Bloodangel - Chapter One
AN: The first few chapters may be fairly short but I will try to lengthen them as the story progresses!
Prologue
Chapter One:
In which my family and I celebrate.
My eyes opened, awoken by the screaming alarm clock on the desk next to my bed. I shut the annoying thing off as quickly as I could, then lay back down, looking up at my ceiling.
It's been awhile since I've dreamed of my past, I thought. It must be because my birthday's today.
I shoved the covers off, deciding that I may as well get up.
My room consisted of a bed, desk, chair, nightstand, closet, and an attached bathroom. It wasn't very personalized. The only reason you could even tell it was my room were the clothes in the closet. I never really did anything to design or personalize my room. we'd probably be moving again soon anyway.
Both my parents like to travel a lot, and that didn't stop when they adopted me. In fact, they wanted to travel more, to show me more. So far, I'd lived in France, Japan, and several places in the U.S. We had also visited several places, including Africa, England, and Scotland. Currently, we resided in a small town north of Boston.
Shaking myself from my thoughts, I went into the bathroom attached to my room and took a shower.
Afterward, I stared at my closet, trying to decide what to wear. Finally, I made my decision. I examined myself in the full length mirror.
Black skinny jeans hugged my legs. A white turtle neck and black waistcoat accentuated my chest nicely. My long, wavy black hair was up in its usual messy bun, a few stray pieces hanging in front of my face. My left eye was covered with a black eye patch while the right was piercing silver. In my left ear were a diamond stud, in the lobe, and two small titanium hoops high up.
Hurrying down stairs, a delicious smell wafted towards me. I wondered what Max would make for my birthday breakfast.
Walking into the kitchen, I grinned widely.
Max had Seth up against the counter, hands on either side of him. They were kissing. As I watched, Seth's hands lifted to tangle in his partner's hair while Max's arms wrapped around the smaller male's waist. Not wanting whatever they were cooking to burn, I decided to make my presence known.
"So, Max, besides Seth, what's for breakfast?"
The two lovers leapt apart so fast I thought they might get whiplash. Max glared halfheartedly at me while Seth smiled fondly and I laughed.
Max Tanner looks like he's in his late twenties. He's tall with chocolate brown eyes that always seem to hold a spark of mischievousness in them. His dirty blond hair was always shaggy but today it looked like he hadn't even bothered to try to tame it. Apparently, he hadn't felt the need to get dressed either. The only thing he wore was a pair of black silk pajama pants. He was fairly muscular, though not overly so.
Looking to be in his mid twenties, Seth Mathews stood at average height. Dark blue eyes danced with amusement. His shoulder length brown hair was tied back into a sort ponytail. All of this plus pale skin made for a pretty attractive guy. Unlike his husband, Seth had at least bothered to put an old gray tee-shirt on over his silk pajamas. Although he was healthy, it was obvious when looking at his petite form that he didn't lift weights or anything.
Six years ago, Max and Seth had found me in an orphanage and adopted me and we'd been together ever since. It was the longest I'd ever been adopted for without being sent back. After the initial awkwardness, I found living with the gay couple to be rather interesting and entertaining. Now, we were so close I thought of them as my real parents.
Seth's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "…cook?"
I blinked. "Huh?"
Amusedly, he repeated, "Do you want to help us cook?"
Ginning, I replied, "Only if Max can keep his hands off of you long enough to actually cook." Dodging Max's good-natured punch, I laughed. "What are we making, anyway?"
Max smiled and shook his head. "We were thinking scrambled eggs, croissants, bacon, and chocolate chip pancakes."
I smiled as I realized they were making me all my favorites. "Sounds perfect!"
Clapping his hands once, Seth said, "Well then, let's get to work!"
And work we did.
Max was about half way done with making the pancake batter (from scratch of course) when he suddenly gave a massive sneeze. Unfortunately for him, he had just opened a big bag of flour. When I looked up from rolling the croissants, his face was covered in fine white powder. For some reason, I found this hilarious. Seconds after I began to laugh, I found my neck and chest covered in the white powder as well. Max grinned like a Cheshire. Seth, meanwhile, was laughing so hard he had to bend over. Max and I shared a look, and then shared a maniacal grin. Calming slightly, Seth looked up and saw our expressions. He backed up a bit.
"Oh no," he said.
"Oh yes," Max said.
The both of us picked up some flour and in unison shouted, "Flour fight!"
With that, our epic battle of white powder began.
After a while, we ran out of ammunition and collapsed onto the floor with laughter.
"So much for the pancakes," I said with a grin after we'd all calmed down.
