by Sela Croft
“You will need to feed,” Draven said. “I’m depleted too, from giving you so much blood. You’ll be all right for now, having just filled up. But I’ll see to your feeding, as soon as we’re home.”
I liked the sound of home but feeding not so much. I’d deal with that when I had to. Still on a high from my newfound power, I pushed my concerns aside. All would work out, I was certain. Vampires had been around for centuries, so I was sure Lumea had that cared for.
The group had seen us coming, so was preparing to go. Draven made the introductions. “This is Mirela,” he said with his arm around me.
“I’m grateful to all of you for aiding in my rescue.” I noted by their expressions that a thank you hadn’t been expected.
Draven nodded toward the first in line. “This is Jon, a loyal fighter in my regimen.”
I looked at a tall vampire with thick, dark hair. He had bronze eyes and a thick scar across his left cheek. I would have thought him intimidating, if he hadn’t been Draven’s soldier.
I offered my hand, and Jon took it then bowed. He seemed caught off guard. I was definitely going to have to learn the manners of this kingdom, as mine seemed out of place.
A stocky, muscular vampire with yellow-green eyes stepped forward. He appeared strong yet studious, if there was such a trait in vampires.
“This is Spence, the most skilled technician you’ll meet.” The vampire bowed, then Draven looked at the next one. “And this is Quin, my second-in-command.”
I stared into the eyes of a lean, athletic-looking vampire, with golden-brown hair. His gunmetal eyes had flecks of purple, which intrigued me. I sensed that he would risk all for his friends, but that a person dared not cross him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Quin.”
The vampire nodded then turned to Draven. “The horses are rested and ready to mount.”
Draven guided me to a sleek black horse. He got on first, then helped me to sit behind him. When the horse began to move, I wrapped my arms around Draven’s waist and pressed my cheek against his back. The horse was surefooted, so I was at ease riding him.
The comrades I’d met stayed close, and the army faction formed a perimeter around us for protection. I hadn’t asked how far we had to go, afraid that I might be in for another long journey. But the way Draven had spoken of it, there was every reason to think that the trip wouldn’t be unbearable.
He’d talked about feeding soon, which was available in his castle city. I looked forward to seeing the coastal region where he lived. During the ride, I enjoyed the scenery. Trees were sparse once we left the lake area. There were no vines or soggy moss, which suited me fine.
The open plains were a welcome sight. In every direction, there was space that seemed to on forever. The stars overhead blanketed the sky, and the ever-present moon illuminated the way. A sense of freedom filled my heart, and I gazed with pleasure at the landscape.
It felt good to have my arms around Draven’s strong body, and to see his dark hair blow in the wind. He was handsome and virile. Yet he remained mysterious to me. There was so much I didn’t know about him. He’d told me so little of his life, and even less of his past.
That would change, because I’d have the opportunity to talk to him at length. There would be no more secrets; I’d make sure of that. The bond between us touched my heart, and I hugged him closer. Longing filled my body, making me crave him even more than before.
I wondered what loving would be like as a vampire. At least we’d be on equal terms. Having experienced my recent strength, it made sense why Draven might have been careful with me before. As a human, I’d been extremely fragile, compared to my vampire form.
I watched as the terrain changed. The air turned cooler, and the rocky plains became grassy. The blades of grass waved in the wind as the horses galloped by. There were rolling hills in the distance and a clear stretch of grass ahead.
I breathed in the fresh air, enjoying the outdoors. Nature had been my solace, even in this realm. The rainforest had been the exception, due to its frightening supernatural elements. It was good to see that not all of Lumea was like that.
After a while, I spotted the ocean, so sat taller to get a better view. The scene was stunning. Not far off was a curving shoreline with waves rolling in. Beyond that were rocky outcroppings then craggy mountains. Atop a huge area, a city appeared.
The buildings were white stone with clay rooftops. They were built on the hillside, the city gradually sloping down to the water. There was a huge fortress with golden domes rising above the walls. It took my breath away.
