Vanessa's Heart: A Blue Mage Side Quest (Blue Mage Series)

by Redd, Eden

  Vanessa’s Heart

  A Blue Mage Side Quest

  Eden Redd

  Vanessa’s Heart: A Blue Mage Side Quest© copyright 2016 Eden Redd

  All Rights Reserved

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  Vanessa’s Heart is a side quest in the world of Blue Mage. If you want to experience more of the world of Blue Mage, please try the titles below.

  Blue Mage (Book One)

  Blue Mage: The Dead Heart (Book Two)

  Blue Mage: The Witch Trial (Book Three)

  Blue Mage: Dark Seduction (Book Four)

  Blue Mage Apprentice Omnibus (Books 1 through 3 Plus Bonus Story)

  One

  “This is a perfect time to rebuild this section of the city.”

  Vanessa looked up as the Lord Mayor of Stukarr stretched his arms out to the destroyed section of the city. Professor Hart was at his side, looking out at the destroyed buildings and hills of rubble. The dead woman hung back, turning and looking around. A rat scurried from one gaping hole, over a section of rubble and down another gaping hole. Vanessa wondered if the rat’s life was any easier in the ruined buildings.

  “What do you have planned, Lord Mayor?” Professor Hart asked while glancing back at the Vanessa and giving a reassuring smile.

  “This section of the city has been nothing more then abandoned buildings for a decade. Now we can rebuild and make it livable again. With the threat of war, the city will receive an influx of people looking for shelter.”

  Vanessa touched a small red brick in the street with her booted toe and turned it on its side.

  The Lord Mayor turned to the pale woman with kind eyes. “My dear Vanessa, how long do you think it will take to rebuild this section?”

  The raven-haired dead woman looked up; white streaks ran from her temples down the length of her lustrous hair. “I would say about a month.” Vanessa shuffled her feet, uninterested.

  The Lord Mayor looked to the dead woman, nodded and turned to walk in a little further. Professor Hart stepped to Vanessa, concern bleeding into his eyes. When the Lord Mayor was about thirty feet away, Professor Hart reached up with his hand and cupped a finger under Vanessa’s chin, lifting her face up slightly to meet his gaze.

  “You are doing an amazing job helping the city.” The professor said with a kind smile.

  Vanessa pulled back and looked away. Her dead heart pumped when he touched her. Even after all this time, his touch was still intoxicating. Stepping away, she pushed those feelings deep down, her heart no longer beating.

  “The dead of the city are doing the work. I’m just relaying the orders.” Vanessa hugged herself as if she was cold, which she never was anymore.

  Professor Hart moved to her but did not touch her. “The dead love you. They are doing a great service helping rebuild the city after the giant slime attack. This will work in your favor to bring good will to the city as a whole.”

  Vanessa’s mouth grimaced. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just being used until reconstruction is complete. Then they will burn me.”

  “We both know you don’t believe that. Is there something you want to talk about?”

  The dead woman turned away. “It has been difficult lately.”

  “Still adjusting to college life?”

  “You could say I’m adjusting to being myself again. When I was the Dead Mother, I spent my time plotting revenge on you and building my army. Now I’m just a messenger. I’m attending college once again like nothing happened.”

  Professor Hart wanted to reach up and touch her shoulders for comfort. Instead, he kept his hands at his sides. “You are a hero. You saved many lives from certain death.”

  Vanessa kept her back to him. “For now. There is still a prejudice against monsters and a larger one against the undead. I think once the city is rebuilt, myself and the dead of the city will be pushed back underground.”

  Professor looked up to the sky. The sun was setting and a warm glow covered the heavens. He let out a long breath.

  The professor moved closer. Vanessa felt his living warmth radiate against her cold skin. Her heart beat once and she wanted to turn around, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. The urges were there but her spirit was weak and tired.

  “Tell me what is really wrong?”

  The dead woman turned to Hart but kept her head tilted forward. “It’s Castor. I think I’m slowly starving him and I don’t know what to do.”

