𝐅𝐚𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞.

Prologue:

Blood trailed down his forehead, and he wiped it with the back of his hand, taking pride in knowing that what flowed through his veins wasn't human. A bloodbath had commenced at Drake bay, Costa Rica. About five hundred and four kilometres away from Shaylee Davey's current location, travelling to Pandora. Things were getting worse for the citizens of the underworld. Ever since the fae's in power, insisted on pushing for a new law of 'no cross- breeding, between species.' Queen Provence of the fae's, was adamant that cross breeding was as she'd called it 'An unnatural, abomination.' What total bullshit. Calador Rivers was a cross-breed, and here he was fighting alongside Ryder Shayne in an attempt to stop this 'abomination, of our kind.' bullshit. Calador sprinted through the pouring rain, without a care in the world and lunged at one of Provence's minions. The PL would have to step in sooner or later, but at the moment, it was every man for themselves. 

Calador's mouth opened and fangs bared, as he plunged into his victims neck. The victim screamed out in anguish before Calador snapped his neck, in one quick motion. "Fae's. So naïve." Calador sighs, as he throws the fae's body to the floor carelessly. "You forget you are one." Ryder comments, as he hurls a purple ball of light at one of the minions. The shadower fell back, blasting into oblivion. "Part." Calador corrects, "Besides-" He continues, sucking some blood from his fingers. "I lean more into my Vampire side." He laughs, as he saunters forward to an injured Fae that lies helplessly on the ground awaiting her fate. Ryder resisted the urge to gag, and turned away as the fae's screams rang out one last time. 

"Seriously Cal? I thought we agreed we're trying NOT to draw attention." Ryder muttered, as he began to rock back and forth on his heels. It was deadly silent, except for the occasional finger sucking noise coming from Calador's direction. "I've only had three! I'm hungry." Calador half whined, sauntering back over towards his friend. "Ever heard the saying 'three's a crowd?'" Ryder replies, noticing a slither of blood dripping from Calador's bottom lip. Obviously noticing Ryder's gaze, an instinctive hand reaches up towards his mouth and he wipes the remaining of his 'food' away. "Three's not a crowd, It's a buffet." With a roll of his eyes, the pair began to walk away from the scene they'd just created. Bodies flung everywhere, blood smeared on every surface, and piles of ashes in the most random of places. "Save some room for tea, okay? Vlarissa's made brisket."

"AB blood microwaved and in a wine glass?"

"Just the way you like it." 

[An original story by: Tiarna L. Champion, aka. Me.]