Vampyre Blue (Alternative Women)

by Davena Slade Nicolaou

  It was true about looking like Pierre, Daen had considered that a low point in his life, but the Oracle wouldn't let it go. Daen was pacing through his magnificent parlour, thinking to himself. There were massive windows with beautiful rich drapes of blue and green overlooking the Eden like garden. The chairs in the room matched the drapes as did the other décor in the room. Pacing backwards and forwards Daen was deep in thought. He thought back to his time in the Imperial Army. He had thousands of men under his control, even as a General he hadn't been mentally tested like this in his entire career. In his whole life. Isis had meant everything to him. Pierre couldn't be right he thought. Daen rubbed his head, he was clean shaven, bald, he was fed up , angry and frustrated. All he wanted was Isis, he thought Blue was Isis, or at least the reincarnation of her soul, the Oracle had convinced him so.

  Pierre was surprisingly relaxed on a chaise long, he was angry at his life long friend for such a betrayal. He wished Daen would believe him over his precious Oracle. Daen breathed in deeply then went on, the growl in his voice box emanating through.

  'You were supposed to just watch her then report back to me. Watch her from afar to see if she was the one. You weren’t supposed to get involved, let alone lay with her. She is the reincarnation of my beloved!'

  'We met by accident, you know this already!' Pierre felt like he was talking to a brick wall.

  'How very convenient your lies seem to be.' Daen crossed his massive arms across his powerful chest, he couldn't believe Pierre despite how much he wanted to.

  'There is no talking to you is there Daen? You’re going to be stubborn and infuriating. I can’t deal with you like this. You make me sick.'

  Pierre slowly got up out of the chaise long and started to walk to the door.

  'Where are you going?' Questioned Daen.

  'Like I would ever tell you.' Mocked Pierre.

  'Pierre, don’t leave. It will be okay, she will be with us. We can work this out.' Daen didn't want to fall out with Pierre, he wanted them all together. Even though he was so impossibly infuriated with Pierre right now.

  'We can't. I have no choice; you have given me no choice. I wish to leave before I say something I may regret. Goodbye Daen.'

  Pierre walked out of the door, he was seething with anger, he almost couldn't believe what was happening. He strolled to the garage got into his custom Aston Martin Vanquish. The blacked out windows enabled Pierre to go anywhere in the blazing sunshine, it didn’t matter today there was a ferocious storm, there was lightening and it was pouring with rain.

  Daen watched Pierre disappear out of sight, the rain streaming down the windows. His mood was just like the storm, ferociously angry. He was upset though, deep in his core, his heart ached for his best friend. He knew he had lost him now. Pierre and Isis. He felt lost. Ancient and powerful as he was he felt so vulnerable and weak. Then he thought about Pierre and Blue together and once again the venom washed over him.

  Daen Ra’Bella had known Pierre for hundreds of years, yet he still didn’t really know him at all. That is why they had remained friends for so long, the unpredictability is what had kept them together, and had kept them from tearing each other's throats out. Pierre had crossed the line this time, he’d slept with Daen’s possible queen. Daen had thought it beneath him to disguise himself as Pierre in order to lure young Blue into the forest so she could be bitten. But the Oracle had talked him into it, she told him it was written in the prophecies and made him promise her that was what he was going to do. It had angered him that they had been disturbed just after he had bitten Blue. That he’d had to abandon her to her friends when they turned up, but they were closing in with police dogs and helicopters. He wanted Blue so much but everything kept getting in the way. She was supposed to be his queen, another walker of the light. He thought about Blue all the time, he was somehow linked to her since he’d bitten her. He’d been waiting centuries for her, that Pierre had touched her angered him more than words could ever express.

  He walked back over to the window, he looked through the glass down onto his beautiful estate. It was stormy, overcast and raining, his eyes drawn to the fountain two storeys below. He watched the rain drops rippling into the water, coy carp surfacing thinking the rain something they could consume. “How Blue would love it here” Daen thought to himself.

  Daen could sense the hurt and pain, the confusion that followed Blue’s change to Vampyre. He could feel what she felt, and it broke his heart. He knew that now they had been apart it would be better for her to develop her own senses and lifestyle without interference, like he had done himself millennia before. He knew she would come to hate him if she ever knew he had bitten her. They had the rest of eternity to kiss and make up. She had no idea who he was. But Daen couldn’t stand by and watch her walk away, he needed to be in her life and he needed her to know him. He wanted her to be relaxed and at ease around him. He was prepared to do anything it took to get her into his life. It had cost him his closest friend already, there was nothing left to lose.

  Chapter Three.

  The hours, days, and weeks after Blue was bitten were really a blur for her. A sweating, seething, agonisingly acute, body writhing blur.

  When Blue had been missing for just a couple of hours they had sent out a search party, they looked through the Manor house and its grounds. She had grimaced when her friends told her about how her birthday celebration had finished.