  “Have you spoken to Gwen about him?”

  “Not yet but I already know what she will tell me. I have to eat and drink more so he will be well fed with mana from food. I keep forgetting and he is paying the price.”

  Professor Hart nodded. “Have you both made love?”

  Vanessa kept her eyes focused on the cobbled street. “Once. It was nice and he is very patient. Gwen told me his kind are wise and understanding. He is capable of lasting a long time between feedings but I think we are going longer than usual.”

  “It sounds to me like you’re depressed.”

  “Maybe…..I don’t know.”

  Professor Hart gazed at Vanessa’s sad eyes. “We should make some time for you. Cheer you up.”

  Vanessa was silent, her eyes turning up to the handsome professor.

  “We could put a new park here for children to play.” The Lord Mayor shouted by an intersection.

  Large walls of ruined stone stabbed into the evening sky. Professor Hart and Vanessa turned to see the Lord Mayor moving his hands, pointing at spots where kids could play. A crack appeared along a wall. The breeze picked up. Professor Hart’s eyes caught the crack getting longer.

  “Lord Mayor!” the professor shouted.

  A wall tipped in the breeze, slowly moving, the crack getting longer. Another gentle breeze pushed and the wall came crashing down. The Lord Mayor barely had a chance to see it before the wall came crumbling down toward him. Professor Hart flashed forward, appearing next to the Lord Mayor. There was a faint glow and the falling wall exploded.

  Vanessa stared horrified. Dust and debris lay scattered. Running forward, she looked for any sign of them. The dust settled and Professor Hart stood over the Lord Mayor, a mana shield encircling them. The good professor helped the Lord Mayor to his feet and let the shield drop.

  “Thank you.” The Lord Mayor said with relief in his eyes.

  The ground trembled. All three turned to see another wall buckling. The vibrations shook the ground, weakening the ruined buildings further. Several walls came crashing down. Vanessa turned her head to a shadow. A wall tilted, falling toward her. Mist flared from her right shoulder blade. The streaming mist changed form halfway between Vanessa and the falling wall.

  The dead woman stared as her familiar appeared from the mist. Large furry butterfly wings flapped. A T-shaped muscular body flew toward the wall with large spindly hands reaching out. Fuzzy antenna twitched and glowing, red eyes stared unblinking. A light layer of fur covered his black and gray body. The moth man caught the falling wall in his hands and flapped his wings furiously. It wasn’t enough to stop it but it slowed its descent.

  Professor Hart made several hands signals, his mana flaring to life. All stone in the area stopped moving. The moth man let go of the wall and dived down to his mistress. Arms taking hold of her, he lifted her up and jumped into the sky away from the shadow of the crumbling wall.

  Professor Hart whispered an arcane word. The falling walls all changed direction, falling the opposite way. The crashing and rumbling shook the area before it settled down. The moth man floated
down and gently let his mistress’ booted feet touch the ground.

  “Is everyone okay?” asked the professor.

  “I’m fine. Thank you.” The Lord Mayor dusted himself off.

  “We are fine.” Vanessa said, her eyes looking up to her familiar’s glowing eyes.

  “We should leave before anything else shakes loose.” Professor Hart said as he surveyed the area.

  Everyone nodded in agreement and began walking with a bit of haste in their step.

  An hour later, Vanessa found herself wandering the streets. She had said her goodbyes to Professor Hart and the Lord Mayor as they headed to a bar to discuss plans. The dead woman thought to go home but the emptiness of being there would only make her gloom thicker. She disliked that she was given a house on campus. The Headmaster and Headmistress said it was for her benefit so she may have time to adjust. Vanessa knew the real reason was to have a place to keep an eye on her and separate her from the other students. Not that any would room with her if she was in a dormitory. Before the giant slime attack, students went out of their way to avoid her. She tried to let it roll off her shoulders but the sting was still there, boring into her dead heart.

