Among Us, chapter 1
"Kat." Billie spoke. She didn't move. "KAT!" His roomate turned to face him. She raised one eyebrow impatiently, wanting him to hurry up and say what he had to say. Her bright green eyes shined in the pale blue of the early night as she waited. He smiled.
Kat, birth name Katrina, Calibren, was from the Vampire clan Malliet. Malliet Vampires were rare in the sense that it was very hard to come across someone from an orginal Vamp clan in those late days. Malliets' had many qualities of feliens; the speed of a cheetah, strength of a lion, slyness of a panther, along with all the other traits your traditional vampire may have had. Her type were often reffered to as the 'Cat Vamp Clan', or, CVC.
Billie Joe was from a much more modern clan, the Exiets. Exiets' had even more speed than Malliets, though their fangs were no where near as sharp or long. They were widely known for courage and leadership. A common default would be lack of awareness. To be in with the Exiets, you would be identified as a 'Drift Vamp', or a DV.
She nodded to him. "What do you want?" she demanded.
"I just thought you'd like to know that Mike is standing behind you." he replied loosely.
The spoken one appeared suddenly behind the member of the CVC. He cussed under his breath and swooped down to kiss her on the lips. Then he glided through the bed and stood firmly on the ground.
Michael Ryan Pritchard was a Fatalez ghost. Fatalez, in most languages not assiociated with human kind, meant 'never gone'. He had killed himself ages ago. Took a kinfe right to his wrist. But for some reason, he remained between life and death. He was never here, nor there. A Fatalez ghost.
His type were more often than not remains of suicides gone wrong. Because they were trapped between the two worlds, they could be a part of both. They could make themselvse appear just as solid as a human, or as unidentifiable as air. It was their way.
"Mike!" Kat cheered. "Baby I've missed you! I thought that you actually managed to pull off suicide this time or something."
"No no, my sweet Katrina. I have too much to live for." he joked.
He sat down on her bed and wrapped his arm around her. They locked lips and Billie rolled his eyes in disgust. In an instant, he went from sitting on his bed to leaning against the bedroom wall. He made a clicking noise with his tongue. Kat looked up.
"Hiden." she sighed. He nodded towards the door. "Oh come on! Not now!"
"What's going on..?" Mike asked.
"Fuliee, you know you're hungry." Billie ignored the question.
"Whatever! Just go without me." she told him.
"Lune prenobol..."
"Yeah yeah..."
He shook his head and appeared out in front of the apartment building quicker than a flash of lightning. Part of the conversation was spoken in Darkni, a common vampire language. 'Hiden' meant 'master', 'Fuliee' meant 'follower'. The phrase 'Lune prenobol' meant 'do as you will'. And the click of the tongue was a signal that meant 'time to feast'. Indeed it was.
He took a few steps beyond the yard, then paused. Something felt wrong... He was still wearing his 'vampire' clothes. Sighing, he closed his eyes and focused on a mortal outfit. A few seconds later he was strolling along the sidewalk in a t-shirt and some blue jeans.
As he walked, he noticed a human a few yards away. At least it looked like a human. They were sitting on a bench, tossing pieces of some sort of food to the pigeons that circled the area. He took a quick look around him and flashed behind his victom. Silently, carefully, he leaned over.
"May I have a bite to eat?" he whispered, his fangs coming out dangerously close to the human's neck.
"Excuse me?" they asked. He bit down. "AHHH! YOU SON OF BITCH!"
He quickly withdrew his fangs and spit out the blood. "Damn it Tre!" he shouted.
"What? I didn't think you'd NOT reconize me!" he retorded.
"You looked like a mortal!" he reasoned.
"Gee, thanks!"
"Sorry, sorry... What the hell are you doing sitting here anyways?"
"I was on my way over to your place, but I sorta... Got distracted..."
"Obviously. Come on, help me find my dinner."
Tre threw the bag of food down and got to his feet. The pigeons instanly attacked him. He screamed like a little school girl, Billie standing to the side with his head in his hands. The DV rolled his eyes and dragged his friend along by the collar.
Frank Edwin Wright lll was a mutant called Tre Cool. He was considerd a mutant because he could shape shift. He could become anything he wanted, but only look wise. For instance, if he shifted into Billie Joe, he would merely look him, not have any traits of the Exiet.
Mutants were humans with altered genes. Nothing more. So Tre, unlike the others, would eventually die. His friends of course held him higher than humans. To be a human was to be oblivious to the undead. To be stupid to the level of retardation. To be prey.
Mutant and Vampire walked side by side, trying to think of a good place to catch some mortals. They came to agree on the punk rock hangout on Gilman street. There was always plently of humans there. Billie Joe grabbed Tre by the collar again and suddenly they were standing right outside their destination. They turned to each other, nodded, and entered.
