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I would just like to note that Blood Eyes, Blood Heir, and Blood Empress features diversity in race, religion, and sexual orientation. Yes, it features different races. Yes, it features different religions. Yes, it features bisexual characters, gay guys, a transgender male, and lesbians. IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT, JUST STOP READING RIGHT HERE. I will have zero tolerance for hate regarding this issue. Hate on my writing all you want, but I write characters the way I do because there are people out there like them with the same feelings and wishes and dreams as you. So if you hate on the diversity, you WILL be deleted and reported. Or you might not be deleted, but I'll publicly shame you, which is worse for you and better for me. 

Just sayin'. 

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*wait until August*

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*don't write over the summer*

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So if you'd like to, you can nominate either Maelstrom or Revenge or any of the characters in The Emerald Chronicles series in the Marvel FanFiction Awards 2016. I really think we've got a chance for some categories! It would mean a lot to me if you nominated my work in some categories. And also, spread the love with jandralee 's Marvel fic. 10/10 would recommend. 

So go to marvelfanficawards and click Marvel FanFiction Awards 2016, then follow the instructions. LET'S DO THIS, GUYS! 

Here's the Prologue for "Blood Eyes" as well as a teaser trailer, featuring Victoire. 

Please VOTE and COMMENT! 

Prologue

February 2020

The white owl floats to the window beside the ocean and alights on the iron pane, blinking its amber eyes through the glass.

The room glows in soft yellow light. A man with tan skin, a shock of black hair, and bright blue eyes, picks up a tiny bundle from rose-colored blankets. The lambswool covers most of the little one's face, but the owl's piercing eyes see that the child's face is blank, her eyes shut, a shimmering red and green mist hovering over her like the breathing of a rainbow.

And then suddenly, the little girl's eyes open.

Crimson eyes, the color of blood.

Immediately, she begins to cry, and the man holding her squeezes and soothes her, trying to calm her down. The little girl cries one word over and over, squeezing her small fists as she sobs.

"Veel... Veel ... Veel ... "

The man with the blue eyes grimaces, and at that moment, the bedroom door opens. The owl's amber eyes narrow on the tall, hooded man dressed in elaborate black leather. The two men exchange words, and the newcomer pushes back his hood to reveal wild, long black hair and glowing emerald eyes. He places his long fingers on the little girl's forehead and in seconds, she quiets. Her crimson eyes close in sleep.

"I'll be back in a year," the green-eyed sorcerer murmurs, then leaves the room.

*

March 2023

It's a mild spring day in Malibu, California. Seagulls squawk over the gray ocean crashing on the golden sand, sending up sea foam and spraying the two children as they run screaming with glee along the waves. Close behind them, Kyle walks hand-in-hand with Emmaline, who is heavily pregnant.

The little boy has dark brown hair curling around his neck. His cheeks are rosy like his mother, but sharp like his father, and Dean Calen has also inherited Kyle's tan skin and bright blue eyes. He clutches a starfish in his small hand, running as fast as he can.

The little girl chasing after him is the complete opposite. Her skin is pale, her hair is long and blonde, and her large eyes are the color of the sun's dying rays every sunset: deep, bright crimson.

Victoire pounces on Dean, easily tackling him to the warm sand. They tussle for a few moments, but though Victoire is smaller, she is stronger. In no time, she pins Dean, wrestling the starfish away from him.

At first, she intends to simply throw it back into the saltwater, but then her red eyes latch onto the creature and without meaning to, her small lips push back to reveal needle-sharp baby teeth.

And suddenly, the teeth have sunk into the starfish.

Dean screams and kicks away from Victoire who just as suddenly throws the broken starfish away, screaming just as shrilly.

Instantly, the Calens have reached them, and while Dean runs into his mother's arms, Victoire cries, frightened, and covers her face with her arms.

"It's all right, little bit," says Kyle, his warm voice as soothing as the salty water lapping at Victoire's small feet. "Let's just get you back home. We'll take care of this."