  Street lamps lit up the cobbled streets. The dead woman continued to walk and thoughts floated to Professor Hart. Her heart beating in her chest, she still felt butterflies in her stomach when he was around. She remembered their times together. How they talked all night and made love for hours on end. It was a magical time, but with the pleasant memories came the painful ones. Vanessa stared at the sidewalk as she walked along. Foolish and sad memories crept into her undead mind. She had hung herself because if she couldn’t have him then she didn’t want anyone else. How her heart beat only for him. A sad smirk appeared on Vanessa’s black lips. Even dead, her heart seemed to still beat for him.

  Looking up, stars twinkled in the vastness of night. The undead woman’s shoulders sagged and she turned to walk home. She had no other place to go and she had a full day tomorrow of helping with the reconstruction. When she reached campus, mist rolled off her shoulder blade. Castor appeared and walked alongside his mistress. Hand reaching out, he took her hand into his as they strolled.

  “I’m sorry I haven’t been a good mistress to you.” Vanessa said without looking at him.

  The moth man squeezed her hand a little.

  Vanessa looked up to her familiar. Glowing red eyes looked down with an understanding kindness. Unspoken thoughts passed between them and Vanessa felt her gloom grow thicker.

  “I know you’re hungry. We can try again.” Vanessa said in a low tone.

  The familiar continued to hold her hand as they reached their home. The house was a single floor home. A small grassy lawn covered each side of the stone path to the front door. Vanessa and her familiar walked to the door, opened it and stepped inside.

  Closing the door behind her, Vanessa looked to her familiar. “You were so brave.”

  The moth man smiled. Vanessa thought he was incredibly handsome even with the glowing red eyes. His face looked like a man’s face with a strong chin and noble nose. Eyes were a bit roundish but she found them cute. A loincloth was the only bit of clothing he wore.

  Anxiety crawled along the dead woman’s nerves. She hated how she felt. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be with him. It was more that she didn’t want to be with anyone. The depression wormed its way deeper into her heart, making the simple things, like feeding her familiar all that much harder.

  Castor took his mistress’ hand and pulled her to the living room. Gently sitting her down, he stood up and walked toward the kitchen. Vanessa leaned her head back into the comfortable couch, eyes staring at the ceiling. Trying to push away how she felt and focus on her familiar, she let out a long sigh. Pale fingers moved to her boots and she pulled one off.

  The moth man walked back into the room, flexing his wings and carrying a full wine glass in each hand. Vanessa gave him a small smile, taking a wine glass in her hand.

  “You are a wise one.” Vanessa tried to keep it light.

  Castor smiled and kneeled before his mistress. They toasted and took a sip. Vanessa could taste the mana infused wine as it flowed over her tongue and down her throat. The dead mistress watched her familiar drink his wine. She knew the wine was only a drop in the bucket and would barely satisfy him. Mages and their familiars fed through connection. He was so weak that if she cast a few spells, he would return to her skin unconscious, unable to reform until he leeched enough mana from her to come back. She could eat to feed him passively but there was no hunger or thirst driving her. The world had become gray as she slipped further into the gloom.

  Castor put down his wine glass on the coffee table. Standing up, long fingers touched Vanessa’s shoulders. The undead woman turned in her seat. The moth man sat next to her, hands caressing her shoulders. The familiar’s warm hands helped ease her dead muscles.

  Vanessa tried to relax but anxiety to feed her familiar was overwhelming. Her hand reached up and stopped his. “We should try another time.” She whispered.

  Castor pulled his hands back. Vanessa didn’t look at him but knew he was disappointed. The moth man turned to mist and returned to her skin. The dead woman drank from her glass of wine, sitting back and staring at Castor’s wine glass on the table. Feeling terrible, she finished her glass in hopes it would help to feed him a little. This was turning into a crisis. She had to do something or her familiar would continue to starve.

  Thoughts flowed to the ink witch, Gwen. Vanessa picked up Castor’s wine glass and sipped it. Silently she decided she had to see the witch tomorrow. It was her last chance to figure out what she needed to do to help keep her familiar happy. Drinking down the second glass, Vanessa stared at the coffee table, thoughts turning to her life and the thickening gloom.

