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The Kethanes: Fire; A broken witch and a strange vampire
Topic Started: Oct 18 2011, 07:49 PM (1,341 Views)
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Alright so maybe a small intro into the Story:

Kailen, a witch, is running away from the only city she has very known her whole life: Ethowine. And in doing so she lands herself into a clan of vampires. Her only way out is to trust one of them.
Edited by Luna Kage, Nov 23 2011, 07:33 PM.
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Chapter 1

Ethowine, the city of witches as it was called, was hidden deep within the country that was engulfed in trees. Yet it wasn’t that hard to find. All roads lead to that city since it was the only real on within the frozen country. Behind the grand white walls laid the city that everyone wished to be a part of; the city that was safe from anything and everything that goes bump in the night. Along the grand white walls, at the top and at the gates, were trained witches that kept its people safe from blood thirsty vampires and crazed werewolves. Every type of witch was along this icon of hope. Not even the river that runs through the middle of the city was unguarded.
The homes inside were kept in order and were fixed when needed to ensure the beauty and tranquility it happened to offer its people living there. Every family could sleep in comfort knowing that nothing could come within their walls and harm them. It was like a sanctuary for those trying to have a better life than being in constant fear on the outside.
However the prize of the whole city, of the whole country in fact, was The School. Its marble wall captured the sun’s setting colors and morning colors against it in such aw. The staircase carved out of granite leading to a golden archway before entering the castle like home where every witch that was training, and some finished, was beyond words. Everything within this dream like place slept in complete slumber and peace.
That of course didn’t include the one set of footsteps that belonged to Kailen Driee Carter. She might have been the soul person to break this tranquil slumber of the whole school. It was roughly about an hour before dawn, yet no one was up; save for Kailen. Her footsteps eerily echoed the hushed hallways as she quickly made her way to the grand archway and the marble gate separating The School from the rest of the people.
Her eyes caught herself in a mirror. What was staring back at her was her own reflection. Her long brown hair was to about the middle of her back. Her skin was a tanned color that looked even more so thanks to the pure white dress that couldn’t keep a bear warm in the winters here that she and the others were forced to wear. Her height would suggest she was about fourteen or even twelve, yet she was short compared to everyone here and her true age was sixteen. Yet the thing that made her stand out the most, besides her height and her skin not being paler, were her eyes.
Her eyes were a misty blue and so clear unlike the browns that this whole country had. Many people tended to notice them right away if they had never met her before. Kailen was told that if she glanced at you it would be as if her eyes themselves were staring into the soul of the one she caught. It was true that she could tell a person by the way their eyes looked, if they were good or bad; but nothing as deep as the soul of a person. That was impossible! No one could just look straight into your soul or do some weird thing to do anything close to that.
The sound of heavy footsteps sounded down the hall that Kailen was standing in, pulling her back into the reality of what it was she trying to do. With no time to think she had to find a hiding spot where she wouldn’t have been found, somewhere no one would expect to see her; and behind a tapestry was not going to work. Thankfully there was a suit of armor belonging to some unknown person in the past that The School looked up to immensely. And just in time too, there were voices tagging alone with the steps, and one of them was owned by none other than Ressen; the one witch at The School she went out of her way to avoid. And knowing this she almost wanted to just leave once more and suddenly get away from him, however; she wanted to know what it was they were talking about in this early hour.
“And of the young girl?” Ressen’s voice asked when it was clear enough to hear. “What do you posse Headmaster?”
The Headmaster, a very talented fire witch, stayed silent for a moment and stopped just in front of Kailen’s hiding spot. His honey brown eyes looked lost in thought as his old hand rested on his chin covered in a white mane. And it wasn’t too much longer that he answered the question either.
“Yes…Miss Carter is someone we need to be keeping an eye on,” the Headmaster said. “She has tried to escape from here two times in the last week. I do not understand why she does this when she has someone who will try to help her in her own training.”
Ressen let out an almost evil little sigh as you could say. “Well what much can Lord Neven teach her? He is a smoke witch and she…is her.”
The Headmaster waved his hand and started to continue to walk away from where Kailen was hiding, his voice getting fainter. “Yes well she will not be our headache much longer…”
Kailen waited another moment before walking out from behind the armor. The two were walking the way she had just come from, meaning she had to hurry up and quickly get out of The School before they realized that she had ducked out of here. Thankfully she had mapped out the quickest way there from her room to the front doors, to the golden arch. She wasn’t going to get caught again; no not this time and never again.
With haste she raced through the winding halls and passed all the ‘guards’ lurking around until she made it to the golden arch that everyone knew was the main way in and out, unless they flew in. And once you passed this check point you had to run your butt off to the gate where there really were guards stationed there and made sure you had a good reason on getting out. There wasn’t any way in or out other than that once you got here. And this was the part she was stuck at.
It wasn’t like anything was just going to show her a way in or out of this place. The white walls here were guarded by a witch or two with only one way out; through those two witches. But what Kailen didn’t expect to find was the fact that there was a smallish boy at the wall near the golden arch she was by, and by her luck there was a small hole where he was sitting in.
The boy seemed to have blond hair that was almost white. His eyes, when he looked at her, was a cloudy blue, not the vampire sky blue of the Henso clan that she had heard rumors of; but a different sort of blue that were just a stunning. His skin was of the same paleness that everyone seemed to share here. And his smile; it was almost perfect and stunning. That was the only way she could think of it was just so…perfect.
And just like that he was crawling out again, showing her that she could get out that way. He wasn’t from The School; he didn’t have the male’s white clothing on that was just as cold in The School as the white dresses. No it seemed like he was ready for an adventure of some kind. And Kailen wasn’t going to let this little golden opportunity slip away. It seemed like this was her only chance to get out of here, and she took it.
She got on her hands and knees and glanced out through this hole. No one. Not even the kid that was just here a moment ago. It was smallish and when Kailen went through this kid sized hole her white dress, that couldn’t keep a dog warm, started to rip and tear at the bottom and on her backside.
Still making sure no one was following her and no one was on the other side of the wall Kailen peeked around to find the kid hiding behind a wall and smiling at her. And once his smile widened, showing that he saw her looking at him, the blond boy disappeared behind the wall. Was he asking her to follow him still? Kailen didn’t have anything to lose. After all he got her out of the courtyard so what was following a strange kid through the streets of Ethowine right before dawn?
It wasn’t much of a question for her. That way was more than likely the only way to get to the main gate to get out of the city without getting caught. So she put her last chance in the hands of a kid that could or could not be helping her. And when she got there Kailen noticed that this was an alleyway and every alleyway had a problem of either turning out really badly or a great way to get through to the place she really needed to get to. She only hoped it was the later of the two.
This boy seemed to be dragging her along through the craziest of places. The alley had then turned out that Kailen had to weave in and out of tighter and tighter spaces for what seemed like twenty minutes before she managed to squeeze through the last possible human sized crack in the enclosing alley. And where she ended up was just before the main gate of the city. How she could get here so quickly she didn’t know. People told her it was about an hour on foot through the streets from the top of the hill to the bottom, give or take depending on how busy the streets are.
Kailen glanced over and saw the little boy standing next to a horse just behind a wall before the gate. He smiled at Kailen with his perfect little smile as he petted the horse, calming it so she thought. And with a small motion of his head, she walked over to him one last time and took the reins from his hands.
She was about to say something when he put a finger to his own lips, stopping Kailen from talking. His blue eyes quickly glanced to the saddle pouch before running off again. Leaving Kailen with the horse and wondering what to do about getting out. However the nagging sensation of wanting to know what was in that saddle pouch over took her.
Kailen dug her hand in there to find a piece of blank paper. She had a puzzled look on her face as she stared at it. Remember what they taught you Kailen…even the best illusion is the ones that can’t be seen. And for you, you suck at even seeing them. It could have been a simple illusion that she couldn’t see, or maybe it was for someone else’s eyes.
She nodded at herself and replaced the paper where it belonged and climbed up on the horse, making sure not to make a sound in doing so. Kailen glanced down at herself and sighed. The pure white dress had turned a tad bit duller and tattered, and more so at the bottom. Her left sleeve had a small little rip at the seam, but nothing to give her away. And with nothing else to lose but the battle itself, she gently kicked the horse and pulled the reins towards the main gate of the white walls of Ethowine.
And what wondrous of a wall it was. Kailen couldn’t remember the first time she had gotten this close before. Ever since she was little Kailen was always in that school looking down at the white wall with waiting eyes. The ones who got passed them were to have great adventurous life. As a kid she never really knew what was going to happen beyond them, however; there were the stories that she and everyone else was told. The ones about the killer werewolves that enjoyed hunting you down and about changelings who could turn into any form it wishes and leads you astray and ever get you to do crimes without knowing it. But nothing was more frightening then the Radjá vampires.