Seth gave a lopsided grin that Max often wore. "Actually, there's another bag of flour in the cabinet. If you promise to at least try not to misbehave, I'll let you use it," the man said with mock seriousness.
Rolling his eyes with a grin, Max replied. "As I recall, you were right there 'misbehaving' alongside us."
Following that little episode, we decided to clean the mess up later and continued cooking. We split the tasks up differently this time; this time, Max was handling the eggs, Seth was doing the pancakes, and I was in charge of the croissants and bacon.
After a while of rumbling stomachs, delicious smells, and joking about each other, the food was done. I set the table in the dining room attached to the kitchen as my parents brought out the food. As Max and I ate, Seth watched and we all talked and laughed for a full hour, enjoying each others company.
Eventually, we all sat in front of the TV watching my favorite movies, which included Rocky Horror Picture Show, Alice in Wonderland (2010), Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Avatar, and Resident Evil. By the time we were done with our marathon, it was almost 8:30pm.
As was tradition, I would open my presents at 8:30. Then, Max and Seth would wait until exactly 9:36 (the time of my birth) to bring out my cake and let me blow out the candles. The type and design of the cake changed each year. I couldn't wait to see what my fathers had prepared for me this year!
Currently, I busied myself with opening presents.
This year, Seth got me two copies of The Brittle Age and Returning Upland by René Char, one in French and one in English, two copies of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson, one in Swedish and one in English, and a set of pajamas; a long sleeved black silk shirt with silver trimming and long pants of the same material.
Max got me some more piano music, a purple tee shirt with "Let's get one thing straight, I'm not" written in black on the front, a pair of new combat boots, and a new dagger with a leather holster that could strap onto the waist of my pants. The dagger was made of a strong non-rust metal, with a handle that was wrapped in a thick strip of black leather that matched the holster.
The tee-shirt made me grin. Ever since I'd come out a year ago, both of my fathers had showed their support by buying me stuff like this. I already had at least five shirts similar to my new one. But I didn't mind. In fact, just the opposite, I loved those shirts!
"These are awesome, guys!" I said, looking into the faces of my fathers. "You always know just what I want. Thank you so much!"
"Ah, ah! We have one more for you!" Seth said, smiling.
Max smiled, too, as he pulled something out his pocket. It was a small black box that obviously held jewelry. I opened the lid and saw a platinum Claddagh ring staring up at me. I looked back up at my fathers.
Max spoke first. "It's always been tradition in my family to give your child a Claddagh ring when you believe that child is ready."
Seth grinned. "For some reason, I get the feeling you're going to be needing it soon."
I was shocked to say the least. One of Seth's good friends was a Seer. They often spoke and she sometimes had visions pertaining to one of them. Had she had a vision about me?
"If you don't want it," Max began, misinterpreting my silence, "we could always just send it back or exchange- oof!"
I launched myself at Max, hugging him tightly. took a moment of hesitation before returning the embrace with obvious uncertainty. He had always been more hesitant to show his emotions of the two. I pulled back and did the same to Seth. Without a thought, he hugged me back just as tightly.
I slipped the ring on and was unsurprised to find it fit perfectly.
Seth stole a look at the clock just as I did. 9:30.
Seth stood up from the couch and clapped his hands once. "Well, I'm going to go get the candles ready! Max, you know what to do."
The larger male nodded and proceeded to keep me occupied for the next four minutes with conversation of the new music he'd gotten me. In the middle of a sentence, he suddenly sat up straighter.
"Seth says he ready," he informed me.
I grinned. Werewolf hearing could come in handy sometimes.
That's another thing about my fathers, they aren't exactly human. In fact, they are the opposite. They're Supernaturals.
Max is a born werewolf, meaning that while he is still forced to transform every full moon, he could also transform into the wolf whenever he needed to. Plus, his wolf instincts and his human intellect are fairly well balanced. Occasionally, his wolf did get the better of him, but it was very rare and generally tended to only happen for a moment.
As for Seth, he was a vampire. Thinking that a vampire always kills its victims is a common misconception amongst normal people. However, it was indeed a misconception. If they want to, vampires are able to take what they need from the human without killing them, or even causing them to lose consciousness. Of course, that didn't stop the occasional asshole from sucking some poor soul dry. These bad vampires were the main cause of the horrid reputation that had followed all vampires for thousands of years.
"Happy birthday dear Luna! Happy birthday to you!" My fathers' singing snapped me out of my reverie. I smiled at them.
"Thanks guys," I said.
I closed my eyes and wished for the same thing I did every year; I wish I could find out what happened to my brother and sister.
As I lifted my eyes, I saw the clock change to 9:36 and my world changed forever.
-cackles evilly- Mwahahahaha! Cliffhanger!
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