April 5th, 2120
"Los Meteo, Border between Texas and Louisiana, USNA.
In Los Meteo, a neon-lit hellhole, jagged towers of chrome pierce the smog-choked sky, each plastered with flashing holograms and endless ad screens.
Narrow, rain-slick alleys brim with activity as chrome-heads zip by on hoverbikes, flaunting for the girls. Some chromie seeks a round with some robo cheeks, while a cheap Elisim junkie be throwin' it back for the next hit.
In the upper city, rich asshats unwind in sleek, chrome high-rises with some killer views.
While in the lower city, the streets have fallen into a smoggy, lowlife minefield where old man Rhymes peddles his final fixes from a rundown shop.
The black market stays thriving with shady cybermods, rogue AI peddlers, and illegal robo-brawls that draw the reckless and the idiotic in the same vein.
Diverse cultures and cutting-edge tech collide as folks hustle through acid rain and neon fog.
Walls coated with graffiti - both real and digital.
Cops bark rants about artists defacing walls in protest against corporate puppeteers, an almost laughable reality if you ask me.
Los Meteo, a city of fallen meteors, lives by its own brutal rules.
Well - that's Los Meteo: where neon never sleeps and tomorrow's a fckin' gamble."
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On this particular day, Neo Arts University, or NAU for short, is the heart of this cybernetic hell's paradise. Its campus was a haven from the city itself.
A place where tradition and advancement fucked and had a kid called innovation, a place where the big-brained minds of tomorrow were being forged or zipped.
Fresh-faced students who had no fckin' idea of what they were gettin' themselves into by coming to this city, the place known as the City of Fallen Stars.
New people mixed with the returning college brainers.
Among them was Adrian Lafayette Ramirez, better known as Adrian.
Adrian was a newcomer with a distinctive appearance that set him apart from the crowd.
His parents, Chae Ramirez and Aaron LaFayette, stood on either side of him.
Their expressions blended pride and apprehension as they remembered the overwhelming challenges of their college lives.
Their younger daughter, Lisa, is beside them, dancing to the latest DJ Rush track, using a pair of Xen-phones.
On Lisa's other side stood their eldest daughter, Aysha, the one who had chosen this college for Adrian.
Adrian's appearance was as distinctive as his personality. His black dreadlocks gathered into a ponytail.
Clad in clothes that mixed white, black, and gold, he stood out among his peers' more conventional attire.
Chae and Aaron are Adrian's parents.
Chae's personality was a mix of warmth and authority. In her early fifties, she had a well-defined sense of style.
Her light-brown skin glows under the neon lights of Los Meteo, and her deep-brown eyes are always full of emotion. Chae's long, smooth hair is often styled upward.
For this special day, she dons a neon pink jacket with sleek lines and embedded LED lights.
The jacket is paired with a black, form-fitting, high-tech jumpsuit featuring integrated digital displays.
Aaron, on the other hand, is a tall, broad-shouldered man in his mid-fifties, his demeanor balancing ruggedness and dependability.
His dark brown skin and neatly trimmed beard are accented by an old-school chrome-plated arm, a remnant from the early days of tech enhancements.
He dons a dark leather jacket over a high-tech, utilitarian vest that combines style with function.
The weathered yet well-maintained jacket reflects his family roots, while the bright fabric vest adjusts to temperature changes.
Aaron's eyes pierce with a striking yellow.
Their expressions reveal a mix of pride in their son's achievements and the anxieties that come with such a significant life change.
Dany, their youngest, and Adrian's baby sister, is 10, and one of the youngest tech prodigies in the making.
Like her mother, Dany has light brown skin and curly black hair, often worn loose, with a few strands dyed blonde. Her eyes are a deep mustard yellow.
Dany is dressed in her favorite holo-hoodie, which changes color with her mood.
The hoodie features a mix of blues and purples that shift subtly. She pairs this with her favorite basketball shorts and a pair of high-top Zirca sneakers with built-in LED lights that Adrian bought her yesterday.
