17Adara smelled the morning air as she glided through the ebony forest, her long black hair fluttering behind her.
"Where are you?" She whispered calm and quiet, as she briskly walked through the fog on the woodland ground. She thought to herself how the battle was going to end.
Her black jean pants touched lingering around her feet as she took each step. Her skintight black t-shirt was cut up from the last fights she had. She felt her last battle scar on her shoulder. Her skin was fair and white, her lips were fading purple and her sharp green eyes were alert for signs of approaching danger.
"I'm here, did you not notice me?" a voice came from behind her that she met with a little jump and a knife that she thrust out of her pocket.
Candace, the vampire Adara had been stalking for these past hours, walked towards her wearing her usual dark purple rugged shirt and dark green pants. Her hair was about as long as her shoulders maybe an inch or two longer, and it was the color of dark chestnut. Her skin was creamy white and cut up in several places.
"I think you should hike up your senses a bit Adara!" Candace hissed under a dark challenging stare.
Adara, which had no patients, lurched forward trying to stab her blade deep into Candace's heart. Candace missed the blow only by a few centimeters.
"Is that the best you got? Well it's not to good is it?" Candace taunted.
"Okay, now it's my turn." And with that Candace leaped forward with her own blade and nearly slit Adara's throat, missing, and slitting Adara's shoulder as an alternative.
Adara hissed in pain, leapt back, and found a tree to lean against for the short period of time she was allowed to rest before she had to defend herself or attack.
Breathless, Adara tried to keep her eyes open and stay alive, as she threatened Candace, "If I were you I would back down, or else."
"Or else what? You'll try to hit me again? I think I'll take or else." Candace growled with a grin.
She jumped again as if to finish Adara off, but with lightening quick speed Adara flew out of the way, turned and slit Candace's throat. She landed on her left knee and heard Candace drop behind her trying with great effort to breath.
"Underestimation, it was your ruin, always remember that." She walked away silently and into the darkness, she ran. She did not look back at the motionless body lying in the open ground upon assorted leaves of gold and stained in red.
She started walking along trying to find a specific building most "mortals" didn't know about, but to her kind it was known as "Darken Dragon" a highly classed association that had to do with vampires, witches, dream scratchers, demons and other known "evil" creatures.
She herself was what they called a Droken. She could never die and associated with unnatural doings. Such as, disappear and reappear. She had abnormal strength and had the creamy skin, swift eyes and sharp fangs like the vampire. Though unlike a vampire, she did not live through blood. She lived through energy.
She stole energy from anyone or anything as the case maybe. All she would have to do to accomplish her live would be to "inhale" energy from a creature. She would need to bite into a sensitive part, such as a wrist or neck.
A Drokens bite is different from a vampire's. If a Droken bites you, no blood will appear. Instead, a white smoke-like vapor would weave its way into the air from the skin and the Droken would inhale it like oxygen. The bite is quite painless and almost numbing to the body.
The building she was looking for was a tall, about six-stories. The outside was black and it looked closed up because it didn't have any windows or any notice that anyone was living there except for the people or "things" going in and out of the chestnut black doors.
Inside everything was just like the outside, except for more activity and additional elegant surroundings. But likewise still, as it seemed from the exterior, the same shadowy walls and lightless rooms. The only lights in any of the rooms were lit black candles and a couple of candle light chandeliers.
Darken Dragon was also an association for education. It had over 125 creatures living amongst each other, learning about one another through their studies in their classes.
The school was like a College. The first two levels of the building were exploited as school/work rooms, plus a kitchen and common area. In addition, the upper levels, or the forth and fifth stories, were dorms.
She walked up the streets of New York looking for the building.
"Ah, here it is damn thing." she said. She walked up the shadowed stone steps and through the doors into the common room.
The common room was the biggest room in the building. That was where everyone ate, had their conferences, did their business, and socialized.
The courtyard in the rear of the building was at least ten acres. It was for, fighting, assorted performances and other training purposes.
"Oh there you are!" A recognizable voice called to Adara's back as she was about the head up the marble steps to her dormitory.
She turned to meet a hansom boy she knew as her long time friend Chase.
"Oh, hey Chase. uhh what's up?" said Adara.
Chase was a Droken she had known at least 50 or so years. They had become great friends despite her liking for him. Also, in spite of their non-aging Droken appearance, they never changed dramatically in their exterior looks.
He was handsome, with blonde hair rippling down over his forehead and his baggy-type midnight clothes. His eyes were immensely bright blue, seeming to see inside and out of anything he was looking at.
She rarely addressed him. Even being the trilling hunter and fighter their where still a few things in her that were or could become key weak points.
The thought that she liked Chase was scary for her to hear. If ever she was caught in a fight and Chase was injured or maybe killed, anger might drive her to her end. She tried to keep her feeling for Chase emotionally disbanded.
"Can I see you for a minute, I need to talk to you." Chase said.
She nodded and followed him looking after his feet, her eyes on the black marbled ground not looking where he was taking her. She went up stairs and a hallway or two. Abruptly his feet stopped as she heard a door open.
"Come in please, this is my room and my room mate Deven."
She entered a navy blue room and glanced over to the left corner where Chase was pointing to his roommate Deven, as he mentioned.
Deven was tall and he looked like a standard college student, as did the rest of them. Brown hair, brown eyes, though he was also a Droken.
"Hey there." he hesitated as she walked in.
"Adara, Adara Desdemona." She confirmed.
"Desdemona? Devil? If I am correct, I think that would be the meaning." He said almost to himself. However, his mind was all too obvious, as Adara essentially read it.
"Yes, how did you know?" She replied to him, following the conversation to be polite.
"Well, I have been studying Greek, and I guess it just popped in my mind." He shook off the question instantly.
"Oh okay, that's cool." Adara said.
She looked around the room. There were filthy clothes all over the place, typically black and red with the slight color of navy, in the corner she saw a bunch of CDs.
She looked back at Chase wondering what he wanted with her.
"Chase, did you want something?" She said with ease, still focusing on the room
"Well I wanted to ask you something." He said turning a slight red.
"Ok." Adara said.
"Well, it goes like this, will you," he paused, Adara looked at him intently.
She sat down in blue velvet chair waiting for his reply. He sat opposite of her in an identical chair.
He looked deep in thought and very concentrated; she did not want to disturb him any further.
She could tell something was bothering him, naturally... if there was... she hoped she would have been the first one to know. She wanted her relationship with Chase to be open. In other words, she wanted them to be truthful to each other.
"Well," he said finally, and then he paused again. Adara then got up and he did the same. She walked towards him.
"Whatever it is, you know you can tell me." She put her hand on his shoulder reassuringly.
He nodded and walked away looking at the ground. Deven watched him pace, and then turn back to Adara.
"Well maybe we could go out some time," Chase said.
"Oh yeah sure," Adara said.
He sighed and looked at Deven who turned back to listening to his CD player. Chase looked at her with a smile, then spoke again.
"You want a drink. We have coke, Red bull, Ginger-..."
The sudden opening of the door cut off Chase's sentence. Fire-eyed, a vampire was clearly stationed in the doorway. Adara recognized the. She was one called, Lana