Sorry that one took a while! This weekend was insanely busy between getting things done for our upcoming move and seeing friends, so I wasn't writing a whole lot.
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Name: Taylor
Pronouns: They/them
Age: Mid 20s
Relationship: Married (happily, I might add)
Time Zone: Arizona (we hate daylight savings, so it's MST year-round)
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Format: 1x1s only. Maybe I'll try a group RP again someday, but I've never had one last longer than a few months
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Favorite Genres: Modern, Historical, Romance, Action/Adventure, Horror/Dark, Fantasy, Slice of Life, Dystopian, can be convinced to write some Sci-Fi
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“It is,” Azdrei’in answered. “The spaceship will not come down until it is safe for my people. We will go up to it.” It was fortunate for him that the Earthling he’d found wasn’t afraid of leaving her planet. Knowing that humans had been bound to the earth before they’d been wiped out, he might have been concerned about being unable to convince her to travel up into space with him, but the smile on her face told him that she would join him happily. All he had to do was lead her to the private craft that he’d flown down when he’d been given his first assignment.
He waited for her to prepare herself for the trip, packing belongings and freeing the animal she had kept inside her home. It didn’t take long, and when she was finally done, he joined her at the door to head out, returning to the ruins where he had left his ship. On the way to it, he rested one hand idly on his weapon and kept watch over their surroundings to make sure there were no infected humans around to attack them. He’d originally planned to avoid bringing Artemis into the area since he’d deemed it unsafe, but it was the quickest way to their destination, so he just kept his guard up while they walked.
At her question, he glanced down at her, “You would say: S’dei dra jina Artemis. We have more than one ‘hello,’ but for you, ‘S’dei’ should be enough.” In truth, there was far more nuance to the Lunvalgan language than he told her, but he didn’t know nearly enough English to explain it properly. There were different greetings for different times of day, for interactions between people of different ranks, and even for different social circumstances such as mourning or celebration. He would need to become more fluent in her tongue before he could even begin to try to teach her how his worked.
When they finally reached his ship—thankfully without running into any infected humans—Azdrei’in smiled amusedly at Artemis’s reaction to the vehicle. She was like a child who had just discovered a fascinating new toy. “If you like this, you will like the home spaceship even more,” he told her as he strode after her. It was more fun than he’d expected to introduce her to his people’s technology, and he enjoyed the way she seemed to light up with delight at the sight of it.
Stepping up beside her, he placed an open palm against the built-in reader, which flashed white in recognition of his touch just before the door eased open, folding downward from the top to become a ramp that they could walk up. “There will not be much space,” he warned her, sauntering inside the craft first and beckoning her to follow. “This was made for only one person.”
The interior was comprised mainly of a cockpit in the front and a storage space toward the rear. The ceiling was tall enough that Azdrei’in could stand almost fully upright without hitting his head, so there was plenty of room for Artemis to walk about freely. The floor and walls were made of black and dark silver metal, peppered with various odd controls for the pilot to operate in the event that the bioscanner that he mainly used stopped working. All of the controls to command the craft were located at the very front on a wide, crescent-shaped panel that bowed outward toward the nose of the vehicle.
Since the ship was only meant for one individual at a time, there was only one proper seat positioned next to the control panel. It was cushioned for comfort and placed low to the floor, so its occupant would be seated with his or her legs outstretched to reach another set of levers underneath the main band of controls.
“This is my spaceship because I am a warrior,” he explained, stepping over to the pilot’s chair and sitting down. “All warriors have to learn to use them, and we all have our own.” He strapped himself into the seat and peered over his shoulder at Artemis, considering how to make the flight easier for her when there wasn’t a second chair available. “Come,” he called her to him after a moment. “Leaving this place will be rough. If you stand, you will fall. When we are in space, you can walk around, but until then, sit.” And he gestured for her to sit on his lap.
He waited for her to prepare herself for the trip, packing belongings and freeing the animal she had kept inside her home. It didn’t take long, and when she was finally done, he joined her at the door to head out, returning to the ruins where he had left his ship. On the way to it, he rested one hand idly on his weapon and kept watch over their surroundings to make sure there were no infected humans around to attack them. He’d originally planned to avoid bringing Artemis into the area since he’d deemed it unsafe, but it was the quickest way to their destination, so he just kept his guard up while they walked.
