Writer Notes: It’s not AU’s turn, but dammit have some AU because I said so! Enjoy 😉
Warnings: ummm…probably should just say M for Mature, lots of different mature themes in this including sexual content, language, blood, violence, and raging Vampire hormones. Why not?
“That was too close.” Evan panted. “You told me before that Shade Elves were relentless, but I must have not been listening too well.”
“He wasn’t just a Shade Elf. He was the Shade Elf.”
“Truly? That was Vaiden Zarren?”
“Yes, and after twenty years he’s still better than me.” Erin Watski replied to her brother.
“Do not blame yourself.” Honey giggled. “Some are just born better.”
“What…who…Harry…Coristor.” Erin shook her head. “Thank goodness and who is this?”
“Honey Fairchild.” He replied.
“My you’re a pretty kitty.” She smiled. “I bet that fur is as soft as clouds.”
“That’s…nice.” Erin shook her head. “Harry, what are you doing with a Fairchild? Do you know that Vaiden Zarren is looking for them?”
“We barely escaped.” Evan added. “He must want them badly.”
“Yes, I am aware that he is on the hunt and I have no doubt that he’s right around the corner.” Harry replied. “But he made friends with Latimere Greenbrooke and for that I cannot forgive him.”
“Then you’re in the same position you were last time.” Erin said. “I will not play that game again. Last time I lost everything and had to start from scratch. I have a life now.”
“A life can hold lots of value.” Honey giggled from afar. “And burns with light.”
“But this light can only be harvested by the few.”
“What the fuck is she talking about?” Evan snapped.
“It is time to begin the ritual.” Honey said.
“And what did we need the Watskis for?”
Honey spoke the foreign words in dramatic fashion. Harry shivered, but fought to remain calm. Magic was always unsettling, especially blood magic.
“And now you will drink their light, blood of power, power for you.” Honey smiled.
“I don’t understand how this will work or what it’s for.” Harry admitted.
“You will gain more power and strength to fight our enemies and you shall get your revenge.” she answered. “Isn’t that what you want? To destroy Latimere Greenbrooke and restore the power to the Vampire race? You must then drink, Harry.”
“Feel any different?” Honey asked sweetly.
“My head…” Harry rubbed the side of his head. “I can feel the rush.”
“Steady now, Mr. Coristor.” Honey purred. “This ritual is not over. There is one last thing you must do: consummate.”
“What? No…I can’t. Trudy, she’s my wife, my partner. I could never betray her.”
“Blood magic requires sacrifice from not only blood, but a piece of your soul. If you do not do this, you will lose this power and everything you need to defeat Latimere Greenbrooke.” Honey tightened her hold around Harry. “Such a small thing compared to the grand scheme of things, don’t you think?”
“But Trudy…” Harry shook his head.
“You have to ask yourself: what is more important? Your partnership to Trudy or your race and the power to protect your family against all their enemies. Do you want this power?”
“So you get Jay hospitalized and you steal his car?”
“He’s not going to need it.” Vaiden huffed.
Gabriel shook his head. “I don’t see why you just didn’t drive your car. It’s faster.”
“They know what my car looks like.” Vaiden replied.
“Though I do miss my baby, but surprise is the better weapon than a Dodge Viper.”
“Unless it’s a car chase.”
“I’ll let that slide because you know nothing about cars or chases.” Vaiden began. “But chases, you need to learn because we’re in one. The Watskis couldn’t have made it too far after that fight. Erin was pretty beat up. They would hold up close enough to the city, but still out of the way.”
“And that’s why we’re driving into the country?”
“Keep up Gabriel. I already explained this in the brief with Caden Pearson.” Vaiden sighed. “There’s many ruins outside of the city. That’s where they would stay.”
“And what’s your plan after we check them?” Gabriel had to ask.
“Extract the information.” Vaiden replied. “Whatever it takes.”
“It’s a good thing I’m not squeamish.” Gabriel chuckled.
