“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
Tyrus reaches home. He had not been able to find anything. The witches he knew either did not know anything themselves or would not tell him. He was hoping that the others had had a better chance than him. It was now almost night, the others would be here any time if they hadn’t reached already.He walks into the house and thinks that no one is back yet until he sees Esther walking toward him.“Hi handsome!” she says, “Found anything?”“Nope. You?”“No” she sighs, “I hope the others have a better chance than us.”“Yeah.”She follows him into his room.“You don’t mind my being here, in your room, do you?” she asks.“No. I don’t. If you don’t have a problem sitting around while I shower.”“Who said I’ll just be sitting around.”He turns around to look at her stripping down. He does the same. Both of them climb into the shower. Tyrus takes some body wash and starts rubbing it on her. Tracing her curves, her beautiful breasts, and her small curved hips. He pushes her against himself, kiss
Lilia and Brent kiss each other passionately in the deserted parking lot. Brent moves his hands from her face to her hair as she places hers around his neck. They kiss each other, drinking each other in.Brent moves his hands down to her waist, picks her up, and places her on the bonnet of his car still kissing her. He softly bites at her lips and then sucks at her tongue, moving his own around inside her mouth.Lilia slides her hands down to his back, pressing at his hips to pull him closer. She then slides them inside his shirt feeling his cold skin against her warm hands. She traces his torso with her fingers, finally stopping at his jeans button and opening it. He steps away from her slightly and then looks around. He wants to make sure no one is there. It is completely deserted and dark.He lifts her dress and pulls down her panties to her ankles as she pulls down his jeans and underwear. He climbs up and gently enters her, still kissing her, he moves down to her neck and then to
A wave of shock and fear passes through Lilia when she hears Damion’s words. A birthmark in the shape of a crown on their back. But she had that very mark, in that very place. She doesn’t know how to react to this piece of information. She just sits there motionless and then she feels Brent’s hand closing around hers more tightly. She looks over at him and sees that her shock is mirrored on his face, mingled with fear.She looks around at the others but Damion is looking at Esther and both Esther and Tyrus are looking at Damion. None of them know what this piece of information actually means. She looks at Brent again who shakes his head slowly. She understands that he is asking her not to say anything. She doesn’t think she could have said anything, even if she wanted to. She didn’t know what to say.The rest of them are now discussing how to find this person with the crown birthmark but she is not listening to anything they are saying. It does not matter what they are saying because