watched while he killed a large amount of those women.”
“Tammy…”
“I watched and did nothing!” she yelled. “I should be one of the ones that you all kill.”
“You were a victim,” Brandon said pulling her around. “Anyone would have done the same thing.”
“Renee didn’t, she fought back.”
“Yeah, well, that’s different. You’ve met her right?” Derek said and coaxed her into a little smile.
“Yes. I have met the wonderful creature that I too would give every last drop of my blood to serve, even though I know she wouldn’t take it.”
“Why would I? I already have it,” I explained as I wrapped my arms around her.
“I want to make my own promise to you and your people, Jamous,” Tammy said pulling away from me and bravely walking up to him. “I will personally bring you the remains of his ash heart, after I watch the life leave his dying eyes.”
“I ask you to not put yourself in harm’s way for my people. You my sweet lady have served enough time in that man’s hell. I forgave you the moment we shared tears.”
Tammy lost all composure and started to turn when Jamous took her under the arm and gave her a slight hug. She nodded then looked up at him, shaking her head as she came back over to the boys. Brandon was the first to take her hand, but it was Derek that gave her a small hug and a little kiss on the cheek, whispering to her that we’d get the bastard. As soon as he said it she grabbed him, wrapping her arms around his body and began weeping harder. Derek gasped looking over at me. I gave him a wide eyed stare and he wrapped his arms around her back. But, the strange expression on his face never wavered.
“We will return tomorrow night as soon as the sun sets. Be ready for much blood to be shed,” Jacob said, shaking Jamous’s hand.
“We are more than ready my fanged friend. The word will spread throughout this night and the coming days. You will have safe passage with no need for concern.” Then he turned to me. “Bloodbreeders you may be, but live by the word bond of our blood are we.” He pulled out a blade that was hooked to his belt. It took everything I had to keep from reaching for mine. It was the sweet smell of his blood that sent the chills up my spine and not the gaping slash on his palm. He held the blade out. “Do not take from my vein, but honor me as the leader of the River Clan by becoming one forever and always.” I took the wooden handled, silver blade which shocked me with the weight that it held, and began laying it across my hand.
“Can you swear the allegiance of your people? You need only look behind me for the answers you might seek about mine.”
“I can assure you by the beating of my own heart!”
The four men yelled in unison, “Haw!” when Jamous spoke those words, I pulled the extremely sharp blade across my flesh. I held my breath but the flinching in my face showed the sting behind the pain. Why I thought it wouldn’t hurt baffles me. I knew I’d be listening better the next time Jacob told me that your opponent comes in many shapes and sizes. I went to hand him the knife, but before he took it he placed his palm in mine and our blood become one. His hand was twice the size of mine and ten times warmer. I hadn’t noticed until then. I never asked, but often wondered what he thought when his warm flesh touched mine.
Jamous gave Jacob several different forms of direction, one being a small map carved on the handle of a sheath. It now held the blade that cut into our hands. It had to be a very important part of his clan and something that must have been hard to let go of. Jacob pulled his alabaster white bone handled from underneath his shirt and handed it to Jamous, whose mouth fell open slightly as he slid the beautiful, shiny, black blade out. It must have been his first time to see one also. Afterwards we headed back to our ship where we fed well, then sat down to create a plan to go in and do what was
“Tammy…”
“I watched and did nothing!” she yelled. “I should be one of the ones that you all kill.”
“You were a victim,” Brandon said pulling her around. “Anyone would have done the same thing.”
“Renee didn’t, she fought back.”
“Yeah, well, that’s different. You’ve met her right?” Derek said and coaxed her into a little smile.
“Yes. I have met the wonderful creature that I too would give every last drop of my blood to serve, even though I know she wouldn’t take it.”
“Why would I? I already have it,” I explained as I wrapped my arms around her.
“I want to make my own promise to you and your people, Jamous,” Tammy said pulling away from me and bravely walking up to him. “I will personally bring you the remains of his ash heart, after I watch the life leave his dying eyes.”
“I ask you to not put yourself in harm’s way for my people. You my sweet lady have served enough time in that man’s hell. I forgave you the moment we shared tears.”
Tammy lost all composure and started to turn when Jamous took her under the arm and gave her a slight hug. She nodded then looked up at him, shaking her head as she came back over to the boys. Brandon was the first to take her hand, but it was Derek that gave her a small hug and a little kiss on the cheek, whispering to her that we’d get the bastard. As soon as he said it she grabbed him, wrapping her arms around his body and began weeping harder. Derek gasped looking over at me. I gave him a wide eyed stare and he wrapped his arms around her back. But, the strange expression on his face never wavered.
“We will return tomorrow night as soon as the sun sets. Be ready for much blood to be shed,” Jacob said, shaking Jamous’s hand.
“We are more than ready my fanged friend. The word will spread throughout this night and the coming days. You will have safe passage with no need for concern.” Then he turned to me. “Bloodbreeders you may be, but live by the word bond of our blood are we.” He pulled out a blade that was hooked to his belt. It took everything I had to keep from reaching for mine. It was the sweet smell of his blood that sent the chills up my spine and not the gaping slash on his palm. He held the blade out. “Do not take from my vein, but honor me as the leader of the River Clan by becoming one forever and always.” I took the wooden handled, silver blade which shocked me with the weight that it held, and began laying it across my hand.
“Can you swear the allegiance of your people? You need only look behind me for the answers you might seek about mine.”
“I can assure you by the beating of my own heart!”
The four men yelled in unison, “Haw!” when Jamous spoke those words, I pulled the extremely sharp blade across my flesh. I held my breath but the flinching in my face showed the sting behind the pain. Why I thought it wouldn’t hurt baffles me. I knew I’d be listening better the next time Jacob told me that your opponent comes in many shapes and sizes. I went to hand him the knife, but before he took it he placed his palm in mine and our blood become one. His hand was twice the size of mine and ten times warmer. I hadn’t noticed until then. I never asked, but often wondered what he thought when his warm flesh touched mine.
Jamous gave Jacob several different forms of direction, one being a small map carved on the handle of a sheath. It now held the blade that cut into our hands. It had to be a very important part of his clan and something that must have been hard to let go of. Jacob pulled his alabaster white bone handled from underneath his shirt and handed it to Jamous, whose mouth fell open slightly as he slid the beautiful, shiny, black blade out. It must have been his first time to see one also. Afterwards we headed back to our ship where we fed well, then sat down to create a plan to go in and do what was
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