Raven Skylander sighed to herself as she made her way into the upscale apartment building’s lobby as sunset faded into night. It was the typical place her mother liked to live in; expensive, stylish and it had the air of the elite upper class about it, with its white marble and dark hardwood surfaces, splashes of red here and there to add to the otherwise black and white decor. Raven was sure the place had some pretentious name as well, just like all the others. She had stopped learning the names awhile back; they all just blended together in her memory anyway.
Raven looked for the ‘executive’ elevator; a special elevator would lead to her mother’s room on the upper levels, unlike the public elevator that stopped before it reached the elite floors. She spotted it rather quickly, even in the richly decorated lobby it stuck out. The bloody thing had black doors with silver glided cravings on it. If that did not scream ‘this leads to the money bags’ Raven was not sure what would. Any human who came looking to make a grand heist would know where to go, but man would they be in for a surprise.
As the young woman made her way to the elevator, she felt the stares of the people in the lobby, even the professional seeming staff glanced her way. She stuck out like a sore thumb so Raven could hardly blame them. Her street clothes were old, worn and store brands, purple sweater, plain blue jeans, and dirty old runners, as well as a black denim jacket to keep the late autumn chill at bay.
‘Next place I’m disguising myself as a maid or delivery person. I don’t like this many people taking in details about my looks.’
A big beefy guard who stood by the elevator unclipped a hand held computer from his belt and moved between Raven and the elevator. His uniform was ridiculously clean and plain. No shiny tags or buttons for an attacker to grab on to. Plain black dress pants, black jacket over red dress shirt. The man himself smelt utterly clean, even beyond the scent of his soap there was not the slightest trace of any drugs or booze. He was handsome enough, square masculine jaw, muddy brown hair and observant green eyes. Someone had been on the ball when they hired him.
“I’m sorry miss, but this elevator is for private use only.” His voice was deep and rumbling, nice enough that he would not offend, but hard enough to let Raven know he was not joking.
“I know that. I’m here to see Elizabeth Smith. I should be on the list, Raven Skye.” Raven said, producing the ID for that alias.
The guard checked the ID and his hand held carefully then nodded.
“Sorry about that Miss Skye. “ He said, stepping aside.
“No problem, just doing your job. I know how it is.” Raven said stepping up to the elevator. The guard looked relived that Raven was not offended. He probably thought the clients that lived on the private upper floors were high strung and powerful people, like politicians, top crime lords and drug dealers. Raven snickered to herself. The people on the upper floors who demanded such carefulness be taken to their security were far more dangerous.
As Raven reached her mother’s front door she paused. She could her mother’s sharp heels clicking hard on the floor. Elizabeth Skylander did not make noise unless she wanted to, or when she paced angrily. By the sounds of it her mother was doing the latter. What on earth had gotten mother so annoyed?
Cautiously Raven opened the door and stepped into the apartment. Her mother was not prone to throwing things when angry, but if she was surprised and in a foul mood she might attack Raven, without realizing it was her daughter at the door. Luckily for Raven, Elizabeth was more occupied with her anger to notice anyone coming in.
Elizabeth was pacing quickly, so fast she looked like a dark green blur in her favourite dress, her heeled boots coming down hard with each step. Elizabeth was muttering to herself, her voice sounding like the growls of a big cat. While Raven couldn’t see her mother’s fingers, her hands were clenched into fists behind her back, she was sure her mother’s finger nails looked more like claws than anything human.
Raven scanned the room, trying to find whatever had her mother in such a rage. There were a bunch of ripped of pages scattered about, so had someone written an upsetting letter? Raven’s brows furrowed. Usually mom was calm and cool headed when it came the political petty cat fights and bull shit that made Raven want to pull out her own fangs. Raven picked up a piece of paper and decided it was definitely not a letter. What writing she could see was typed and anybody who wrote letters to mom actually hand wrote them. And the paper felt wrong for letter writing, the texture felt more like the pages of a paperback.
“Oh shit...” Raven cursed and looked around for the last part of her evidence, just to make sure. In bits and pieces Raven found at least three books covers. Despite looking like being used as target practise by a knife thrower Raven recognized them as novels that contained vampires in one shape or another, each written by a different person.
Raven sighed pinching the bridge of her nose. “Mom you need to calm down. “
Elizabeth whirled on her heel and looked at her daughter, her eyes almost glowing yellow, silted cat pupils glared at the younger brunette.
