A Prisoner
(•Silvia Argent•)
Just as dawn embraced the world, I was within my car with the intention of leaving Los Angeles, it really wasn't a city of Angels, but Demons. The entirety of last night was more like I was a character in a fictional novel and the plot was revolving around me, a mortal. A smile found it's way on my face as I took a turn towards another path, the ending to such plots never ended well. I had seen `The Vampire Diaries', Elena Gilbert ended up being a Vampire and hurt was she.
I also did not want to end up hurt. I might have boldly conversed with the stranger but I knew how scared I was. Lost was I within the maze of my thoughts to an extent that I ignored the existence of a fine looking man who stood rooted to the ground, meters away from my moving car. My sense organs screamed at me, ordering me to halt the car and so did I.
Fury embraced my soul as I alighted from the car to chastise the man for his action. How could he have the gut to stand before a moving car? Did he truly yearn for death? `What was that, mister?' Clad was the man in a black tuxedo suit, what was with the strangers I encountered of recent? All were lovers of tuxedo suits, was he also a Supernatural? Scared was I as I imagined or perhaps it was a coincidence!
`The name is Ariel Serena and it's really a blessing to behold the sight of your heart figure.' The last name of his was familiar and so did I rack the whole of my brain system to provide an answer. Seconds passed not and I remembered the past event that took place, last night. I remembered the tale of the Seven Originals which was told by the white haired stranger, he was a Serenal. I knew well what looming danger awaited me so I planned my escape.
`Ariel Serena? Aren't you one of the Seven Original Vampires? You would do well to leave my sight, child. I have no time to bicker with you for you can see I was in a rush.' Bluffing my way out was the only solution my brain could offer. He really didn't expect his cover to be blown and hostility escaped his hot gaze which was aimed at me. `Are you Navori? Have you possibly possessed the human lady already?' And so did the Vampire maintain some distance from my position.
Who was Navori? The stranger did mention something about some Supernaturals who did possess the bodies of humans? Travelers were they known as just as he claimed. Was Navori also a Traveler? If Navori was a Traveler, why did the Vampire sound like it was impossible for him to do so? Unless, he wasn't a Traveler but one who wanted to possess the body of a human so badly. I really was confused, what did he mean by possessing my body?
`Child, this isn't Navori. I'm but a special subordinate of the Three Travelers.' Cautious was I with my reply towards his question. `You found and possessed the human's body so you could deliver her to your masters? Weak travelers such as you could be killed, unlike your masters. The thing is there are so many wrong factors within your bluff. You talk to me like you're older than me, I'm over a thousand years old and if you're a subordinate of the three, it means you are way too young to stand before me. Most travelers I did encounter in the past centuries did tremble before my presence for they weren't like their masters, they do die by snapping the necks of the bodies they possessed. That brings us to this, you aren't a Traveler. You're sure special for you're wanted by every supernatural powerhouse within Los Angeles. If Michael Morien had been a bit patient at the High Tower, he would have known that you're the vessel Navori wants. As much as I would love to take you to the Fetchers, I must have a taste of your sexy body.' His reply did contain many words which broke the lie I had created, he already knew I was no supernatural.
Seconds passed not and he was already before my very eyes, a blur was he for I could not keep my eye on him. He touched my chin with a finger of his and raised my head so I could have a better look at his handsome but girly face, since he was a head taller than I was. `And, who is Michael Morien?' A chuckle escaped his lips as he retracted his finger. `The man who saved your life from that vile beast, last night.' I knew who he was, the white haired stranger.
Without hesitation, I unholstered my gun and pulled the trigger. A bullet escaped the gun and right before it could hit my target, his hand was waved and caught was it between his fingers. `I hate being kissed by bullets even if they do not hurt. I would say you're quite a smart human for trying to bluff your way out.' He stretched his arm towards my neck and held was my neck within his tight grip.
`Please, do not kill me. I'm innocent and I have no role to play in the whole supernatural plot.' I managed to plead for his mercy but that only earned me a hysterical laughter. `Your role in the whole supernatural plot is quite important and I could assure you that your existence would change the setting. Once the setting is changed, the destiny of everyone changes, something that I wouldn't want.' He released his grip on my neck after he gave a reply.
`Get ready for the ride is going to be —' His statement was cut off by a sound which reverberated within the environment and just after the sound rang out, I caught sight of an iron tipped arrow head sticking out of his chest. Who was my savior? And so did I search around with my hungry eyes.