Around her wrist, she wears a smart band loaded with her lesson apps and games.
Beside Dany stood Aysha.
The oldest of the three siblings, and Adrian's big sister, at 22, is a mechanic and has her own shop. Aysha stands at 5'8" with a slender, athletic build.
Aysha has long, jet-black hair often styled in braids or an afro. She has almond-shaped yellow eyes.
Aysha wears a cropped, sleeveless jacket with Afropunk symbols and neon lining. The jacket is reinforced with lightweight padding on the shoulders and back for protection.
Underneath, she sports a form-fitting, high-tech bodysuit with built-in tools and a holographic interface. Her cargo-style jean shorts have patchwork from all the times she's ripped them while working and neon seams.
She wears heavy-duty, steel-toed boots, engraved with her logo - a small bomb styled in a cartoon style, her boots have magnetized soles for scaling surfaces.
She completes her look with a tool belt, Afropunk-inspired goggles, and accessories such as metallic bangles, beads, and earrings.
As they walked the campus, Adrian saw groups of tech students, all wrapped up in the glow of an augmented-reality showing of another student's work.
Dozens of artsy types, adorned in a riot of neon colors and intricate tattoos, animatedly discussed their latest projects.
Meanwhile, groups of athletes debated training and upcoming competitions.
The campus was a smaller imitation of the city itself, a melting pot where individuals from all walks of life converged to pursue their passions.
Neo Arts University was a whole-ass melting pot of wild personalities and futuristic drip, a chaotic fusion of tech nerds, art weirdos, gym rats, and brainiacs all crammed into one elite-ass campus.
As they walked, Adrian became the focus of a lively discussion among a group of young women huddled in the shade of a massive oak tree.
A cluster of first-year students occupied a nearby table, their eyes darting toward the other new arrivals with some interest.
Among them was a group of jocks, also first-years, who were making a concerted effort to catch the girls' attention.
Their attempts were loud and boisterous, but they seemed to have little impact.
In the midst of this scene was a young woman whose presence was as captivating as Adrian's.
She stood apart from the rest, her gaze locked onto Adrian with a focused intensity.
One of the jocks, eager to impress, tried to insert himself into her line of sight, but his chatter went unnoticed.
The woman stood out as a striking figure.
Her eyes, an otherworldly neon blue, radiated a mystical allure that seemed tinged with danger. As all the girls, both fourth-year and first-year students, had gathered around her and her friends, her presence commanded attention.
She kept her eyes fixed on Adrian from afar.
Drawn to the strange and those who challenge standards, she first noticed Adrian weeks ago when he toured the campus before being accepted. His style and aura set him apart from the crowd.
Now, as she watched him interact with his newly arrived family and friends, her interest deepened.
Her blue eyes tracked his every move, as if she were trying to solve a puzzle.
Selene moved with almost inhuman elegance, her poise setting her apart from others. Her long, inky-black dreadlocks flowed like shadows behind her, contrasting sharply with the city's vibrant hues.
Clad in a low-collared outfit echoing Los Meteo's neon palette of blue, black, and white, she embodied the city's nocturnal atmosphere.
Her gaze was fixed on Adrian. Beneath the calm exterior, a flicker of curiosity flared.
As Adrian talked with his parents and friends, he noticed Selene's eyes.
Her eyes, those unnatural shades of blue, held an icy feeling that sent a shiver down his spine.
For a moment, his eyes let loose a flash of yellow with a red iris in the center, a stark contrast to their usual brown.
The anomaly was gone just as quickly as it had appeared, but Selene had seen it. Recognition crossed her face as she stood, her lips curving into a satisfied smile.
She knew now that Adrian was no ordinary freshman; instead, he was like her and her clique. There was something different about him, something she was determined to discover for herself.
