Just got our copy of the invitations that were sent out. Elegant, beautifully scripted, in the colors my bride had wished for. Everything seems perfect. I am very excited to take Merida as my wife, she’s my heart’s desire and my love for her burns eternal. I hope she doesn’t get too nervous… its only 500+ names on our guest list. Everything is in motion, and the date approaches quickly. I hope that Va’lis makes it and that they squash whatever has been vexing them and he understands that whatever Merida tells me in confidence as my wife, I keep to myself. We keep no secrets from each other… we’re truly in love.
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Finally… a love that inspires, that stimulates, that lasts.
Something happened to me. Something I did not expect, but I knew the moment I saw her. She walked into the bar and took a seat at table behind us. Her hair, red as fire, her beauty as deep as the ocean, eyes as black as my own. Her name… Merida.
Whispers and idle gossip…
I have been hearing whispers…
They seem very afraid, unsteady about the decision of our House to bring him back to life. I, being one of his most focused victims at some point, understand this angst. But he’s different. The same, but still different. He braved the strong fight to rescue me from the depths of the Lich’s Lair, all the while protecting my daughter, Brelynn, and being mindful of my beloved husband’s authority. He cannot be so terrible, after all.
But this is Va’lis Razele. The same Va’lis Razele that has murdered hundreds, and maimed many more, in his quest for power. He is ruthless, merciless, and evokes the fears of many at his sight. Much to do will be had about him, about his resurrection. Our family will have to answer for that. Will this cost us our anonymity, our secret shadows, that we so depend on to run our businesses and turn our profits. We employ so many, and not just vampires and other supernaturals, but many mortals as well. Will their livelihood be compromised by Marius’ decision to ally with Va’lis?
The only answer I can come to is that Va’lis must have some desire for what we may be able to offer him; what I may be able to offer him. Hence the gossip. The whispers running about the lair is that Va’lis and I are romantically intertwined; that that would be his great desire to rescue me. And while I cannot deny my own draw to him, its much more maternal than romantic. This I can guarantee. Marius has been, and will always be, my one true love. But for me, Va’lis’ story and his struggles have drawn me to him, his lack of proper tutelage in this life… this unlife… is something I can try my best to rectify. So I will adopt him as my progeny, if he will have me.
The vampire in me, however, will always indulge in her own progeny; so has Marius throughout our eternities. This is no crime, its nature. But my heart undoubtedly belongs to one. My Marius… my mortal love; my immortal beloved. He’s the father I chose to adopt the girls with, the one I devoted myself to as a young mortal girl of 15. I’ve loved him for over a thousand years, and will love him for over a thousand more.
The rest is just… idle gossip.
The Journey to the Truth Is So Much Sweeter
The gift that I had acquired for Va’lis was Davian Pasteur. We had had him extradited to Vamp’s Lair from our fortress in Night Island off the coast of the Keys in Florida back on Earth. He was not told of our plans to resurrect his former master, so obviously when Va’lis Razele walked in the door of our prison floor, the shocked look on his face was genuine. He knew he would meet his end.
Davian backed up against the wall as his master stepped forward… the fear in him palpitated throughout the room. Excitement seemed to grab a hold of Merida, Va’lis other progeny, while Isonu looked indifferent. Amroth looked like he was holding back from doing the job himself. Once Va’lis grabbed Davian by the throat and lifted him into the wall, indenting the concrete hecatolite wall behind Davian with his rage and strength, I knew it was over for him.