Quin led the way, and soldiers opened the gates for us. I’d arrived at Draven’s castle city. It was bustling with activity. A steward helped me off, then Draven slid down and gave instructions for the horses and men. After seeing to his army, he took my hand.
“I’ll see that you have everything you need,” he said, then motioned for a servant. A woman strode over, anxious to be of service. “Mirela is my guest. See that she is well cared for.” He released me. “Relax and recuperate. I’ll find you later.”
That sounded good, so I followed the servant, who introduced herself as Kerrie. She was cordial and talked with me a bit, telling me about the things I saw as we walked. Once inside, I followed her down a hall then upstairs.
Draven’s castle was elaborate with paintings, velvet drapes, vases, and so much more. I wondered if he’d decorated it, but it was more likely that he’d had help. At the end of a long hallway, Kerrie opened the door to a bedchamber.
I stood in the doorway, taking it in. The place was suited for royalty. The wooden ceiling was carved with an artistic design. Deep cuts radiated from a central hub like spokes in a wheel. The representation reminded me of the sun’s rays.
The bed was on a raised, circular platform of polished marble. Huge windows opened out to a private terrace. The rest of the room had plush red carpet over the stone floors. The walls glittered with golden hues, and the whole effect was finished with oil paintings in gilded frames.
“You’re certain this is the room Draven meant?”
Kerrie smiled. “Oh yes, ma’am. You are his guest.” Then she frowned. “Will this do? Should I ask for something more to your liking?”
“Oh, heavens no.” I stepped over to the stairs to the bed. “This is a room for a queen. I couldn’t ask for anything more agreeable.”
The bed looked so inviting. Even though I wasn’t sleepy, I went up the steps then flopped onto the huge bed. As I suspected, it was soft as a cloud. “It’s been so long since I’ve felt anything this pleasant.”
“Shall I run your bath, ma’am?”
“Please do,” I said. “And I’ll need help with my hair. I’m a mess.”
The luxurious quarters did much to revive my spirits. I could wash off the long journey and settle my mind. I was a vampire, but still a woman. And the perfumed soaps and fragrant oils were just the thing to make me feel feminine again.
When I’d finished soaking in the tub, Kerrie assisted me to dress. There was a variety of garments in the closet, in a selection of sizes. It was quite the guest room, ready to accommodate whomever dropped by. She chose an ivory dress with rose-colored lace that suited me well.
And after the good washing with rose-scented shampoo, Kerrie managed to brush out my hair and tie it back in a satin ribbon. When I looked in the mirror, I hardly recognized myself—especially the glowing eyes. That was something I’d have to get used to.
After I’d had plenty of time to get ready, Draven knocked at the door. Kerrie opened it, and he stared at me, his blue eyes gleaming. “You…are gorgeous.” He took my hand. “Let me feed you.”
I balked but didn’t say anything. “Have you…eaten?”
“Yes, I imbibed while you were dressing.” Draven stopped and turned to face me. “I realize human feeding is going to take some getting used to. So I’ve arranged for an interim solution.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“There is a comfortable sit
ting room where we can visit. A servant will bring drinks, blood for you in a crystal glass,” Draven said. “It’s not the preferred method, but we bottle blood for certain occasions. I think you’ll find that a good first step.”
I was relieved. “I appreciate that. It will be better, I’m sure.” I was sure my vampire nature would take over and feeding properly wouldn’t be an option. For a bit longer, I could delay.
Draven took me to a lavishly decorated room and motioned for me to sit in a padded chair by the window. “I’ll show you around, once you’re refreshed. There’s quite a lot to see in the city.”
I settled in my chair and accepted the drink from the waiter. Taking a sip, I decided that it was pretty good. It hadn’t taken any time at all for me to acquire a taste for blood. I drank half, then the waiter refilled my glass.
“I’ll instruct you in your vampire powers,” Draven said. “You’ll need to know what you’re capable of.”