At her question, he glanced down at her, “You would say: S’dei dra jina Artemis. We have more than one ‘hello,’ but for you, ‘S’dei’ should be enough.” In truth, there was far more nuance to the Lunvalgan language than he told her, but he didn’t know nearly enough English to explain it properly. There were different greetings for different times of day, for interactions between people of different ranks, and even for different social circumstances such as mourning or celebration. He would need to become more fluent in her tongue before he could even begin to try to teach her how his worked.
When they finally reached his ship—thankfully without running into any infected humans—Azdrei’in smiled amusedly at Artemis’s reaction to the vehicle. She was like a child who had just discovered a fascinating new toy. “If you like this, you will like the home spaceship even more,” he told her as he strode after her. It was more fun than he’d expected to introduce her to his people’s technology, and he enjoyed the way she seemed to light up with delight at the sight of it.
Stepping up beside her, he placed an open palm against the built-in reader, which flashed white in recognition of his touch just before the door eased open, folding downward from the top to become a ramp that they could walk up. “There will not be much space,” he warned her, sauntering inside the craft first and beckoning her to follow. “This was made for only one person.”
The interior was comprised mainly of a cockpit in the front and a storage space toward the rear. The ceiling was tall enough that Azdrei’in could stand almost fully upright without hitting his head, so there was plenty of room for Artemis to walk about freely. The floor and walls were made of black and dark silver metal, peppered with various odd controls for the pilot to operate in the event that the bioscanner that he mainly used stopped working. All of the controls to command the craft were located at the very front on a wide, crescent-shaped panel that bowed outward toward the nose of the vehicle.
Since the ship was only meant for one individual at a time, there was only one proper seat positioned next to the control panel. It was cushioned for comfort and placed low to the floor, so its occupant would be seated with his or her legs outstretched to reach another set of levers underneath the main band of controls.
“This is my spaceship because I am a warrior,” he explained, stepping over to the pilot’s chair and sitting down. “All warriors have to learn to use them, and we all have our own.” He strapped himself into the seat and peered over his shoulder at Artemis, considering how to make the flight easier for her when there wasn’t a second chair available. “Come,” he called her to him after a moment. “Leaving this place will be rough. If you stand, you will fall. When we are in space, you can walk around, but until then, sit.” And he gestured for her to sit on his lap.
Vail listened to Sylvia’s report in thoughtful silence. He wasn’t the least bit surprised that the Wynters were taking advantage of their recent victory. In the two centuries that he’d lived on the Earth, he’d seen them make grabs for power like this multiple times. This was just the most successful the rival clan had ever been in putting together an army to move forward with their plans to overthrow the human race. He frowned concernedly. If they didn’t fight back soon to stop the Wynters, his former fiancée’s prediction about the bloodshed that would follow was going to come true. The other vampires were about to incite a war that was bigger than they could imagine, the aftershocks of which had the potential to reverberate for generations.
Mulling over the news quietly, he was torn from his thoughts when Victoria suddenly asked about the Order. He blinked and glanced at the others as well. Not used to being on the same side as the Saints, he hadn’t thought much of them since the battle at the Crest manor. In the time that had passed, he’d been caught up in everything that had happened to his family and to Victoria. Evacuating the rest of the Hygraces to safety and waiting for her to wake up had consumed all his thoughts. To him, though, it seemed like there wasn’t much hope that Ray or Gerald had survived. Most likely, they had been casualties of the fighting, either slain or drained of their blood by the Wynters.
So, when she declared that she was going to go back to London to search for them, Vail tensed. She had just awoken as a vampire that same day, so the thought of sending her back into the city that the most violent clan in England had just occupied was worrisome to him. Especially when it sounded like she wanted to go back without him. “I appreciate your bravely, Victoria, but I think it would be best to wait for now,” he said tentatively, turning to meet her gaze. “Or at least send someone else until you’ve recovered further. You still haven’t adjusted to not being a human anymore, so it will be dangerous for you to venture off before you’ve settled more comfortably into your new life… including both your strengths and your weaknesses.”
