Roana knew as soon as word reached her of Siren’s slumber that her place in the hierarchy of the castle suddenly multiplied, no-one knew how long her mistress would sleep though she believed it could possibly be for a long time.
Her instruction’s where clear, take over the persona of Sara Archangel acting as the Dutchess in all ways until either her mistress awoke or Vincent found a way of excusing the mistress’s presence. Continue reading
If Vincent could weep he would be doing so, but these days tears where nothing more than a forced bodily reaction he used to pretend to be human.
Her Lady’s had washed her, changed her and cleaned her up as best as they could considering the charred flesh that didn’t heal. For all intents and purposes a torpered Vampire resembled a dead human corpse and so much of this felt like he was saying goodbye. Continue reading
A symphony of howl’s broke the silence of the basement, echoing off the stone a warning of what was to come. “Werewolves” Vincent muttered it didn’t take a genius to know the howl’s came from more than just Lar’s and Heather. They needed to leave, they needed to leave quickly.
With the bloodied and unconscious Asha at his feet, he scooped her up and headed down the second set of stairs to where things had gone quiet. Continue reading
With little other choice but to burn to death the barrier protecting the mages came down and Hector did not need an invitation as he vaulted over a nearby table ready to greet Tarik.
His massive form towering over the smaller man he swiped out with the claws he now spouted, trading blow’s the pair fought as Siren kept careful eye out, Hector’s speed would normally be an advantage but the mage is seemed had cast a spell to hasten himself to match. Tarik was a better swordsman than she expected with the grace of a dancer it was an unusual trait in a mage. Continue reading
Siren smiled, arrogant piece of crap mage. She had him on a back foot from the start, it was typical of his kind to overestimate themselves and there own cleverness. He’d been less prepared than even she expected, the front door and wall’s where well guarded and more importantly well warded that was why she’d needed Peter.
But once the “owner” of the house had got her in thought the front door, Luscious’s well meaning protections had offered little protection and he’d lacked the time he’d normally expect to prepare for her arrival. Continue reading
Getting though the gates of the castle was easier than either Vincent or Siren had hoped, Peter’s friends where given no more a second thought then the coffin still strapped to the roof of the coach.
Leading them in side Peter opened the door to his family’s wing of the castle. Understanding Siren paused. “Vincent where are they?” she asked. Continue reading
The carriage stopped, it had travelled from early morning across Grimstead, picking up Gabriel along the way and it made the winding journey though the mountains along the tracks towards Darkfire Castle.
Coming to a halt as the sun set, Gabriel peered out of the window. “Thank you for doing this” he nodded, “I’m not sure why you are helping me take my brothers body back home back thank you” Continue reading