Up in a palm tree close by, the amber-eyed owl knows what "take care of this" means. It means Kyle, singing "Cadillac, Cadillac", will sit Victoire in a dentist chair. It means Victoire will breathe in something through a mask and close her eyes long enough for Kyle to do something to those little-bitty fangs that makes their sharpness flatten into normality.

And when she wakes up, Victoire will have no memory of the incident. The owl knows this is because of the green-eyed man who comes every year for an hour. But the large white bird has not seen the green-eyed girl in six years, not since she left the Earth and her old family behind.

*

March 2030

Victoire and her step brother Adam are not technically orphans, but Scarlett and Lee Brigham are away so often, they might as well be.

When Victoire is twelve, at about the same time she starts trading in pink blankets for tattered old t-shirts, a family of real orphans comes into the Calen household: the four Bianchi siblings. Antonio is the oldest, at sixteen, as stricken as his three little sisters at their parents' recent deaths. But he is smart and capable, and talks as easily to Kyle as if nothing has happened. The two littlest girls, Carolina and Arabella, seem the same.

But twelve year old Giovanna is different. She has none of her siblings curl in her hair, nor the excitement of their spirit. She is quiet, plagued by the grief of her loss and by the grief she gives her conscience every day. When she first walks into the Calen's large house by the Malibu Pier, she clings to an iron cross at her throat and focuses her large green eyes on the granite countertops.

Victoire jumps down the stairs, landing inches in front of Giovanna, who jumps and crashes into the refrigerator.

The girls could not be more different. Victoire is dressed in an old t-shirt, and already, charcoal black stains the perimeter of her eyes. Her blonde hair hangs in heavy cords, and her lips are coated in black. Meanwhile, Giovanna is wearing a simple, modest black dress, her straight red hair lies neatly down her back, and her freckled face is as pale as a china doll.

"Victoire, this is Giovanna," says Emmaline, who is hugging Carolina and Arabella in turn. "She and her siblings are going to live with us, and you girls are sharing a room, remember?"

Victoire nods. She remembers Kyle putting on Bon Jovi and Guns N' Roses while they cleared half of her bedroom for the new arrival. Victoire doesn't mind. She's more curious than annoyed. She thinks Giovanna is pretty on first sight, and Giovanna thinks Victoire is beautiful, and wishes she didn't.

Victoire has grown up automatically thinking girls can only fall in love with boys, but for a year now, she has thought a little differently. She thinks boys are handsome, but there is something about a girl's body that makes her young mind think that maybe there are two ways to this game.

So, six months later, when Victoire pecks Giovanna on the mouth, she is completely unaffected emotionally. Giovanna, on the other hand, is horrified. Not because she doesn't like the feeling of the other girl's lips, but because she does.

"Sorry," Victoire says lightly, hopping off the bed and opening her math textbook. "Just wanted to see."

But Giovanna is speechless and doesn't say a word for nine hours.

The owl in the window hoots lightly, then vanishes in black mist before Victoire can turn and see him.

*

March 2034

The two girls quickly discover that they care for other as sisters instead of lovers. But while Victoire goes on to kiss more girls, and then multiple boys- and liking them equally- Giovanna doesn't kiss a single other person. When Kyle teases her, asking which boy she wants to go to the ninth grade dance with, she freezes and says nothing.

While Victoire like girls and boys equally- and often-, Giovanna likes cooking and dancing equally, and is equally talented at both. She spends most of her time either in the kitchen with Kyle, or in the studio. Her willowy form is adept at ballet, and by the time Victoire and Giovanna are in tenth grade, Giovanna has already been the star of several ballet performances, the only time she isn't shy.

In the meanwhile, the amber-eyed owl watches Victoire's makeup become darker and darker, her tongue become mouthier, her music become harsher and louder, and her clothes become more tattered. Somewhere along the way, Victoire becomes crazy and wild, maybe as a result of knowing her parents are not really her parents, of never seeing her adopted mother and father, or of the occasional dazes once or twice a year in which the only thing she remembers is a pair of glowing, green eyes. 

What do you think? :) 

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xoxo Sierra xoxo