A Grand Story

You swept through the crowds like a shadow, naturally evading and weaving through the people as naturally as a mist, what kind of shadow ninja were you? jeez.

Anywho, you ducked through the hall and into the lavish kitchen, chefs cooking and simmering peacefully in the background, though a few clusters of people spoke in the archway to the dining-hall.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck... those bitches are fast god dayum." You grumbled, catching your breath and standing up.

You jolted, seeing the small form stood before you. But... the image before you... it was so familiar only... unimaginably beautiful. Charlottes cute form fit into a sleek black dress that frilled down to its ends, it was so elegant and serpentine on her body, and god her face, never had you seen such a gentle beauty, her lips patted lightly, her cheeks warm and crown, her eyes a roguish brown, she lept up and embraced you, wrapping her arms around you tightly.

"HEYYYYYYY!" She screamed, damn near bursting your eardrums.

"OOWWWW, hello hello! yes can you not deafen me please!" You cried as you set her down.

She scrunched up her face like a puppy, smiling apologetically "You'll uh... get over it. so... you actually came, you came for me!" She whispered happily.

You chuckled, rubbing your ear "I came for more than just you, but yeah... you're on the list. I sent Daisy to find you?" You blinked still a little dizzy.

Charlotte's lips curled "But she didn't find me, You found me..." Her arms wrapped around you again, her lips hovering "...Daddy."

There weren't _That _Many people in the kitchen, only the chefs, and the artists, oh and the geeks over there, also ALL OF THE POPULAR PEOPLE FLOODING IN LIKE BOULDER FROM HELL GAH FOR FUCK'S SAKE.

These were the conniptions that buzzed in your mind as Cherry drew you into a fierce, passionate kiss, one you at first refused but then fell into, her small body tight as it pressed against you, her lips sweet like pineapple juice or freshly squeezed orange.

The moment that you separated from that Kiss you peered around, people were watching, people were talking...

Shitting fuck shit fuck shit shit fuck..... ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-

JESUS CHRIST WILL YOU CALM DOWN! SLOTH!!

You took a short breath... that was maybe a little bit dramatic, but you took her hand "Come on, let's go get some booze." You winked.

Cherry was enchanted by your stare, charmed to the highest degree, biting at the bottom of her red lips as she was swept away by your mischief.

The clock chimed and it was deafening as ever, clapping violently against the ears of Fawkes and his companions.

"Oh bloody hell, shut that cunt the fuck up!" Swan screamed as she growled, slashing her claws against the already clawed up wall.

Hisano watched the Great London Lady Swan the Destroyer, black hair whip, her hat flying free as she covered her ears, eyes flooding red "Silence."

Everything shook, not physically but... those particles you can see in a beam of sunlight, something swung at them like a wrecking ball, a fierce command.

Silence.

Swan relaxed faster than she lost control, picking up her hat and straightening her midnight hair "Thank you, Milady." Swan spoke smoothly, though she did glare up at the great clock and hissed "Wanker!"

"How did you do that, Hisa?" Fawkes crouched down to where Lady Fall sat, her arms covered her tucked knees as her huge eyes flickered around uncertainly, she looked like the fucking grudge "Maybe sit in a chair ah? don't hide your pretty behind the fucking girl in the well."

Hisano blinked as Fawkes helped her into the comfortable chair, which she splayed out lazily on... she wondered if she was strange to these people sometimes?

Fawkes just stood, looking at her confused for a moment "Aight, so... you have been following my brudda?" He asked smoothly.

Lady Fall sat up straight, becoming noble and stern "Who's business is this?"

"I'm just asking, Hisa, no need for anger, come, I know you like de boy, just tell me a touch if you saw him or not?" Lord Horus was of two gods, Horus himself, but also of Thoth, god of scripture, of magic and wisdom, and of course, speech.

Lady Fall stood down then, and Hisano returned, looking gentle although slightly suspicious "I saw him two minutes and fifty five second ago... He is at a party." She smiled a little then, in a slightly unerving way.

Fawkes' face looked like he sniffed something bad "Gal, do you want him, or... do you want to eat him, dayum."

Hisano's beautiful owl-like eyes looked upon Fawkes "Both, I suppose."

The Two chuckled and then shared a laugh, she was charming in her own creepy way.

But that is about when the fun cut out.

Hisano's eyes flashed and Fawkes stood from his seat, his powerful fingers curling around the golden shaft of his cane, his strength pushing into the metal like putty.

The two looked at each other, they had both felt the disturbance in the Sea, something had Jolted God's pond and that was a very very bad omen.

"You felt that in the Red Sea?" Lady Fall asked, armed and ready.

"Oh yeah." Fawkes growled, taking a deep false breath and clearing his mind, collecting his thoughts "We will stay."

