"Pull yourself together, David. You look less than presentable."
"Yes, Mistress." He tugged at the collar of his shirt and suddenly his game face was on. His control was like a challenge, something that dared me to poke and prod and tease it until it broke, but that wasn't something advisable, not at this time. I was going into a mission under the persona of my public view. I was working a case where I had to be my Vampire self, which meant I had to be the princess of my people. And a princess doesn't go out in public with faulty security. Daddy would spank me if I didn't uphold my image.
Yet another incentive to break my bodyguard.
David gave two sharp raps on the partition and the driver exited the front. I watched as he came around the side and opened the door. David was the first to exit, as was standard. He searched thoroughly through every inch of yard and window and tree for any form of threat or suspicious activity. David was one of those guards who took his job very seriously, which was good on his part because my father's idea of a pink slip was about six inches of steak and a sun bath. Father was very strict when it came to my protection. Through his many centuries of existence, he has sired many sons, none of which have survived past four centuries. Though some believe that he still has sons out there, the truth was Father's last son expired not long ago, just a few years before his 400th birthday.
Not that I've past the 400 mark, not my a long shot—I am only 18. I am his only daughter, born to him by a female of power and worth. I am an unprecedented creation among our kind, one that he hopes will come into even greater power than that of his own and my mother's combined. I am also the only child of his that was born of the only female he had taken to bed out of more than just lust.
Which is the only reason why he dotes upon my "delusion" in being a Huntress. Once my "phase" was over with he could continue to cultivate me into the greatest leader and most powerful creature he was eager for me to become.
Finally deciding that the coast was clear, David turned back to me and stepped to the side, reaching out a hand for me. I put my hand in his and allowed him to help me out. It wasn't exactly necessary, but it was a formality, as was most everything Vampire Purebreeds did.
My skirt, with its black and red gauzy layers, swished around my legs as I stood. My black blouse had flowing sleeves that covered my hands and the blood red rubies at my throat were cool against my skin. My raven-black hair was down in its loose curls, flowing over my shoulders, making me look more like a dark gypsy than anything else. My eyes were the clearest blue and the stormiest gray and every shade in between, depending on my mood. Though when I was aroused my eyes took on a shade of green with the blue. And more often than not, the irises glowed. I've been told that my glowing eyes were one of the reasons why others of my kind were fearful of me—the glowing of the irises was a sign of immense inner power. In my opinion, that power was locked in my eyes because I have yet to surpass many of my distant relatives in the level of our energy. But I kept that opinion to myself. If my twin nightlights struck fear into those who serve me, I could live with that. And if that fear keeps them from uprising against me, and by extension, my father, they could live, too. I would like to say that despite my eighteen years of age, I was strong enough to take on any threat that reared it's ugly head and that I wasn't in any real need of a bodyguard. But truth be told, though half my blood is from the most powerful being Earthside, the other half limits me.
The front doors of the school were a deep, dark red with antique gold ornate handles and hinges. David opened one side for me, the limo driver, who I had not noticed was still with us, opened the other. I looked at the driver and noticed that he had once served as my guard before. It was something my father liked to do, hide guards within the basic services; cooks, maids, seamstresses. Limo drivers. Ever since I was a child and was attacked by a servant jealous for my father's attention, he has done what he could to always keep me safe. Though I believe it has more to do with the power he sought for me to wield than anything to do with me being his blooded daughter.
The inside of the school was dim, accustoming to its student's needs. Darkness has always been a part of our existence. Being beneath the holy light of the sun was a death sentence for a creature of Satan. And though the brightness of artificial light didn't engulf our bodies within the sun's sacred flames, it was rather uncomfortable, especially on the eyes. These halls, however, were empty in their darkness. Classes must have been in session.
Vampires are vain in nature and I love the attention we ascertain as I walk by my father's side. I love the whispers of jealousy from the other females, feed off the lust emitting from the males. But for the time being, I was glad there were no one in the halls to take note of my arrival. I was uncomfortable enough as it was having to enter within a school of my kind to betray one vampire in particular. If I was ever exposed in my mission, those who were loyal to me and my father would be questioning their princess. After all, when a Vampire SEMI was ever found out, the first action taken is to cut off their heads. Vampires do not allow betrayal of their own kind to Hunters.