“That makes sense.” I gulped more blood. “I wouldn’t want to have any nasty surprises.”
For a while, we talked, and I shared much of what had transpired. It was a long tale to tell, so I only touched on the highlights. I described Lily and my fondness for her. Then I told Draven how I’d fooled Iris to obtain the passkey and how Jason had valiantly offered his help.
Speaking of Jason saddened me, but it was good to share the loss. Draven seemed to understand, and offered words of gratitude for the human’s bravery. It wouldn’t be for naught. I’d made it to safety and would do all I could to make things right.
Draven gave me insight into his kingdom. His mention of war wasn’t surprising. Iris had taken great pains to tell me of the disputes and had described the different factions. “It’s a struggle for power, as most wars are,” Draven said. “But it’s also a battle of principles.”
“What do you mean, exactly?”
“The old regime, the ancients who’ve ruled Lumea for centuries are death-mongers. Those that rule refuse to embrace change.” Draven looked at me. “My Guardians of Immortality take a more progressive view. We represent the protection of the immortals, as well as immortality itself.”
“And the Dark Fighters are against any principle except gaining control for themselves,” I said.
“You have learned a lot. But it’s the Royal Army I fear more than Silvain’s troops.” Draven gazed out the window. “The fight is death versus immortality. Each side has strong convictions.” He looked back at me. “It’s a war that must be won, for all…including the human realm. I refuse to allow death’s servants to win.”
Chapter 17 – Mirela
Draven’s eyes glowed and his jaw tightened. His convictions were clear. He’d formed the Guardians for the benefit of all, to protect immortality from the ravages of death. It was an admirable purpose, one I supported.
“I swear my loyalty to your cause,” I said.
“But you know so little of it,” Draven said. “I would not place any demands on you so soon.”
“What is there to know?” I set my glass on the table and went to Draven. I kneeled before him and put my hands on his knees. “I’ve already encountered evil, creatures that promised certain death. I didn’t like it a bit. And I thought no better of Silvain and his fighters.”
“It’s true that there are many arguments in favor of our aims.” Draven ran his fingertips along my jaw, then lifted my chin. “Your pure heart should not have to be mired in this fight against darkness.”
“If my heart is so pure…that is exactly where I should be.” I wrapped my hand around Draven’s wrist then kissed his open palm. “I belong by your side. And I’m committed to do what’s right. I don’t expect it to be pleasant. But then, fighting for something you believe in usually isn’t.”
“You speak with much wisdom. I’ll be cautious about misjudging you.” Draven gave me a tiny smile, then he pulled me onto his lap. “For now, I want to enjoy your company. I’ve had too little of it of late.”
I wrapped my arms around Draven’s neck then leaned close for a kiss. Despite my strength, he was stronger, and his muscled body felt good against mine. There was no need for carefulness anymore; Draven’s caresses could be as passion-filled as he liked. In my new state, I wasn’t going to break.
My mouth touched Draven’s, and he pressed in for a deep kiss. His soft lips touched mine, and I moaned softly. It seemed so long since we’d been close. Being apart had been torture, and my heart swelled with relief that it was over.
The kiss was long, deep, and hard, consuming me with need. When I pulled back, Draven’s eyes were on fire for me. My body reacted, and I craved him with soul-deep longing. I ran my hand through his shaggy hair, letting the silky strands sift through my fingers.
In a soft voice, Draven said, “Are you ready for that tour I promised?”
I nodded, but I was ready for much more than that. I was sure it would come, as Draven’s dreamy expression revealed his desire. With his arm around my waist, he showed me out of the sitting room and into a wide hallway.
It felt as though I was walking on clouds. Draven was by my side, and I was safe. I’d arrived at last. Although I knew full well that the reunion was but a stepping stone to our ultimate goal, I embraced the joy, confident that together we could conquer all.
“You’ll meet my sister Calina in a bit,” Draven said. “She knows of your arrival but is giving us time alone.”
“That’s kind of your sister. I look forward to meeting her.”