Mulling over the news quietly, he was torn from his thoughts when Victoria suddenly asked about the Order. He blinked and glanced at the others as well. Not used to being on the same side as the Saints, he hadn’t thought much of them since the battle at the Crest manor. In the time that had passed, he’d been caught up in everything that had happened to his family and to Victoria. Evacuating the rest of the Hygraces to safety and waiting for her to wake up had consumed all his thoughts. To him, though, it seemed like there wasn’t much hope that Ray or Gerald had survived. Most likely, they had been casualties of the fighting, either slain or drained of their blood by the Wynters.
So, when she declared that she was going to go back to London to search for them, Vail tensed. She had just awoken as a vampire that same day, so the thought of sending her back into the city that the most violent clan in England had just occupied was worrisome to him. Especially when it sounded like she wanted to go back without him. “I appreciate your bravely, Victoria, but I think it would be best to wait for now,” he said tentatively, turning to meet her gaze. “Or at least send someone else until you’ve recovered further. You still haven’t adjusted to not being a human anymore, so it will be dangerous for you to venture off before you’ve settled more comfortably into your new life… including both your strengths and your weaknesses.”
The furniture will be delivered at the same time as when we move in in two weeks, haha.
That's good! I'm glad it was nothing serious.
And yeah, pretty much xD This is one of the busiest weekends because we went through all our stuff in the garage and also boxes of old things from our families that we never sorted before. We have SO much stuff that we threw away and are also going to sell whenever we can put together a garage sale.
That's good! I'm glad it was nothing serious.
And yeah, pretty much xD This is one of the busiest weekends because we went through all our stuff in the garage and also boxes of old things from our families that we never sorted before. We have SO much stuff that we threw away and are also going to sell whenever we can put together a garage sale.
Cas dropped the subject real quick haha
It was less about color scheme and more about the shape of the room not working with the kind of furniture we already had. There's a window nook specifically that demands a chair and table setup, but we only have loveseats and sofas haha. We also got a sectional that we can arrange in a way that flatters the length of the back wall in the living room ^^
Aw, sorry to hear about your cat! How is she doing?
Also, I may not be online as much as usual this weekend. I have plans every single day with various friends and also with my husband to get a huge chunk of the moving done, since we're going to be fully moved into the new place in two weeks!
It was less about color scheme and more about the shape of the room not working with the kind of furniture we already had. There's a window nook specifically that demands a chair and table setup, but we only have loveseats and sofas haha. We also got a sectional that we can arrange in a way that flatters the length of the back wall in the living room ^^
Aw, sorry to hear about your cat! How is she doing?
Also, I may not be online as much as usual this weekend. I have plans every single day with various friends and also with my husband to get a huge chunk of the moving done, since we're going to be fully moved into the new place in two weeks!
The bright smile on Iris’s face was a balm to Caspian. He knew she was still grappling with negative emotions, since it would have been shocking if all it took was one kiss to ease her worries, but at least he was able to drag her out of the pit for a little while. Maybe he was being naïve, but he wanted them both to be happy while they were sharing their suite at the Sunset Veil. They deserved to enjoy a vacation after everything they’d been through. It was long overdue. Even though they weren’t out of the woods yet, there was nothing wrong with taking a break to breathe and relax and gather their bearings until they had to dive back into their troubles again. Hopefully they would be better off for it too—more alert and mentally agile because of the much-needed rest.
“Me either,” he agreed with an affectionate smile when she said she never wanted to stop waking up next to him. By society’s standards, the desires and promises they were sharing with each other were incredibly quick, but they felt right to him. Most high born couples spent months dating each other before they started talking about a long-term future, but he felt like he’d known her for a year already. They had chemistry, and they brought out good qualities in each other when they were together. He admired her kind heart, selflessness and tenacity. Even though they had only been together for about a month, he felt certain that he didn’t want to spend his life with anyone else.
