Getting Back What Belongs to Us, Pt. 17

merida-portrait-redeyes“The magic..that we of the Razele line..and those before my sire ..perform..is called blood magic. You literally perform it with your own or a victims blood. I..I am still young…I was not taught very much of it…I can only tell you what I know..” I stared down at my hands, dirty and bloody. David studied me for a moment. “You lie.” I felt a sudden jolt and pain to my cheeK, dazed at the powerful hit. Danielle had struck me. “I..I swear.. I’m a hundred and thirty five. My sire taught me very litt-” with a yelp I was struck on my other cheek. I took deep breaths to calm the fire ready to burst from me. David sighed and held a hand to Danielle to stop. “Tell me what you know..share what this magic can do.” I sniffed and took a deep breath. “I perfected one spell..Acidic Touch is what it is called. I can simply focus my blood and make it pour from my fingers to burn someone…like acid…if we were on Sosaria….I could show you but…the..the magic doesn’t work here..” I wasn’t lying this time. He could see that.

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Getting Back What Belongs to Us, Pt. 16

imageTime passed slowly, Cherry holding me through each second that went by. I could feel the hate within me, it had been awhile since I felt a hate this strong. Many, many years before Pandora calmed the storm of my mind perhaps. And now it was struggling to free itself once more, and how I wanted to let it loose. My magic did not work here, but I would destroy those who had shattered my family apart.

I did not move, I barely blinked even I planned and schemed. I stood no chance before these ancients but I would be damned if I would not try. Carrie, now Merida? These Draconian bastards would have their heads mounted upon my wall.

Madness is a very real problem in my line, I thought mine long gone. Cherry could see it writhing behind my eyes, dark as the depths of the ocean and perhaps that is why she tried so hard to calm me.

Nothing would stay my wrath. You do not piss off Va’lis Razele and walk away unscathed.

My daughters would be returned to me and held tight within my arms, or I would die.

There are no other alternatives. No other way for this to happen. If I had to rip the city apart, so be it.

Getting Back What Belongs to Us, Pt. 15

Julianne Moore Michael Thompson Photoshoot for Vanity Fair  2003Mekare stood behind Maharet, her eyes barely able to look from the floor. She lived every day with the knowledge that her sister loved the very man that had raped her, that had cut out her tongue. She could not even look at him for she feared the rage would take over her soul. She respected her sister far too much.

Marius exited the room with much fanfare. He was in rare form tonight. Mekare wondered if the separation from Pandora that the world gates afforded us caused his instability for it was a rare occurrence that he would talk to the elders with such angst. He was almost always extremely respectful of all the First Brood.

When Maharet mentioned that she could not allow the deaths of the Romanus clan, it wasn’t a heartfelt sentiment that drove her conviction. It was the knowledge that this clan more than any other had the potential to survive the ages and blend into humanity, rather than destroy it. They were the future of our kind.

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Getting Back What Belongs to Us, Pt. 14

When that sadistic bitch showed me the video my fears were livened. So they could touch them they could get to them easily. My heart broke. I really had no choice. I broke. What was held together before with glue and tape.. shattered again. So much for progress. I felt strong manly hands lift me. I didn’t fight this time. I let him carry me through the halls. I could hear Carrie’s cries for them to let me go. I knew Astoria life was hanging by a thread. I saw Danielle skipping in front of me and the man that carried me..”Hurry up with her Kirk. David will be so pleased!” I looked up at the man named Kirk. I knew if I fought he would snap me right in half. I stayed still and silent.

He placed me in a chair at a table facing David and Zeeke. Danielle explained to David silently I knew..he smiled at me. I finally spoke. “I will share what I know…but I beg of you…let Carrie and Astoria go..leave my kids alone..” blood tears slid from my eyes and down my chest. I must have been a sight. The evil giggling of Zeeke at my distress made me hopeless. I awaited David’s answer..I had a plan..a broken…hopeless one..but what else could I do.

