This thread is closed for myself and Maka. I hope you will enjoy reading the story as we write it.
Elizabeth Farly was on duty. Her posture was straight, her form clad in comfortable yet formal black slacks with a crisp white button up shirt and a black jacket that concealed her silver stake at her side. Her short cropped hair were black as night, just reaching below her ears, hiding the marks she had tattooed at the back of her neck. They were marks of victory, marks of battles she had lost and won against the Strigoi. It was a sign of respect and if there was an attack, you would want Liz at your side.
Her blackberry eyes followed every move Trace made, surreptitiously. He was her ward that she was assigned to protect, a member of the royal court, which made him important … and a prone target to a Strigoi attack. He was a few years older than Liz, which was an odd pairing as the guardians normally paired their wards to be of the same age - more or less - and the same sex. Liz, was however the best, and although Trace didn’t quite appreciate the fact that his safety was in the hands of a 19 year old teenage girl, she was determined to prove her worth.
Dominic, her guardian partner, moved from his position, wordlessly switching places with Liz. He was now on personal detail, keeping an eye on Trace, while Liz was to spread out further and check the perimeter. She was thankful for the reprieve to stretch her legs and catch a breath of fresh air. If she had to stare at Trace for another minute she might not be able to stop her mind from wandering … imagining things she should not be thinking about.
Liz stepped out onto the balcony, the crisp air revitalising her senses. She automatically circled around the outside, checking doors, serving staff, windows. Her mind kept wandering back to Trace. He barely registered her presence, much less acknowledging her existence at all, which was how it should be.
Damnit Liz, focus. He is out of your league. What are you thinking?
Two races of vampires walked the world. The pure bloods are alive and wield elemental magical, while the Strigoi are undead and evil, feeding on the innocent to survive. The strigoi were once pure blood vampires that took the life of a human, hybrid or a vampire to destroy their souls. They are born killers with red glowing eyes: absolutely lethal.
Liz was a Dhampir, a half-human, half-vampire hybrid. She had no fangs or aversion to sunlight, but she was naturally darker, leaner and stronger. Her race was regarded as inferior to the pure vampire bloodlines, of which Trace was one.
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Elizabeth Farly was on duty. Her posture was straight, her form clad in comfortable yet formal black slacks with a crisp white button up shirt and a black jacket that concealed her silver stake at her side. Her short cropped hair were black as night, just reaching below her ears, hiding the marks she had tattooed at the back of her neck. They were marks of victory, marks of battles she had lost and won against the Strigoi. It was a sign of respect and if there was an attack, you would want Liz at your side.
Her blackberry eyes followed every move Trace made, surreptitiously. He was her ward that she was assigned to protect, a member of the royal court, which made him important … and a prone target to a Strigoi attack. He was a few years older than Liz, which was an odd pairing as the guardians normally paired their wards to be of the same age - more or less - and the same sex. Liz, was however the best, and although Trace didn’t quite appreciate the fact that his safety was in the hands of a 19 year old teenage girl, she was determined to prove her worth.
Dominic, her guardian partner, moved from his position, wordlessly switching places with Liz. He was now on personal detail, keeping an eye on Trace, while Liz was to spread out further and check the perimeter. She was thankful for the reprieve to stretch her legs and catch a breath of fresh air. If she had to stare at Trace for another minute she might not be able to stop her mind from wandering … imagining things she should not be thinking about.
Liz stepped out onto the balcony, the crisp air revitalising her senses. She automatically circled around the outside, checking doors, serving staff, windows. Her mind kept wandering back to Trace. He barely registered her presence, much less acknowledging her existence at all, which was how it should be.
Damnit Liz, focus. He is out of your league. What are you thinking?
Two races of vampires walked the world. The pure bloods are alive and wield elemental magical, while the Strigoi are undead and evil, feeding on the innocent to survive. The strigoi were once pure blood vampires that took the life of a human, hybrid or a vampire to destroy their souls. They are born killers with red glowing eyes: absolutely lethal.
Liz was a Dhampir, a half-human, half-vampire hybrid. She had no fangs or aversion to sunlight, but she was naturally darker, leaner and stronger. Her race was regarded as inferior to the pure vampire bloodlines, of which Trace was one.