Caught up in his love for her, he laughed softly at the suggestive joke she made back to him, glad that she was feeling good enough to mess around with him. “I can make that happen…” he whispered with a grin, leaning in to kiss her again with passion. Their first time together had been at the base of a steep learning curve, but in the two times that followed, he liked to think he was getting better at doing things that she enjoyed. He was having fun exploring all the different ways their bodies could fit together too, and he thought that he wouldn’t mind giving it a fourth shot that morning when his stomach suddenly interrupted with an audible growl.
“Actually, I might be hungry for real food too,” he admitted with a sheepish smile, breaking the kiss to meet Iris’s gaze. For a fraction of a second, he studied her face, finding her just as beautiful in close proximity as he did when there was more distance between them. He still couldn’t believe he was so lucky that she’d chosen to be with him. At the moment, though, there was a more pressing matter to address. “Do you still want to order breakfast? I can call down to the restaurant to get some fuel for us before we do this again.” As he spoke, he idly trailed his hand down from her side to her hip and then stopped at the back of her thigh in clear indication of what he was referring to.
“Me either,” he agreed with an affectionate smile when she said she never wanted to stop waking up next to him. By society’s standards, the desires and promises they were sharing with each other were incredibly quick, but they felt right to him. Most high born couples spent months dating each other before they started talking about a long-term future, but he felt like he’d known her for a year already. They had chemistry, and they brought out good qualities in each other when they were together. He admired her kind heart, selflessness and tenacity. Even though they had only been together for about a month, he felt certain that he didn’t want to spend his life with anyone else.
Caught up in his love for her, he laughed softly at the suggestive joke she made back to him, glad that she was feeling good enough to mess around with him. “I can make that happen…” he whispered with a grin, leaning in to kiss her again with passion. Their first time together had been at the base of a steep learning curve, but in the two times that followed, he liked to think he was getting better at doing things that she enjoyed. He was having fun exploring all the different ways their bodies could fit together too, and he thought that he wouldn’t mind giving it a fourth shot that morning when his stomach suddenly interrupted with an audible growl.
“Actually, I might be hungry for real food too,” he admitted with a sheepish smile, breaking the kiss to meet Iris’s gaze. For a fraction of a second, he studied her face, finding her just as beautiful in close proximity as he did when there was more distance between them. He still couldn’t believe he was so lucky that she’d chosen to be with him. At the moment, though, there was a more pressing matter to address. “Do you still want to order breakfast? I can call down to the restaurant to get some fuel for us before we do this again.” As he spoke, he idly trailed his hand down from her side to her hip and then stopped at the back of her thigh in clear indication of what he was referring to.
I just realized I'm totally gonna forget all these side character names, so I added a section for important figures in the first OOC post to keep track of them
The rest of their walk through the woods was more peaceful than the first hour had been. Azdrei’in enjoyed exploring the area, discovering new and interesting plants that he’d never seen before and encountering more animals on occasion. Even in the small section of forest that they covered, he was impressed with the diversity. He saw small creatures with hair and bushy tails that darted up trees, long, slender things with no limbs that slithered under bushes, and even feathered animals that took off into the air when they drew near. As a predator, he was naturally curious about which ones would make good prey, but he had plenty of time to figure that out later, so he didn’t pursue any of the creatures they came across. For now, he just marveled over the beauty of the planet that his people had found and chosen to make into their new home.
When they saw the buck, he watched with interest as the massive beast loped away from them. It reminded him of a species on Ashad’te, only without the bioluminescent skin. Its sweeping antlers were imposing, but the dichotomy between predator and prey was still apparent in the way it fled from him at first sight. Apparently the creatures on the Earth could tell where he stood on the food chain even though his people weren’t part of the ecosystem yet.
He continued to walk with Artemis back to her hideout, fascinated once more by the trills of the winged animals they passed on their way there. When they arrived, he stretched his back languidly and migrated to the sofa to rest. Just as he sat down, however, his communication device chirped, signaling that he was receiving a transmission from someone else. He slipped it from his hip and attached the piece to his ear, glancing at Artemis as she left the room. “This is Azdrei’in, reporting.”
“Azdrei’in, how has your assignment been going?” the caller, Zalla, asked him.
