Kathrine
Dear Cedric...
The ink quill traced perfect letters in calligraphy. The art of perfecting one's handwriting had become a hobby of Kathrine's over the years. She so loved writing letters! They were so personal, handing out one's own feelings on paper to another being. The parchment was clipped to a clipboard, so that it wouldn't blow away in the gentle breeze that brought on the smells of sea salt and the gentle spray from the ocean waves below that happened to reach her. She sat surrounded by the night within the branches of a tall tree, hiding behind the thick leaves. Despite the moon being out of her view, she saw clearly through the dark. Below her and to her left was the ocean. Beyond the leaves that concealed her so well was the house of the Kaelin's. In the same location Kathrine had been planning to build her own house on the island, as a matter of fact.
I was sure that my coven and I had made our presence well known to all of the neighbors of our island, one only a mere fifty miles from the one you reside on now. Why anyone would invest in an island that had caught the eye of vampires is beyond my reasoning, but please do consider this your one and only warning. I have great plans for this island. I would like to continue building on those dreams. I request that you leave immediately. It would ever be so terrible if blood had to be shed over this...
Although, I hear the blood of your kind tastes rather like candy.
Kathrine giggled quietly to herself, her green eye, the one uncovered, sharply glancing over the island to reassure herself that no one was within earshot. There was no one. Her thoughts pondered on that for a moment, and she promised herself then and there that if the blood of the wolves were to be spilled, she would get a taste of it. She sat in silence, listening to the crash of the ocean waves before finishing off the letter with her a beautifully smooth and loopy signature. Coven Master, Kathrine J. Turner.
Gracefully, she leaped down from the tree branch and landed gently on the sand. She loved the feeling of the smooth sand on her bare feet, but she watched her step so that she would stay silent while she made her way down the beach. Kathrine had been watching the Kaelin's closely and had learned their sleeping habits, and knew that all three of them would be in bed asleep by now. The dog, named Mouse as she had overheard, always slept upstairs with the girl. The sand underneath her feet disappeared as a concrete sidewalk took its place, leading up to the front door of the estate. Kathrine folded the parchment with her letter written on it in half, and wrote a large, swooping "K" on one side of the half. She placed it neatly on the doorstep, then returned to the boat she'd arrived in and left for home.
***
Kathrine sat on the sandy beach of her island, sipping out of a wine glass filled halfway with AB negative. Blood bags were never as good as the real thing, but she'd been too busy to visit the mainland to feed lately. She had no time to even smile at the memory of writing the warning letter she'd written Cedric, Gabriel, and Briony. She'd been informed that their numbers were growing. This wasn't good, she knew. Her coven could have easily taken out the siblings... but how many more would they be able to take on?
"I need to learn the new number," she muttered to no one in particular, bringing the wine glass to her lips.
Shane
The boat which Shane sat in rocked gently with the waves as the driver began to approach the island. The island was beautiful, but it did nothing to calm Shane's nerves. He couldn't help but think, This was a terrible idea. Why did I agree to this? Why did Dad even let me come? This isn't good... But there was nothing he could do about it now. Because there it was. The island, the house, the people, in all its glory. He couldn't help but believe that he wasn't ready for this.
However, no good ever came out of worrying. He did his best to keep quiet and keep his worrying thoughts inside his head. It wasn't as if the boat driver wanted to hear it. Before he knew it, the driver was attaching the boat to the dock with a rope. When he arrived, there was only a young woman standing at the docks. He nervously stepped out, with his one backpack on his back and nothing else. He heard the engine of the boat rev up again and heard the waves pick up speed against the dock as the driver left him stranded on a foreign island with people he'd never met in his life. All he could manage to squeek out to the one woman standing at the dock before him was, "Hi... I'm Shane. Are you the only one here?"