“NO! Absolutely not.” I screamed so loudly that the walls shook, “I will go after him, and if he gets in my way, I’ll make sure he’s not a problem.” Pandora slammed her fist on the table, “You will do no such thing to my progeny! I will not allow Val to be harmed.” I looked at her, “He’s out there right now trying to wage a war against the Draconians… you know David and I share a god damned sire! And not just any sire. But the sire to us all! You are about to kill off her progeny without her knowledge or permission. You don’t get the same right.”
“Fuck the laws! Va’lis is more than just my progeny by blood, he’s my son. Marius!” Pandora looked to Marius as if he had any sway with me, which he doesn’t. I outrank him and outage him. He sat there in silence. We all did.
As the fight with the Draconians continued, we knew that David now had first hand knowledge that Merida and the twins, Maharet and Mekare, had special powers that persisted through their transition into vampires. This is something that was so unusual, but because this power came from the elements it stayed with them. Of course, finding out that Merida came from Maharet’s mortal line was a shock to us all, most especially Va’lis. My son, because that’s who we both — Marius and I — believe him to be now, has a severe protective nature over Merida. Not only because it was the first he ever turned, but also they kind of grew up together, if you will. Despite their tumultuous relationship, they found a very happy medium and celebrate their family now… especially because of the kids now. As Merida and Armand have expanded their family, it has brought all of us such joy.
Pandora paced back and forth in the infirmary of Vamp’s Lair where she was recovering from her wounds. She had been brutally attacked by three very ancient, very deadly vampires. She had held her own, but alas… they would have bested her, had it not been for Va’lis, Cassius, and Flavius. They pulled her out in the nick of time, but they would be dammed to go home empty-handed. They went back in and risked the ancients summoning the rest of their ugly lot. Against a pack of them, they would have all perished. But Pandora would not be leaving that dreadful mountain without Isonu. Isonu, who was good, just, and fair and so much a reflection of everything she wanted all her sons to be. No… her heart would not allow it. And somehow they did it. Isonu was now in my infirmary, recovering, but he had not regained consciousness yet. This worried me. Worried her.