“Smoothly so far,” he replied, kicking his feet up on the table in front of him to recline more comfortably. “The Earthling has made no attempts to escape, and I have kept her safe when I have needed to. She is very interested in our people. I do not think it will take much effort for me to convince her to come to the ship if the Om’phaers wish to speak with her… Speaking of which, has a decision been made as to what I should do with her?”
“That is why I called you,” Zalla confirmed. “I shared what you told me with General Thraczol, and he instructed me to pass word along to the Om’phaers. They are hesitant but interested in hearing more from this Earthling you found, since there is a chance that her knowledge could be useful to our people. Bring her on board as soon as you are able to, Azdrei’in. She is the first glimmer of hope we have had in many years.”
“I will make her aware of my orders right away,” he said obediently. “However, I also have a suggestion, if I may.”
“What is it?”
“Well,” he started slowly, choosing his words carefully as he posed his thoughts to her. “This Earthling is not the only one I have encountered now. There are others who seem to have survived Strizin with little to no detriment to their wellbeing. Those I have found have not been violent either. If they are potentially useful to us, I believe it could be wise for us to abstain from killing them unless they expose themselves as threats individually. I am unsure how many of them survived, but if there are not many of them left, we should not finish them off before we know if we need them or not.”
There was a pause before Zalla responded, “Perhaps. I will speak with Thraczol again on the matter. For now, focus on bringing that Earthling of yours on board our ship. You have been doing well, Azdrei’in. Keep up the good work.”
“Thank you, commander,” he said, a proud smile arching on his lip. He ended the call and reattached the device to his waistband just as Artemis returned to the room. Right away, he noticed that she had changed clothes again, and he looked up at her, his pale eyes sweeping over her dress. “Zalla told me to take you to the spaceship,” he answered her question in English, his accent slightly thicker than usual as he was distracted by the way the fabric flattered her figure. Catching himself, he shook free of the unwanted thought and stood up. “Our specialist doctors want to talk to you about the things you told me. Take what you need now. I don’t know how long we will be there, and what we have on the spaceship is not for human comfort.”
When they saw the buck, he watched with interest as the massive beast loped away from them. It reminded him of a species on Ashad’te, only without the bioluminescent skin. Its sweeping antlers were imposing, but the dichotomy between predator and prey was still apparent in the way it fled from him at first sight. Apparently the creatures on the Earth could tell where he stood on the food chain even though his people weren’t part of the ecosystem yet.
He continued to walk with Artemis back to her hideout, fascinated once more by the trills of the winged animals they passed on their way there. When they arrived, he stretched his back languidly and migrated to the sofa to rest. Just as he sat down, however, his communication device chirped, signaling that he was receiving a transmission from someone else. He slipped it from his hip and attached the piece to his ear, glancing at Artemis as she left the room. “This is Azdrei’in, reporting.”
“Azdrei’in, how has your assignment been going?” the caller, Zalla, asked him.
“Smoothly so far,” he replied, kicking his feet up on the table in front of him to recline more comfortably. “The Earthling has made no attempts to escape, and I have kept her safe when I have needed to. She is very interested in our people. I do not think it will take much effort for me to convince her to come to the ship if the Om’phaers wish to speak with her… Speaking of which, has a decision been made as to what I should do with her?”
“That is why I called you,” Zalla confirmed. “I shared what you told me with General Thraczol, and he instructed me to pass word along to the Om’phaers. They are hesitant but interested in hearing more from this Earthling you found, since there is a chance that her knowledge could be useful to our people. Bring her on board as soon as you are able to, Azdrei’in. She is the first glimmer of hope we have had in many years.”
“I will make her aware of my orders right away,” he said obediently. “However, I also have a suggestion, if I may.”
“What is it?”
“Well,” he started slowly, choosing his words carefully as he posed his thoughts to her. “This Earthling is not the only one I have encountered now. There are others who seem to have survived Strizin with little to no detriment to their wellbeing. Those I have found have not been violent either. If they are potentially useful to us, I believe it could be wise for us to abstain from killing them unless they expose themselves as threats individually. I am unsure how many of them survived, but if there are not many of them left, we should not finish them off before we know if we need them or not.”