Hisano glowered "You will stay!" She went to dart off but--

Fawkes held on her shoulder, keeping her in the seat... she may have been trickier than he was, hundreds of times more powerful, Fawkes still had old tricks of his own.

"Listen to me, Gal, You may have some twisted ideas brewing up there for the boy, but let me tell you, if you do not speak to him and really know him, then you will know that barging into his life is not the way to get to know Charles Drake."

Hisano tightened her lips "She may harm him, kill him, I must kill her-"

"-The Morrigan's time will come, now. Trust me, just relax and play a game of dice with me..." He sat down and drew out his dice, she had a strange fascination with his dice.

"If Danger comes from her to him again, I will be the one to draw first blood." She whispered.

He bowed his head "We have a Covenant, Her blood will be yours."

You and Cherry looked for the booze far and wide, but god damn did you find them. "Wow, they were on the dining room table, right in front of us, we're dumb huh?" You said, scratching your head and checking your glasses.

Cherry scoffed "You're dumb, and I just don't bother to correct you."

You scowled "There is only one way to settle this, pixie."

Her eyes opened in recognition before narrowing swiftly "You are on, you sexy simpleton."

The two of you darted for the beer keg, grabbing cups and filling them quickly, pressing the flood into your lips the minute it reached the very brim. The two of you chugged and chugged, swallowing as much beer as your stomach could muster, one after the other until she let out a loud belch and put her palm over her mouth "Oh shit, sorry guys." She grumbled

Some guys, tech guys by the look of them, spoke among one another "Holy shit, she's the coolest girl ever."

But Cherry had sharp ears "You can't afford this, peasant." She cried, flipping them the bird before grabbing another drink and trying to catch up with you.

DING DING DING DING, GOLD STAR, WE HAVE OUTSELF A MUST-FUCK-BITCH ON OUR HANDS, THE GOLDEN GOOSE, THE BRIZED BITCH, WE HAVE TO RUT WITH HER NOW BECAUSE SHE'S AMAZING!

Okay, wow, you felt weird, Cherry was awesome, you liked her before but wow, this was actually seriously fun, you were genuinely enjoying yourself, enjoying being with her, seeing how demonic she could be... jeez...

"Haha I win, Loser!" She shouted, throwing her empty cup at you drunkenly.

"You did not, I devoured this entire keg!!" People started to gather as you screamed at each other drunkenly.

"There is no proof for that, NO PROOF, YOU HAVE THE LOCH NESS MONSTER OF WINS, IT DOESN'T FUCKING EXIST!"

You pointed darkly "Never... ever... talk about Nessie like that again."

She peered around, grinning evilly "Alright then, Asshole, if you think you can chug a keg... then I think you should do another one right now..." She addressed the room "Shouldn't He boys?"

Every jock, nerd and hipster raised their arms and roared in agreement with the beautiful girl getting the Mysterious Drake to come out of the shadows.

Sighing, you closed your fist and thumped it on your chest, standing tall on a plastic chair, drunkenly speaking to an audience already soaked in ****.

"SPARTANS!!!" You roared in a strong Scottish-vaguely greek accent.

They all focused, looking uncertain "We are not foolish men, are we boys? we are of Wallace the Black city, AND WE ARE MIGHTY!!!" You screamed.

What the fuck are you doing....

However, much to nobodies surprise "AWWHOOOOO AWHOOOOO AWHOOOOO!" The entire room cried stamping their feet like spartan soldiers... fucking new England man, holy shit.

"Today, in the name of Wallace, I will Chug this entire Keg right here!" You lent down and lifted the huge keg like it was nothing, the crowd murmuring amusedly. "But I will be doing it for a reason, I will be doing this, for the Beautiful Cherry Harlow over here!"

The Crowd rumbled flirtatiously, whistled rang and Cherry flushed "So Spartans, if you are even a little bit of a man, bred from the fires of greatness, forged in the wrath of man, then you two will fill up a glass, a shoe, It doesn't matter, hold up a drink and Chug with your King!!!" You cried manically.

The Crowd were hyped to all hell, men scrambling to fill their cups as you tested the kegs spot and pulled it over your shoulder.

The Men held up their drinks high, and much to your surprise began to speak "All Hail King Drake, all hail King Drake, All Hail King Drake!"

Hyped up, drunk and filled with no confidence at all, you cracked open the spout, and so the flood began.

The cold liquid slothed down your throat, it was good at first, fresh and herby, as subtly tasteful as you'd expect a Party hosted by Victoria would be, but after a while, it didn't quite taste of anything anymore, it sloshed down and pushed open your oesophagus, sending spark of pain into your throat, there was no taste there was no texture just a sensation of deep pain, and it was in that pain that something, rooted in the very depths of your core, lapped it's tongue and didn't like what it tasted.

