Quiora was silent as we left the dorms and made our way towards a club he had told me catered to vampires and their 'bite buddies'. It was quite uncharacteristic for him, as he was usually talking to me about some irregular crap we enjoyed.
"What's wrong?" I asked as we walked down an alley. "You're not usually this quiet."
He frowned at me. "Nothing's wrong. I was just eavedropping."
That dimpled smile lit his face. "The thoughts of mortals. It's something you'll learn as you get older. More gifts can appear but I doubt they will be much different to mine. They always reflect those of their sire."
I pouted. "So I get the shit ones like telepathy?"
"As well as pyrokinesis, emokinesis and, eventually, telekinesis. I'm still young myself - only eighty-five - and my own sire can still control me. If I wanted to, I would be able to control you, too," he explained.
"Would you?" I asked.
"Of course he would."
I jumped and span around to find a guy who looked quite like Quiora there, except his hair was longer and he wore heavy Goth clothing that added a good twelve pounds to his frame. His nose looked like his nose had been broken more than once but that didn't stop him from being seriously bangable.
"Brone," Quiora said a little irritatedly. "You of all people should know that I don't want to compell Cassie to do anything. More to the point, why are you here?"
Brone smirked, then laughed softly, darkly. "You should know, little dove, my little brother has always been one to make people believe what he wants them to. He will compell you in the end and you know it somewhere deep down."
I frowned at him. "Yeah, because I really don't know that Quiora's ears go red when he's lying and they aren't red."
"Not in this light," he replied tersely. "I know my brother better than anybody, little vampiress, so let me tell you something: he will always bend you to his will, no matter how much or how little you mean to him. He is a liar and a bastard, which I fully well know. You and I should talk about his sordid little past some time. I think the details will shock you."
Without a word, he was walking the other way down the alley.
I scowled up at Quiora. "What did he mean like that?" I asked calmly.
He shook his head. "He is more of an annoyance than a brother," he mused. "I'd kill him the first chance I got but it turns out our lives are bound together until one of us finds a pure, true existance that causes us to become human though drinking tainted blood, such as blood which had become vampiric." He gave me a wry smile. "And I don't want it to be you because I'm not ready to be human yet."
"Why's that?" I smirked.
"Because I want to spend eternity with you, Cassie. I've been in love with you since you became my roommate so long ago," he kissed my forehead reverently. "And I'm never letting you go."