  Blue was found at dawn out in the woods, Star had found her and discovered she had no pulse. Star thought she was dead, she was covered in blood and had obviously lost loads as well. As Star thought all was lost, Blue had stirred and opened her eyes. Star covered for her lack of pulse, saying her pulse was really weak and that she couldn't get a clear feel for it. So instead of hospital she was taken to Star's Mansion to be given the best private healthcare money can buy. Star thought Blue would get better quicker in her own space. She would get better under the watchful eyes of Star, because she alone was in on the fact that Blue had no pulse whatsoever. So for the months that it took Blue to get fit and able enough to get out of bed, she stayed at Stars.

  The guys at Naught said she could have her job back when she got better, it was there when she was ready. But it took time for her to feel remotely healthier. Star had been a complete saint, she had made sure Blue was okay and got her everything she could possibly need. Another problem that cropped up on Blue, that once she had been ill for so long she'd forgotten she'd not eaten, she'd been hooked up to IV drips and had blood constantly being pumped into her. The food drips hadn't really taken, so only the salty water and blood were being absorbed. Once that had stopped, her hunger had come back and despite how hungry she got she couldn't satisfy her appetite without throwing up the food she had eaten straight away. She managed raw, almost still alive bloody steak but that didn't cut it. It was as if she'd eaten a very dry cracker!

  It wasn't until one of Star's handy men Colin, he was the usual gardener and jack of all trades, he was helping Blue put up pictures in her room. He had hit his hand somehow and it had started to bleed. Blue kissed the bruised finger better and got a taste for the blood. She sucked his finger until he passed out, because it tasted so good. She left him alive and asleep on her bed. Blue likened the experience to being stuck in the desert completely dehydrated and then happening upon a glacial pool and jumping in. Colin is now one of Blue's snacks, one of her many acquaintances she uses for blood. She tasted Colin's blood and suddenly felt a million times better.

  That was when she realised she had become a very different animal.

  After all the drama of Blue being bitten, turning into a Vampyre, being undead and the seeming love of her life disappearing into thin air. She still had to witness the demise of her friends perfect lives and the hopeless feeling of being absolutely powerless to do anything about it all.

  The girls needed her help, support and advice. Her life had already bit the dust so she tried to forget all about her own love life and happiness and j
ust concentrate on all of her friends for a while. Anything to fill the Pierre shaped gap in her life.

  Miss Star Gaise had made her fortune organising the most fabulous parties ever. She’d started the whole thing at boarding school when she was just a kid, about twelve. To be exact it was the few days leading up to Star's thirteenth birthday. She wasn't going anywhere for her birthday, no parents fetching her and lavishing their attention upon her. She was loaded before she made her own money, or her parents were loaded. Her father was an Arab Sheik and her mother was an African Princess. Star was a love child, her parents had had some trouble with their parents, Star's grandparents, the whole family had just about given up on Star's parents, but when she arrived the grandparents seemed to forget all their discrimination because they all fell absolutely in love with her.

  Her father was deeply involved with his oil company, he was always travelling with Star's mother. But he wanted his daughter to have a British education, so she was packed off to boarding school at age five.

  By the time Blue bumped into her she was an independent young girl with confidence, money and wit. She wasn't going to watch her first teenage birthday pass by without consequence, she would organise an extravagant party herself, she had her parents allowance. Star would never let anyone’s birthday pass with out so much as a glance, never mind her own. Blue still remembered the day (cue Wayne's World style flashback scenario). Star had hired out a cinema for all the girls in their year (they were still at the age where they’d rather talk about boys than actually spend any time with them, as boys their age were stupid, immature and a general waste of time). They went to see “Cool Runnings”. Thinking about it still makes Blue smile. When they saw it they were all giggling and laughing “Polar Bears and Penguins and ICE!”. After their private cinema showing they were all taken in limousines to a Spa Retreat. The Spa Retreat was also hired out exclusively for them for the whole day, they were all pampered beyond their wildest dreams. A brand new experience for a bunch of thirteen year old's in 1994, treatments, saunas, Jacuzzi, ice pools, massage tables, it was absolute magic. Everyone including Blue was completely awestruck and the fact no one was left out impressed every single one of them. Blue recalled that the whole year group of girls bonded well on that trip,it pulled them together, it certainly helped break down barriers that might have been there before. After the Spa they were taken back to the school. Beauticians were waiting for them in their dormitories ready to work their make-up magic, racks of dresses (no two the same) and shoes upon shoes. The girls were escorted to the dining room by male models dressed in lavish Hugo Boss suits. The dining room had been transformed into an underwater dream-scape, shimmering blues and greens, ladies dressed as mermaids sat on rocks, floating fishes suspended from the ceiling, seaweed all around, it was amazing for Star and her friends.

  For the evening meal there was an open buffet, if anyone wanted anything specific all they had to do was ask. And the rest of the school was invited to the Ball, a DJ playing all the latest music. The disco went on until the small hours, luckily for them it was reluctantly agreed with the teachers and staff that were on the grounds on the weekend. The whole event was completely perfect for Star at age thirteen. Her birthdays got more extravagant each year after that, and a whole lot more expensive.

