Cameon had sat with Natasha back at their house for days. He hadn't gotten up, oh never at all, not even for a single sip of blood. he didn't even like drinking and killing people anyway; it adds to his loneliness. Everyday, when he watched her, he would give her a small sip of water from a leafy cup and let her eat some applesauce. His parents didn't give her fruit, but that was after Cameon's father had got turned into a Vampire.
Cameon huddled alone against the door to their home. No one had knocked, no one had budged the door, looked through the 'holes' in their wood walls; nothing. This made him sad, yet it helped him as well. He wanted a friend to come in. Come in and help him through this tough time with him. Oh, but. I don't have any friends... He thought, huddling deeper. He looked to the side with a sad sigh, shaking his head and flipping his hair. But, without any interruptions, that meant it was safer for Sissy.
But, a sudden pounding to his back caused him to jump up. With widened eyes, he stood, breathes deep and quick. With shaky hands, he slowly answered the door, a young male walking in. He had fancy clothes on. A complete white tux with black buttons, cuffs, a color and socks. he had pure, beautiful, orange hair and his eyes were almost as icy as Cameon's. He glared slightly, hissing and showing his fangs.
"Ah, you must be Natasha's brother." He fixed his tux, smirking as his hat twitched. This made Cameon step back a little; creeped out from what could be under there. He shook his head and crossed his arms, gripping his elbows with his claws. "My name's Colen," The fancy guy proceeded to announce, bowing in greeting. "It appears that your leader: Jalhalla, requests you in his presence immediately. He wants to speak to you about this war that is going to carry out."
Cameon froze. He had told Jalhalla about the war, but he didn't think his own leader would be ready yet. Come to think of it, how does this random guy even KNOW about the war? Impossible! He screamed in his head. He stared at Colen, his blue eyes intimidating him. With a small, quick look, he tilted his head, looking at his ears. But, what scared Cameon even more, was that he didn't have any. He gasped silently, his mouth dropping as he stepped back.
"Well?" Colen continued, his head tilting. Suddenly, he leaned on a small, white staff, his hair following his movements. "You don't want your leader to get mad, do you?" He smiled and closed his eyes, head tilting.
Cameon shook his head. "N-No."
"Then, I suggest you go." He stood up once again, walking up to Cameon; almost taller than him! Cameon glanced at Natasha, staring at her in worry. "..."
"Oh, your sister. Don't worry," He handed Cameon his staff sort of harshly, softly sitting next to her on the bed with a smirk. He put his leg over his knee and put his hands on his knees. "We know each other. I'll watch her with all my life."
Cameon didn't know what to think of his guy, but he had no choice. If he didn't go, he probably would get killed in one way or the other by his leader. So, he backed away slowly and quickly slammed the door shut. He didn't want to know ANYTHING about that guy anymore. He sighed and walked forward, arms crossed and head lowered. His eyes watered as he walked through his village and climbing down the tree. As he did, he looked at people numerous times, waving at them when they looked straight at him. But, like usual, they didn't even notice him and kept walking. He sighed, got off the tree and went on.
But, something stopped him. Something that he thought never would. He heard crying. Familiar crying. His eyes squinting, he looked around with his ears pricking. It was a nasily whining, yet it still sounded like a girl. Recovering from some recoil after landing from jumping off a tree, he decided to look behind some bushes and trees around him. And, for the first time, he saw Jessica crying. "Mommy... Daddy..." She whined, head shaking rapidly. "Wh-What happened...?"
And, for the first time, Cameon felt good about his revenge. He smirked wide and creepily, chuckling silently as he continued on through the Grove, smiling the rest of the way to the Arena.
When he arrived to the Arena, the place was completely empty. He was a bit confused, quickly jumping down from rock to rock, as claws scrapping them each time he landed for a slower landing. As he landed on solid ground, he looked around once more, hearing deep breathing. Something was about, that's for sure. With his hair and tunic blowing in the wind, he walked through a big mass of rocks, crawling under some, jumping over some and swimming in between some places. But, he froze when he heard a deep, evil laugh. "Ah, Cameon. Your here."
He froze. Slowly, he turned to see a huge treeway, vines and leaves almost making the light totally disappear through the canopy. Slowly, he faced the voice, only to see his leader sitting on his throne. He was quite relieved, yet why did he laugh like that? Walking forward, he bowed in worship to the King of the Grove. "My leader." He said. "It's an honor to be in your presence once again."
"Please, Cameon, rise."
And, he did, sitting on one of the mini rocks that spread around his huge one, as if a circle of cold stones surrounded him. It reminded him of the beds in the jail. "Of course, leader Jalhalla."
Jalhalla sighed and got up, walking and towering over the young Vampire. "Listen. My brother probably already told you."
Cameon stared; confused as hell. But, then he remembered. Daphnes' chat with him.
"Your father is indeed his brother. But, he's also mine." He explained. "And, Daphnes had told you so little of the story I must now reveal to the world."