Echoes from down the hall were making Latimere’s ears ring and his mood sour. “The only reason she’s saying that is because she knows I can hear her.” he claimed, pretending to read from the book. “Wouldn’t you say I’ve been patient, dear sister?”
“Most patient.” Lacarra replied. “But I suspect even your patience is growing thin?”
“I’m already past my breaking point and just hanging on by fear of what I may do.” he honestly replied.
“Then should I go get her?”
“I give up!” Zarah exclaimed immediately as Lacarra shut the door behind. “I’ve tried to reason. I have even threaten her, but she just won’t get along!”
“I see.” Lacarra replied.
“Oh, the big bad Vampire comes a knocking. Oh look, she didn’t even knock!” Dahlila shouted.
“Dahlila, please!” her sister shrieked. “I apologize, Miss Greenbrooke. I can’t get control her either.”
“You’re not to control your sister.” Lacarra smiled. “But she is to control herself. Now ladies will you please join me in the main hall.”
“I thought I’m to control myself. What if ‘myself’ doesn’t want to go?” Dahlila asked.
“Aw, make this harder on yourself, I insist. The more you fight with me, the happier I’ll be.”
“Damn reverse psychology.”
“You’re thinking of what to say?” Trudy Coristor asked. “I would start with something about her being a spoiled brat and to grow up.”
“That’s too apparent. She’ll be ready for it.” Latimere sighed. “I do not look forward to this.”
“What she needs is some discipline. You would think between her parents, both skillful and perfectly respectful people…though her father can be a bit of a savage when he needs to be. I expected Tatiana to teach her daughter better manners.”
“Well, maybe I should give her to you for some mothering then.”
“You’re not serious, are you?” Trudy asked. “Latimere?”
“Don’t be like that, Latimere. Don’t be cruel.”
“Never, lovely Trudy. I would never be cruel to you.”
“That can be argued.” She replied.
“For another time.”
“What is going on?” Yolanda had to ask.
“Guess,” Elan sighed.
“Present to you Zarah Dellawood, and sisters: Dahlila and Delania Zarren.”
“Very good, Lacarra.” Latimere said.
“I believe we have a misunderstanding on our hands.” he began. “The last few days at the mansion were blissful and calm, after the last encounter we had between everyone. I believe it was because of our great understanding that we are all to get along.”
“Or you’ll bind us to our chambers.” Dahlila moaned.
Latimere closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“What a rude child you are!” Trudy exclaimed. “You stand there and act like you’re so untouchable, so high and mighty. Are nothing, but a spoiled and ungrateful little girl!”
“Fuck you too, Mrs. Coristor.”
“I…I apolgoize, Mr. Greenbrooke for my part in arguing with her and disturbing the hall.” Delania managed.
“Fear not, Miss Delania. We don’t blame you.” Lacarra claimed. “It is the loud ones that must be dealt with first because sound carries.”
“What is this? An intervention? Or are you just going to ground me?” Dahlila laughed. “My parents tried that once. It didn’t work so I don’t know why you’d think it’d work for you.”
“Bitch.” Dahlila finished for her. “Please.”
“Sit down, Trudy.” Latimere sighed.
“So is this you trying to be smart and funny, possibly cute.” Trudy laughed. “It isn’t. There’s nothing desirable about a terrible waste of air.”
“What my mother is trying to say,” Elan intervened. “You are making this harder on us all. You are not the only one here, not the only going through this terrible time. Stop making it this much harder on us and yourself.”
“Elan, stay out of it.” Yolonda muttered.
“Oh, no she doesn’t get to insult my mother and expect me to idly stand by.”
“I think your mother blabbed more insults about me then I did about her.” Dahlila rolled her eyes.
“Oh, this is about to get out of hand.” Delania breathed.
“What’s your problem? Why such a chip on your shoulder? You’re such a negative, vile person and nothing, but filth comes out of your mouth!” Elan exclaimed. “Have you no shame? No respect? The Greenbrookes have done nothing, but fed you, clothed you, and kept you safe under their roof and in return you do nothing, but disrespect them.”