He truly was a piece of a puzzle she was determined to complete. As Adrian, his friends, and family disappeared into the entrance of the dorms, Selene nodded her head towards her friends, who stood as well, smiles appearing across all their faces as one by one, they melted back into the shadows, with Selene being the last to do so, her form as elusive as the city's myths.
The game had begun, and she was the hunter.
4 years later - 2124 - May 19th - Los Meteo, California - Neo Arts University.
Adrian, now a seasoned fourth-year student, was one year away from freedom, or, as his abuela would say, "freedom."
"¡Finalmente, un pájaro listo para volar!"
[TRANSLATION: Finally, a bird is ready to fly!]
Adrian was much more mature, yet just as immature.
By this point, the carefree days of freshman year were a memory for Adrian and his friends, replaced by the weight of their upcoming graduation.
Yet, even with the incoming responsibilities, he found bliss in the company of his closest childhood best friends.
At his side were Marcus Campbell and Mason Reid - Adrian's brothers from other mothers, his childhood best friends turned adopted brothers.
Tonight, this trio of two Texas-born morons and one London-born smart ass went to their favorite cyber bar, known as "Los Dynamo," a spot these three boneheads have visited more than they'd like to admit. Adrian and Mason have been there often, while Marcus, on the other hand, was the resident party boy through and through.
Adrian's signature style, a fusion of the past and future, had evolved with him.
His dreadlocks, now styled in a ponytail with shaved sides, stood out from the clean-cut appearance of his peers.
Clad in white, black, and gold, he wore clothes a fusion of late-90s aesthetics, his grandfather had once told him, who had ruled the country in the 1990s and early 2000s.
As Marcus and Mason drifted towards the main walkway back to the dormitory, Adrian was struck by an inexplicable sense of unease.
A chill caused the hairs on his arms to stand on end as if he were being watched.
The sensation was only growing by the second; it lingered, and he decided to push it to the back of his mind as he walked with his two drunken friends.
Marcus soon turned to face him a bit.
"Marcus: Yow Rian! Wah deh up wid dat look? Yu fraid ya pussy? What? Fraid addi dark???"
Marcus said with a smug, slightly intoxicated grin on his stupid face.
Adrian chuckled a bit, quick to counter his best friend's insult, but before he could shit-talk back, Mason jumped in, sharp and accurate as ever.
"Mason: Oi, you got some nerve, Mar! Weren't it me an' this tosser 'ere who actually went into that crusty old git Sanchez's manor when we were 15? All' 'cause you dared us, yeah? But what did you do? Stood there shakin' like a wet cat in the bloody rain! Proper mug, you are!"
Adrian burst into laughter, and Mason followed suit. Marcus joined in, realizing that even after all these years together and four years of college, they remained the best of friends.
As they talked, Adrian felt that chill again. He unconsciously scanned the crowd, searching for anything out of place or any sign of an unfamiliar presence, but he saw nothing.
He brushed off the feeling as jitters from the beer, still feeling more sober than Marcus and Mason, who both seemed ready to topple over at any moment.
They soon began their walk back to the dorms, continuing their stories about the past, with Adrian laughing loudly at the banter between Marcus and Mason.
"Adrian: Aight, listen up, Marcus, if yo' drunk ass can make it back to the dorm without eatin' pavement even once, I swear on my abuela's chancla, you can bring them girls next time. Pero si vuelves a cagarla, te voy a burlar durante el resto del año. ¿Trato o qué, pendejo?"
[Translation: But if you bust yo' shit even ONCE, I'm clownin' yo ass for the rest of the year. Deal or what, pendejo?]
He said confidently, as Marcus appeared to be using all his willpower just to stay upright.
But just as quickly, Marcus smirked.
"Marcus: DEAL YA DUMBASS BOY! mi finally gwine git sum alone time wid Ro-ro! Shi hav bin textin' mi aal week!"
And with that, Marcus let his Jamaican side come out again(which, in all honesty, happened whenever this dumbass got drunk off his shit-).
