Sylvette Adelaine Banebridge

The Blood Compact

"Thank you." Chase replied with a small smile curved on her lips; but the smile lasted shortly as she heard shockwaves of bullets and smashes. Without pure intentions, Chase walked to the infirmary door and exited the place. Knowing that chaos is in the distance, she leapt up with the spring of her feet, landing on the roof of a four-story building.

She observed the three fellows waging hellfire against each other. Two men were armed with weapons, and a disfigured orc-like monster charged after them with relentless brutality. Suddenly, a familiar scent was caught in her nostrils; the same smell that came from her wintry coat when she woke up from the infirmary.

"Matt," she whispered, staring at the man whom she presumed to look like him. If there could've been any assistance she can acquire to the humans, she would use them to help strengthen their abilities, or help them defeat this monster. But she is not adept to this sort of skill, she's a weakling. If the vampire she met could help her, then she would develop the skills to fight with these mortal beings - and avenge the vampire who killed her Alex.

The Blood Compact

"Darren," Chase mumbled his name again, "the man who possibly sired me."

With every inch of strength, she jumped herself out of the infirmary bed and stood face-to-face with Tabea, her red eyes blazing like fire.

"You... are a vampire, right? Can you... teach me to fight? Teach me what vampires do?"

If Darren was the man who changed her, them he was the one who killed Alex. If that was true, then there's hell to pay.

The Blood Compact

The strange introduction of Tabea Leonheardt made Chase's head tilt in curiousity. A mood like her's changes constantly from hostile to friendly, it was odd to see someone act this way; well, without a gun in their grasps.

Chase slowly raised up her body from her bed, but fell back down because of her blood-bloated body. If she could only get back up to her feet, she would see what was going on outside; but rest was essential, which is odd for an undead creature to subdue.

"Tabea..." said Chase, looking up to her in the eyes, "Who's Darren?"

Darren: a familiar name, with a not-so-familiar face. The spark of remembering that name came inside her mind; but has she seen him before? And if so, was he present before or after her transformation?

"Sorry, before you answer, I should might as well introduce myself. My name is Chase, a two-day old vampire."

The American Dragon Academy

Evangeline halted her steps, secretly gazing upon the reuniting couples that were nearby her classroom door. Seeing people in love gave Evangeline a sense of disgust, but, could it just be the mind talking? A sudden voice was heard inside her head, cooing words of manipulation- of evil.

Loverboys, the voice speaks, pitiful men with strength to protect the ones they care about.

The seductive voice chuckled upon her words, and Evangeline saw sparks tingling out on her fingertips, and glazing over her right eye. Her eyes were wide with fear, it was beyond her control.

My sweet Evangeline, said the voice again, what is your true purpose here? To realize who you are in this world? Or to see yourself as the monster you truely are?

"I am no monster." Evangeline muttered softly with disagreement. The electricity slowly faded away for human eyes to see. She looked away from the couples and went inside the class of Dragon Anatomy. The teacher, who looks like someone you can see as a bodybuilder, stood up and greeted Evangeline.

"Evangeline Cross, I presume?" He asked before he offered his hand to shake, "My name is Professor Mack, welcome to Dragon Anatomy!"

Evangeline, with a slight smile, took his handshake quickly; because she fears her touch might electrocute him. The professor offered Evangeline to sit at any seat she finds comfortable; so she insisted herself in the back row- away from other attending classmates.

Who was that voice in her head? And how come she cannot calm her own power without calming that... demon in her mind? This all happened today, but the questions that popped up could seem like an eternity to Evangeline. So, instead, she brushes them aside- and continued to be normal with no worries.

The American Dragon Academy

Rushing toward her dorm room: no. 27, she entered her room and slammed the door behind her; hyperventilating from the hordes of students she had to go through just for a room at the second floor. She grabbed the noose of her tie and loosened it a little, giving her throat airway. She slung her luggage to her bed and zipped it open, pulling out multiple objects and articles of clothing for further organization of her new room.

In some odd circumstance, a lightbulb shortened in her room, leaving on side of the dorm while the other is dark. With a stepping stool for support, she held onto the shortened lightbulb; and sparks omitted from her fingertips- the lightbulb functioning once again. Being a newly discovered Electric Dragon, it was nifty for her to use her powers to function through life's obstacles- like the lightbulb, for example. But using it for other purposes would be a scathe occurrence; since lighting is the destructive element if tampered violently.

She searched for a crumpled-up piece of paper inside one of her skirt pockets, and opened it to see her first class of the evening.

Dragon Anatomy: room 310.

Sounds interesting enough. So she stepped out of her dorm and took a slow stride towards her class.