“Wake up Elan!” Dahlila returned. “Those same things you can find in a prison! We’re not here because they want to keep us safe and help us out. They’re keeping us hostage so if something doesn’t turn out like they want, they can ransom us!”
“So childish!” Elan shouted. “What could they possibly ransom us for? Money? Politics? They have nothing to gain and everything to lose!”
“Just like a naive lesser Vampire to think that of his master!”
Lacarra breathed. “Siren, no!”
“Are you all right my sister?” Latimere asked.
“Yes, yes, more embarrassed than anything.”
Lacarra hissed as her wound began to heal. “Siren is much stronger than she looks, especially for her age.”
“Latimere, can you please let my daughter down? She is knocked out.”
“It’s terribly frightening when Vampires that young are already of master quality.” Lacarra said.
“You would know.” Latimere replied.
“And I expect, he will too sooner than later.”
“And Miss Dahlila?”
“She’ll be all right.” Lacarra answered. “The fever is gone. My what venom young Siren Coristor already has!”
“And dangerous to our guests.” Latimere added.
“One hundred years ago, this girl would be dead and that would be on our hands.”
“I doubt Vaiden Zarren is a very forgiving man.”
“But she will live, Latimere.” his sister insisted. “She will be fine. If anything, let this be a lesson to her. It’s completely known to the world that anger and lust increase the aroma of blood. It’s called stir crazy, or something like that, to these modern people.”
“I know. I smelled it.”
“Then you were very close to breaking all those concrete walls you’ve built up.” Lacarra said. “That’s dangerous, but I have faith in you.”
“You are in much better control than you were all those years ago.”
“And so is a bomb as it lay dormant in a warehouse, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t dangerous.”
“Dear brother you have a flair of the dramatics and…”
“God, he’s such a girl.”
“That he is and how are we, little girl?” Lacarra asked.
Dahlila slowly sat up. “I feel like I have a fucking anvil on my chest.”
“Oh, she’s just fine.”
“Good, I’ll leave you two then to finish this discussion.” Lacarra smiled. “Your sister and Zarah must hear that you are awake. It’ll give them great comfort.”
“I take it that was fancy for: get me the fuck out of here because he’s going to murder you?”
“Charming dear!” Lacarra laughed. “Have fun ripping her apart Latimere!”
Dahlila let the silence fill the room for a second after she was sure Lacarra was far down the hall. “I won’t apologize.”
“Let me make this clear to you once and fall, because there will be no need for apologies from anyone.” Latimere began. “I am the Master of this hall. It is mine. I will not have some devil child believing she will ever overthrow my power, my dominance, and my absolute control everything that is mine.”
“As strong as you believe you are, dear Dahlila, believe me when I say, you will never have the patience and determination to wear me out. I am unmovable.”
“And yet we’re having this conversation?”
“It is to enlighten you.” Latimere replied. “The next time you have the nerve to call me out in my own hall, you will be removed from these chambers and spend the rest of your time here in the dungeons. Do you hear me?”
“I hear you.”
“And do you understand?” he asked.
“Good.” he nodded and calmly began to head for the exit. “I expect we won’t be having this conversation again.”
“Latimere.” She said it soft and gentle, making him abruptly stop. “Thank you for saving my life…from Siren I mean.”
He held her stare for just a moment and nodded.
“It is my duty to protect everyone within my hall, especially my guests.”
“You’ll find your stay here more enjoyable if you let go your irritations and anger from the past.”
“What do you mean?”
“I know you still hold a grudge for my acquiring of Ms. Dellawood and Mrs. Coristor.” Latimere began. “I know it bothers you still and makes you not trust me, but it is not your fault and it is not your fight. it is their own and they have not objected.”
“Enjoy the moment, dear Dahlila, for you never know what the future may hold.”