Getting Back What Belongs to Us, Pt. 13

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Taranis sat on a hilltop overlooking the lands where he would have been born had things gone differently.  Fog drifted across the meadow below  and through the forests beyond, lending a certain ethereal beauty, though some apparently considered such days to be gloomy.  He came here often to think when on Earth and it relaxed him.

His reverie was shattered by a sudden sense of panic from Astoria.  Before she came into his life, such as it was, panic and many other basic human experiences were foreign concepts to him.  Taranis traveled swiftly through the spirit world toward her, arriving just in time to see the woman who had taught him the meaning of love being drained of life.  In that moment, unable to manifest physically in this world, Taranis McKairin came to understand a new feeling:  helplessness.

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Getting Back What Belongs to Us, Pt. 12

paris-france-pallisadesLouis sat and waited. He was watched the window like he longed for the sun to come through it. Maharet had returned and Marius was running after her. He could hear what they were saying, or rather what Marius was saying.

Lestat sat up and went to follow Marius, he longed for news of Merida whom he had gotten close due to Saphira’s talents.  Louis was quick to grab him, “Where do you think you’re going?” Louis questioned his lover and maker. Lestat stopped and looked at him, “Why do we wait on the elders to make their move?” “Because those are the rules, Lestat. We follow the rules. And until Marius comes in here to tell us to move, we sit. We wait.” Louis’ loyalty annoyed him but Lestat knew he was right. To question Marius’ or worse Maharet’s decisions would shake the foundation on which we built our coven and all the bloodlines in it. 

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Getting Back What Belongs to Us, Pt. 11

merida_douglas_portraitI remained calm in my small inadequate prison. 24 hours..a few hours have passed now I know. I could feel him coming. David. He was such a bore. A handsome one..but a bore none the less. He presented “gifts” to me. My brothers sword, that both pissed me off and scared the shit out of me. My beloved Isonu… he was so young… helpless against them. Venora. Poor Venora she was still newborn! And my little niece… Naomi. No I cannot let this happen. I felt rage when seeing Helen and Astoria. I watched zeeke brutally murder Helen. They took Astoria away. No, I can’t let her be harmed. She was family. We loved her. At the sight of my children’s belongings I shattered. No, not my children.

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Getting Back What Belongs to Us, Pt. 10

tower-of-london-white-towerDavid carried a small, long chest with him as he entered the room holding Merida. Smiling without humor, he nodded to her as means of greeting while he circled her prison once. Eyes, alight with cruel intentions never broke away from hers. He radiated malice and with barely a sound he placed the chest upon the table in the room.

Finally, minutes later, he broke the silence.

“Good evening Merida, I trust you’ve enjoyed your stay with us thus far?”

Her sneer somehow suited her, it reflected the duality of her nature. Two sides of a coin. The proper, well off Baroness. And the savage terror that slumbered just beneath the surface, ready to surface at a moments notice. He was counting on that savage portion. He needed the rage. Rage could be beaten into submission, forced to reveal all.

Rage, gave way to mistakes.

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Getting What Belongs to Us, Pt. 9

astoriaI hurried the servants as quickly as I could. After Pandora and Bianca came for the kids I knew I needed to get to Armand’s side quickly. With Merida being kidnapped I knew he was a mess. I’ve come to love my new family. Armand easily became my best friend along with his beloved wife. on earth my powers are limited if not non-existent. I could still see spirits, I could communicate with them, but I could not perform a single spell. I’ve learned to cope. Armand, Merida and their beautiful children mean more to me then anything else.

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Getting Back What Belongs to Us, Pt. 8

solderini-franchessi-villa-venice-frontZeeke made her way through the villa in Venice, carefully searching every room. She came to the realization that the children were no longer in the house. David would be disappointed if she came back empty handed. She saw that several staff members were still lingering in the house, packing up as quickly as they can on orders to retreat to the Parisian compound. One of them had just returned from what seemed like a long trip, she was commanding the others to make haste. Young and beautiful, they called her Astoria.

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