Part 3

Shoid was carried into the hall, out hunting he had been ambushed, the wound itself was not serious, it was deep but his kind could heal themselves, except Shoid couldn't, the poison that surged through his body was unknown and killing him. The others hovered round unsure what to do, they had not seen one of their kind die in many passing’s of a full moon. Cailean paced the floor, if he dies he had no choice but to retaliate, the province would expect it. Keeping his promise to Ianu would be impossible, preventing the annihilation of his clan was more important than a Fae female.

Shoid lay in agony, the poison was attacking every cell every tissue. His breathing laboured and his body twitched and jerked.

Sorcha quietly entered the hall, she watched as her ‘family’ tried in vain to remove the poison, listened to the whispers of frustration. She felt Shiod’s last gasp; his deceased body shuddered then became still. Vega screamed with rage, her sharp fangs reflecting of the torch light. Lykaios fetching a blanket went to cover him. “WAIT!”

Turning they watched as the strange woman walked towards them, how had she got in? They surveyed the sliver skin and blood eyes with distrust. Lykaios jumped, blocking her way. “Still you fear me” His eyes flickered with recognition “Sorcha?”

Passing him she knelt beside Shoid and placed her hand on his chest. A brilliant light exploded from her consuming her and their fallen friend, bathing the dank hall in unfamiliar warmth. Lykaios watched in awe as his lifeless friend opened his mouth and inhaled deeply. The wound faded then disappeared the poison obviously drawn from his body. After what seemed like seconds the light vanished and Sorcha rose. Without a word she went back to her room.

Cailean stared at the others; they had just witnessed something amazing, something even out of the Fae’s reach, the reclaiming of life.

A party was held the following night in honour of their brethren and in thanks to Sorcha. Lykaios stood at the bottom of the stairs and waited for there guest of honour. He had not seen her since last night and he had many questions to ask, sensing someone watching him he looked up. Sorcha slowly descended the stairs her eyes never leaving his face. She knew what he wanted to know, the dozens of questions he had but she also felt something else. Lykaios felt his chest tighten his groin throb, by Erebus he wanted her. The music started and Lykaios taking Sorcha’s arm led the first dance. He stared at her, fear confusion; lust, all there and all as strong as the other. He was bewitched, her powers were controlling him giving him thoughts and feelings he would never have over a Fae. Sorcha smiled at him ‘I have no control over you, you are Vampire, we that follow the light cannot have power over obscurity’. Did he think that or had she got into his head?

‘I can be in your head, Cailean’s or Vega’s, I can be everywhere or nowhere’ What the fuck did that mean,  there was sincerity, a compassion and love in her eyes not just for him or everyone here but for all in the Realm, he sensed an inner calm a desire to bring peace, she was not capable of malice. “What are you” Sorcha laughed the sound vibrated around the hall like tiny bells ‘I am Fae, Vampire, Elf or Hellion, I can be whatever is needed’ Lykaios was loosing his temper, always known to be short it was at risk of exploding “Damn it, can you not just answer” Cailean tapped his shoulder “May I” taking Sorcha’s arm. Lykaios bowed and backed off. “I’m glad to see you are better my child even if you look a bit strange” Cailean declared “We can’t thank you enough for what you did for Shoid” Sorcha curtsied slightly “It was not his time” Cailean looked at her confused but did not ask any more, noticing the thunderous look on his brothers face he chuckled “You seem to be having an effect on Lykaios”

Faymoor rose from the ashes, the bright houses now replaced with dark wood, it would do for now plus with some added protection they where virtually invisible from the hills. The whole village set to work planting and fishing, the need for supplies was great. Nolana took Arla’s boys and brought them up as her own. Githa enjoyed helping Endor with the boats and was content. Fayna on the other hand was agitated, a need for adventure burned through his body, a compulsion to join the men to fight, to kill the one that killed their Mother. Not longer after becoming of age he announced he was going. Nolana was shocked and frightened begging him to stay but he refused. Endor agreed after all he had his Father’s blood in him too. As the rain fell Nolana hugged him tight and handing him some food begged him to stay safe and come home. After a firm hug from Endor and a long one from his young brother he headed over the hill only stopping briefly at his Mother’s marker.

Fayna joined a small group in the south and soon found himself in battle. He was quick, nimble and with an ability to think like the enemy he was beginning to acquire a name for himself. He fought hard, giving no thought to the ones he slay, kill or be killed what choice was there. After two times twelve full moons he still had not come up against the demon that killed his Mother but he knew one day they would meet.

Githa stayed in the village, his flair with wood made him a popular carpenter and the village expanded and grew with his help. He had married Ordila. Occasionally he would wander off, his mind drifted, his Mother dead, his Father probably the same, he thought of Fayna, he missed him.

Sorcha remained at the castle, Ianu waited for a sign but it never came. Whatever was to come she was not yet needed. Out on the parapet she listened to the voice, ‘soon’, Sorcha nodded as if understanding. Lykaios observed from a distance, His body burned with the need to touch, he was fighting it, by Erebus he was fighting. “If you are going to keep tabs on me you might as well do it in the open” Sorcha exclaimed. Stepping from the shadows he thought of apologising, why he had done nothing wrong? “Always so proud Lykaios, you wander the Creation with negativism a sense of guilt as if you are being punished for your existence” Grabbing her arm he swung her round and growled “I have no need to be punished” Becoming aware of their proximity he nervously stepped back.

Sorcha placed her hands on his chest “It not longer beats but that does not mean you cannot feel. You were born Vampire but you were not alone, Cailean is your brother, has your blood, Vampire blood which he accepts” Lykaios grabbed her wrists and held tight, his blood red eyes burned with anger “And I do not?” He had long accepted he was a demon born from a whore. He was abruptly aware of her touch, the heat that was spreading through his body. Looking into her eyes he searched for an answer, for a reason for his desire, he made it a point not to get close to anyone even his own brother did not know him well but she knew things that he had told no one, his most intimate feelings were open for her to read and that scared him, Fae could not read Vampire minds? Sorcha knew what he was feeling, understood his fear just as she knew he was the one, that from the first day he had felt the heat from her tiny body they were bonded.

Lykaios couldn't hold back any longer, he had to know what she felt like, what her lips tasted of. Moving closer his large hands clasped her head, his lips gently pressed down on hers unsure of his actions or her reaction. Sorcha’s arms slid round his waist, her lips met his with a passion causing him to moan, his hand moved down and grabbing her hair prevented her from escape. A mist enveloped them, the veil of colours swirled round them as if dancing in delight at their desire. Lykaios let go backing off form the ethereal light in fear “NEVER TRUST A FAE” he roared as he took to the night. Sorcha watched as the small winged creature flew high into the moonlit sky then vanished. He would come to her, it was to be. Her fingers caressed her lips still tingling from his touch, whether she liked it or not made no difference, their destiny was already written but still, his lips on hers.....

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