A Simple Gift

Mora skipped beside him, happier than she'd been in ages. She entertwined their hands, more to ensure she wouldn't lose him than for anything else.

"Bloods good for me though!" She celebrated. "Very good, the best!"

She paused for a split second, then resumed her skipping. "Better get underground then!"

He looked down at their hands. Normally no one was allowed but he kept hold of her hand anyway. He was feeling weird and it wasn't the lack of blood that was making him feel this way. He'd never felt this way and so couldn't think of what it was.

He nodded. "It's the best for all of us. It just messes with my head." and turns me into a monster. He added to himself. He couldn't even remember how many faceless humans he'd killed over the years. The more he thought about it the more the numbers went up.

He glanced up as the familiar warning of the sun coming up hit him. "I think we better run." He said tightening his hold on her hand and running straight for the house. It was better to be safe than sorry and they were running out of time.

Amora looked upward, unfamiliar with the warning she was getting. She looked at her master, relieved to not be the only one feeling it. "Run." She agreed. She sped up with him, running as if it were the easiest thing in the world. She knew she was fleeing though. Fleeing the sun.

She followed him until he stopped running, still with a bounce in her step. She was alive.

It was good to be alive.

He ran alongside her until they finally rounded a corner. "Here we go. It's not much but its home." He said dragging her to what looked like an old abandoned house, with wooden sheets covering all the windows.

"Home sweet home." He smiled pulling open the metal door to allow her in.

He placed a hand out to stop her then brought his fingers to his lips to whistle. Seconds later the living room was full of vampires. Maybe 7 or 8 of them looked back at him waiting for instruction. "This is Amora. She will be joining the family." He said stepping aside to reveal her.

"Amora this is: York, Hunter, Richard, Langley, Mowbrey, Northumberland, Gaunt, Percy and Bolingbroke."

Mora could smell them, the others like her, as they got closer to the house, she started to hover closer to master, not really sure what the others would think of her. She opened her mouth to ask a question, only to have him stop her. More than a bit intriged now, she stayed behind him, listening to the movement in the air as the other ones came. She blinked at him as he stepped aside, noting that he'd used everyone elses last name.

As her eyes alighted on each of them, she noticed her state of her dress, and the fact that she'd lost her shoes. For whatever reason, that hadn't seemed to matter when it was only master watching her. These ones, however (there was a ginger girl who was obviously looking her up and down), were judging her.

With poise only accomplished through eighteen years of elitist upbringing, Amora straightened her spine and smiled, the smile holding only the smallest bit of condescending deminor, and it was reserved only for the redhead. She curtzied with the air of one of fine upbringing, smirking as she straightened.

Now, for her last name... she was a creature of the night now, so it would be rational to name herself something more... dangerous than Beneparte. The idea came to her from her classic education, and she grinned.

"Amora Kirke, at your service." She introduced herself, winking at the taller, burly looking young man she believed was Percy. He winked back, earning himself a thousand watt smile.

Things would surely be fun here.

He smiled at Amora before turning back to the others. "Why don't you go find a room? You can have any room that doesn't have one of our scents lingering in it." He said moving to sit on the chair in the corner. This chair seened to be much nicer than the others and a lot grander too.

"Percy, find her some clothes as well. I'll take her shopping tomorrow. Today we could all use a good sleep." He said getting out his chair to give all the girls a quick kiss on the cheek before heading up to his room.

Mora grinned at her Master, and turned back to Percy, smiling and taking his outstreched hand. She flushed slightly as he kissed her on the cheek, but then skipped off to follow percy to a room. He seemed to know he was doing. A room! Fun!

She'd never felt so alive.