As they walked, a pair of eyes watched Adrian.
These eyes seemed otherworldly, their neon blue color. They watched and followed only Adrian as the trio soon made it past the alley, and the eyes moved through the shadows, keeping up with them.
As they got closer to the dormitory, a girl came out of the door, her face angry. It was none other than Frida Boulevardez, the dorm manager and Adrian's older cousin.
Frida was a commanding presence in Los Meteos' nightlife. At around thirty-one years old, her style fused cyberpunk edginess with practical sophistication.
Her dark hair was pulled into a high, sleek ponytail, and her neon-highlighted jacket glowed faintly in the dim light.
She wore high-tech glasses that doubled as a digital interface, and her skin, a rich shade of brown, was enhanced with subtle, glowing tattoos tracing her arms and neck, hinting at her technological flair.
Frida's attitude was laced with an authoritative edge, her voice carrying both warmth and an unmistakable firmness as she approached Adrian and his friends.
Frida was approaching the trio with a stern look.
"Frida: Adrián, ¿qué diablos estás haciendo aquí tan tarde? You know better than to be out in this mess, especially with estos borrachos."
Adrian was grinning sheepishly.
"Adrian: Ah, Frida, we're just wrapping up a fun night. We're heading back now, promise."
Frida had crossed her arms, but softened slightly.
"Frida: Ay, no me vengas con eso. I've seen you three stumble in here more times than I can count. I gotta make sure you get back in one piece, alright?"
Marcus was swaying slightly.
"Marcus: Chill out, Frida. We're just having some fun. No need to be so serious! You're still the same spoilsport as always!"
Frida had started raising an eyebrow, but with a hint of amusement.
"Frida: Marcus, si te caes y te rompes algo, no vengas llorando. I'm just looking out for you, okay? Los callejones aquí no son un buen lugar para andar borracho."
Mason was chuckling as he watched Adrian tense, hearing his cousin's words.
"Mason: We got it, Frida. Just enjoying the night, that's all."
Frida was sighing, but with a wry smile.
"Frida: Alright, but don't make me come look for you again. Get inside and keep the noise down, ¿entienden?"
As Frida watched them head towards the dorm, her glowing tattoos flickering softly, she kept a watchful eye on Adrian and his friends.
Despite her tough exterior, her concern for her cousin and his crew was evident, reflecting her protective nature toward her little cousin and his friends.
Adrian and Frida stayed back as Marcus and Mason went inside. They watched as his friends disappeared into the building, their laughter echoing in the night.
Frida started chewing Adrian out for another night.
Frida glared at Adrian with a mixture of frustration and maternal concern as she began her familiar lecture.
"Frida: Adrian Lorenzo Caden Ramirez?! What did mi tía teach us about growing up? ¡Mira, what would mi mamá say if she saw you out here acting like a fool again? She'd be devastated seeing her only nephew running around like this!"
Adrian dropped his head, feeling the weight of her words. He knew she was right, and the memory of his aunt Benny, who had always been a guiding presence in his life, weighed heavily on him. She had moved back to Mexico to care for his uncle, and Adrian felt a bit of guilt knowing she'd be deeply disappointed if she were here to see him now.
Adrian was mumbling.
"Adrian: I know, Frida. It's just that we were blowing off steam. It's been a rough semester, you know?"
Frida was shaking her head, thinking about what her little cousin was doing tonight, thinking about how much trouble he could've gotten into.
"Frida: A rough semester? That's no excuse to be out here every single night, stumbling around like a lost kid. You know better than this. ¿Dónde está el sentido común, Adrián? You're an adult now. I expect more from you!"
Her eyes softened for a moment as she looked at him, remembering all the times she had scolded him growing up, through high school, and beyond. Even then, she had been the one to hold him accountable, to guide him with a mix of tough love and care.
