most beautiful woman in the establishment.
There was something exotic about her. I mean, really exotic. She
had this otherworldly presence that I couldn't shake. It wasn't
until we were upstairs in her private room that I would learn what
made her so special. Cecilia Winters was her name."
"Cecelia was your sire?" Seth sucked in an audible
breath before waving his hand for Marc to continue.
"Yes, she was. Now, you should ask yourself how a
witch became a vampire, because it's a question I've been plagued
with for many years. Apparently, whatever the Brotherhood did to
me, allowed the vampire venom to take affect where it normally
wouldn't have with a witch. So, you see, Jaxon. I too am a Vampire
Witch, hence my name!" After seeing the blank expression on Jaxon's
face he added, "scramble the letters, and think about it."
He looked back toward Seth and Brigid then. "I went
back to the Monastery. The hunger hadn't come over me yet, and I
didn't know what I had become. I had been told of vampires before,
but I was also told they couldn't turn a witch. So, I didn't think
anything of it. When I got there, I was fine. At least until I hit
the training area, where Brother Michael had just cut himself. The
blood lust hit me like a freight train. The weight of that need
slammed into me and took over everything else. I killed Brother
Michael, drained him right there. Two other members of the
Brotherhood were there to witness, and so I killed them too. I
don't even remember their names anymore. The only witness I hadn't
been prepared for was Caleb. When I noticed him lurking in the
corner, I went for him. Not to kill him, just to explain. He seemed
to sense this. He didn't judge, didn't threaten, just took me aside
and got me away from the Monastery as fast as possible."
"So, what happened after he helped you escape?"
"He told me if we ever crossed paths again he would
kill me, because I was an abomination now." Marc smiled, "I think I
was his only moment of weakness. You have to understand, Jaxon, my
friend went on to become the leader of the Brotherhood. Caleb, the
man with the crystalline eyes, he is the one who seeks you out. You
and Caislyn."
"Why does he want us?" Jaxon asked, as she tried to
keep her voice from shaking. Keeping Marc in a talkative mood with
her powers was draining her, but she knew he had more to say, and
she wanted to make sure they got it all before Seth and Brigid had
their way with him.
"That is the problem. He can't ever be allowed to get
you. It would destroy everything. That's why I spent so long
searching. Then I had you right under my nose and I trusted the
wrong damn vampire with you!" Marc looked pointedly at Seth, who
just shrugged at him. "You see, don't you? You see why they have to
die? It would ruin everything, for everyone, if they were allowed
to live. If Caleb gets them, it will end everything!" Marc looked
emploringly to both Seth and Brigid. "Please!" He was yelling now,
"We have to kill her, and then you have to kill Caislyn too. They
must both die so that we can continue on. KILL THEM!"
Jaxon dropped her hands from Marc, and stood staring
at him. Before she could even react Seth was there with one of
Jaxon's long knives she left that she brought in her bag by the
couch. Marc's head, which was lopped off in one quick stroke,
rolled awkwardly across the floor as both Brigid and Jaxon stood
frozen in place.
***
A CHOICE
"Where have you been?" Gregore sniped at Caislyn as
she walked up to the RV. He had apparently been waiting on the
front steps for a while. Sweat was beaded up on his forehead and he
looked worn out.
"I was out in the woods," Caislyn said, choosing to
keep her answers simple so as not to anger Gregore.
"With?" He prodded.
"With what, Gregore? What exactly would you like to
know?"
"Not with what, Caislyn, with who?"
"Do we really have to do this right now? I'm tired."
Caislyn didn't even bother trying to get past Gregore into the RV.
She could see he wasn't
There was something exotic about her. I mean, really exotic. She
had this otherworldly presence that I couldn't shake. It wasn't
until we were upstairs in her private room that I would learn what
made her so special. Cecilia Winters was her name."
"Cecelia was your sire?" Seth sucked in an audible
breath before waving his hand for Marc to continue.
"Yes, she was. Now, you should ask yourself how a
witch became a vampire, because it's a question I've been plagued
with for many years. Apparently, whatever the Brotherhood did to
me, allowed the vampire venom to take affect where it normally
wouldn't have with a witch. So, you see, Jaxon. I too am a Vampire
Witch, hence my name!" After seeing the blank expression on Jaxon's
face he added, "scramble the letters, and think about it."
He looked back toward Seth and Brigid then. "I went
back to the Monastery. The hunger hadn't come over me yet, and I
didn't know what I had become. I had been told of vampires before,
but I was also told they couldn't turn a witch. So, I didn't think
anything of it. When I got there, I was fine. At least until I hit
the training area, where Brother Michael had just cut himself. The
blood lust hit me like a freight train. The weight of that need
slammed into me and took over everything else. I killed Brother
Michael, drained him right there. Two other members of the
Brotherhood were there to witness, and so I killed them too. I
don't even remember their names anymore. The only witness I hadn't
been prepared for was Caleb. When I noticed him lurking in the
corner, I went for him. Not to kill him, just to explain. He seemed
to sense this. He didn't judge, didn't threaten, just took me aside
and got me away from the Monastery as fast as possible."
"So, what happened after he helped you escape?"
"He told me if we ever crossed paths again he would
kill me, because I was an abomination now." Marc smiled, "I think I
was his only moment of weakness. You have to understand, Jaxon, my
friend went on to become the leader of the Brotherhood. Caleb, the
man with the crystalline eyes, he is the one who seeks you out. You
and Caislyn."
"Why does he want us?" Jaxon asked, as she tried to
keep her voice from shaking. Keeping Marc in a talkative mood with
her powers was draining her, but she knew he had more to say, and
she wanted to make sure they got it all before Seth and Brigid had
their way with him.
"That is the problem. He can't ever be allowed to get
you. It would destroy everything. That's why I spent so long
searching. Then I had you right under my nose and I trusted the
wrong damn vampire with you!" Marc looked pointedly at Seth, who
just shrugged at him. "You see, don't you? You see why they have to
die? It would ruin everything, for everyone, if they were allowed
to live. If Caleb gets them, it will end everything!" Marc looked
emploringly to both Seth and Brigid. "Please!" He was yelling now,
"We have to kill her, and then you have to kill Caislyn too. They
must both die so that we can continue on. KILL THEM!"
Jaxon dropped her hands from Marc, and stood staring
at him. Before she could even react Seth was there with one of
Jaxon's long knives she left that she brought in her bag by the
couch. Marc's head, which was lopped off in one quick stroke,
rolled awkwardly across the floor as both Brigid and Jaxon stood
frozen in place.
***
A CHOICE
"Where have you been?" Gregore sniped at Caislyn as
she walked up to the RV. He had apparently been waiting on the
front steps for a while. Sweat was beaded up on his forehead and he
looked worn out.
"I was out in the woods," Caislyn said, choosing to
keep her answers simple so as not to anger Gregore.
"With?" He prodded.
"With what, Gregore? What exactly would you like to
know?"
"Not with what, Caislyn, with who?"
"Do we really have to do this right now? I'm tired."
Caislyn didn't even bother trying to get past Gregore into the RV.
She could see he wasn't
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