The vampires with red eyes that glowed at night and jet black hair that blended in with the dark itself. Their speed is even greater than a werewolf and sense of smell for the blood they are hunting down never misses its mark. The town’s people that had come back had said things that they hunt in parties and take whatever they can, even the life of a human child if they wish. These vampires were unmatched even to their sister clan the Henso clan. It was by far the most horrid thing out there beyond the safe walls of Ethowine.
The guards, also witches from The School, had stopped Kailen and her horse just in front to the gate doors, pulling her out of the little dream like state she was in. There were about three fully trained witches at this moment. Since during the day and very early morning times like this when vampires have to be running from the coming day, they really didn’t need more than two or three. However you could tell they knew that she was from The School. Maybe she looked like a street kid, but the once white dress was unmistakable.
The guy who was standing in front of her looked her up and down with his dark brown eyes, hinting that he knew what she was doing. This made Kailen get nervous to even speak in fear that her voice was going to give away her secret for good and she was going to be shipped back up to the top of the hill to The School for a few more hours before the greatest evil came for her; Lord Neven.
He was a great Smoke witch and very well known in The School and also very respected. Neven was head of the Witch Hunters and only the second most powerful person in the whole country, save the Headmaster of course. Kailen could see through his lies. She could tell that he was up to something that she didn’t want to be a part of. Even at the mention of his name brings shivers down her spine and makes her stomach do back flips. This was someone that she never wanted to be around.
“We have been told not to let anyone out this mornin’ due to the arrival of Lord Neven,” the male witch that had stopped her said, making Kailen sick to her stomach. “Now unless you have something to change our minds and let a little girl like you out into the vast evil of the endless forest of this country, I will have to ask you to head back up to The School. And if you say no, we won’t hesitate to help you up there.”
Kailen sat quietly for a moment. What else was she going to do? There was the paper she could use. But what if it really was just a stupid blank piece of paper in a random horse saddle bag that she just happened to find? No it couldn’t be that! Sure she was following a boy that seemed to be a gift from the skies and chased him to the horse with the random piece of paper, so that had to mean something.
Kailen shoved her hand into the saddle bag and pulled out the blank piece of paper and smiled. Yes it was going to work. Every time she played this game she always failed to tell there was even an illusion in the first place! And in truth that meant she won those silly little games on the inside and flunked out of that class. So it was going to be this case as well. She just can’t see the silly little illusion on the paper.
With a small smile to herself she handed it down to the guy who had stopped her. The witch in returned took the paper and glanced at it for a moment. He said not a word, making her small little smile light up even more on the inside. And when he glanced back up at her with his dark brown eyes she knew she won this game again.
“Is this a joke?” he asked coldly. “What is a blank piece of paper going to get you? Not out this gate that’s for sure.”
And her smug little smile vanished from existence. It was just a stupid blank piece of paper in a random horse saddle bag that she happened to be brought to after all. That was a gamble, and she completely lost the bet with one hand. However, she always had an ace up her sleeve. And up her sleeve it really was.
Quickly Kailen yanked up her left sleeve to show what seemed like a tattoo, but more known as a mark; a magical print. It was nothing more than just a red leaf with its tip touching a rippling pool of water. Yet that little mark on her left forearm was enough to have the cocky witch in front of her start to sweat bullets. His dark brown eyes hastily shifted to the other two behind him. They nodded and the gate was opened for Kailen. Not a word was said between anyone as Kailen whipped the reins and darted off into the outside of the city.
The dawn had finally come over the tops of the trees, lighting the path even just a bit. And off in the distance was what seemed like another horsemen coming into the city. If it was Neven or someone else Kailen didn’t know. She headed south with the rising sun to her right, the west. If she was going to make sure that no one was going to find her then the first stop was going to be Bowyard, the closet southern village around Ethowine. It was still going to take some time to get to it, but Kailen had a plan. And in fact it was a very well thought out plan.
But as for now all she had to do was to make sure that she didn’t use any of her magic. Not only could the Witch Hunters find her when they were sent out after her, but it causes too much of attention that she just doesn’t need. She was going to be the person who wasn’t going to use magic until she had to.
‘Everything in the world has magic’, as she was once told by someone whom she cannot remember; ‘But it is up to how and when you use it. Even the simplest of smiles can give off a magical spell, even trees give off this.’ As a witch she has been taught how to use what she has to her fullest as the vampires, werewolves, changelings, and even the unknown wolf daemons were told and showed. Humans even have this magic within them and cast it off as something else.
As the sun started to rise even further along, those words stuck in her head: “Everything in the world has Magic.” It was starting to get on her nerves as to who it could have been who told her. It was someone from when she was little. But no teacher in The School taught this. No person in that school said a thing like that. And as Kailen continued to try and think of this person a small headache was starting to form. Maybe she was thinking too hard so she stopped and just let the words flow over her.
“Everything living thing in this world has magic…” she muttered to herself over the racing winds. “It’s up to me to see it in everything that I do and help it along its way. That is what a witch should really do.”
Edited by Luna Kage, Jun 9 2012, 09:32 AM.
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Chapter 2

Bowyard, the closest village to the city of Ethowine in the south. The village might seem to not be of any use from what it looks like, however it has other uses then the lack of farming it gives Ethowine. Where it fails in the production of giving just enough food for everyone it makes up in the underground information center. The tavern it offers is a pool of knowledge that someone will find interesting sooner or later. Yet even this underground has an underground that even the worse of the worst killers wouldn’t even get involved with.
Lurking in the dark streets at every time of day is something only found in dark fairytales. The people with a thirst for blood that only were to come out only during the night or to be killed by the day’s light. The people that hunt down every living person it sees. The people of the vampire world.
And sitting just outside of the small little village sat two men, both covered in hooded cloaks. How long they had been sitting there no one really knew since they paid no attention to them in the first place. The man on the left was studying the layout of the town as he always did; trying to see what was the best way out at any given time. And the man on the right sat idly by, ready to start out.
“Say Damion…” the man glancing out at the town suddenly said in a low voice. “Do you think we’ll get lucky today?”
Damion, the man on the right glanced at his friend and sighed. “I have no idea Sten…we might get lucky or we might not. It depends on what happens.”
Sten glanced over at Damion. His bright red eyes almost glowed under the shade the hood gave him. After all who would want to have the afternoon sun in one’s eyes? And behind that hood was a lock of black hair that happened to just fall in front of his face. His pale skin looking even paler just from the jet black hair hanging there and on his head that couldn’t be seen at the moment. One could tell he was fit, maybe not as built as most of his people, but just enough to scare someone.
Damion let out a small little chuckle. “If one did not know better, they would call you a vampire Sten, then what?”
Sten returned the chuckle as they both stood up. “Yes would that not give the people to talk about? Vampires in the day…Thein’s Day Walkers out for a stroll, what would the towns people ever think? Well mister human looking vampire, you ready for this little mission?”
Damion sighed and glanced into the village. He hated doing this kind of thing. “I am as ready as I will ever be I guess. Meet back up here in an hour.”
Sten nodded and quickly he was out of sight in a blink of an eye, leaving Damion there to stretch and start on his own walk into the village of Bowyard.
Though Damion has been through this village many times over, it never seemed to stop changing. What was here maybe a week ago was now something different. What was here even fifty years ago has drastically changed since he last walked through it. Humans here were always wanting to change and get better then what they used to have. This was something that was a part of life that no one could change.
His attention was captured by a mirror and his own reflection. No one could tell by first glance he was even a vampire, let alone of the Radjá clan. His hair was of a color trapped between blonde and brown, almost dirty blonde. His skin was much darker than that of a vampire, closer to a normal human one could say. His height that of the normal height of just about everyone in this country; about 6 foot something or another, Damion really wasn’t much on exactly his true height. His build is maybe half of what the Radjá clan normally looks like, even Sten was closer to it than him. Though Damion wasn’t skinny, he was well toned with lean muscles. But what set him aside from even the humans were his eyes.
His eyes were purple, just purple. No human or vampire eye had ever come up as purple and a solid purple at that. Just one glance would make everyone, that is anyone who hasn’t seen him before, stop and just gawk at him. It was as if the purple from the setting sun got trapped in his irises. It wasn’t unheard off, but it hardly ever happens anymore.
Quickly he pulled away from the mirror, he had a job to do and staring at the mirror wasn’t going to get it done; nor was looking at the town as a whole. The two were to find if anyone or a group of people were coming through and whether or not they had anything new on Neven. And the tavern would have been the best place to find this information if it wasn’t for the fact that Sten normally went there half the time. His best choice was to deal with the mutters around the town itself.