There was a pause before Zalla responded, “Perhaps. I will speak with Thraczol again on the matter. For now, focus on bringing that Earthling of yours on board our ship. You have been doing well, Azdrei’in. Keep up the good work.”
“Thank you, commander,” he said, a proud smile arching on his lip. He ended the call and reattached the device to his waistband just as Artemis returned to the room. Right away, he noticed that she had changed clothes again, and he looked up at her, his pale eyes sweeping over her dress. “Zalla told me to take you to the spaceship,” he answered her question in English, his accent slightly thicker than usual as he was distracted by the way the fabric flattered her figure. Catching himself, he shook free of the unwanted thought and stood up. “Our specialist doctors want to talk to you about the things you told me. Take what you need now. I don’t know how long we will be there, and what we have on the spaceship is not for human comfort.”
Sylvia nodded and turned away to make the request of one of the Hygrace cousins, and Vail glanced over his shoulder as Audrey left the room to fetch James and Francois. He was grateful that his former fiancée was being so supportive of Victoria. Even though he wouldn’t let his family’s disapproval persuade him to stop being with her, it was draining to constantly be on the defense around people who thought they were mad. He knew Sylvia probably wasn’t as wholeheartedly pleased that he’d chosen to be with a woman who’d been mortal when they’d met, but at least she was trying not to let her prejudice influence her opinion of the Crest heiress. It was nice to have one voice on their side in a room full of vampires who believed he was making a mistake.
He turned back to Victoria as she spoke to his father. It was unlikely that she would get through to Peter—he and his mother had tried for a week to no avail—but it still warmed him to see that she cared enough to try to reignite his hope. He leaned his shoulder gently into hers when his father didn’t respond to her heartfelt words. Despite her valiant effort, the clan leader was unmoved. His grief and guilt had consumed him, and it would take far more than seven days to repair the damage the emotions had done to him internally. “He’ll come back to us eventually,” he assured her in a hushed tone and squeezed her hand. He had no idea how long it could take, but he felt confident that his father was strong enough to get through this trying time; and now that Victoria was a vampire too, she would live long enough to see it.
When the Moncouriers arrived, Vail turned away from his parents to watch as they greeted his family with all the grace and charisma of the French. Sylvia seemed especially pleased when James kissed her hand. Her features lit up, and her lips curled upward in a pleased smile. “Sylvia Macey. Charmed,” she introduced herself in return. As soon as James had turned away from her to approach Victoria, she turned to Vail with a grin and pointed at the other vampire, mouthing silently: ‘I like him.’
Vail rolled his eyes at his friend’s antics. Sylvia had always had a weakness for Frenchmen, finding their accents and romantic overtures enchanting. He wouldn’t have been surprised if she spent the rest of her visit showering James with questions about himself interjected with coy compliments and flirtatious touches to the arm. He had no stake in who she chose to be with, though, so he didn’t comment on it as James spoke to his half-sister. Instead, a soft smile alighted on his lips as the other vampire flattered his lover. “I don’t think; I know I am,” he looked down at her fondly. She was undeniably the most beautiful woman in the room, and she brought out qualities in him that he hadn’t even known he’d had. He wouldn’t want anyone else on his arm for as long as he lived.
“Right, now that everyone is here, I ought to give my sorry speech,” Sylvia announced, looking a little pink after Francois greeted her in the same charming manner as his son had. She could have had either one of the Moncouriers and been perfectly happy, since the father was equally as handsome as his son. Stepping closer to the others, she cleared her throat and relayed her news, “I only know what I’ve seen around the city, but I can tell you all that the Wynters are taking full advantage of their recent triumph over the Hygrace clan. They’re parading about, declaring themselves the new head dynasty in England and demanding the loyalty of every other clan in the country. Anyone who opposes them is to be considered an enemy and is threatened violently until they submit to the ‘new order’—that’s what they’re calling it. I’ve already seen it twice. Vampires who belong to clans that still side with the Hygraces are attacked in the streets while they’re out to hunt. The Wynters bludgeon them cruelly, but they don’t kill them, so they can crawl back to their families as a message to the rest. A few more clans have joined them because they’re afraid of what the Wynters will do if they continue to stand in their way.