  Once Star had organised that amazing party, it was the marker for all that was to come. All the girls in school that had an insane amount of money at their disposal asked Star if they could hire her to make their perfect occasions even more special. Star had made that much of an impression with the parents of the children at her boarding school that she even organised a wedding when she was sixteen. That event was covered by Vogue! VOGUE! Not the bridal magazines, but freaking' Vogue! A complete interview with “An up and coming Star”, she was literally jet propelled into the A list Celebrity stratosphere with just one magazine special. She loved what she did, more than school. She was so damn good at it too. Investors invested, she made really good decisions and incredibly good money. She became the president of 'Star' she was the figure head of the organisation still in her teens. THE Party Organisation, for event organisation. They are now used by everyone everywhere for every occasion imaginable, no matter what the budget, small or gigantic. That business philosophy is what made her popular with the public, the “any” budget. People with small budgets were treated with as much class and fuss as those with spectacular amounts of money to throw around. She became the people’s person – the most popular Celebrity worldwide literally overnight.

  Star always had the business acumen, it was just her love life that wasn't where she'd thought it would be, or where she wanted it to be. She always had the men lining up to wine and dine her, which was half the trouble. They were no challenge for her, they didn't inspire her to be her best. Star preferred or rather needed a challenge in every aspect of her life. The guys lining up bored her senseless, they didn’t spark her interest. They’d talk about themselves as if to impress her and she was fast becoming completely disinterested in love and finding love altogether.

  Blue saw Star's situation from an outside perspective and being a helpless romantic herself found it all heartbreaking. The worst scenario for Star, lonely and loveless. After all, Blue thought, love is what makes the world go round. Not money, but that sure helps. Blue was convinced that she would meet 'Mr Right' but Blue knew her luck, they would have to find either someone so insanely rich he’d make Star look poor (which is no mean feat) or someone with no interest in money and fame, again somewhere in the vicinity of impossible. The later more likely being of no interest to Star whatsoever.

  Eliza Hart had gotten into the occult and irregular after her twin sister Amelia tragically died when they were just eight years old. Amelia had burned to death in her bed, the smoke was so dense her father couldn’t find her. Eliza had gotten out with her mother, her father was dragged out by the firemen. Amelia didn’t stand a chance. Both parents were devastated, they couldn’t forgive themselves, so they immersed themselves in their work. Eliza was traumatised both by her sister’s tragic death and the severe lack of interaction from her parents once Amelia had died. They couldn’t bear to look at Eliza because they were so very alike. Eliza had lost the closest person to her, she and her sister even finished each others sentences without thinking about it.

  Blue met Eliza when they were twelve years old, by which time she had got weird and cookie off to a tee. Unlike her Gothic dark and black wearing counterparts, she hid her interests in the dark arts behind her bright colours. Her eccentricity stemmed from her belief that her sister was still communicating with her. She'd be found on a regular basis talking to herself, getting odd looks from other kids. They weren’t impressed with this strangeness at school – needless to say before Blue got there she'd always had trouble making friends.

  Blue on the other hand found it entirely easy making friends with her. She had something in common with her, however macabre. She had lost her sister, her best friend and in turn her parents too. They had, after all sent her to boarding school so she wouldn’t remind them of her on a daily basis. Blue had lost her parents in a car accident, her whole life as she knew it. They were in effect orphans at boarding school, Blue was alone and Eliza had been abandoned. They fast became the best of friends, finding comfort and security in each others company. Blue indulged her eccentricity about her sister, but when Eliza asked Amelia about anything she would always have an answer. It was amazing, they knew everything that was happening all over the school. Blue completely believed Eliza and promised to keep her secret. Blue even started to hear Amelia herself, and after a séance they had held when they were about fourteen, Blue had been able to see and hear her ever since. So Eliza wasn't lying, there was really much more to life than meets the eye.

  Eliza had practised Tarot from about ten years of age after her sister had suggested it to her. It was brilliant, she did Blue's readings, predicted their futures and revealed insights into situations unravelling daily.
They sneaked into the basements and attics of the school building, anywhere off limits to students. Places free of people so they could perform secret séances and call on the spirits for help and guidance.

  That's what attracted Star to them, the off limit activities. She was bored with the regular kids, sycophantic, sucking up to her because she was so ludicrously rich. Eliza and Blue didn't care about money, they were dangerous and aloof. So cool and alluring to Star.

  Eliza was also a complete geek at school, so clever and driven. If she wanted to know something she would sink her teeth in and find everything that could be learnt about what it was she needed to know. That's why she was so good with the anthropology stuff, Blue never really got it even as a kid. Eliza totally did, she’d find out about cults, ritualistic cultures, the occult and paranormal activities by being involved with the people she studied. Now she was a doctor in the weird and wonderful. She was the woman in the know about anything to do with human behaviour and activities. Renown in her field throughout the world, called upon as an expert frequently.