That was harder than it looked. Out in town the people were awaiting for something to happen. Neven was to come through here after going to The School to retrieve his new witch that everyone was talking about. And it wasn’t a secret as to what she might have looked like either. The rumors that have been flying around for just the week went as followed: It was a girl about the age of sixteen with long light brown hair and eyes from another county. As to how tall she was no one knew nor how she acted. Most assumed that she was more or less another product of The School and personality as such and maybe a girl that is a cross from someone of this country and another. But rumors were just that; no one knew for sure.
Yet this wasn’t really what Damion wanted to know about. It wasn’t helping the fact that there were people in his clan dying of a good meal nor helping the fact that Neven was coming. This was something that the clan leader would want to know, but other than that it wasn’t too important with what they needed right now. The two of them were looking for maybe some cattle to steal or a ban of thieves that were hindering growth in this village, anything like that.
And just like that the hour had come and gone with nothing that they were looking for. Damion and Sten met at where they were when the hour started with the same expressions on as they walked towards their clan once again. The blow wasn’t hitting Damion the same as it was hitting Sten. Damion and Sten were going to be given the same speech at the same time, but it was the fact that Damion had to watch as everyone else went hungry. Sten never acted hungry and always wore a smile when around Damion, but he could tell his friend was feeling somewhat of the lack of food.
Just then Damion and Sten heard the sound of a horse and more or less dove into the brush along the side of the road. And it was something that neither could really believe. It was a girl with a torn and tattered what seemed to be once a white dress. Her hair was of a light brown color that reached to the middle of her back and her skin tone was not of this country. It was tanner, well colored from being in the sun and working outside. But that was all either could see before the girl and horse trotted off from sight.
“You should follow her while I go and get Thein,” Sten’s voice whispered to Damion.
Damion glanced over at him with almost wide eyes and almost yelled out when he caught himself and angrily whispered screamed, “ME?! Why me?! Why not you?”
Sten gave a small little frown as he stood up and started to get ready to run through the forest off to the clan. “If I get caught then she’ll know that I am a vampire. You on the other hand look semi human. We won’t be that long, nightfall at the latest. Think you can handle that much by yourself?”
Before Damion could say another word about it Sten was gone, leaving Damion there to have to follow the girl and wonder why she was that interesting in the slightest. Slowly and with a sigh he stood up from the hiding place and started to follow the trotting horse and girl just a bit a ways up the road. Nightfall? It’s already just past noon as it is…what does he want me to do?
The hours passed and dust was settling in. This girl here seemed to be a witch from The School. The tattered white dress was proof enough. No one would dare wear that other than within that school. But as to why she was wearing it out here was beyond him. Was she marked? Or was she just going somewhere and going to get that mark?
Just then the girl started to roll up her sleeves just so he could see the bottom part of a mark; a red leaf tip touching a rippling pool of water. It was something that everyone in his clan knew about yet never saw it. No one ever had it, ever. And to see someone with it was a sign of …a sign that Damion was searching for.
A bit happier that he was stuck with this girl, or at least having to follow her, Damion stayed just out of sight of the horse and crept in just enough to see what this girl was up to. Her blue eyes, or at least they looked blue from where he sat, were scanning the firewood that she had just gotten done setting in a pile and sat there. He knew that she had to light it, and he could tell from the look in her eyes she was trying to figure something out. As if she didn’t want to do something.
A howl sounded through the night, making the girl’s eyes dart in Damion’s direction, horse whining and rearing up. He cursed his luck at the fact that the wolf was in his direction behind him; however it only lasted a moment for the young girl walked over to the horse and comforted it, a shocker for him. And once she was done there she quickly walked back to her soon to be fire, blowing on the wood itself. Though he shouldn’t have been so surprised at the act, Damion did startle and jump back when a small almost unseen spark of a flame started to feed on the dried leaves.
A hand was placed on Damion’s shoulder, making him turn around to see Thein, the leader of his clan; Bennold, some could say second in command; and Sten standing around him as the fire climbed in power. All three of them had witnessed this small act of magic, proving that she was a witch. And as a witch she was in danger with the plans that his leader had; the light from the crackling fire gave it away in his bright red eyes. Bennold also seemed to have something twisting in his mind, something Damion thought to be weary of as always.
As the night faded and the little witch had fallen asleep the four vampires took action. Damion made his way to the horse and took its reins, leading the horse off to the clan for its complete demise. Though the horse might have gotten the better end of the deal at this moment. She, the witch, however wasn’t going to be so lucky. Damion’s purple eyes glanced at his friend’s as he talked in his own mind. I have a feeling that things are going to change around here…just watch and see.
As if nothing had happened the vampires vanished along with the horse in hand.
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Kailen was now walking alongside the path without a horse. Last night there was a problem with a wolf howling and made her freak out, using a bit of magic to start her fire. Something she thought she wasn’t going to do but the fear got the best of her. And in that result it seemed that something came and took her horse from her. It was a pain, yes, but something she could deal with. Kailen could buy two horses and have her little plan work. As long as she didn’t use anymore magic than the Witch Hunters wouldn’t come around and find her.
But the stunt like that might have sent them down after her where they could have been looking up north now looking where she was going. It only took a small amount of magic for them to get the location of a witch. It was one slip up that might have cost her a horse, but something she wasn’t going to let happen again. Or at least she wasn’t going to let it happen until she had gotten to the next village and had her plan of sending one horse in one direction as she raced off in the other on the other horse. It was fool proof! And it would show how a sixteen year old girl could outsmart the elite of The School.
Her blue eyes glance up at the two moons that were now above her. The gray moon, called Altherion, was full tonight signaling the end of the month. The other moon, the red moon called Kasandria, was much smaller than the gray one and wasn’t to be full for a few more days. And for Kailen her magic was completely blocked off. Nothing really was in use as of right now. Something she didn’t care much about at the moment. It would help her to not get caught, after all last night was something that was still heavily on her mind.
Though for most witches they wouldn’t have the problem of not having any magic. Unlike Kailen who had only the red moon’s magic, everyone could perform some kind of magic, be it water, earth, or smoke. However Kailen wasn’t like any normal person, any normal witch. All her magic fell upon only one moon and that was all she could do. She was the only odd ball out. She was the only one who didn’t fit into the rules of magic.
Even every creature sat under a moon, though they only sat under one moon unlike the witches. Vampires and changelings were under Kasandria’s cycle and lived life according to that. Wolf daemons and werewolves lived by Altherion’s cycle. Though nothing is known much about wolf daemon, werewolves changed into the horrid creatures that brought fear to everyone’s heart on a night like this.
And Kailen wasn’t an exception. Though she didn’t think it was the work of werewolves that carried off her horse, more than likely vampires still waiting for her to come closer into their nest and attack her; she wasn’t without worry of finding one.
Within The School she learned that werewolves on a night like tonight, clear and windy, could hunt their prey for miles before finding it and killing the human or other creature. Their orange-yellow eyes burned like fire for their thirst of blood that never dies. And when they happen to get wet it’s like rotting flesh mixed in with wet dog. Whoever happened to manage that one she never understood. It hardly rained within this country unless you were closer to the Senpel border, other times everywhere else it was just sleeting. To find a werewolf in the rain must have been hard and lucky to live afterwards.
However they weren’t the only ones she was afraid of tonight. Being so far away and not knowing where the next village would come into view, Kailen was feeling the worries of the Radjá vampires coming at any moment. They were the blood thirstiest of all, and maybe the worst of anything she would ever have to face.
The hair on the back of her neck started to rise again. The feeling of being followed washed over her, yet she didn’t stop walking. Ever since she happened to leave Bowyard she has had this feeling coming and going, and more so when her horse was taken from her last night. Something was out here with her. As to what it was she didn’t know but Kailen frankly didn’t want to find out either.
Unlike other people who have been attacked by these creatures of the night she was going to do something very different. Instead of getting worked up about this, Kailen wasn’t going to let her guard down. She wasn’t going to let any one thing find its way behind her. Her ears and eyes were going to pick up everything they possibly could. And just like her she was going to be the one who got away from the most hateful things, or at least run away like hell.
Just after having the smile crawl across her face about the thought of being so sly a shadow shifted in her and then out of her field of vision. She froze for just a moment before the race of panic took off. Her brown hair flew behind her as the trips and stumbles caught up with her and her white dress of doom. How far and how long she went running into the forest she didn’t know, but when she did manage to come to a stop Kailen rested behind a huge tree panting not just from the run but from the fear as well.
She covered her mouth so not to let her fear be heard from whatever had shifted in the darkness. Her body was shaking and could be seen from her slender shoulders. When she managed to calm herself down, which was longer than she first thought it would be, Kailen inched her face around the trunk of the tree; glancing at the area where she had just run from.