“They didn’t have to bully everyone though. Quite a few clans knelt at their feet as soon as they announced that they’d run the Hygraces out of England. I’m certain that they’re gathering forces to wage war against the humans. The Wynters have always believed that vampires deserve to reign over them, since they are our prey, and now that they’ve won the authority to lead the rest of the clan in the country, they’re making strides toward building their utopia. If those warmongers have their way, things are only going to get bloodier from here.”
He turned back to Victoria as she spoke to his father. It was unlikely that she would get through to Peter—he and his mother had tried for a week to no avail—but it still warmed him to see that she cared enough to try to reignite his hope. He leaned his shoulder gently into hers when his father didn’t respond to her heartfelt words. Despite her valiant effort, the clan leader was unmoved. His grief and guilt had consumed him, and it would take far more than seven days to repair the damage the emotions had done to him internally. “He’ll come back to us eventually,” he assured her in a hushed tone and squeezed her hand. He had no idea how long it could take, but he felt confident that his father was strong enough to get through this trying time; and now that Victoria was a vampire too, she would live long enough to see it.
When the Moncouriers arrived, Vail turned away from his parents to watch as they greeted his family with all the grace and charisma of the French. Sylvia seemed especially pleased when James kissed her hand. Her features lit up, and her lips curled upward in a pleased smile. “Sylvia Macey. Charmed,” she introduced herself in return. As soon as James had turned away from her to approach Victoria, she turned to Vail with a grin and pointed at the other vampire, mouthing silently: ‘I like him.’
Vail rolled his eyes at his friend’s antics. Sylvia had always had a weakness for Frenchmen, finding their accents and romantic overtures enchanting. He wouldn’t have been surprised if she spent the rest of her visit showering James with questions about himself interjected with coy compliments and flirtatious touches to the arm. He had no stake in who she chose to be with, though, so he didn’t comment on it as James spoke to his half-sister. Instead, a soft smile alighted on his lips as the other vampire flattered his lover. “I don’t think; I know I am,” he looked down at her fondly. She was undeniably the most beautiful woman in the room, and she brought out qualities in him that he hadn’t even known he’d had. He wouldn’t want anyone else on his arm for as long as he lived.
“Right, now that everyone is here, I ought to give my sorry speech,” Sylvia announced, looking a little pink after Francois greeted her in the same charming manner as his son had. She could have had either one of the Moncouriers and been perfectly happy, since the father was equally as handsome as his son. Stepping closer to the others, she cleared her throat and relayed her news, “I only know what I’ve seen around the city, but I can tell you all that the Wynters are taking full advantage of their recent triumph over the Hygrace clan. They’re parading about, declaring themselves the new head dynasty in England and demanding the loyalty of every other clan in the country. Anyone who opposes them is to be considered an enemy and is threatened violently until they submit to the ‘new order’—that’s what they’re calling it. I’ve already seen it twice. Vampires who belong to clans that still side with the Hygraces are attacked in the streets while they’re out to hunt. The Wynters bludgeon them cruelly, but they don’t kill them, so they can crawl back to their families as a message to the rest. A few more clans have joined them because they’re afraid of what the Wynters will do if they continue to stand in their way.
“They didn’t have to bully everyone though. Quite a few clans knelt at their feet as soon as they announced that they’d run the Hygraces out of England. I’m certain that they’re gathering forces to wage war against the humans. The Wynters have always believed that vampires deserve to reign over them, since they are our prey, and now that they’ve won the authority to lead the rest of the clan in the country, they’re making strides toward building their utopia. If those warmongers have their way, things are only going to get bloodier from here.”
Awesome!
Yeah, that could work. We can skip over the rest of their walk and bring it back to the bunker, where Drei will call Zalla and receive his orders to bring Artemis to the ship.
Yeah, that could work. We can skip over the rest of their walk and bring it back to the bunker, where Drei will call Zalla and receive his orders to bring Artemis to the ship.
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