Fate of the Blood Moon's Path (24 page)

“Drink!” Quinn yelled, and pulled me back towards the camp.

Tonight, again, it looked like a gypsy camp. There were fires all around and bodies dancing every which way. The air tonight seemed almost full of magick, like an electric energy burning through the atmosphere. And the moon was high and bright shining down upon this camp from the top of the trees.

The drums were being beat and the fiddles being played. Seeing a scene like this, it is hard not to smile at all of these people. This family, and it was making me miss mine.

Then there he was. Kane.

It seemed as though he was walking towards me in slow motion. Dressed in dark brown leather pants and almost knee high strapped leather boots. His shirt a dark blue and half open at the top. His hair was almost long with a slight wave, and his dark brown eyes staring at me intensely.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked him, looking away from his look.

“Tell me not to.” He said back.

I didn’t.

The music slowed down in our minds as we swayed together to the beat of our own drums.

“I think the Gods sent you to me.” He whispered in my ear. His fingertips going up and down my bare arms, and it gave me chills to have him this close.

“Maybe they did, but you never know what tomorrow brings.” I added in a hushed tone. He ignored it.

His hand came up to my face, his pointer finger hooking my chin pulling my gaze towards him. His eyes were intense, with the glow of the moon in full force above us.

Our faces pushed together as if done by some unseen force. We kissed. Slow at first. Our arms wrapping around one another. My hands came up over his shoulders and holding his neck and the back of his head pushing deeper in with the kiss. It was a kiss of passion and longing.

“Yea!” Quinn’s loudness broke us apart and he got everyone to cheer at our ever so public display of affection. We laughed trying to hide our faces.

The night went on with drinking, dancing and passion.

“Huyanna?”

“Angel. My darling.”

“What are you doing here? Is everything ok?”

“I’m here to bring you home my child.”

“Why? What’s wrong? What’s happened?”

“Nothing yet. But I’m being told that you soon will be needed back home.”

“Why Huyanna?” I asked her again.

She came into the light. “The Vampyres have moved into the estate on the other side of our border. Your father and the Elders request your return, along with the other hybrids.”

This is why I can’t be happy, it’s taken away from me in an instant. Duty always calls me forth.

“Come home. Alone.” She said, enforcing the alone
part.

“Huyanna…” I started.

“Your life can’t be lived there, and your destiny does not happen there. It is here with your family, and your people. There is far too much to explain now my child, please, come home. Please. You are needed.”

“Fine. Home I come.”

She smiled and faded away into the darkness of my dreams.

I woke with a start realizing my dream wasn’t a dream, but it was a vision. Arms were wrapped around me holding me tight. Kane. His face was in my neck, and silent he slept. He had a permanent smile stuck on his face. I couldn’t do this to him. And for the third time in my life I began to cry.

The first time I ever cried, I remember, I was ten years old and my father was training me to fight with swords. His sword had cut my arm and I had tripped falling into a pile of rocks, cutting my legs up. I wept. He ran to me and held me close to his heart. I cried out in pain and in frustration. Being a hybrid, you heal fast physically, but not always mentally. He had said to me as he held me, “What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger, now get up, pick up your sword and fight back!”

The second time I cried, was eleven years old with that dream I had, where both my parents were murdered before my eyes. I woke up with a tear stained face, screaming out in heartache.

“What’s wrong?” Scarlet asked me.

“I’m going home.” I said, softly, looking up towards the tree tops. Listening to the sounds of the camp behind me.

“Going home?” She asked, “Angel…”

“I have to. I’m needed there.”

“And you know this how?” Her question had a hint of disbelief in it.

“I had a vision last night.”

“Of?”

“Home.” I stated simply.

“Well that tells a lot.”

“I don’t have to answer to you with what I do.” I paused, “It’s just really hard to explain Scarlet.”

“I understand.” She got fidgety and turned her head away.

“Scarlet…”

“I’m going to stay here with them. They’ll except me, and I have no other place to go.” She pointed towards the camp.

“Good.” I smiled. “You’ll be well taken care of here. I have no doubts in that.”

“Will we ever see each other again?” She asked me.

“Someday.” I gave her a reassuring smile. “Everything will be alright, you’re in good hands here.”

“You will be missed.” She said.

I laughed. “Oh, I doubt that.”

“What about Kane? Will you take him with you?”

“No. No, I don’t think I will.” Huyanna’s words rang out in my head,
Alone.

“Why?”

“He has his life here. I won’t take him from it.”

“Angel…”

“I’ll be going home alone Scarlet. That is all there is to it.”

“You’re leaving?” Kane snuck up behind us and joined in on our conversation.

Scarlet walked away slowly, but did not go too far.

“Yes.” I sighed.

“And you decided this when?” Braeden asked. He, too, had come over with Kane.

“Before Edinburgh.” I lied.

“Well…” Quinn came over, he looked at Kane who was leaning against a nearby tree with his arms crossed. He was staring at the ground. “We’ll all meet up again someday. Just beckon if you need us and we will be there.”

“Thank you Quinn. I will not forget that.” He hugged me. I hugged back.

“You’re well liked here. You’re welcome back anytime.” Braeden said, he hugged me as well.

“Kane…” I stood next to him now. Everyone else walked away to leave us to talk.

“You can’t just leave. Did last night not mean anything to you?”

“I have to Kane…”

“And our kiss? That meant nothing too?”

I know that I had to lie to him, and hurt him, so that I could leave. I really didn’t want to, but I wasn’t given a choice. I could tell the truth. But I wanted him to go on with his life, and not wait for me. I didn’t know what the future was going to hold for myself, or for anyone else.

“It meant nothing Kane.” I choked on the words holding back my tears.

