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appearance and response.
It was the recently Unveiled–the Tyro—those recently turned into
Vampires that intrigued her. Caught between their human past and
demon future she believed these would be the most fun ones to
watch. The erratic wandering of the girl found her attention
because her confused fear had been something Zyre could taste upon
the air. The Elf left the cursing men behind and she watched the
Tyro move against the flow of the commuters. The glow of her dark
hair bobbed under streetlights as the young Vampire negotiated the
traffic, her small body sometimes dwarfed by the tall men striding
against her. This Vampire was different for not only was she
unaware of her new incarnation, but the power of her blood upon the
atmosphere stung of Old World—the rarest of Vampire bloodlines.
Zyre knew of Vampire bloodlines known as Houses since the Reveal
echoed with the Ancients who wandered there after their
transformation into something more demon than human.
    A fascinated
Zyre allowed her guard to drop, so she was unaware of another
influence filling the spaces around her. It weighed heavily as it
filled the cracks between objects, putting a dark ring around the
burn of lights. The Elf forgot herself and glowed causing those who
didn’t see to notice and true to her kind the devastation that
entered was of her own creation. The Elf was now in the sights of a
Poqir, the scout demon, who watched her with a barely suppressed
joy. Her past investigation into this world had been no more than
cursory as she was too busy amusing herself with various thefts to
pay attention to politics. Had she bothered she would have
discovered to her dismay that she was on the one world she should
have avoided, which was the new home of a prince of the Martyc
Empire.
    Instead, she
tracked the Vampire across city streets following her erratic path
and pointless meanderings. For this made the young Tyro an amusing
personal theatre of the Elf.
    “What House
lets their children wander so?” she asked herself.
    The first
protocol of the Vampire was to protect the Veil—the secrecy of
their existence from humans was paramount to their survival. Yet
this Vampire was in peril of nearly exposing herself as she walked
without a set direction. Twilight was the time locked twixt and
‘tween when worlds crossed over and the hidden life of the city
night walked amongst their human hosts unimpeded. Zyre followed the
girl sensing what she was yet to know; that the magnetic force
drawing her forward was the Vampire instinct to find those of her
own ilk. The Elf resonated with the energy surrounding her, flora,
fauna, human, demon, even Vampire as none escaped the rhythm of
life. She relished the new experiences, but in doing so left
herself open to detection and the greedy eyes of those who would
profit from her presence.
    As the traffic
flowed out of the city, the girl walked back into it navigating the
turns and twists of side lanes in a zigzag that had no destination
or intent. The Elf could feel the need radiating from her,
unspoken, unrecognized, like a raging fire consuming her conscious
thoughts. She understood that the girl didn’t appreciate it was the
blood coursing through the veins of those she came across that was
causing this restless fury while compelling her to keeping moving.
Zyre watched her pain increase with every new person she
encountered and yet she did nothing to enlighten the confused being
as to the source. The girl finally collapsed against a wall, too
weak to comprehend the forces that wracked her body.
    “Oh God,”
muttered the exhausted Vampire.
    Maintaining her
boundary of detached interest, she saw a human woman notice the
distress of the girl.
    “Do you need
help dear?”
    The Elf didn’t
know if the woman was trying to help or harm, but she was soon
driven away by strange eyes glowing with barely concealed hysteria.
The girl stayed pressed against the wall until a dark figure, the
Elf could sense was another