Draven took the stairs to the ramparts. From up high, I could see much of the castle city. It was huge, composed of many stone structures around a center courtyard. There were pathways winding between buildings, and people of all sorts bustled about.
I noticed that many below were human. Those I saw looked healthy enough, and not unhappy with their tasks. Yet what choice did they have? It was unsettling to realize that I’d become part of the vampire race. I hadn’t lost my human sensibilities, yet I wondered if I would.
There were soldiers in various parts of the city, guarding the inhabitants. And others monitored the castle walls. As we strolled down one path, I spotted an army division in training. The city was lovely, productive, and relatively peaceful.
Yet I had no doubt it was an illusion. Just like when I’d stayed at Silvain’s castle. All was not as it seemed. With the kingdom at war, trouble could erupt without warning. It was good to know the Guardians were prepared. I looked for Draven’s comrades but didn’t see them. Likely, they were tending to other tasks.
Draven took me upstairs to a walkway as wide as a courtyard. The flooring was red clay tile, and the railings were carved wood. The roof was supported beneath columns with ornate designs at the top that flowed into arches.
I stepped to the edge to look out. The scene was like one of the paintings Draven had on his walls. Just beyond was the blue ocean. Seagulls swooped and darted about, and puffy clouds drifted past the stars. Buildings outside the city dotted the rocky cliff that sloped down to the water.
A light wind disturbed the water’s surface, creating whitecaps as the waves rolled in. The ocean waves crashed against the rocky cliffs, and moonlight shone brightly on the scene. “It’s beautiful here.”
Draven stood next to me. “I enjoy the coast and prefer being near the water.” He took my hand. “I’m pleased that you like it.”
I probably shouldn’t ask but couldn’t help it. “But you haven’t shown me everything, have you?”
Draven furrowed his brow. “You’re referring to something in particular?”
“I’ve seen peace and tranquility, enough to understand your fondness for your region,” I said. “But lower down, in the dungeons or wherever you keep them…are the blood slaves.”
“You will see them soon enough. The urge to feed will get the better of you,” Draven said. “It’s nature, so cannot be ignored.”
Regret formed a knot in my stomach. Had I done the right thing after all? I’d abandoned my own kind in my effor
t to defy death. I’d been human, and the man I loved might well have put me to use, as he did those who remained hidden.
There was so much I didn’t understand. But I vowed not to abandon the human race. Yet could I hold true to that promise as an immortal? I wasn’t sure if my human qualities would fade away, so gradually I might not notice. I found reassurance in the fact that Draven wasn’t heartless.
As much as Draven would have me believe that he was born of darkness and capable of evil, I’d seen good in him. That gave me faith, and the courage to go on. I dropped the subject of human suffering for right then. There would be time later to see what could be done.
“The shore looks welcoming,” Draven said. “Stand there with me.” But instead of leading me down the stairs, he levitated and prepared to go over the railing.
The playful look in Draven’s eyes made me smile. “You believe I can do that?”
“I know that you can. You just have to try it.” I hesitated, so Draven held out his hand. “Here…we’ll do it together. All you have to do it intend to stand by the shore.”
When I reached for his hand, I levitated to his height, then zoomed through the air with him. I thought of standing on the shore, and I lowered to the sand. Draven had been right—my vampire skills worked. I wondered what else I could do.
Draven ran down the beach, so I chased him. He was lightning fast but could not get away from me. Running at that speed was quite a thrill. Laughing, not even out of breath, I said, “With a little practice, you won’t be able to keep up with me.”
When Draven lifted me off my feet like I was a feather, it made me giggle. “Now you try,” he said.
I looked him over, all six feet of him, assessing how much he weighed with all that muscle. “You’re afraid I can’t do it, aren’t you?”
Draven grinned. “Not at all.”
I put my hands at his waist and, without effort, lifted him off the ground. Then I set him down again. “That’s a skill that could come in handy.”
“We know you have superhuman speed and strength,” Draven said. “What else can you do?”