Lilia is waiting in the hall flicking through channels on the television. She is full of excitement and anticipation. They had said that she would know all about their mission tonight. However, it did make her a bit nervous. What if she did not want to know after all? It had taken her some time to adjust to the fact that she had been living with creatures that she believed only to be mythical. But their behavior towards her had made her accept them almost instantly. It had never occurred to her, even for a moment, that she should leave just because they are different from her. She absent-mindedly plays with her hair that reaches down to almost her waist and thinks about Brent. It has been hard not to think about him lately. She had told Tasha everything about him except for the fact that he is a vampire. They had trusted her with their secret and she would not betray them.After a few minutes, she hears the door open and quickly gets off the couch to see who it is. The three men ente
Damion looks over at Lilia and seeks shock etched all over her face. She seemed temporarily lost for words. Her eyes are fixed on his face. After a minute of solid silence and gaping, she says slowly, "You are his son?""Unfortunately, yes.""But you don't use the surname.""I was named Damion Carlson." he said in a voice full of disgust, "Apparently, my father was proud of me when I was born. I am sure he feels very different now." He gave a sarcastic laugh, "I changed my name to Damion Gray when I left the clan." "So, your father, I mean Carl, doesn't know where you are?""I left him when I was very young, only 14. Didn't like his ways, you see. I heard he was very heartbroken when I left. I don't know if that is true. I don't think he has a heart, to be honest. He didn't come looking for me anyway. I think the heartbreak was more to do with his reputation. He had become obsessed with the incarnation ritual by the time I was 12. Wanted me to help him in his quest. Said, it was the
Esther rings the bell of the mansion and waits to be invited in. She is a little nervous but is sure about what she has to do. Some truth, some convincing lies and she will be on her way to getting what she has been toiling for, for over a century.The door opens and she sees Brent standing there.“Come in,” he saysShe steps into the house and asks, “No human lives here?”“One does, but the house is in my name.” He points to his right and she starts walking as Brent closes the door behind her. She spots four people sitting in the hall.“You already know us and this is Lilia,” says Brent, “Lilia, this is Esther Arnette. She is here to make a deal with us and says she knows what the second ingredient is.”“Oh! Hello” says Lilia.Esther looks over at her and notices that she is the human Brent had mentioned. She has a curious expression on her face. Esther nods in return for her greeting.“Have a seat,” Damion says, pointing to a chair beside himself. Esther walks over to it and settles
“Oswyn bloodline?” Tyrus repeats. He had never heard of it.“Yes. It is a very old bloodline.” says Esther, “It was the blood of an ancestral Oswyn that the witch who led to the creation of vampires and werewolves in the first place used. So, any ritual that is related to that ritual performed over a Millennium ago has to include the blood from an Oswyn.”“Do you know where the descendants of this bloodline live?” asked Brent“It is not that easy. There are two problems. First is the fact that the descendants of Oswyns are extinct in the male line which means that they are still among us but under a different name”“Well that certainly has complicated things.” says Damion, “What is the second issue?”“The second issue is that not every descendant from that line is eligible for it.”“What is that supposed to mean?” Tyrus asks.“I don’t know how it works. But do you know the right-hand man of Carl?”“Garrit” says Damion“Yes, him. Apparently, he was able to trace one of the descendants
The next morning Damion gets up a little early. His mind is still racing with all the information that Esther had revealed yesterday. He had come with some plans to trace down the descendants of Oswyn. He thought that if they had lived in Britain, as that man in Greece said then the orphanages would have records of the children. It is going to be a long laborious task to trace down elder brother-younger sister duos from all over Britain, but if Esther’s information is right that Carl is probably working along the same lines. It is just a matter of who catches up first.He gets off the bed and heads to the bathroom to freshen up.He had felt odd calling Carl his father yesterday, after such a long time. He had rarely thought of him in terms of his father after he had left. He wondered sometimes how things would have been had he not left so young. Maybe, he could have worked from the inside to get him down. Though, he also thought that he would not have been able to take up his bullshit
Lilia looks over at Brent as all of them drink to the success of the plan. He had been quite busy lately and she wanted to spend time with him. It was so difficult for her to stay away from him. As he sat there talking over plans for the next few days, she craved to reach out and touch him, feel him. She knew that the plan meant that he would be busy for the next few days as well. She wasn’t paying attention to what the others were saying anymore. She drank and imagined the feel of his touch on her body, tracing her curves.Soon, the conversation breaks up and everyone decides to go to sleep for the night. She follows Brent up the staircase and then into his room. As soon as they enter she shuts the door behind her and takes Brent’s hand making him stand pinned to the wall. There is a fire inside her and she wishes to quench it by feeling every inch of his body, kissing, licking all of it.They look into each other’s eyes for a moment and then Lilia slams her lips against his. Kissing
Lilia gets up the next morning noticing the sunlight seeping through a little space in the curtains on the window. She turns around and notices that Brent is not there. She is about to get off the bed when he enters the room carrying a tray of breakfast.“Morning love.” he says walking over to her, “I thought, after yesterday, a breakfast in bed would be a nice greeting.”He bends down and kisses her on the forehead placing the tray on the side table.“You thought right, I must say,” Lilia says. She felt so happy. After all that her life had been about 2 years ago, she could never have imagined this.“You are already ready for the day?” she says, noticing that he is dressed in a rugged blue jeans and a maroon shirt with the sleeves folded up to the elbows, looking extremely hot, as usual.“Yep, I thought I’d start early. There is an old witch whom I’ve known for quite a while. I thought I might start by meeting him.”“Him?” Lilia asks confused, “Aren’t witches women?”He laughs.“Both
Carl weaves his way through the woods thinking that the young man he had just met seemed kind of familiar though he couldn’t recall where he had seen him before. He pushed aside a tree branch wondering why his mother chose to live here of all places. He had not seen her for years. They had fallen out when his son had left him and she had supported him. She did not like his ways. She had also not approved of the way his father had lived. She left a few days after his son and he had not seen both of them since then.He thought that no matter what she felt about him, it was worth a try to go and ask her for what he wants. After all, whatever he thinks her flaws are, she is a very learned witch.He marches on for a few more minutes and then sees a small hut in the clearing. He walks to the door, waits for a few seconds, and then knocks. There is no answer.“I was waiting for you.” a silky voice comes from behind.Carl turns around and sees his mother standing a few feet away. She looked v