  Two

  The door chimed as Vanessa walked into the Ink Witch shop. The undead woman noticed the place hadn’t fully recovered from the slime attack. The main counter had a large crack in it. The glass window to the shop was cracked and a few shards lay scattered on the floor. Dust covered the shelves and some books lay on the floor. From behind a beaded curtain, Gwen stepped out, her witch hat in her hand and a lost look in her eyes.

  “Gwen?” Vanessa said as she stepped forward.

  “Morning Vanessa, how can I help you today?” The witch said automatically as if rehearsed.

  “I wanted to see you today but……are you okay?”

  Gwen closed her eyes as if to regain her true self. Opening them, she looked to the pale dead woman. “I’m sorry. As you can see, the shop is still recovering. How can I help you?”

  Vanessa could see the lost confusion in the witch’s eyes. “Do you need some company?”

  Gwen let out a long exhale. “That sounds nice. I’ll make some tea.”

  A short time later, Gwen came out with a tray carrying a teakettle and two teacups. Setting down at a small table, both women pulled up chairs and sat down. Vanessa was silent as she observed the ink witch. Hands moved robotically, pouring tea into each cup. Gwen put a lump of sugar in her cup and offered the dead woman.

  “Please.” Vanessa said softly.

  The two women sat and sipped their tea. Vanessa eyed the witch. Gwen sipped her tea but stared off at nothing. The silence was deafening and Vanessa needed to say something.

  “It seems we are all recovering from the slime attack.” Vanessa took another sip.

  Gwen blinked and her eyes focused. Looking to Vanessa, she put her teacup down. “I’m sorry I’m so scattered right now. The recent events have made me question a lot of things.”

  Vanessa nodded, knowing how she felt.

  Gwen continued. “Have you ever questioned what your heart wanted, even if it may be the wrong choice?”

  “There is a lot of that going on. That is why I’m here.”

  Gwen’s eyes widened a little. “I’m so sorry. Here I am talking about matters of the heart when I should be helping you.”

 
; Vanessa gave a small sad smile. “It’s okay. I just needed to talk about a problem I have encountered with my familiar. It can wait if you want to talk about your heart.”

  Gwen shook her head. “Perhaps later, but now, I would be more than happy to help with your familiar. What seems to be the problem?”

  Vanessa let her story unfold. She informed Gwen of the lack of feedings and her being unable to get into the mood. How Castor has been patient but he was getting weaker and weaker. Gwen listened to every word, eyes and ears locked on Vanessa. The dead woman’s eyes glistened as she spoke. When she finished, Gwen reached over and took hold of her hands.

  “What you are experiencing is normal. Even mages with long relationships with their familiars can fall into this pit. But like any relationship, you must work through it for both of your sakes.”

  Vanessa nodded with wet eyes.

  Gwen continued. “May I ask a few questions?”

  “Please.” Vanessa said as her eyes dried.

  “When was the last time you were intimate?”

  Vanessa’s eyes peered down to her teacup. “Once with Castor, a few months ago. Before that, I was still alive.”

  “When you were with Castor, how did it feel?”

  “Forced, there wasn’t a lack of trying from Castor. I’m afraid I was the one who couldn’t get into it.”

  Gwen squeezed the dead woman’s hands. “You are a special circumstance but it is not unheard of. Even the undead can produce mana but it is slower and less powerful then living mana. If you do not supplement with raw meat and mana infused drinks, then you will fall into deep sleep. The dead can sleep for years before waking again. We inked Castor into your skin because his kind can do the same.”

  “I lost one familiar when I died. I don’t want to lose Castor as well.”

  “You won’t but as long as you are up and living your life as it were, he will need to feed. If you fall into a deep sleep, he will as well.”

  “I can’t fall into a deep sleep. I still have to right all the wrongs I committed. What should I do?”