could feel for every small thing around her.
I was eight when she passed away; she was shoved with anger by a vampire from another clan that didn’t approve of our ways. Politics are truly hazardous, at least as you can see: that has been our experience. When she hit the kitchen wall she was killed almost instantly, she was nearly human.”
I figured then that Jonathan must be a mild inheritor, a figured that the meaning behind the words “she was nearly human” lay the truth that his mother was probably a very mild inheritor. Thinking about this I remembered James’ words on her being a very good telepath and wondered actually what mild inheritors were able to do for this one appeared to have been quite special after all.
Jonathan smiled with his pleasant memories in front of him and continued, “All of this happened more than sixty years ago, so just in case you are wondering, I’m turning seventy-five next fall.”
OMG! So I was right! I was actually dating a creepy old man! Though I believe that maybe that was probably not applicable in the vampire world, relationships didn’t seem to be as ruled by age as human relationships were. I felt like such a dork! This guy had been around for nearly as long as a grandfather, and we had been dating since Halloween and I hadn’t even really kissed him yet. He must have thought I was such a tease, holding his hands and hugging him but never really kissing him quite yet.
“That lady with silver hair is Ginny, she is my grandmother.” He continued, looking slightly amused as if he had just read my thoughts—right, he probably did since I was a good thought transmitter, yikes!—“She might look slightly older than the rest of the clan because of her hair but if you look at her carefully you’ll see her complexion is that of probably a thirty year old. Her father was a vampire but her mother was not, and my mom was her daughter. She is about one hundred and twenty years old. Ginny is the only mild inheritor amongst us because even though my mom was a very mild inheritor, my father’s blood is quite strong and because of it I am way stronger than what I would be. My mom’s dad was a regular human so he is not with us any more.”
Jonathan looked ecstatic while he revealed his blood ties, like a child revealing a secret after keeping it for way too long. I couldn’t stop being amazed by everything that they were telling me, my still too human brain didn’t know how to process this kind of information. If it weren’t for his firm arms holding me and his perfectly sculpted chest on my back I would be expecting to wake up. I liked being in his arms too much for wanting to wake up if this was a dream, and I knew them too well to know I was awake.
Something was building up inside me meanwhile all this. I couldn’t just put it into words at the moment but somewhere deep down something was happening to me. I was slowly getting distracted from all of them, but this something did not build up so quickly so that I could actually spot it. While I tried to figure out what was bothering me two solemn and scrawny figures moved towards me.
Their hair was the colour of pale carrots and their faces were mirrors of each other. Both girls were pale, tall and impossibly thin. They looked like those runway models look like nowadays, on the verge of anorexia, with inexpressive yet gorgeous faces. Their movements were perfectly synchronized while they seemed to walk on air. By looking at them I recalled every mental image I had of what a high priestess would look like in the ancient times. They looked perfect and stern, two completely untainted, inexpressive mirrors that looked way to sacred to belong to the “real” world.
They were both dressed with long, pastel-green, flowing, silk dresses. Both had their hair loose and shoulder length combed away from their high foreheads. Their manes sleek and perfectly cut straight, making their incredibly thin hair look almost razor-like on
I was eight when she passed away; she was shoved with anger by a vampire from another clan that didn’t approve of our ways. Politics are truly hazardous, at least as you can see: that has been our experience. When she hit the kitchen wall she was killed almost instantly, she was nearly human.”
I figured then that Jonathan must be a mild inheritor, a figured that the meaning behind the words “she was nearly human” lay the truth that his mother was probably a very mild inheritor. Thinking about this I remembered James’ words on her being a very good telepath and wondered actually what mild inheritors were able to do for this one appeared to have been quite special after all.
Jonathan smiled with his pleasant memories in front of him and continued, “All of this happened more than sixty years ago, so just in case you are wondering, I’m turning seventy-five next fall.”
OMG! So I was right! I was actually dating a creepy old man! Though I believe that maybe that was probably not applicable in the vampire world, relationships didn’t seem to be as ruled by age as human relationships were. I felt like such a dork! This guy had been around for nearly as long as a grandfather, and we had been dating since Halloween and I hadn’t even really kissed him yet. He must have thought I was such a tease, holding his hands and hugging him but never really kissing him quite yet.
“That lady with silver hair is Ginny, she is my grandmother.” He continued, looking slightly amused as if he had just read my thoughts—right, he probably did since I was a good thought transmitter, yikes!—“She might look slightly older than the rest of the clan because of her hair but if you look at her carefully you’ll see her complexion is that of probably a thirty year old. Her father was a vampire but her mother was not, and my mom was her daughter. She is about one hundred and twenty years old. Ginny is the only mild inheritor amongst us because even though my mom was a very mild inheritor, my father’s blood is quite strong and because of it I am way stronger than what I would be. My mom’s dad was a regular human so he is not with us any more.”
Jonathan looked ecstatic while he revealed his blood ties, like a child revealing a secret after keeping it for way too long. I couldn’t stop being amazed by everything that they were telling me, my still too human brain didn’t know how to process this kind of information. If it weren’t for his firm arms holding me and his perfectly sculpted chest on my back I would be expecting to wake up. I liked being in his arms too much for wanting to wake up if this was a dream, and I knew them too well to know I was awake.
Something was building up inside me meanwhile all this. I couldn’t just put it into words at the moment but somewhere deep down something was happening to me. I was slowly getting distracted from all of them, but this something did not build up so quickly so that I could actually spot it. While I tried to figure out what was bothering me two solemn and scrawny figures moved towards me.
Their hair was the colour of pale carrots and their faces were mirrors of each other. Both girls were pale, tall and impossibly thin. They looked like those runway models look like nowadays, on the verge of anorexia, with inexpressive yet gorgeous faces. Their movements were perfectly synchronized while they seemed to walk on air. By looking at them I recalled every mental image I had of what a high priestess would look like in the ancient times. They looked perfect and stern, two completely untainted, inexpressive mirrors that looked way to sacred to belong to the “real” world.
They were both dressed with long, pastel-green, flowing, silk dresses. Both had their hair loose and shoulder length combed away from their high foreheads. Their manes sleek and perfectly cut straight, making their incredibly thin hair look almost razor-like on
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