"Frida: You think you can just party away your problems? Huh? You've got responsibilities now, and you're not a kid anymore. Mi mamá and tía worked hard to keep you on track, to make sure you didn't end up like some lost soul in this crazy city once you got here. And now look at you. I'm just trying to make sure you don't forget what really matters."
Adrian looked up, meeting her eyes with a mixture of guilt and gratitude. He recognized that she was right; her scolding reflected her concern, just as it always did - both as his older cousin and the one who helped him grow up.
Adrian nodded, trying to hide his shame and relief as Frida and his friends headed toward the dorm. He soon began to follow them.
Once the dormitory doors closed behind his friends and cousin, Adrian stood alone.
The city's sounds grew louder in his solitude.
He smiled, recalling what his dad might be saying if he were alive today.
A year had passed since his father's death from chronic poisoning, and someone had slipped something into his drink.
His father's words echoed in his mind:
"Aaron: Always trust your gut, son. It knows things your mind can't possibly react to."
As his eyes caught the glow, they flashed briefly, his pupils contracting into narrow slits, a red hue replacing the familiar yellow.
Dizziness suddenly overwhelmed him, reeling his senses. He stumbled back, desperate to flee. But an unseen force, a malevolent pull, kept him rooted to the spot.
He looked up at the towering skyscrapers standing tall over him. Their neon signs, usually a vibrant spectacle, now seemed dull.
He felt as if he were being watched, not by human eyes but by something hungry.
He turned down a narrow alleyway, a stark contrast to the neon-drenched walkway to the dormitory building.
He suspected the feeling came from something in the alley; his mind, on the other hand, was thinking of the kitten they had adopted last month.
The alley seemed empty. He called out, his voice a thin, reedy sound in the darkness.
"Adrian: Sylvester? Are you here, you little troublemaker???"
Adrian's eyes darted like a hyperactive squirrel, scanning the alleyway.
"Adrian: This sneaky little furball-"
He muttered.
"Adrian: Vester! I'll get you ya lil' furball!"
This wasn't your average alleyway cat; this was Sylvester, a mischievous gremlin of a kitten who surprisingly had a knack for disappearing into thin air.
Lil' guy has been getting out a lot lately and getting into trouble with the local alley cats.
Why'd Adrian feel like he was a dad hunting down his rebellious son?
The usual suspects – the occasional pervert chromie getting off to a strip club hypno drive, some easy prostitute hooped up on Elisim willing to sell herself for another hit of that nasty brain goop.
Maybe it was even a stray dog or cat – they were nowhere to be found.
Just the usual mess of noise: the distant wail of some sirens, the rhythmic drip of a leaky pipe, and the unsettling silence that followed.
Then, a voice. Soft, almost melodic, yet chillingly familiar.
"???: Adrian... oh, suga, I see ya~ Ain't no use hidin' from lil' ol' me now~"
Adrian froze.
Goosebumps erupted on his arms. That voice....it was....otherworldly. Like a siren song, both alluring and terrifying.
He'd never heard it before, yet it felt... familiar, almost uncomfortably familiar.
Suddenly, a loud boom of crashing metal and trash.
Trash cans toppled over, sending a shower of rusty lids and trash bags all across the pavement.
Adrian whirled around, heart hammering against his ribs. Was it Marcus? Mason? Or worse, Frida?
But there was nothing. Just silence, broken only by his frantic breathing.
Then, a tiny meow.
Sylvester, the culprit himself, emerged from behind a discarded tire, looking sheepish.
Adrian let out a sigh of relief, more dramatic than necessary.
"Adrian: You lil' furball! I told Marcus to keep yo lil' ass locked up in yo cage! Now look at what you've done!"
He scooped up the kitten, who purred softly, oblivious to the near-heart attack he'd just caused.
As Adrian turned to leave, he swore he heard a whisper in the wind.
"???: He's found you, little one..."
Adrian whirled around again, swearing he saw something zip past him, almost as though it was a human, that much he could tell, but no human can move that fast.
