The Midnites-Vampire

Chapter One

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Seventeen years old (equivalent), Durnajar Midnite sat mournfully on his window seat in his chamber in his father's palace and watched the snow full down outside in the early evening.

He watched his triplet sister and identical twin brother fool around outside in the snow, before been told to come inside.

It would have to be snowing, for the first time in his entire life and he wasn't allowed to go outside!

Trust him to get ill with Rowigers fever, in the coldest winter for over a century, which he heard could change any time and confined indoors and only until today confined to bed.

Rowigers fever had left him run down, with a bad case of the flu and with very little energy and appetite, and it also had left him annoyed.

"It would have to snow when I'm too sick to go off and enjoy it, wouldn't it Miff?" he asked the winged black and white cat sitting in his lap purring away.

"Not your fault Master" said the cat, in a soft, purry feminine voice "besides why complain? it's just snow, which is nasty and cold" she stretched her front paws and licked one.

"But I've never seen snow!" Durnaa protested.

"So? it's just nasty and cold and wet" the cat said settling back down in his lap.

"It's just annoying" Durnaa said, stroking the cat, which didn't answer him and went back to purring.

Durnaa sighed and shifted his position and looked at himself in the Mirror.

He was pure classical Midnite and there was no denying his house and heritage.

Durnaa was the youngest out of the eldest Midnite children of House Midnite, the royal house of his clan Dragon of Crasolia.

Durnaa was of a magical, race, called the Gorta-Trellian a humanoid yet not human race, they were space faring, highly intelligent and peace-loving race.

His appearance was typical to his race and clan, he stood 5.8, was fine-boned and slender, a little thinner than he usually was due to his illness, with long, wavy red gold hair, that fell to just below his shoulders, his face would be considered handsome with high cheekbones, small chin, smallish nose and large luminous, highly slanted yet almond shaped violet eyes, he had large elegantly pointed ears, four fingers on his hands (three fingers and a thumb on each hand) a long tail, wings and his skin was a rich golden-brown colours, which showed him as from the Fire Mountains the remote mountainous land of which his parents ruled.

He was also typical of his race, been highly intelligent, deeply spiritual and religious, imaginative, innovative; he also was a Psionicist with paranormal powers which were totally normal to his race.

There was a knock on his chamber door, Durnaa opened it, outside stood his friend and mentor Starsinger, she was a tall, attractive, middle aged woman with silver hair and blue eyes, she was dressed in a tunic, trousers and cape, Starsinger was the house mage, of House Midnite and had been for as long as he could remember.

She was mentor, friend, and spirit guide and was responsible for the teaching of meta-physical attributes and about the stars, she also acted as healer and nurse.

"Durnaa what are you doing out of bed?" she asked stepping into the room.

"I feel better" Durnaa said.

"Well that's good" she said, "but dear you are still quite sick".

"I'm sick of sitting in bed all day, when Ajeea and that have all the fun, in the coldest winter on record, even little Newstar is out playing".