There was nothing there but trees and dark shadows coming from the tree tops and the light from the moons. A sigh of relief crossed her face as she let out the breath. Kailen was just jumping at shadows, proving she was just paranoid about everything. Look at me…jumping at shadows. Next thing I know a rabbit will run across suddenly and I’ll jump out of my own skin…
With a sad little chuckle to herself Kailen walked from behind the tree. In an instant everything was wrong and nothing made a sound; everything in that one instant was eerie and foreign. And just like that everything was in slow motion for her: Kailen’s arms were pressed up against her sides as chills started running up and down her back. Pain was coming from her neck for what seemed like a life time before the world went black.

Kailen’s head was swimming. The last thing she knew she was out in the cold night in such pain, yet she felt numb and warm at the same time. She couldn’t tell if she was sitting up or laying down and on top of that her head was pounding against her eyes as she felt like she was doing loops in her mind. The one thing that she managed to figure out in that one moment was the fact that someone or something had gotten her just when she had let her guard down.
When her thoughts finally came back to her more clearly, Kailen started to ask herself what had even happened. She tried to keep calm, though she was ready to just flip out and try and scream. That might not have been the best thing in the world for her to do.
Feel around…what are you next to? Her hands started to do what she had asked herself to do; however it soon proved that she had her hands bound together. Alright so my hands don’t move much….anything else? As quickly as she could, Kailen worked her hands around to find that she was tired to a pole and sitting upright. An irritated sigh waltzed into her mind as the new thought came to mind. Alright so they tied me to a pole somewhere…maybe just a tree even. So next question: Can I see?
Her eyes slowly opened. Everything in eye sight was dark and blurry at first before everything started to come to her. Kailen was within a tent, a fairly roomy tent with large boxes and what seemed like a dark died substance along the bottom of the stack. Above her was a hole in the tent where the moons light happened to just peer through as her misty blue eyes glanced up at it. This meant it was both another night and she was knocked out until now, or it could have been a few hours or so.
As she was thinking about where she could be her glace shifted to the tent as flickers of shadows and lights walked upon it like a little show. Sounds of camp life started to come to her ears that were deaf to it just moments before. A language that she couldn’t hear or couldn’t understand filled into the mix of the pots and pans.
As Kailen tried to come up with groups that could have taken her it came down to only two: It could have been the Witch Hunters that had managed to track her due to the small amount of fire magic she used the night before in fear of the howling. Or it could have been the Radjá vampires that roamed around here; be it the full clan or just a small branch by itself. Whichever group it was this wasn’t a good thing to be stuck in. This situation was very real and Kailen needed to get out of it as soon as she managed to get out of these bonds; and as soon as her lower half started to get feeling in it once again.
The rustle of the tent opening in front of her made her glance at a blinding light and a shadow of a person walk in. Yet once her eyes managed to adjust the new light the shadow started to take form. What stood in front of her was a young man no more than nineteen or twenty. His hair a color trapped in the middle of blonde and brown; almost a dirty blonde yet a bit off. His skin tone was not the same pale as the rest of the country nor was it as pale as a vampire; it was a fair skin and smooth. He, as everyone within this country, was tall; closer to six foot three or so. The rest of his body was what you could call toned. It wasn’t breaking the clothes on him, yet he wasn’t skin and bones. Something that someone could easily be surprised from the strength it gave.
However all of those things weren’t what caught and held Kailen’s attention. One could say that the gateway to someone’s soul was through their eyes, and she thought just that. There was a sense of sadness that seemed to haunt him, a longing to break free of the shackles that chained him to someplace. As they slightly shifted the haunting swiftly turned to not only the longing, but a wanting. His very own eyes were an ocean; an ocean that swam forever in a sea of…purple.
As that final moment of just breathless standing the young man walked towards her. His eyes glanced right through them, right into her very soul as if she held a long forgotten answer to something that she herself should have known yet couldn’t come up with. Something about him screamed out, what it was Kailen couldn’t place it. He was prince-like, that was for sure. There was a certain air that flowed around him as he sat before her; placing that light next to the two of them.
Closer up Kailen couldn’t help but stare at him. For once in her short life she felt, even if it was just a moment, she could do anything. His warm presence comforted her in this time of utter confusion. His melancholy eyes that she had just admired only moments before had their own light about them, making her feel like she was flying, maybe one of the more enjoyable feelings to her of all times.
“So it seems that we managed to get you here without too much problem,” he said with the prince-like atmosphere still lingering on every word. “I was worried that Bennold would suck you dry.” He smiled, showing off his fangs, “That wouldn’t have been too much fun would it little witch?”
And just like that all the warmth and all the safe feeling dropped like lead at once in her stomach. What was sitting in front of her was none other than a cold hearted blood sucker. And what was worse was the fact that this vampire knew that she was a witch, something that she hadn’t really exposed…unless he was the one who had stolen her horse in the first place.
The vampire seemed to notice that she was a bit shocked at all of this and started to speak in a more of a calm tone, trying to comfort her almost. “Hey are you alright? I thought you would know that you were in a vampire camp by now…I mean after all the base of your neck must be killing you.”
Just as the last part came out of his mouth and pass the trying to help smile, a pain hit her in almost a sudden wave, causing Kailen to wince at it. If she could have moved her hand to touch it like most people would when something stung them she would have. Yet seeing that they were tied to a pole an unable to move she had to deal without that reflex.
Once she managed to turn her attention away from pain that suddenly took her who attention away, Kailen glared at this purple eyed monster. She wasn’t sure if she was in mortal danger or not, nor did she not have a master plan in her mind. She was going to distract this guy with her winning personality Kailen normally used when faced with some kind of danger with her back to the wall. And while doing this she started to worry at the knot at her hands, “So what now…? You gonna feed on me or do you just love to play with your food and get a test for what you’re gonna eat?”
He hardened his look, shattering that ‘sincere’ look he was giving her just moments before, “Are you always likes this or is it just today? If I am not mistaken you were fairly friendly not even a day ago.”
This Kailen couldn’t let die. If it wasn’t for that damn knot keeping her from jumping at him, or lack of magic at this moment, she would have been on him and slapped him. She wasn’t sure she should have been offended or horrified that he was spying on her.
“Cut the whole saint act…” Kailen growled. “You aren’t fooling anyone into the load you’re trying to pull.”
“Oh but I have to say that you fell right into it and do not really feel like leaving,” the vampire replied with a somewhat colder tone yet trying to stay calm. “And let us not forget who is sitting where.”
That was the final straw. Kailen was going to go at him; she was going to rip him up with a terrible evil amount of words that she never thought she would say in her life time. However that all fled as soon as the tent flap stirred once again, showing that four more human bodies had come in; male at that.
“Damion, move away from that damned thing,” a deep voice said from one of the four new figures.
The purple eyed vampire, Damion as he was called by the voice, did as he was asked and reviled what they had looked like. Each and every one of them had jet black hair short or long, deathly pale skin, over the six foot range, and almost glowing red eyes. These were what she feared the most, it wasn’t just a bit of vampires, all the camp life out there continued to go even though there were five people out here. Kailen had stumbled into the Radjá clan.
What seemed like the tallest of the bunch stepped in front, towering over her. With him brought a horrible look to his eyes that she just couldn’t help but be drawn into. What leaped out at her wasn’t just hate and evil intent, but there was a sense of softness that was tugging at her heart strings.
A back hand swiftly found its way across her face making her head violently snap to the right, letting all other feeling that she could have seen become lost. In that one instant painful moment the strength of what could be given was told to her. And even though it was just one back hand, blood filled her mouth as some fell down her face.
Kailen’s eyes, now glancing to the side is such shock, were shaking in their sockets. However she wasn’t going to let him, or anyone else for that matter, see it as she managed to build up the courage to even just spit out the blood that had pooled in her mouth. Vampires….no wonder they are the most hated monsters in the world. Using such strength on a girl like myself…
Her face was grabbed and forced to look at the vampire who had just gotten done backslapping her; yet her gaze didn’t return to this vampire. Instead her glance was shifted to the first vampire that came in, Damion, who looked nothing like any of them. In fact, if it wasn’t for the fangs he hid and the strange colored eyes he would look just like a human in this country.
A bit hesitant she glanced at the vampire who held her face, “Why does he look different…?”
The pressure on her jaw started to increase until tears started to roll down her face before letting it go. However the relief was short lived when another back hand send her face flying to the right once more, more blood trickling down in a brand new stream, this time reaching to her cheek and dripping off.
“Who sent you witch?” he demanded, saying the word witch as if the word itself was the most viol thing in the world.
Kailen stayed quiet this time. Her fear was taking over her whole body as her hands feverishly worked on trying to undo this knot she had; still trying to not look like she was doing anything. Though not talking could have its own major draw backs.
One of the vampires started to get antsy and couldn’t hold himself back due to Kailen’s silence, “You will answer Thein, the leader of the Radjá clan!”
Thein the vampire who was in front of her now only put up his hand to silence the jumpy vampire and any who were to follow. His gaze never left Kailen as he continued to talk to her, as if nothing had changed with that high and mighty attitude, “Let us cut to the chase shall we? I know where you came from and for whom you are working for. What I want to know is why did He send you here?”
