Snippet: Dark Forces

This is another story-in-the-making. I started this some 2 years ago, and as usual, didn’t get to finish it. Anyway, just posting it here. I’m still concentrating on Tales of the Damned right now. Ü

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 He was getting ready for bed.
A quick, approving smile lifted up the corners of Zhia’s lips as she watched him slowly undress, revealing sturdy shoulders, a bare chest, and just a faint hint of muscle. He looked tall and strong for his age, not exactly big-boned, but just enough for girls to fawn over. He wasn’t quite eighteen, she knew. Hadn’t she been counting the years herself? After all, she had to. It was part of a great task she must perform, a task which had not been wholly explained to her, making her just slightly sullen.

But only slightly. She knew the details would be revealed in time; surely the Elders will not let her do something she did not understand, particulary something that was obviously of great importance.

Zhia’s smile widened. Vampires so loved drama. Even though the Guardian Clans to which she belonged had long discarded the elaborate wardrobes of the old days and now dressed in simple - though still elegant - outfits, they still injected quite a good measure of theatrics in their daily tasks. It was like part of their very being. She suspected that when she would finally be summoned to the Council to hear the true nature of her task, it would be like watching a play at the Paris Opera House.

Quite suddenly she stiffened, sensing that she was no longer alone. After a split-second, she relaxed. Nicholas. There was no mistaking that familiar powerful presence.

“You watch him too much, little sister,” a rather disembodied voice spoke from somewhere above her.

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