After Sylvester meowed, he smiled, he dismissed it as a trick of the wind, but a shiver ran down his spine, and he quickened his pace, glancing over his shoulder every few steps, just to make sure nothing was following him.
"Adrian: Now what are we gonna do about you? Being bad already at just a year old, you're a handful, Vester."
He chuckled, adjusting the black kitten perched on his shoulder. The little one purred, rubbing its head against Adrian's cheek.
Adrian walked back towards the dormitory as the black kitten stayed on his shoulder.
Adrian opened the door and put Sylvester down. The kitten meowed at him, and Adrian smiled at it.
"Adrian: Oh, now you just tryna get outta trouble. Not this time, Ves!"
Adrian said as he stepped forward, entering the dormitory as he closed the door behind himself.
Adrian looks down at Sylvester, who's rubbing up against his pant leg, purring like a little motorboat.
"Adrian: Alright, alright, time to eat before bed, you little troublemaker! I swear, you act like I'm starvin' ya."
Sylvester looked up at him with big, innocent eyes as if to say:
"What, me? Never!"
Adrian rolls his eyes but scoops up the kitten and heads upstairs to his dorm.
As he opens the door, he hears the loud, unmistakable sound of Mason's snoring coming through the thick ass wall.
"Adrian: Damn, Mason, I thought we had a raccoon infestation... but nope, just your loud ass snoring again-"
Adrian chuckled to himself as he set Sylvester down beside the small bowl of kibble he'd laid out. The kitten digs in with no hesitation, completely ignoring Adrian's antics.
"Adrian: Eat up, you lil' furball, don't make me regret feedin' ya tonight. You're lucky you're so adorable."
Adrian heads into the bathroom, taking a moment to splash water on his face. He hears a muffled snore turn into an almost cartoonish "Hhhhhrmmpf…" from Mason's side of the wall.
Adrian dropped onto his bed as he laughed quietly to himself. He heard Sylvester finish his meal.
"Adrian: Man, that's gotta be a health hazard. If I'm ever in a pinch, I'mma just gonna throw Mason at 'em. Ain't no beast in the world can resist that sound."
Returning to his dorm, Adrian goes to his bed, flopping down with a dramatic sigh.
Sylvester, now full and satisfied, immediately jumps up onto his stomach, curling into a ball like he owns the place.
"Adrian: Nighty night, Vester! You eat like a king and sleep like a baby. Must be nice, huh?"
Adrian stretches out, rubbing his eyes and getting comfortable.
He grins at the kitten, who has already started to softly purr again, completely unaware of Adrian's late-night yap session.
"Adrian: Guess we're both gonna sleep like a log. I'll probably wake up to Mason's snoring still goin' and you'll probably wake up at three in the mornin' tryin' to chew on my shoelaces, huh?"
With a yawn, Adrian pulls the covers up around himself, adjusting the kitten as he settles in.
The kitten settled in as he stretched.
"Adrian: Alright, alright... but don't go gettin' any ideas, Sylvester. If you start throwin' a party in the middle of the night, I'm coming for you."
The kitten, oblivious, lets out a little snore of his own.
Adrian, chuckling softly, finally lets himself drift off to sleep, the sound of Mason's snoring fading into the background.
Adrian, half asleep, smiled as he watched the kitten drift off to sleep.
"Adrian: Goodnight, you little troublemaker."
Adrian said as he drifted off into the dream realm.
Little did he know that a visitor was just outside his window.
A pair of glowing eyes watched him from ground level; it was none other than the woman from four years ago.
She emerged from the darkness, her dreadlocks swaying, her striking neon-sapphire-blue eyes glowing as she looked up at Adrian's window.
The young woman's outfit consisted of a dark blue leotard worn over her chest, extending just above her crotch, and an entirely black top; for bottoms, she wore black shorts with blue lining throughout.
A utility belt is snugly strapped around her waist, and a black leather jacket covers her upper attire. Below her waist, she wears clothing resembling blue leggings that rise halfway up her thighs, revealing her rear when her shorts are removed. Her boots are black, accented in blue.
