She stood glaring at him. His face showed no emotion, but she could read the smirk in his eyes.
“No.”
“You have no choice I'm afraid.”
Alika stood behind her, head down. Tara shook her head. He handed her the dress, just looking at her in the same way he always had; distant but warm.
“Either Du put is on oder I will do it for you.”
She glared at him, but took the garment.
“I swear Kuran. One day, I'm kicking your ass.”
“As Du say. I wait for that Tag with eagerness. Now hurry. Lord Vale will be here soon. And we both know how he expects to see you.”
Their eyes met for a Sekunde and she nodded in surrender. He placed a gentle KISS to her head before leaving. Once the door was shut, she locked it. Alika waited for her.
“Help me please. I have no desire to be a vampire's meal tonight.”
She waited Weiter to Satstruiku's so-called throne, sword ready for any sign of trouble. She was not happy with the dress she had been forced to wear, but her weapons made her Mehr comfortable. Her eyes watched the procession as Mehr Vampire than she had seen gathered in the same thron room they had used for generations. The servants and warriors came first, then those in the court. A few Mehr nameless dignitaries, and then she saw him.
His hair was the same moonlight silver she had remembered and his amethyst eyes looked at her in approval. He came vorwärts-, nach vorn and Satstruiku stood to greet him. Tara came down Von his side, playing the faithful servant but herz beating hard in her chest. Face to face, the two men from her past shook hands. Chills went up her spine. It was really happening. She almost couldn't believe it. But here was her proof. Two enemies had come together for war.
“Vale, come talk with me in my chambers. Tara, Du come too.”
Her thoughts broke away as the dignified Lord Vale looked her over again. She nodded to both of them and followed as Satstruiku lead the way into his room. Once they entered, Tara locked the door.
“It's a surprise Du agreed to our contract, Lance Vale. What was the reason?”
The two looked at each other. When he spoke, Lance's voice held the same charm as Satstruiku's, but with Mehr warmth.
“I heard Du had something I want. I've come to retrieve it.”
Satstruiku sat in a chair, pulling Tara into his lap in one smooth motion.
“I'm afraid, Lance, that Du can't have her. Du see, she is my lamb.”
Lance's eyes narrowed a bit.
“You stahl, stola her from her rightful owner, as Du have everything else.”
“Begging your pardon's my lords,” Tara began, moving away from both of them. “But I belong to no one in this room. And if Du wish to speak to me, use my name.”
Satstruiku smiled down into his glass and Lance studied her for a long moment. Eventually, he spoke to her with true sincerity.
“And what name do we use for a lady of court such as you?”
Her eyes narrowed.
“Yes. Please tell us,” Satstruiku said, his voice dripping with pride.
It clicked the moment her eyes locked with his. Not only was he mocking her, but he was provoking her. The reason was clear. She struggled to hold it back, but already knew it was of no use. He had played his cards well and won. She had made the mistake of holding her cards too long. And the secret she had tried to keep was now blown wide open.
“You may call me Lady Tara, Daughter of the King and rightful ruler to the throne.”
The two brothers looked at each other, one smug, the other shamelessly annoyed. She turned her head from them, feeling the change already. At that moment, she could hear the prophecy run into her thoughts as reality set in. She was a prisoner in their game of war.
“No.”
“You have no choice I'm afraid.”
Alika stood behind her, head down. Tara shook her head. He handed her the dress, just looking at her in the same way he always had; distant but warm.
“Either Du put is on oder I will do it for you.”
She glared at him, but took the garment.
“I swear Kuran. One day, I'm kicking your ass.”
“As Du say. I wait for that Tag with eagerness. Now hurry. Lord Vale will be here soon. And we both know how he expects to see you.”
Their eyes met for a Sekunde and she nodded in surrender. He placed a gentle KISS to her head before leaving. Once the door was shut, she locked it. Alika waited for her.
“Help me please. I have no desire to be a vampire's meal tonight.”
She waited Weiter to Satstruiku's so-called throne, sword ready for any sign of trouble. She was not happy with the dress she had been forced to wear, but her weapons made her Mehr comfortable. Her eyes watched the procession as Mehr Vampire than she had seen gathered in the same thron room they had used for generations. The servants and warriors came first, then those in the court. A few Mehr nameless dignitaries, and then she saw him.
His hair was the same moonlight silver she had remembered and his amethyst eyes looked at her in approval. He came vorwärts-, nach vorn and Satstruiku stood to greet him. Tara came down Von his side, playing the faithful servant but herz beating hard in her chest. Face to face, the two men from her past shook hands. Chills went up her spine. It was really happening. She almost couldn't believe it. But here was her proof. Two enemies had come together for war.
“Vale, come talk with me in my chambers. Tara, Du come too.”
Her thoughts broke away as the dignified Lord Vale looked her over again. She nodded to both of them and followed as Satstruiku lead the way into his room. Once they entered, Tara locked the door.
“It's a surprise Du agreed to our contract, Lance Vale. What was the reason?”
The two looked at each other. When he spoke, Lance's voice held the same charm as Satstruiku's, but with Mehr warmth.
“I heard Du had something I want. I've come to retrieve it.”
Satstruiku sat in a chair, pulling Tara into his lap in one smooth motion.
“I'm afraid, Lance, that Du can't have her. Du see, she is my lamb.”
Lance's eyes narrowed a bit.
“You stahl, stola her from her rightful owner, as Du have everything else.”
“Begging your pardon's my lords,” Tara began, moving away from both of them. “But I belong to no one in this room. And if Du wish to speak to me, use my name.”
Satstruiku smiled down into his glass and Lance studied her for a long moment. Eventually, he spoke to her with true sincerity.
“And what name do we use for a lady of court such as you?”
Her eyes narrowed.
“Yes. Please tell us,” Satstruiku said, his voice dripping with pride.
It clicked the moment her eyes locked with his. Not only was he mocking her, but he was provoking her. The reason was clear. She struggled to hold it back, but already knew it was of no use. He had played his cards well and won. She had made the mistake of holding her cards too long. And the secret she had tried to keep was now blown wide open.
“You may call me Lady Tara, Daughter of the King and rightful ruler to the throne.”
The two brothers looked at each other, one smug, the other shamelessly annoyed. She turned her head from them, feeling the change already. At that moment, she could hear the prophecy run into her thoughts as reality set in. She was a prisoner in their game of war.
~~~
"Any last words?" he cocked his gun and smirked.
"You're an imb-"
He pulled the trigger before words could escape, and watched as the vampire disintegrated.
Quickly he left the church and headed into the woods, first a town of beasts and now a vampire, what Mehr could he handle?
While walking, enjoying the night of no stars and a half moon, his red eyes caught a girl of smaller stature than his own. "A human? But I thought they all died in town."
D's eyes narrowed as he stalked the girl, she was running, but from what? Ignoring all his senses to pursue the her and take her fresh blood, he followed the human instead. She was quick and agile, her eyes showed no fear, yet deep inside he could read she was petrified. Suddenly, she stopped backing up against a gate, cornered as a dark shadow towered over her.
"I thought I killed him?" He hissed placing his hand on his Smith and Wesson.
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Let the transformation begin.
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