Kailen’s anger started to flare at that one moment. It wasn’t enough for her to be already covered in blood, in the middle of a vampire clan, and could be killed at any moment; she wanted to add to the list in some way shape or form.
“I have NO idea what you’re talking about,” she said with the look of crossing her arms over her chest, still having that lack of arms to do what she wanted to do.
The vampire grabbed a hold of the left sleeve that was torn, ripped, the seam coming off to begin with and not to mention dirty, and yanked it off in one motion. Yet the reaction all around was a bit different. Everyone, other than Thein and Damion, had stunned looks and exchanged glances of pure terror at what was upon her left forearm. What it was was nothing other than a red leaf with its tip touching a pool of rippling water. This was a mark, a magical print given to her by none other than Neven himself.
Kailen looked away. Everyone knew, be they human or not, once you were marked you were more or less branded as the property of whoever owned that mark. Even if you ran away or went somewhere without him or her, the mark alone could get you into trouble of being tracked and sent back if you weren’t where you were meant to be. And to disobey an order would be death.
Kailen’s eyes started to droop as the people around her started to walk out. Her bound was almost done, just one little yank here or there could get her completely free once she woke up. However that was until someone came up behind her and roughly fashioned the knot back to where it was before. All that hard work down the drain, and now her situation was starting to hit her in waves as did the feeling of wanting to pass out.
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Chapter 4

Damion had stepped out with the three other vampires that had walked in with Thein, the leader of the Radjá clan. They had been ordered to not see the witch unless instructed otherwise. This night there were no guards stationed at the tent due to the fact the girl was going to pass out at any moment; though he could care less about the guards. No what he had a problem with was how she was treated; and how his father handled this situation about her and the fact she was a witch holding Neven’s mark.
Thein, not only the leader of the Radjá clan, was Damion’s father by blood. The two didn’t have very many physical qualities; in fact they didn’t share any that he knew of, however they both had a good dunk in the hard headed pool. Thein’s way was law and anything else didn’t have a reason to be heard.
The tent flaps flew open as Thein finally walked out. From the look in the eye contact exchange he already knew what Damion was going to say, letting out an angry sigh as he walked away from his son, “Don’t give me that look boy. That girl, no that witch in the enemy of not only this clan but every other clan and vampire camps out in the world. She can kill us all without a second thought if you manage to let her get free, don’t you get that? Or do I have to beat that against your thick skull as we all start to die?”
Damion followed in step with his father returning the same tone of voice, “Get what? The poor girl is daze and confused, not to mention in very real pain. To her we are nothing more than people who kidnap little girls and eat them for no reason. She just happened to be walking in the town where I and Sten were doing our patrol and coming up empty handed. If it was not for Neven’s mark we would not have followed her to see if we could feed off of some people or animals. She was not looking for anything other than maybe a way out of this area, unless you managed to figure out something that I missed?”
Thein stopped and gave Damion a very annoyed look that was mixed in with stress and the emotions from before, “You can never trust a witch Damion. They are the plague that thinks they are the only cure; if you let one go then you will regret it in the end. She has Neven’s mark on her and is up to something. Even if she just happened to stumble into this without knowing it gives us a chance to finally figure out what is in their head.”
Thein started to walk again, heading in the direction of the main tent where he had always headed to after something big. Damion wasn’t just going to let this slide. With another quick step to fall back in line with his father he came back with something, “Have you ever asked instead of just taking? The world would be a lot better that way. If you would just-”
Thein was just opening the tent flap to the main war tent when he snapped at his son, “And say what?! ‘Oh I am so sorry that we had kidnapped you and hindered you from completing your very important mission. Even though we might have feed off of you, tied you to a pole where you were repeatedly hit and started to bleed; not to mention the blood in your mouth after the first one. But could you be a doll and tell us something without an ounce of hatred that you were spoon fed since you were able to think?’ Yes that will go over swimmingly.”
Thein let out a heavy sigh as he glanced into the tent, “We won’t be doing anything to her tonight since she has lost so much blood as it is.”
Without another comment or a chance for Damion to have a comeback to that Thein walked in, leaving his son to stand there.
As if his heel was a pivot Damion turned around and glanced down at the tent where the witch was held in. You just like the simple way out. You will not even think of finding another way, or even a better way that does not hurt others.
As he walked over to the tent he couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. If she knew that she was just thrown in the storage place instead of a true prisoner’s tent with all the fixings with it a piece of her would die, at least he would feel somewhat terrible for being put next to the boxes filled with who knows what and a stain of maybe blood at the bottom. But who could really know what that substance was really. Sure it was the worst place they could have put her, but at least here no one would randomly go in. Thankfully the thinking of his father was the right call, this time.
He walked towards the tent thinking that he was going to give her a bit of a visit to see if she was alright. His father hit her hard, however not as hard as he could have hit. Thein was holding back his punch so to say. The blood needed to come off. Even though she was a witch, the smell of blood was going to be strong since it was still fresh. And with the order to not go near the place no one would see him go in or come back out. And with one last glance around he slipped in.
The girl must have heard him since she was looking up at him. He was surprised to find her still awake after everything she went through tonight. Between the feeding that had happened, the backhands and how tightly his father had gripped her face he thought for sure that the girl would have passed out by now. And more so when her head would viscously turn to the right, he had winced every time that happened.
And even now Damion couldn’t help but stare at her. It was obvious that she wasn’t from this country of bitter coldness and pale people. Her skin tone was darker, but only a sun kiss tan that would let her standout in any crowd. Her height was much shorter than even the shortest girl here in his clan. Her hair was a light brown that shined in the moonlight, looking to reach to about the middle of her back.
After all of that there was something else that was so utterly different to her than anyone else here even if some random thing happened to have them really look this way; her eyes. They were stunning, eyes that a person could get lost in. Those eyes were a misty blue color that was so clear it was shocking. They seemed to just take in the thing that glanced at them, completely absorbing them. Her eyes could pierce right into the very soul of the looker, holding them in a state of suspension until the inner core of the person’s core was found.
And that was exactly what was happening to Damion now. He had to pry his gaze away from hers for a moment to break the connection. And even as he walked towards her he had to make sure not to fall back under this, yet when he glanced again he noticed that her eyes had thin gold threads laced in there.
“Do you have a name?” Damion asked when he made it close enough to her. “Or do I have to call you witch all night?”
The witch turned her face to the right, show casing her battered and bruised left side of her face, “Cut the crap already and get this over with. You’re a vampire and all vampires want one thing and one thing only: to drink blood. So feed already.”
Damion didn’t make an attempt to talk or to make her tell his her name. Sometimes the silence really was the best weapon. Sometimes the noise from what silence brought was all anyone needed to make someone feel uncomfortable enough to answer. And it was working just like he wanted.
“My name is Kailen…” she replied.
Damion knelt down in front of her. Gently he lifted her so it would be tilted, since Kailen had already glanced to the right. And in result she seemed like she was ready for him to go and bite her; Damion had other plans however.
Softly he rubbed the base of her neck making her flinch. There was the bite mark of the vampire that had bit her before bringing her here. But what he didn’t expect was to see faint marks upon her neck. It didn’t look human, yet it didn’t look like a werewolf either. And if it was a werewolf she would have changed tonight.
Damion stopped trying to figure out what the second bite was and looked back at her battered face. The blood had thankfully stopped flowing down and just started to turn brown; letting him not it was drying. The blood still needed to come off. Carefully not to scare her any more than she already was he grabbed the sleeve his father managed to completely tear off.
“How old are you under all this blood and bruising?” Damion asked calmly as he wiped her face.
Kailen didn’t answer his question and just remained quiet like she did towards his father.
Damion folded the sleeve over and started to tenderly clean off the dried blood, adding a bit of spit to make sure he got it all off. “You cannot be more than sixteen.”
Without thinking he tucked some of her hair behind her ear on the left side to get a better look at her. Around her mouth there was some blood as well, just droplets. Once again he folded a part of the sleeve and scrubbed it off.
Even now Kailen didn’t move or say a word. It was as if she was waiting for something, anything to happen to her other than this. Her gaze was even shifted to the side, not really looking at anything in particular. Some might have called it being defeated, but it was something much more that he couldn’t put a finger on the right word.
After he was done with his Damion let go and stuck the now blood stained sleeve that could have passed as a white color in a pocket before talking with her again, “Did Neven really send you here?”
This suddenly changed Kailen’s who attitude as she glared at him and finally replied, “No. I ran away from him, his With Hunters, and The School; that simple.” Her eyes angrily shifted away again. “I didn’t ask you to do that. I don’t need to be prettied up just to be feed off of. And what kind of vampire asks all these question anyway?”
