The Fire of Life

chapter eight
Brooklyn's first fight!


The next day I apologized to Brooklyn and, to make it up to her, took her to school. She really enjoyed it. I tried not to laugh every time she seemed amazed but the look on her face was so funny when everyone gasped, when she sat next to me. I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
On the way home I smelt something. I couldn't just leave this smell alone. I smelt blood. I stopped where I was and slapped my hand on my face, covering my mouth and nose. "Is everything OK?" Brooklyn asked. "No," I said. "My vampire half is trying to take over. I smell blood, more than I'm used too." "Wait, your half vampire? Cool." She said.
"Yes, yes I am. Now, I need you to run home. NOW!" I said to her. "Why?" she asked. "Just go! My fangs are starting to come out!" I continued. "You can't be near me when they do. Once they come out I have to have blood."
I tried to push Brooklyn but it was too late. My fangs were in. I got up and turned to face another vampire. Brooklyn stared at me. I read her mind and heard her think Aphrodite, she has, she has fangs. Vampire fangs. I sighed. "What do you want from me?" I asked the vampire. "For you to die. The Ultimate is giving a huge reward for your dead body." She answered with a non-friendly smile.
"Well, I suppose I should be at least a little scared, but my vampire half isn't afraid. Now what's your name?" I said. "I'm Rosalinda." She answered. "OK, Rosalinda, lets get this fight over with." I was about to jump on her when a fierce wind forced Rosalinda to the ground. I turned to see Brooklyn ready to fight.
I turned back to Rosalinda. After a minute I sprang for her. I was about to land on her when she threw me back. It only took me a second to realize what Rosalinda was about to do. I ran in front of Brooklyn.
"If you hurt her you'll die." I said. "I can protect myself," Brooklyn said. I was about to do a spell so she couldn't use magic on me, but it was to late. Brooklyn already surrounded me with water. I quickly add fire, then I moved the humidity out of the way. Rosalinda was getting ready to attack Brooklyn.
I was about to jump out of the way when Brooklyn created clay. Of course! Brooklyn was going to put her sculpting hobby to use. She was going to put clay all over Rosalinda's body. As I watched I saw something behind Brooklyn. No. Not something. Someone. Rosalinda had someone working with her.
In an instant I was on top of her helper. "Who are you?" I demanded. "I-I'm Michael." he answered. I gasped. "Code name Jewel Crafter?" I asked astonished. "Ya, how did you know?" he answered.
"I've read your books. I know all of your tricks, and I won't let you use any of them on Brooklyn." I said. "Your a fan, eh? Even though your a fan you won't be able to stop me." he said. He's going to use technique 517, I thought. I moved to the right then jumped up in the air and landed on his back.
"H-how did you know where to move?" Michael asked. "It's easy. You used technique 517." I replied. When I looked at Brooklyn I saw Rosalinda ready to bite. I started to shake with anger. Michael knew what was about to happen and ran.
Suddenly my fangs were all the way in. I ran at Rosalinda. I was about to jump when she landed on me. I was about to bite her when a chunk of clay knocked her off. More clay hit her body. The clay kept coming until she couldn't get up.
Brooklyn walked over to Rosalinda and stared to form the clay around her body. I watched her do that until my thirst was almost to much to handle. I needed blood. Now. I ran into the woods.

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After I had drained a few snakes, and my fangs were gone, I went back to check on Brooklyn. "How are you doing?" I asked her. "Good," she answered. When I looked at what her hands were doing I saw her making designs on the clay that covered Rosalinda's body. "Need some help to heat that up?" I asked. "You'd really harden the clay for me? Thanks," Brooklyn said stepping away from the body.
I put my hands on fire and waved them around the body until it was hardened. "Now, how about we go home and get this painted?" I suggested. "Really?" she asked. "Of course. You've got a master piece here. Once its painted I bet it could win first place at an art show." I answered. With that we began to walk home.