Concordia, Nine Hundred and Forty Years BeforeSigrid and Meguitte were in the entry hall of the stronghold, removing their cloaks and handing them to the attendants there, and turned as he descended the stairs. Meguitte’s face immediately crumpled and she ran to throw her hands around him, weeping hysterically against his chest. He embraced her tightly, touched by her distress.Perhaps due to the fact that she had been a woman grown, or because of her reservation with men in general, since he had turned her, Meguitte had spent much of her time deep within the forest, coming to the city and his stronghold only rarely. Sigrid had visited her frequently, and so Thaelen, busy with ruling, organizing raids, and distracted by Gera, had been content to leave the two women to their own devices.Thaelen had not thought that there was any sentiment beyond her gratitude to him for saving her life and a general friendship between them, and her emotional display moved him.“It is alright, Meguitt
Concordia, Nine Hundred and Forty Years BeforeThaelen stood by the window and watched the sun rise. He had been restless through the night, despite being physically and emotionally drained. When he had drifted to sleep, his dreams had been broken and uneasy, frequented by ghosts. He had had dreamt conversations with both his parents, which had seemed intense and important in sleep, but the content of which had vanished upon rising, and had swum with Gera in the bay of the past, only to lose him in the water, waking gasping into the darkness, sucking in the air that his lungs had been denied in nightmare.It was only natural that his mind would be on the past and his many losses, he told himself as he squinted against the glare of the bright sun as it speared over the ocean with sharp flares. He was grateful to have spent the night in Gunnar’s stronghold rather than making the journey back to his own. Sleeping in his bed without Gera would have been harder.He had ruled for one and a
Concordia, Nine Hundred and Forty Years BeforeAkaus greeted them at the temple, the semi-sheer silks that he wore clasped to his body with jewelled gold bands and chains fluttering as the wind caught it, lifting his hair back from the circlet that he wore on his brow.“My king!” Akaus went to his knee before Thaelen and lifted Thaelen’s hands to his lips. “I thank you for the return of my beloved Besafora.”“Besafora returned herself,” Thaelen laughed, overjoyed to see his priest and lover, lifting Akaus to his feet and embracing him warmly. “It is so good to see you, Akaus!”They moved through the ranks of priests and priestesses, to where the high priestess waited for them, with the human acolytes gathering behind her giggling and casting him flirtatious looks from behind their fans and veils. “My king,” she greeted him warmly. “We were overjoyed both by the return of Besafora and her news that you had survived.”They moved into the main hall, with it’s many statues and altars to t
Concordia, Nine Hundred and Forty Years Before“How have you found being regent?” Thaelen asked Sigrid, wincing as the priest with his sharp tools and ink worked the pattern into Thaelen’s skin. It was a fascinating process of piercing the skin and pushing ink into the wound over and over again in order to leave the vampire wearing the symbols of his people.The priest had positioned Thaelen under the fall of light through a window for the process, and had four acolyte assistants – one supervising the equipment needed, one helping to hold Thaelen’s skin taut, another which marked the pattern on Thaelen’s skin ahead of the priest’s needles, and the final holding the design so that all could see.Thaelen was reconsidering the rash decision to have the tattoo done, however it had been offered and he had been intrigued. Sitting for the hours required for it’s completion, however, was tedious and he had been relieved when Sigrid had joined him. She had brought with her a set of throwing bo
Concordia, Nine Hundred and Forty Years BeforeThaelen watched as Concordia receded on the horizon. It would take time, he told himself, for the humans to replace the weaponry that he had destroyed and rebuild their army after the explosion. It would take them time to burrow back through the mountains, to Concordia, and now that Gunnar and the other strongholds along the mountain range knew the signs of human excavation to watch for, any rockfall, dirt clouds, or smoke would be investigated.The Concordian vampires would not be caught unaware.It was not a permanent solution to the problem, but the temple mages had promised to consider the issue and try to come up with a way of protecting Concordia from human invasion through the mountain ranges.In the meantime, the best that Thaelen could do for his people was to try to locate a source of human blood slaves free of disease and free of the One God.“It is pretty,” Meguitte put her hand over his on the handrail. “Concordia.”“Not as p
Astreau, Nine Hundred and Forty Years BeforeThey stayed out from the Alden coast, trying to avoid contact with the humans of that country, although there were a few days where, on the horizon, an Alden ship seemed to contemplate whether to pursue or let them be, when the rolling sand-dunes gave way to lush forest the ship let them sail beyond visual contact.As they sailed past the gorgeous greenery and pretty fishing villages with the sleekly attractive people watching from the sand, Thaelen contemplated the possibility of taking them again. With a period of quarantine, vampire blood, and care, it might be possible, he thought.“They settled well into Concordia,” Meguitte commented, guessing the direction of his thoughts. “We could take more, with caution. If we keep them isolated, treat them with blood, before taking them to shore, as we plan to do with anyone else that we take…”“It is a thought,” he agreed. “However, we have suffered so many losses, I find myself reluctant to tak
Astreau, Nine Hundred and Forty Years BeforeThe inn was able to provide two adjoining rooms, sharing a parlour between them in which it was suggested that an important merchant such as himself could entertain other merchants and conduct business. Thaelen sent the soldiers back to bring their blood slaves and clothing from the ship, along with one of the chests of trinkets from Concordia that Sigrid and Alyra had arranged for trading, whilst the inn brought tin hip baths to set before the fires in the bedchambers and filled them with steaming water.Thaelen and Meguitte left the doors between the chambers open, anticipating the arrival of their blood slaves and clothing, and because Thaelen did not trust that Meguitte would be safe whilst he bathed without their soldiers to guard her.“Oh, my legs think that we’re still on board the ship!” Meguitte’s giggle echoed through the parlour to where Thaelen undressed in his chamber. “I am always so slow to adjust from land to ship and ship t
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeAislen leaned her hip against the table and set a folder down in front of Heath, leaning over to flick it open. He looked up at her and wondered if she knew that he could see straight down her top and she wasn’t wearing a bra. He met Talen’s gaze across the table and saw that the vampire’s eyes danced with suppressed laughter, his lips fighting the curve.Heath smothered his smile, knowing that he’d been busted looking and gave a slight, rueful, shrug.Aislen’s attention was on the folder, and the paperwork within it. “So, my father fancied himself a bit of a PI, I guess,” she explained. “He and Chris Arrens were part of a group of parents who have noticed that werewolves are f-king their way through their daughters with reckless disregard for the girls involved. Here’s a list. The girls, the boys, and…”“F-k,” Heath turned his attention to the paperwork. There was a spreadsheet, each column neatly titled and each row containing a girl’s name, her parent’s