Ignoring the last question completely Damion let out a small chuckle, “Sorry to break it to you but I am not like that. There are plenty of vampires out there that would drink your blood just for the fun of it. You have done nothing wrong but happen to walk in a predicament that is out of your control.”
Kailen’s eyes slowly glanced up at him. They had completely lost all their anger leaving just what should have been there in the first place; full of fear. “Why did you take me then? I did nothing…wrong…”
Her eyes quickly glazed over and shut almost at the same time. Her head hung as her body showed all the signs of being passed out and sleeping. And just like how her voice seemed just before Kailen knocked out her expression seemed more peaceful and less
With a sigh Damion stood up and rubbed his neck glancing down at that girl. It was amazing as to how she managed to be so tough all the way until the end. Even know just seeing her like this was a bit aw striking. This peaceful looking girl was capable of such hateful things. Very different than the first night I saw her.
After another moment or two looking at he slipped out of the tent, with someone waiting for him to his right giving a dark chuckle.
Damion didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was that was there. The owner of that laughter that was almost purely evil in itself was Bennold; Thein’s second in command, the one that was ordered to go and bring Kailen in without killing her.
As it turned out Bennold was leaning against a tree just in Damion’s prefill vision. And when Damion glanced over to give Bennold his undivided attention something was off about him this night. His jet black hair that hung around his face tastefully seemed to be greasy. His pale sick looking sickly even for a vampire and his red eyes seemed to be much duller. For someone who cared as much about power as he did about looks Bennold looked like the guy who was thrown out of a tavern for having one too many bottles.
“Finally taste the sweet nectar called blood boy?” Bennold asked as he pushed off the tree and made his way over.
Damion remained quiet as he slyly placed a hand in the pocket where he stuffed the bloodied sleeve he was using just before.
Bennold only chuckled, mostly to himself, “No? Well don’t you fret about it for too long. With that witch in there you will soon be drawn in, trust me. They are something to die for.”
And with that Bennold continued his evil laughter party as he went down towards the main tent where Damion had left his father before going to see Kailen. Which was nice for him; Damion hated that man more than anyone other than Neven himself.
A hand was sharply placed upon Damion’s should, taking him out of a start of a very long and brooding thought proses. Standing next to him, and also the owner of the hand, was to no one’s surprise Sten. It seemed like he always showed up either at the best times or the worst for everyone else.
His red eyes weren’t glancing at Damion, no; he was fixated on Kailen’s tent. “I know you said that you would do anything to get out of here….but to use a little girl Damion? That is below something you would ever do.”
Damion side glanced at his friend before turning to the tent once again. “I am not going to do anything of the sort Sten.”
“Is that so?” he asked while raising an eyebrow, smiling back. “Well if you’re so sure you should think about going to bed. All this thought of Neven and helping others and arguing with Thein must be getting to you by now. And all before the crack of dawn too. That might be a new record my friend.”
A sigh lingered around Damion as the words sunk in. “Yes…a good night’s sleep would be nice.”
As if he was just talking to himself, Damion walked off leaving Sten by himself as he went towards his tent.


The rays of the setting sun hit Kailen’s face from the hole in the top of the tent, making her cheeks warm. For how long she had been awake she wasn’t sure, but now dusk was rolling in and maybe her only connection to the outside world. She had only left Ethowine two days ago and so far managed to get herself in even more trouble than she first thought she could. And the pole up her back was something that didn’t even cross her mind when she ran away.
Her eyes glanced up at the small amount of clouds that she could see. Shades of purple were very distracting. It reminded her about that vampire with the same colored eyes. Between the time she had woken up and until now even her mind was still racing. She couldn’t figure out what was going on after she knocked out for the lack of blood.
Normally she, or anyone else for that matter, wouldn’t have to wonder if the vampire feed off of her or not. All vampires drank blood to stay alive by any means. People would tell of how they would barely make it with the bite marks to prove it. Vampires were just blood-thirsty monsters that didn’t care about you as long as you were edible.
Damion was different. Something about him didn’t sit right with her, as a vampire that was. The way he looked and acted wasn’t anything normal to vampires. For one his appearance didn’t match not only this clan, but every clan in the world Kailen could think of. His eyes are a different color than anything she has ever known and the hair color was closer to the Henso or even the Thro clan.
And his actions of just wanting to talk almost disturbed her. All he wanted to do was talk and clean her off. All the vampire wanted was to make sure Kailen was cleaned off and wasn’t in any kind of pain other than the pain she was in last night. He was acting completely human.
What is he trying to do anyway? He is a vampire so why didn’t he act like one…? What is he trying to get at?!
A small realization came to her that expanded into a an fierce need. Kailen hadn’t had anything to drink or eat in over a day, close to maybe two. Her mouth became a desert and her stomach started to pain her from hunger.
As if Damion could read minds, he came in with something that made her stomach turn with want and what looked like a canister of water. “I thought you might be needing this.”
Kailen’s eyes made their own move directly to the bowl in his hand where the wondrous smell was coming from. If she could have, she might have started drooling. But when she caught herself she harshly turned her head away acting as if she didn’t need it. “I don’t take things from vampires…you might have drugged it or something. Or even worse. You’re trying to thicken up my blood for your own devilish needs!”
Damion chuckled as he stepped forward. The smell was getting better and her stomach was aching for it. And it seemed that the vampire started to swirl the water around for Kailen could hear every single drop of liquid tumble around in the container.
“Are you sure you do not want this…?” Damion said as he got right in front of her, swishing the water by her ear and letting the smell of the stuff in the bowl greedily take over her nose. “This stew might not be the same as you would make it…but I’m sure the fish and the vegetables around here are something we would let a five year old eat without worrying. “
A popping sound came, making Kailen finally turn to look at him. Damion had opened up the lid to the water container and seemed to be looking at what was inside of it.
“I hear that water is something that you humans can only go a few days without, is it that tasty?” Damion said while bringing the water up to his lips, going to drink it all at this rate.
“DON’T DRINK IT!” Kailen yelled before she really figured out the words even left her mouth.
Damion had stopped and glanced down at her, “Oh…so you want it after all.”
Kailen didn’t respond. Her eyes were fixed upon that open container full of water. She was almost picturing away to get to it, anyway at all. All she wanted was to drink it.
What the vampire did next didn’t register wither her at first, he had brought the container to her mouth. Cool water had hit her dry lips and the inside of her mouth like a way of relief. Nothing felt nor tasted so good in her life before.
And as quickly as it came it was gone. He had only let her have enough to keep her hydrated and keep the dryness from her mouth at bay for a while. And even the last little bit that was still on her lips were enough to tied her over for a good while.
His actions didn’t stop there. After Damion had placed the bowl and water down next to her he stepped behind her with a knife that he pulled from his boot. The bindings that she was one again starting to untie got tighter as a fear screamed through her mind. He’s going to cut my wrists! Did he find out or does he just drink like that?! Oh please don’t let him know…!
SNAP! Her wrists that were pulled tightly back slackened and fell beside her. Damion had come back around with the knife clean of all blood and put it back in his boot where he took it from before sitting in front of her, gazing at the tent flap. His actions were making any sense. He had just freed her hands, the one thing a kidnapper should never do.
“Why are you doing this?” Kailen asked after she rubbed her wrists.
Damion didn’t shift his gaze in the slightest. “I want out of her. I have things that need to be done that this place cannot do for me. I guess you can say I am running away; and by letting you go you can help me.”
Kailen turned her nose away from him once again, “And why would you think that I would help you?”
Damion turn to her, giving a very blank expression, “You needed help out of those bonds did you not? Plus you are tied in with Neven.”
“I have nothing to do with him!” she spat out angrily.
“Then tell me how you managed to get his mark on your left forearm without having anything to do with him,” he replied flatly with looking at it.
Kailen didn’t answer to that.
He sighed, “If you happen to get out without more of my help, which I will gladly do if you help me out, where will you go? I am sure that most villages will be looking for a girl by herself.”
Kailen glared at him once again, “Well maybe I have a place and maybe I don’t. Why would I tell a vampire like you? I don’t even like you let alone trust you to really get me out of here.”
“Then don’t trust me,” Damion answered with a hit of broadness.
“Then I won’t!” she huffed.
Damion let out a breath, trying to reason with her, “You have been able to escape the Witch Hunters so far, which is something I commend you for, but can you also escape my father’s Day Walkers and cross the border without any more problems like being killed by either group or maybe even werewolves?”
Kailen blinked at him with an equally blank stare to that one blink. “What are ‘Day Walkers?’”
“Vampires that…are out during the day,” he replied while glancing to the side. “You know, the vampires that go out into the villages and scout and do other various things. “He covered his mouth to try and hid his embarrassment from her. “I personally think that we need a better name than that. I mean really, you humans have no sense of imagination when it comes to naming things sometimes.”
