Flying with Lars was one thing, but flying in a huge metal bird was another. He assured me we were safe, and I had nothing to worry about. I trusted him, so I boarded what he called, a “Jet”, and let him “Buckle” me into a seat. And boy did he look content with tying me down, huh, food for thought, but that can wait until later. I felt the Jet move, I looked out the window and watched everything move by so quickly, when the Jet started to move up, my stomach moved down. My ears popped, I gripped his hand so tight, that if he wasn’t a vampire, I sure would have broken his fingers. “Lars, I’m going to kill you, by the gods, I don’t like this…” I heard him laugh and kiss my hand. “Maya, calm down, you’re alright. I’m here and I wont let anything happen to you.” I couldn’t calm down, I was trapped in a metal bird, with no escape. When the Jet few high enough he unbuckled his “Seat belt” and I hurried out of mine. I had to find a small bit of freedom. Before I knew it he had me in his arms, holding me tightly. “Its alright Maya, shhh….” I could feel myself getting calm, was that a gift? I’d have to ask him.
Having such a close relationship with my own dragon, Dragula, and having read countless books and old texts about these majestical creatures I can really relate to my capricious, energetic, and loving granddaughter, Saphira. You see, she’s part dragon. Now Dragula has never manifested into his mortal form, although I know he has one. He feels like he has no use for it, for he’s accepted in his true form as in all his glory. Not all dragons feel that way however.
While most seem to cling to a solitary life, in truth they seek companionship just like any other creature. Oftentimes, they develop real human connections, which turn romantic. That’s how Saphira came to be. Her mother, a mortal, fell in love with what she believed was a wonderful man. For years, they lived together and he would travel a lot but would return often. Then when she became pregnant, he had no choice to tell her his secret. The pregnancy was not unlike a mortal’s pregnancy with the exception of the birth. What Saphira’s mother delivered was a leathery sac that formed into a dragon’s egg shortly after. It is as if there are two gestational periods for dragonkin. After the first, the second takes only a short few months at which time the egg hatches and what seems to be a mortal baby is delivered. How they grow and develop from there has varied differently from type to type in my experience.
I awoke with my entire body aching and the feeling of two strong arms wrapped around me. I smiled as I remembered the night. Never could I ever have imagined pure pleasure and power of being dominated by an enigma that is Lars Spy. I was not in love with him, far from it actually, but I felt a strong connection to him. I call him my dearest friend, and what a friend he is. After the first night that he made love to me I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted to be his, I wanted to become Immortal and live for eternity doing all the good I could possible do. Prevent monsters from taking the lives of innocent people…hurting them..No, I would live forever insuring I can stop the evil in this world and the next.
I felt Lars’ lips press against my neck softly, a smile crept onto my lips as I turned in his arms to face him. By the gods he was beautiful, I had no regrets giving him my innocence.
Mountains upon mountains of papers litter Marius’ desk. I have spent hours pouring over all of them, finally I believe I’ve made a break through, at least with countering the side effects of the Conduit Substance. I cant help but giggle with glee knowing it’s nothing more then simple potioneering. Or maybe, not so simple. I need a test subject brave enough to let me test my theories. I wonder if Va’lis would do it…no..if i killed him accidentally even Pandora would kill me. She and I are best friends and close, but that’s “Her baby boy”…kind of makes me sick.
I grabbed my notebook and immediately started writing my findings…..
I walked into the lab completely drenched in soot, dirt, and ash. Va’lis was there reading through his father’s notes and journals. He looked up at me, “Did I miss a mud wrestling contest?” I gave him the flatest of flat looks as I placed a strongbox that also was just as wrecked with soot, dirt, and ash as I was on the counter.
“Is that?” He said as his eyes lit up. He was still enamored and fascinated by this stuff and he just couldn’t help himself, went straight for it with bare hands. I of course had to stop him. “Va’lis! No!” I exclaimed as I took his wrist and held it just an inch from the box. “Protection, son!” I reminded him. And this is why we needed Piper. I cannot trust that his eagerness will not get the best of him. She was much more careful in handling the stuff and would be mindful to ensure Va’lis was careful as well.
Va’lis was working in the lab already when I got there late last night. I wanted to drop off another set of notes and books that Piper and I had found in Marius’ office at Romanus Manor. Of course his level of frustration was visible. Him and Piper just have not been able to cross paths. Piper, as she is still quite young, must keep herself to the dampness of the dark nights, while Va’lis being much more tolerant of the Malas sun tends to squeeze in some time throughout the day. Of course, he does have a city to run.
So as we packed up our old place, the girls and I lovingly wrapped all our nick knacks and furnishings. Room by room my daughters and I got most of our items all boxed up. Finally Merida came home and joined in helping us, her rooftop garden being one of the more difficult things to pack. We had to ensure her “babies” wouldn’t get squashed or tumble out of the soil they were packed into. It was a lot of work, but we finally got the majority of it done. Except of course, I wouldn’t let my girls into our master bedroom to pack anything. I mean heaven forbid they find mommy and daddy’s … “toy chest”. No, Merida and I would come back for our bedroom later.
After our first date there was another…and another. Ivan introduced me to all of his school friends and his family.
Nothing in this world, or any world, makes me feel as complete as she does. Ro’s been having trouble sleeping for over a week now. I’ve noticed her toss and turn, and even at times leave my bedroom to go outside. The stress was getting to her and she was going to have a meltdown. With Armand and Merida gone to Earth, she felt so alone. Even I wasn’t enough to comfort her.
I sat there in my seat with my elbows on my knees after hearing the verdict and sentence. The guards came to read my sire, my father his reprimands and statues before cuffing him. I heard Pandora, my sire-mother, yelling and screaming and Marius yelling back to her. Lestat stood there and when they turned Marius around he wrapped him a hug. I couldn’t even look at him. If I had I would have broken down.