At blade point (a forbidden romance)

Blade's POV

School was finally over for the day, and i was at my house with shay and dawn. Dawn was raiding my closet, looking for an outfit i could wear tonight, and shay was in my bathroom getting ready. She had missed school to help a family member who had gotten sick. And now she was over here getting ready, so we only had to stop at dawn's house before going to headquarters.

I was standing in front of my mirror in my bra and panties, when my eyes landed on my brand on my lower back. It was heart with a knife going through it. each slayer had a brand that represented something about themselves. Mine represented my love of knives for hunting, shay had a heart with an arrow piercing it, represnting her love of archery, and dawn had a heart that looked like it had been scratched by claws, representing her own claws.

Brands are also essential to the making of a vampire slayer. when two slayers have a child, that child grows like normal children. But as soon as they reach eighteen, they stop aging. If they aren't branded within five years, they go on to live like normal people, aging like normal people.

But if they're branded, well i'll just explain the whole thing.

when a slayer has a child, it is born with latent powers and poison. As soon as they're branded, their powers (if they have any), and poison are released. The brand has a chemical that reacts with the chamber, making the poison spread to every inch of their body. Its a very painful process, usually lasting about a week.

As soon as the poison finishes spreading, the slayer begins training in every single form of fighting known to man kind. Boxing, karate, etc. As soon as they finish this training, they move on to gun training, becoming so good, any assain would kill (no pun intended) to have thier abilities.

I don't know why guns have become the weapon of choice, i prefer knives. It used to be you chose the weapon you wanted, and then were trained by the best of the best. but times have changed i guess.

As soon as training finishes, the slayer is sent out on missions. the whole training process from start to finish, last about ten years. Its a good thing slayers are immortal.

"Blade, here put this on," dawn demanded, as she threw some clothes at me.

"No way, I am not wearing that."

"Yes, you are. You wanted me to pick out an outfit for you, and now you have one."

"Fine."

I put on what she had given me. A pair of black leather skinny pants, with rips all over. They were my halloween outfit from last year, when i had decided to be catwoman. The shirt was a red and lacy tanktop, totally see-through, except for a solid strip, where my bra would otherwise show through. The boots were four inch stilleto, knee high, black leather, with tiny pockets so i could hide my throwing knives. And the jacket was also black leather, with a belt around the waist, and long sleeves so i cold hide the sheath for my favorite knife, bloodlust.

I had gotten bloodlust from my parents, as a gift, as soon as i had finished my training. It was a four inch long blade, with a three inch black handle, that was inlayed with blood-red rubies. The blade was silver with bloodlust written in cursive on one side and my brand on the other.

After i had hidden all knives, i looked in the mirror. Damn, i looked hot.

"here put this on, too," dawn commanded.

I put on the wig she had given me. It was long and black, with red highlights. Vampires tended to flock to red and black, so dressing in black and red was the best way to blend in at their parties.

"Sit," dawn said, not really giving me a choice. She shoved me on to my vanity chair and started doing my make-up. I don't know why i didn't trust her with my clothing and make-up. She always made me look good. I had on a smokey black eyeshadow with charcol eyeliner and fake red eyelashes. There were little itsy bitsy blood-red crystals right along my lower lash line.

"My work here is done," dawn sighed, plopping on to my bed as if she had just finished running a marathon. I rolled my eyes. Just then shay walked out of the bathroom.

She had on a short, red miniskirt, with a black belly-tank top, a longblack leather trench coat, and red leather boots going up to her mid-thigh. Her wig was bright red, stop and her chin, with the bangs coming to a point right between her eyebrows. She had slicked on black lipstick, red eyeliner, and red eyeshadow, with fake, black eyelashes.

"How do i look ladies?" shay asked, doing a little spin, and batting her eyelashes.

"Like a sex goddess," dawn giggled, wiggling her eyebrows.
"where did you even get that outfit?" i questioned. "Mine was an old halloween costume. I don't remember you ever wearing that."
"I found it in my mom's closet," she whispered. we both quieted down. Shay's mom had died when shay was helping train some new slayers, just last summer. the vampire had wanted to know the location of headquarters, but her mom wouldn't tell the vampire, so he killed her, while shay's little sister, was hiding in the closet.Now ally, shay's sister, was living in the apartment shay had just bought. So now, shay is dead set on finding and killing the vampire that killed her mom. I mean seriously. Who kills a mom while her daughter is in the closet.

"Ok, lets go over to my house," dawn suggested, breaking the silence.
we hopped into my turquiose blue 2008 chevy camaro. we all had one. dawn's was hot pink and shay's lime green. when you finish training, you get a gift. Originally, i had gotten a horse, but traded up every 50 years or so. Right now i had a chevy camaro.

I hopped in the driver's seat while shay hopped in back, and dawn got shotgun. we figured she could hop out and get changed while we waited in the car.

we arrived at dawn's house, and she hopped out, running into her house. She lived there with her older sister, Bianca. Bianca and dawn were polar oppoistes. while dawn was blonde and tan, bianca had long black hair and green eyes. she looked like she should be shay's sister.

Shay was sitting quietly in the back seat, staring out the window. "I really miss her," she whispered.

"Yeah, i miss mine, too," i whispered back. We both just sat there thinking. I hadn't realized how long it had been when dawn came into the car.

"wow." i was completely speechless. Dawn had on a pair of black skinny jeans, a tank like mine, only black, a pair of black converses with silver skulls, and a black hoodie that had silver skulls and crosses all over it. her wig was black, coming down to her shoulders, with red and silver highlights.

As soon as she was buckled, i floored it, going over 150 mph. I loved speed. We drove off to headquarters singing "born to be wild."