Once again Kailen blinked at him and gave him a blank stare, however this time it was more of a stare of not registering what he said. “Vampires can’t walk out in the sunlight. You now that you all suddenly burst into flames and die within minutes or seconds leaving nothing but a pile of ash where you once stood. Isn’t that vampire basics?”
Damion seemed to keep his head turned from her, hand still covering his mouth. His shoulders started to shake as his other hand held his side. All in all the vampire was trying to keep himself from exploding from laughter, and he was doing a terrible job of hiding the fact.
“What kind school did you come from?” he asked after managing to calm himself down. “No, vampires do not burst into flames when they come into contact with the sunlight. In fact, nothing just instantly bursts into flames when the sunlight hits their skin. Vampires walk during the day, dusk, night and any other time they want. They might get a sunburn if they stay in one spot for too long just like humans. Most of us just happen to feel safer in the dark; vampire basics. If you think about it, vampire are a lot like humans.”
Vampires are NOTHING like humans!” she nearly yelled at the top of her lungs. “You are blood suckers that one care about their needs. You don’t have one single human quality in you!”
Damion looked taken back at this, “That is a bit harsh. You have no idea what we’re really like. Did you have a bad experience in another country?”
“I have lived in Ethowine my whole life thank you very much,” she growled. “We have been tough to hate you evil things sine we could know right from wrong.”
Now the signs of him getting annoyed was coming back once again. “Oh so the skin difference is not a factor of you being different? I was more than sure people here looked pale, and you stick out like a sore thumb. And aren’t you shorter than everyone? Twelve year olds are your height if I’m not mistaken. And you’re eyes are a dead giveaway you happen to be born somewhere else.”
Kailen’s anger started to boil to the top. “And what are you trying to get at? You have no room to speak.”
“At least I know where I come from,” Damion jabbed in there.
That was it Kailen’s anger blew off the top, “YOU BAS-”
Suddenly she felt a hand cover her mouth. The anger evaporated in an instant as she started to fall into a deep fear. Her eyes were fixed upon that hand as they shook in their sockets. Kailen felt as if her hands where lead as she had no other way to get away from this. Her breathing was starting to get heavy. The only thing that came to mind was to bite his hand, which is was she did.
Kailen managed to slide her mouth down to bite the bottom of his palm, latching on with all her might before letting go. She turned her face away from him, ready for the vampire to hit her or something.
“Sorry…” he said softly. “I did not mean to make you even more scared. But I couldn’t let you scream and yell any louder or someone was going to come in and figure out you got free. Sorry for making it worse.”
Kailen opened on eye and glanced at him, dumbstruck that he didn’t hit her, “Why didn’t you hit me back?”
Damion gave her a gentle smile, “You need help getting out of here, not someone to help you stay in fear. Violence will get us nowhere here.”
She glanced into his eyes. They seemed sincere, truly and without any ounce of evil intent in them. A small tug in her heart made her feel like she could trust him. He’s a vampire…once he gets the chance he’ll attack me. Maybe he is biding his time. But…Kailen shifted her eyes to the side once again, “What would I have to do?”
“To make as big of an exit as you can so I can get out myself,” He answered. “It will have to be tonight since I already cut you loose. My father might come in tomorrow and we can’t have that.”
Kailen glared at him as he stood up as if it was no big deal. And it was getting on her nerves almost instantly. And you were the one who thought it wasn’t going to be that bad.
He stopped just in front of the tent and glanced back. Damion gave her a mischievous little grin. “Just try not to get caught again. Last time was too easy.”
Kailen stared at the opening. If it wasn’t for the fact that her mid-section was still tied to the pole, she would have gotten up and strangled him. What’s his deal?! First he’s all nice and trying to get one my good side, sort of, then that?!
The smell of the stew caught her attention, reminding her of her hunger. Quickly she grabbed the bowl Damion placed next to her with the rest of the water and inhaled the contents in that bowl. The taste seemed different, but edible. Kailen really didn’t care why or how he got her this food; it was food and she was starving.
Before she knew it the moons’ light entered the tent. She glanced up at the hole and studied them. The grey moon, Altherion, was now starting to return to its dark side while the red moon, Kasandria, was just about full. Tomorrow…tomorrow the red moon will be full. I guess I can help him…not that I really have much of a choice in the matter. As long as he doesn’t do anything weird…
Kailen glanced down at her food again. Slowly she placed that to the side and picked up the water container that Damion had so kindly given her. She returned that water to her lips and drank. What he wanted her to do needed a little energy to do and do well. He might not have known what she needed, but they did a very stupid thing. They left her the lamp from last night, filled with oil.
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Chapter 5

The night had come once again, blacking the sky. Along with the sudden change from cool air to colder air, the clan was stirring and resuming their nightly routines. Everything that humans would do during the day the vampires in this clan did at night by the fire light, though vampires weren’t always night creatures. It wasn’t too long ago when you would rarely see a vampire at night unless it was traveling with a small group or alone. However ever since the hunts that the witches started, the Vampire Hunts, everything had changed.
Vampires, no matter where they came from or how they acted towards the humans of the village, were called blood thirsty monsters by the witches and then the humans in turn. Someone had seemed to fill people’s minds with this hate and lust for killing vampires and it was just after The School had been started. And it was Neven himself that was running the minds of everyone involved. The withes had slaughtered most of the population of both clans and a few other smaller ones on the Alsarian border.
Even now the vampires who were alive at that time, most if not the older vampires, still have fearful memories of this time cling to the night. Clans have been drastically shortened and even the vampires who have branched off from the main clans have dwindled in numbers. Very few have separate from a clan seeing how a clan is only no more than a village in itself.
Yet there are those who still long for the morning colors wash over their faces instead of watching them fade away. They are mostly younger vampires who were born just after the Vampire Hunts had ended, the ones that have been untouched by the horrors of that life and will lay down their life for the overall safety of the clan. Those few vampires that had a solid hold on the day and all its workings, these were Thein’s Day Walkers.
And it wasn’t the easiest thing to become. Not only must you learn to talk without showing any fangs what so ever, one must also hold in the urge to go hunting by themselves. They have to be able to blend in with human life and manage to get information anyways possible, and also know how to scout and defend themselves. Not everyone is cut out for this, a reason why only vampires with a strong attrition to the day can hope to go out into the villages.
The alarm sounded through the campsite as the scouts returned. The whole campsite stopped for a moment. All eyes shifted towards the two trees that acted like the gates as four people raced in and heading straight for the main tent where Thein and Bennold have been all day. These were the four Day Walkers that were only now returning.
All four stood in line as they watched Thein glance at them. He was worried as he should have been. He had sent them out in the morning hours expecting them back safe and sound hours ago, at dusk. However they had only just made it and the moons were very close to being in the middle of the sky. And as he looked them over once more he felt as If he was ready to hear the worst of it.
Sten stepped forward, “The Witch Hunters have been sighted in this area and looking for the girl by the looks of it. We have counted nine fully trained witches with no inexperienced young ones like the girl we have here.”
Just after Sten stepped back into the small line Thein started to pace. A small group of witches were a handful, be it a group of younglings in training with a master beside them or just a few fresh from the school and on their own. However nine fully trained and seasoned witches that could only be a Witch Hunter was more than enough to kill off a group of vampires and even a clan if they had the right kind of witches and environment.
Glyndon, one of the female scouts that were sent out, stepped forward. “A group of thieves, around the number of about ten or more, have been spotted heading towards our village near us. Most of the men are younger while there are a few humans that are seasoned in this. They should make it to the contact point in a day or two.”
Thein was pacing faster now. This amount of food hadn’t been seen in a long time. And they were thieves that have been causing too many problems for the village as it was. They didn’t need to be killed, just taken into custody and fed from for a bit. The younger kids were used to feeding off of animal blood, however the older vampires still liked the other option so much better. And before he knew it his thoughts were at war with themselves:
Nine…nine fully trained and seasoned Witch Hunters and more than likely Neven is amongst the count. He might manage to find this place, yet the girl hasn’t given away our position. And to keep her any longer could be a danger to the whole clan, yet food is one the way so staying here is something that we would have to do. To keep her here we put the clan in danger, yet if we move her it might give her an opportunity to get a message out to them.





He suddenly stopped his pacing and glanced at Sten. “Sten, I need you to go get Damion. The two of you will be in charge of the witch until we get this settled. I am sure the two can manage to even get her out of the place before the Witch Hunters manage to make it here if that were to happen.”
Sten gave a nod and was out of the tent before another word was spoken.
Thein returned to thinking, yet this time it was to be out loud, “With that underway we should have no problem. Yes those two could easily take care of a little girl like her if we decide to go with either option.” Slowly he came around and glanced at the other three standing there. He was going to say something, however there were screams all around.