The Keg was empty, you let it fall, jerking as the hungry thing began to write, began to fester and grow and complain like a starved leech.

"Chip, are you okay?" Cherry asked as you stepped down.

You looked at her, and smelt her, god she smelt so good, so pure and innocent, like a cupcake or a cookie... you salivating... you needed something from her...

But what is it?

Blood.

Its blood... isn't it?

Your bloodthirst is returning.

You pulled back from her slightly, back from everyone even as they cheered "ALL HAIL KING DRAKE!"

You touched Cherry's warm shoulder "You got any smokes?" You asked quickly.

"Um, yeah here." She pulled you a Marlboro Gold, a fine cigarette, you grabbed it and thanked her and darted away, out of the Kitchens back door and into the illustrious backyard.

Flowers flooded under the tall lights that cast pictures of azure on the fountains and patio of this beautiful garden, it was so peaceful, and couples sat out here, only a few, talking and looking at the moonlight, You stumbled over by the waterfall fountain and lit up your cigarette.

Barely two pulls of that delicious cigarette in and somebody just had to bother you. Pulled around by rough, and angry hands, you jolted back only to see...... only to see....

WoAh WhAt Is gOiNg oN WhY DoEs It fEEl lIKe tHe 80's In hERE?

The Woman before you was your height, and strong of frame. She wore a white dress that curved in and them out like the roots of a tree, a beautiful design, although it did not quite match her face.

She was unimaginably beautiful, in truth, although her expression, snarling and angry made it look a lot worse. "You are Charles Drake, I am Seorsia of the Great clan Quinn, and I have come to..... I have come t-I.... I....." She relaxed, she relaxed a lot, her face falling into an innocent although strong beauty, pushing her orange hair behind her ear, the locks cut into a wild bob "...Hey..." her accent was a soft buttery Irish, girlish and mysterious.

"Hi... Have we met before?" You asked, star-struck by this girl... something deep and dark swirling warmly, giving you butterflies.

She nodded "Y-Yeah... At that Club, with those weirdos."

You smiled at her, Jesus she was so fucking pretty "Oh yeah, I passed out."

"I um, wow you're just... I mean-Wait stop, what's happening?" Her face darkened suddenly, her eyes alert "What is this?"

"What?" You asked, confused, why were you... drawn to this weirdo for a second there?

"I have come to tell you, Drake... you disgrace to our ilk, that as the Eldest of the House of Quinn, I declare war on your territories, and that All-"

"Sorry can you hold on, I got hiccups, I'm a little drunk...." You held your breath for 20 seconds that usually worked.

this 'Seorsia' girl seemed disarmed and annoyed, grabbing you and thrusting you painfully against the wall with her abnormally strong arms and pale skin. Your eyes bacame dark, as your bones began to shake "Oh yes..." She smiled like a pirana "..I Am a Great Lord of the Vampires, The Red Queen of legend, I am your--"

She paused, because in some fucking impulsive move that seemed almost automated in the way you executed it, you lent over and pecked her lips, making her freeze and her face well, she suddenly once again became soft and warm, looking up at you as she touched her lips "You stole that kiss..." She smiled "I want it back." Swiftlygoing to jump at you, she suddenly became distressed again "WAIT!? HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS!? WHAT IS GOING ON!?" She roared angrily.

You maintained a strict eyeliner, you just... couldn't take your eyes off of her, you had to have a weekeness for Redheads, specifically scary red heads.

You somehow knew that... she was putting on this facade, well it was a genuine part of herself; this anger and wrath... but the dark thing inside you, reached out to the dark thing in her, and it was small, and scared, a quivering thing.

Moving closer together, you felt it then, like a spark between you, something was decided, as your inner demon touched hers, and your matching silver eyes, inlaid with gold flashed.

It was then that she pounced on you, and kissing passionately, vanishing into the underbrush of soft lillies to... well... fuck.

But the thing is my friends is that this tale took place in the past, and in reflection you could never quite recall that.

"That's lame dad..." The Girl scowled, But the boy looked quietly, forlorn at the missing chunk in the story.

"I'm sorry, but not every story can be recalled with clarity, at the forefront of life it is interpreting the missing pieces along the way." You smiled, at the pair, completely different and yet paradoxically the same, and their elder sister, fiddling with her stitches as the eldest brother fished quietly in the moonlight by their hunting tents.

"If the Morrigan and the Dark sun-" The Girl started, her hair red as the fire.

You raised an eyebrow "The Dark sun eh? so I'm guessing that Mom tried to spill the beans early, ugh damn woman." She was a cold mama... but she was your cold mama.

"If the Morrigan wanted to declare war, then why did you make love with her?" The Boy's voice was soft and impartial, near a whisper, seldom heard.

You smiled "That My Son... Is the right question."