Kat, birth name Katrina, Calibren, was from the Vampire clan Malliet. Malliet Vampires were rare in the sense that it was very hard to come across someone from an orginal Vamp clan in those late days. Malliets' had many qualities of feliens; the speed of a cheetah, strength of a lion, slyness of a panther, along with all the other traits your traditional vampire may have had. Her type were often reffered to as the 'Cat Vamp Clan', or, CVC.
Billie Joe was from a much more modern clan, the Exiets. Exiets' had even more speed than Malliets, though their fangs were no where near as sharp or long. They were widely known for courage and leadership. A common default would be lack of awareness. To be in with the Exiets, you would be identified as a 'Drift Vamp', or a DV.
She nodded to him. "What do you want?" she demanded.
"I just thought you'd like to know that Mike is standing behind you." he replied loosely.
The spoken one appeared suddenly behind the member of the CVC. He cussed under his breath and swooped down to kiss her on the lips. Then he glided through the bed and stood firmly on the ground.
Michael Ryan Pritchard was a Fatalez ghost. Fatalez, in most languages not assiociated with human kind, meant 'never gone'. He had killed himself ages ago. Took a kinfe right to his wrist. But for some reason, he remained between life and death. He was never here, nor there. A Fatalez ghost.
His type were more often than not remains of suicides gone wrong. Because they were trapped between the two worlds, they could be a part of both. They could make themselvse appear just as solid as a human, or as unidentifiable as air. It was their way.
"Mike!" Kat cheered. "Baby I've missed you! I thought that you actually managed to pull off suicide this time or something."
"No no, my sweet Katrina. I have too much to live for." he joked.
He sat down on her bed and wrapped his arm around her. They locked lips and Billie rolled his eyes in disgust. In an instant, he went from sitting on his bed to leaning against the bedroom wall. He made a clicking noise with his tongue. Kat looked up.
"Hiden." she sighed. He nodded towards the door. "Oh come on! Not now!"
"What's going on..?" Mike asked.
"Fuliee, you know you're hungry." Billie ignored the question.
"Whatever! Just go without me." she told him.
"Lune prenobol..."
"Yeah yeah..."
He shook his head and appeared out in front of the apartment building quicker than a flash of lightning. Part of the conversation was spoken in Darkni, a common vampire language. 'Hiden' meant 'master', 'Fuliee' meant 'follower'. The phrase 'Lune prenobol' meant 'do as you will'. And the click of the tongue was a signal that meant 'time to feast'. Indeed it was.
He took a few steps beyond the yard, then paused. Something felt wrong... He was still wearing his 'vampire' clothes. Sighing, he closed his eyes and focused on a mortal outfit. A few seconds later he was strolling along the sidewalk in a t-shirt and some blue jeans.
As he walked, he noticed a human a few yards away. At least it looked like a human. They were sitting on a bench, tossing pieces of some sort of food to the pigeons that circled the area. He took a quick look around him and flashed behind his victom. Silently, carefully, he leaned over.
"May I have a bite to eat?" he whispered, his fangs coming out dangerously close to the human's neck.
"Excuse me?" they asked. He bit down. "AHHH! YOU SON OF BITCH!"
He quickly withdrew his fangs and spit out the blood. "Damn it Tre!" he shouted.
"What? I didn't think you'd NOT reconize me!" he retorded.
"You looked like a mortal!" he reasoned.
"Gee, thanks!"
"Sorry, sorry... What the hell are you doing sitting here anyways?"
"I was on my way over to your place, but I sorta... Got distracted..."
"Obviously. Come on, help me find my dinner."
Tre threw the bag of food down and got to his feet. The pigeons instanly attacked him. He screamed like a little school girl, Billie standing to the side with his head in his hands. The DV rolled his eyes and dragged his friend along by the collar.
Frank Edwin Wright lll was a mutant called Tre Cool. He was considerd a mutant because he could shape shift. He could become anything he wanted, but only look wise. For instance, if he shifted into Billie Joe, he would merely look him, not have any traits of the Exiet.
Mutants were humans with altered genes. Nothing more. So Tre, unlike the others, would eventually die. His friends of course held him higher than humans. To be a human was to be oblivious to the undead. To be stupid to the level of retardation. To be prey.
Mutant and Vampire walked side by side, trying to think of a good place to catch some mortals. They came to agree on the punk rock hangout on Gilman street. There was always plently of humans there. Billie Joe grabbed Tre by the collar again and suddenly they were standing right outside their destination. They turned to each other, nodded, and entered.