“Calm down?! Have you read these....things?!” The rather petite woman literally roared.
Raven was not about to tell her mother, that yes she had read these books, and damn near killed herself laughing at them.
“Why do you think I told you not read anything with vampires in it?” Raven said. Truth was she steered her mother away from anything with vampires in it. While Elizabeth Skylander, one of the ruling elders of the Hunter clan in this city, was more relaxed than some full blooded born vampires, an Altus, she still took serious pride in her species, and hated to see it disrespected. Raven was a Dhampire, a fimus, a half breed of both human and vampire decent. Vampire society and many vampires themselves were not exactly kind to Raven, she felt many vampires thought too highly of themselves and that they acted like they left rose scented gems in the toilet bowl. A bit of a knocking down never hurt them, and that’s what some of these novels did, in a sense. Sure vampires were sometimes the heroes, but what had the author done to make them likable?
“I can almost understand the whole idea of us being undead! We do state that when a human is turned the human self dies and he or she are reborn. But the idea of us having ... life mates? Or made in Labourites as an act of science? Ridiculous! And if we’re not some shut in rat sucker pining for love and ‘the warm embrace of the sun’ we’re ravenous brutes who are little more than very dangerous dogs for a bunch of humans strong enough to hold the mental leash on us, or fear that the vampire would go on a murderous rampage.” Elizabeth’s fangs were gleaming now.
Raven crossed her arms and leaned against a wall, “And what would you like to do mom? March to these people’s houses and demand they write a letter of apology? The Grand Council does not try to stop these things because let’s face it, these books, and the movies and TV shows not only make it harder for would be vampires hunters who are not taken in by the Merak to actually go on a rampage and try to kill us all, but it also makes it easier for some vampires to get a quick bite to eat, with just having to spout some bullshit that they are just looking for someone to lead them to the light.” Raven finished with a snort. Elizabeth had already been starting to calm before her daughter’s speech, but it had helped to take the last of the fire out of her anger.
With her mother’s eyes closed Raven watched as she slid back into looking more human. Her fangs shrank and became normal human canine teeth, when she ran her fingers through her wavy thick black hair, Elizabeth’s finger nails were normal and when she opened her eyes again they were their warm brown, not their Huntress blessed yellow.
“I’m sorry about that little bird. I guess I let myself over react.”
“It’s alright mama. I think the fact your tense from not having a good Hunt for awhile might have to do something with it. Ignautus knows we have been busy lately and not able to have a decent Hunt. What do you feel like?”
“Hmmmmmm......Something with a beefy and manly taste, but healthy.” Elizabeth thought it over, getting her coat.
“Okay, no sports bars then. Oh! I know. There’s new gym near my apartment. It’s focused on Mixed Martial Arts training, and there is a strict no enhancing drugs rule.”
“Excellent. I hate chemicals in my food.”
NA: I'd like to say first thing first that any and all resemblance other Author's work was not done with the intention of copy writing and I will provide links to website in a moment. Okay before anybody gets upset at me I'd like to say that I am NOT making fun of vampire romance authors, any authors or any books. In fact the things that Elizabeth mentioned as annoying her I have read in book series that I adore, so calm your tits. I mostly wrote this because one I'm trying to get back into the habit of writing Raven and about her world. And two the idea of how Raven and her Mother would react to modern day portrayal of vampires intrigued me and would not get out of my head. Originally it was suppose to be their reaction to Twilight, but it seemed unfair to pick on that one series when their sooo many others I could pick on. That and I realized it was a hornet's nest I had no wish to kick.
Okay. I did stretch the truth a little bit. There are only really two authoress' referenced above.
Lynsay Sands ( http://www.lynsaysands.net/ ) Writes the Argeneau series, among others which contains both the vampires made via technology and the vampires with life mates, Here books are much more than vampire lady porn. They are funny, thoughtful, and the vampires, male or female, are rarely perfect. And while her novels have a tendency to follow a similar plot line, they are always entertaining.
Ilona (ilona) Andrews ( http://www.ilona-andrews.com/ ) Writes well..a shit ton of books but above I've referanced the Kate Daniels books series. They are a husband and wife team and OMG I. LOVE. the Kate Daniels books they are freaking awesome. They are not romance novels, technically, but the books usually have romantic moments and undertones.... And lots of gore and action and funny moment. /fangirling off.
Well that's all folks, hopefully it won;t be another six months until my next story,. Seeya next moon rise.