The Blood Compact

Chase regained her consciousness, which was a shock that even a vampire cannot process inside their brain-dead minds. She sat up from the twin-size bed and opened her eyes.

"The infirmary?" She muttered softly, "Why am I at the infirmary?"

It seemed like someone forgave her, or wanted to keep her here for strenuous interrogations; but she isn't dead- which there has to be a reason behind all of this. But who managed to pull her here?

She suddenly caught a scent of a human on her winter coat. She quickly unzipped it and took her coat off, which left a blue tanktop underneath. Carefully, she sniffed out the scent, and her eyes widened.

"Matt," she exclaimed, "the man's name is Matt."

Matt was the guy who had spared her, twice. But why? Can humans and vampire join in arms? Or does human and vampires have a lack of trust ever since the tearing of the Blood Compact?

"What should I do now?" Chase questioned herself. It would be best to keep herself locked here, but with her developing superhearing, she could hear a war outside transpiring. What to do, what to do...

The Blood Compact

Chase saw in horror when hoards of bloodthirsty vampire ran towards the houses nearby the village; relieved that all of them didn't notice the young vampire within the crowd. She watched as they break down peoples' homes, dragging them outside and devouring them into empty, lifeless bodybags. Her eyes widened to witness what has conspired. Are vampires relentless when it comes to the desperation of blood? The answer was obvious in itself.

Suddenly, a rogue vampire locked his eyes on Chase, his head motioning to eat. Chase nodded, but the vampire insisted forecefully. Grabbing onto her hair, the vampire slammed Chase's face into the bloody carcass of a man who looked like he was in his late fourties. She had no choice but to drink, so she sucked all of the blood the supervising vampire saw fit.

"Eat," said the vampire, "and you will have your strength back."

Chase's intolerance of drinking blood faded under pressure. With the stream of blood entering her lips, she closed her eyes, enjoying every bit of it. Blood was so complex, such a magnificent source of strength and remaining immortality. She would try to stop what she was doing, but the vampire who supervised her threatens her to eat more. So she has to progress this, to stomach this until the vampire frees her from her forceful drinking binge.

Seconds later she took her breath, the vampires suddenly retreated away from the village; only leaving Chase in the destination. And things got worse when a weaponed vehicle came into the scene, which left Chase scared. She got up quickly and stepped back. Something burned her eyes, but she couldn't see what happened; only a blur of colors reflecting from her eyes. She stepped back once more, and fell after tripping over another carcass from behind. She started to hyperventilate, assuming that this is the end. A miracle can happen now if there's a way to escape this conundrum; but who can give bloodsucking fiends miracles?

The Blood Compact

Stay asleep, Chase thought to herself, maybe they will go away.

But staying awake is never easy; especially when it comes to human beings surrounded her laying body. And with the sound of someone's pistol cocking, and the smell of multiple types of blood filling her nostrils, she begun to twitch; her body shaking and her hands balled into fists. She opened her eyes, which were the color of red, and jumped away from the humans- her back against her favorote tree.

Slowly, Chase's body, from the feet up, evaporated into mist. Her mitten hands covered her mouth, her eyes dilated in fear. She yet shed a bloodshed tear, because that could represent weakness for the humans.

"Please," Chase whispered to the human crowd, "leave me alone."

Before her face disintegrated into mist, she looked back at the vials of blood. In an impulse, her fangs flashed into exposure before she disappeared into thin air.

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The mist led Chase into an alleyways- one of the alleyways amongst the city connected to her backyard forest. Dark and mysterious, this alleyways is suitable for dark creatures, like vampires. Maybe, this place could disguise her from human contact. With her fingernails, she clawed four lines into the brick wall. Those four lines had no representation, but to ease the impulse of the thought of blood. Blood, the very soul thing that Chase prefers to stay away from. But it is hard with humans on the bout, and with vampires who seek blood.

Her stomach grumbled, and her body became white as a ghost. If she can die, she would die from starvation: blood prohibition. If that was the risk to take, then she wonders how long she could live without the taste of blood; it was a mystery that she is willing to take.

The Blood Compact

"Ch-Chase." She finally muttered out during her mumbling. The man was still walking at their direction; and if she still had a beating heart, it would beat out from her cheat, and stop in exhaustion. But, in some weird case, Chase's chest did felt like it might burst. Without saying goodbye, Chase fled away, back to her unknown sanctuary. She hid behind her favorite oak tree, and clenched her winter coat, breathing heavily in fear. She crumbled with tears of blood, which gave the mud a red texture. When she saw that she was crying, she attempted to calm herself down by laying down on dirt ground. If Alex was alive, he would've known a sure-fire way to soothe her. But, nothing so far has been comforting on her second day as a vampire; and a target for all mankind.