She encapsulates the phrase "Built beautiful," smiling as she turned to her left.
From the darkness came a tall woman of African and Egyptian heritage named Unatti Amunet, the young woman's right hand.
Unatti's presence commands attention in any room before she even speaks.
She is draped in a regal yet deadly outfit - a blend of ancient Kemetic royal attire and cutting-edge cybernetic clothing, a perfect fusion of the past and the future.
Unatti wears a deep-black bodysuit made of nanotech fabric that shifts with her movements, adorned with gold engravings resembling hieroglyphs that pulse with blue bioluminescence.
Gold and onyx cybernetic bangles wrap around her wrists and upper arms, engraved with ancient sigils that enhance her powers.
A glowing ankh-shaped pendant rests at her collarbone, pulsating like a heartbeat.
The young woman's smile widened as she turned to her right, and from the darkness stepped a woman shorter than either of them. Her name was Ashri Anuket, the young woman's left hand.
Ashri may be the shortest of the trio, but her presence is anything but small.
She moves with a chaotic yet feline grace, her every step deliberate yet unpredictable.
Ashri wears a sleek, skintight bodysuit of black-violet nanoweave, adorned with glowing hieroglyphic patterns that shift and reform with her movements.
She sports gold-trimmed cybernetic bracers on her forearms, inscribed with ancient Kemetic glyphs that serve as energy reservoirs.
Ashri dons a cybernetic wesekh collar, its violet energy cores pulsing in sync with her heartbeat.
Gold rings and thin metallic tattoos trace her fingers and wrists, occasionally sparking.
These three vampire women - the heirs of the Blackwater Coven and her council - walked under the streetlight that stood apart from the main building.
The two women beside her looked at each other before speaking.
"Unatti: Mistress, ya sure dis be da one ya done chose fo' ya husband? He don't look like much ta me."
The first of the two said, her arms crossed underneath her breasts.
She smiled again as she turned to the two.
The smaller woman, Ashri, soon spoke herself.
"Ashri: I gotta agree wit' Unatti on dis one, Mistress. Dis boy don't look like he got no fire in 'im, no spark. Just another lost soul wanderin' 'round, lookin' like he don't even know where he stands."
Her smile shrank to a smirk as she walked towards Unatti and Ashri, putting an arm around both as she looked at the dorm building.
She soon spoke herself.
"???: Flare? Oh, chér, y'all ain't got no eye for what's buried deep. This one, he got somethin' simmerin' low, like embers waitin' on a gust to set 'em ablaze."
She said with her smile growing again, her eyes glowing that unsettling neon-sapphire blue.
She stepped forward as a pair of large bat wings sprouted from her back, and she turned to the two.
She laughed before taking to the sky.
Unatti and Ashri followed as their wings sprouted, and the three women flew closer to Adrian's window on the third floor.
She placed a hand on his window as she smiled.
"???: Ya see, I chose him 'cause he is so much more than he seems~ Y'all only see the skin, but me? I see the blood. He's got the hunger...he just don't know it yet~"
She said as she watched Adrian sleep soundly, Sylvester, sleeping beside him, yawned.
Unatti and Ashri watched their Mistress with smiles on their faces, the sound of their wings beating in the background.
Before long, she flew up above the dorm, seeing the entirety of Los Meteo before her.
Tonight, she'd have to wait; vampires could not enter a house that did not belong to them without being invited in.
The young woman, Unatti, and Ashri had decided they had had enough, flying back towards the territory of Blackwater Coven - her territory.
Adrian woke up momentarily, rubbing his eyes as he looked around. He could've sworn he felt someone else's presence nearby, but he turned to see Sylvester, smiling as the Kitten yawned again.
Adrian picked the kitten up and placed him on his chest, quickly falling asleep again as he had no idea of who, or rather, what was outside his window just a few moments ago.