathing like normal.  

A soft tap came at the cars window. I jumped slightly. It was the driver, I took in a huge breathe and opened the door, shoving my bear back in my bag.  

"Ms. Harley, welcome to the chapel." He said closing my door and walking round to the trunk to retrieve my suitcase. He pulled it out and set it on the path for me.  

"Thanks John" I said hugging him. He stiffened slightly, but returned the hug. This was the last physical contact I can have from my old life. Everything now will be new and strange. I hung onto what I had left of my past as my future stared me in the face.  

"Ms Harley, I believe that your new master is expecting you" He reminded me. I sniffed and wiped away the few tears that escaped. I nodded and let him go. I straightened myself up and forced myself into composure. I had to at least look like I was stable.  

I pulled up the handle of my suitcase and grabbed my back pack. I walked down the small passage way and stopped outside a house painted white, with a semi-circle of glass cut into 6 pieces at the top of the door, and the number 23 nailed into the wood. I raised my trembling hand and pressed the door bell.  

The sea breeze blew my hair around my face, causing me to shiver. The leaves on the hedges, lining the road, shook slightly, seemingly shivering too, seconding my thought.  

The front door opened to reveal a small woman. She had extremely short black hair with a red stripe coming forward on top. She was shorter than my 5.5 but she was strong. The kind of person you could tell worked out a lot to make up for their height. She wore grey sweats and a white wife beater. A colourful tattoo displayed on top of her shoulder that stood out against her creamy complextion. 

She looked up at me with dark green eyes wedged between aqua blue. Her eyes then moved down to my bags and she pushed the door further open, as she leaded against the door frame.  

I took in a deep breathe and stepped across the thresh hold. 

The entrance thinned into a small passage, that led into a vast open plan area. To the right was a reception hall filled with a 4 person plush couch, 2 matching armchairs, a glass coffee table, wood burning fire place with a huge plasma T.V. screen hung above the mantle piece. To the left was a small room that had been turned into a study, 2 of the 4 walls filled to the ceiling with books, and a glass desk holding files and a brand new Mac computer.  

Walking past the rooms, I was led into a huge ceiling-less space. White walls with 2 story arched glass windows spaced across the walls. The floor space was filled with a large white sofa, A grand pianoforte on a raised platform in the corner, A cello rested on a stand against the wall and a corner of the room had been sectioned off to hold an huge canvas, covered by a dust sheet. Half way along the wall a stair case led up to what I assumed was the rooms and kitchen, since I couldn't see it anywhere down here. And behind the stair case was a door way that must lead to a bedroom or some other room.  

Pieces of art work hung around the room. none of them fit into a theme, it seemed as if they had just been chosen at random, but it worked.  

The little woman walked past me into the living space and fell into the sofa, flicking the T.V. on.  

Great. we're already off to a wonderful start! sigh.

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