“I see.” He stood up straight. “Well, take care.” He walked away without so much as a glance.
Damnit!

Scarlet.

22

To Breathe Again.

Present Time.

“Kane…” I turned, fast heading away from No Man’s Land and the Vampyres on the other side. Micah and Rayna followed closely behind. “Kane? What are you doing in New York?”

“I guess I could ask you the same thing Scarlet.”

Kane was always a handsome man, no doubt in that. He stood here before me looking even better than he had all those years ago since I had last seen him.

His hair was shorter and rough looking. His eyes were darker and he now had these fine lines by the corners of his eyes. His wardrobe went from all leather to blue jeans and a white tight v-neck T-shirt, and still leather type boots, under his jeans. Dressed for comfort.

“I came to see Angel.” I said.

“As did I. I was in the area for some work; I was told I could find her this way.” He looked over towards Rayna and Micah who came up behind me.

“Hasn’t it been hundreds of years?” I asked him.

“It has. And everyday she has haunted me.”

“You’re the one who let her get away from you.” I nodded then looked behind me. “This is Rayna and Micah. Angel’s friends. This is Kane.” I introduced.

“Pleasure.” He said smiling at them. They smiled back, “And where is Angel?”

“Missing.” Rayna stated with an eyebrow raised looking Kane up and down suspiciously.

“Missing?” He questioned. “What do you mean missing?”

“It’s a long story.” I said.

“I’ve got time…or you can just tell me the short version.” He crossed his arms, brow furrowed and his expression went dark.

“Um, to sum it up, her father was murdered and after grieving…” I started.

Micah finished, “She went to the Vampyres.”

I looked back at him.

He smiled at me while shrugging his shoulders. “Just summing it up.” He laughed.

“And you let her?” He raised his eyebrow in my direction as if blaming me for the sudden disappearance of his long lost beloved. “Well,” He sighed. “I bring you a gift and you lose mine.”

“What?” I asked in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

Just then, there was movement behind him and a figure showed up in the darkness. A light haired, pale skinned man came into view. He was dressed in all black and had a wide grin on his face.

“Aden!” I hushed my excitement the best that I could. I’m sure I looked like a child jumping up and down in my place where I stood.

“None other.” He smiled. But we all stood still in our spots listening to the noises around us. There would be plenty of time later for Aden and I to have our reunion.

There was a howling coming from the lakes edge and the wind started picking up. Lightning was illuminating the sky and the thunder seemed to have shaken the ground below us.

“We need to keep looking. Lets head back towards the lake. You three can have your reunion later.” Rayna said turning away starting a jog out of the woods.

“Keep looking where? We know where she is. Why can’t we just go get her?” I asked.

“If you want to die so badly then go. We’re not holding you back.” Micah said eyeing the three of them.

“Just stop!” Rayna’s growl came at us in the wind.

Kane nodded and started walking towards where Rayna had gone. The rest of us followed.

“The Six are calling.” Micah said.

“The Six?” Aden asked.

Angel.

23.

I Want the Truth!

Present Time.

“The Sins of the father are to be laid upon the children.”

-William Shakespeare

All I want to know is the truth. Who I really am. What I really am. What really happened to my father. I just want the truth about everything. Even if it’s difficult to hear, just say it to me. No more of this sugar coating crap and cryptic nonsense that I’ve been spoon fed throughout my whole life.

The lightning now lighting my way to the mansion. The grounds seemed to be shaking every time the thunder crashed up above.

After wandering in the rain, the trail I took finally brought me to the gates. The gates of the Vampyre mansion. There were two towers and a large stone wall around the perimeter. Above, all I could see there was the guards watching me. I didn’t care. I kept walking forward briskly. They opened the gates for me and let me in.

There was this part of me that honestly did not care if I was walking into some sort of trap. As long as I had gotten some answers before my death, I wouldn’t care. At least I would leave this world almost whole.

The front doors opened up.

“Angel.” Akuma’s voice sang out from inside. He stood at the top of the stairs.

“Akuma. Long time no see. How’d that wound heal?”

He scowled.

“Where is he?” I asked. Or demanded more like it.

“Where is who?” He asked.

“My so called grandfather.” I sniffed the air. “I can smell old blood.”

“My dear child…” A deep, cold, intelligent and wise voice came from the darkened doorway from behind Akuma. I took a few steps up closer towards Akuma. He stood his ground.

I looked inside and noticed a big room behind him.

“Come.” The King of Vampyres said.

Akuma led me in, though I could tell he didn’t want to. The big room I had seen from the front doors, as I entered, reminded me of a ballroom. Bright silver and gold tones were all over the room’s walls and floors. There were no paintings or sculptures anywhere to be seen. The room was, to say the least, plain. There were painted gold vines going up the silver pillars that stood all around the room. That was the only art that I could see. And the floors were marble. Easy to clean up, in case of a blood bath I suppose. I looked up at the head of the room. A high marble like chair with carvings in the back. And in it, Lazarus.

He stood looking down at me.

I came a little closer. “Lazarus.”

He may be old, but he still had the good looks of someone in his late thirties or early forties. He had short and almost curly black hair, slicked back against his head. His eyes were a bright blue, and green, almost like an abstract painting. He was very tall and had an intimidating appearance to him. He was dressed in all black with a robe of a midnight blue. Velvet. A silver chain holding the robe up, attached at his shoulders. There was silver embroidery designs on the robe, a lot like the vine design on the pillars in the room. He was wearing a medallion around his neck that hung long past his chest. No wolf teeth this time, like before all those hundreds of years ago, when I had seen him near London. On each hand he had three silver rings with stones of different colors. He moved with such grace and elegance. He never took his eyes off of me while he was standing there and I moved towards him. He sat down finally in that hard chair. A hard chair to match the man sitting in it.