The screams grew louder as the smell of smoke filled the tent, sending everyone out of the main tent. To their horror the tent the witch was in was engulfed in flames, threating to send the entire camp up in ashes. With a harsh glance at the three behind him they went off to fetch water for the fire.
“He went across the river,” a voice said beside Thein.
Thein’s head snapped around to find Sten standing there beside him. The young vampire’s eyes looking a bit worried about something.
“He went after the witch,” Sten continued to say. “He was close enough to the tent and noticed the witch running away it seemed.” His almost glowing red eyes darted in the direction of the river, more or less telling Thein that they needed to get going.
The two raced off towards the direction.

Finding a blood drinking vampire; be it animal or human, is simple. They would have to feed at some point in time, leaving a scent that others could detect. However Damion didn’t feed like that. He never put his lips to the tasty warmth of fresh blood. If Thein was going to find his son he had to follow the witch and the lingering scent she produced. Or at least that was what he would have to do if Damion’s blood wasn’t everywhere.
He stooped down to some lower branches where some of his son’s blood was slathered on. What did he get himself into? The witch looked harmless… Thein crushed the branch, along with the leaves, in his hand. That little bitch had a knife on her didn’t she! She’s done something to Damion!
With the new found anger coursing through Thein’s veins he made a break for the clearing faster than Sten could keep up with. The trees that surrounded the fairly large open land seemed to be creeping away, as if they were trying to get away from the very center. The only thing that stood out in that flat land was the witch in question. In her right hand she held her oh so precious broom that almost all witches had. With her other hand she extended it out for someone to take ahold of, someone that was standing in front of her.
Thein didn’t fully understand what was unfolding out in front of him. Not only had she manage to escape from the clan, and almost put it up in smoke, but had his son under a spell. She had cut his hand open and took his blood from him and made Damion, who was only trying to take her back, come with her. He couldn’t help but extend his hand to take the damn witch’s.
Worst of all she had done something to keep from anyone to come close to them. Thein’s whole body wouldn’t listen to him as he urged it to step forward. It was as if he was trapped in some kind of suspension. And there wasn’t a thing he could do about it.
“DAMION!” Thein yelled out of frustration and anger.
Damion’s hand pulled away from the witch’s as he glanced towards his father. A small smile slipped onto his face, though a normal human from this distance couldn’t have seen it so clearly. Damion’s purple eyes shined with a warmth he hadn’t seen in years. His son truly looked content. Thein knew better, it was just the witch’s spell working its magic.
But for this moment Thein wasn’t so sure. For as long as Damion has been around him, this expression hadn’t been seen for maybe a few decades, not since the time he was allowed to become a Day Walker. And for this brief moment in Thein’s heart, he wasn’t sure if his son wanted to leave on his own or if in fact it was the spell the witch was using.
Just then Damion’s lips had started to move into words, pulling Thein out of his thoughts. They had come and gone in a blink of an eye. Yet in that one moment Thein knew, his son wasn’t going on his own free will and needed his help to get him back.
With one last smile to his father, Damion glanced at the witch. In an instant he took her out stretched hand causing a blast of wind to viscously race away from them. No one was safe from the powerful gusts as it made Thein to back off to a safer place to just hang on for dear life.
Once the wind finally died down Thein was able to take one glance up at the sky. Damion and the witch was already far out of reach, where he wasn’t able to go.
“Sten…” Thein said as he turned around to see the younger vampire. “I have a feeling Damion needs our help in something.”
Sten glanced up at the sky as if his attention had been caught on something. “I feel like he was trying to tell you something you really needed to hear.”
Thein turned his back to the field and started to walk away, knowing that Sten would follow him back. “I think I might know what it was he wants to tell me. Let’s get the clan cleaned up and ready to move out. I’m sure those damn witches will be on us in a matter of minutes.”
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Chapter 6

Kailen was free. She had just escaped from a vampire clan with hardly any troubles. Not only that but she had left a nice little beacon for those Witch Hunters to find and ignore her flying away. Compared to the amount of magic she used there, this was no more than wind passing by them. And all Kailen had to worry about was where she was going and what would happen is she got caught again. If the vampires managed to get her without Damion they would kill her. On the other hand if the Witch Hunters managed to find her with Damion he would be killed on the spot.
Right now those thoughts were only a faint tickle in her mind. It didn’t even cross it to begin with; and how could it? Kailen was flying through the night air. The crisp wind was a welcoming to her as it wiped through her hair making it sound like flames crackling. Her lovely cheeks were kissed by this night’s chilly lips, making them a rosy color. The feeling of suspension when one would fall was running wildly through her entire body. That was more than enough to distract her from everything; everything but Damion’s arms squeezing around her stomach uncomfortably.
With an irritated sigh she glanced back at the vampire. His purple eyes were shut tightly and legs seemed to be twisted up just as tightly as he held Kailen. It was as if he was afraid to let go of her. And it was he alone that was ruining her favorite feeling in the world. What’s with this guy? Vampires can levitate to the tops of the trees if they really want to. Is he really a vampire? She was going to have to land soon.
The trees were starting to thin out, meaning that either they were nearing the Alsarian boarder or they were near a village. Since they hadn’t gone past Neven’s castle anytime soon it was more than likely the second. It was common for villages to thin out the tree line, keeping a good amount to still keep it hidden. They would keep an open field for the live stalk. And with the trees this way it would be easier for Kailen.
Slowly she tilted the broom closer to the ground. And just as she thought there was a village just to her left. The ground was coming closer as she pulled in so she and Damion were hovering just above the ground. Again she lowered the tip of the broom so the two were firmly standing on the ground itself.
Satisfied with her landing Kailen was going to swing her left leg over when she realized that Damion was still holding onto her midsection, not really figuring out that they had landed.
“You can open your eyes and let go of me now,” she said with an irritated tone of voice, glancing back at him with the same expression as her voice suggested.
Damion noticed and hesitantly let go of Kailen as he awkwardly got off the broom. Giving his height you would think it wouldn’t have been a problem; however his foot got caught on the broom itself. Damion tried to save himself from falling, though flailing his arms around like a maniac wasn’t going to be a very princely way of doing that.
Kailen couldn’t help but start to laugh at him. This high and mighty vampire who had managed to get under her skin with this ‘caring’ attitude and remarkable manners was now brought back down to size. This little blunder showed a weakness that she could use later for any number of reasons. And one of the reasons could be used as a way out from being around him.
She closed her eyes and held her broom out in front of her, after she got off of it. With just a thought the thing that they had just flown on had shrunk into a toy sized model. It had a ring at the front of the stick where she could quickly pull and put the item back onto her chain to keep it safe. Quickly she did just that and tucked it back under her dress.
“If you had this the whole time then why did you not use it sooner and completely dodge the clan in the first place?” Damion asked after he dusted himself.
Kailen turned her face away from him and completely dodged the question, “Why didn’t you drink my blood when you came to see me the two times?”
He let out a sigh and glanced to the side himself as he started to mumble, “I…I don’t drink blood.”
Kailen stared over at him as if he finally cracked. Yet Damion’s body language was very defensive, even his eyes that glanced out at nothing seemed that way. She however wasn’t just going to let it die like that. “What do you mean?”
He scratched the back of his head, as if he was at a loss of words. “Well, you could say I feed off of plants…”
She wrinkled her brow. “So you grind them up and put it in water, that sort of thing?”
Damion shifted his gaze towards her with a confused expression. “It is hard to explain.”
Kailen raised an eye brow and crossed her arms over her chest. “Is that so? Is it because I’m not a vampire I wouldn’t get it? I still want to know to better protect myself.”
Damion sighed and glanced up at the sky, trying to figure this out himself. “Let me see… trees, leaves, plants, animals; everything gives off an energy that normal humans cannot see. Witches such as yourself can use this type of energy to channel their magic. Vampires, like myself, use it as an energy supply. Some vampires that do this take the energy from animals or humans. They have the riches supply yet the least abundant, maybe due to the fact that they don’t just get their energy from the sun. Plus it is easy for someone to start taking their energy they would need. Plants on the other hand give off unwanted energy they have no need for. All I would have to do is take that away from them and use it for myself.”
Kailen’s start of a glare had at some point in this explanation turn into a stare of complete and utter blankness. It took her a moment to collect herself and respond to this, yet it was more like she was talking to herself. “So…not only do we have vampires that will suck my blood but I’m dealing with a vampire that will steal energy.”
“It is not stealing,” Damion replied. “You give it off so we take what you do not need. Like how the sun feeds plants with its rays. Witches such as yourself can use the extra energy for other things like a sudden spark for fire, or even an extra burst of wind.”
Kailen looked at him skeptically, “Can you see mine?”
Damion glanced away from her and mumbled.
She started to feel her temper boil and waited for him to answer in the same way he made her answer to his question just the other night; saying nothing at all.
“Alright yes I can,” he finally replied. “You cannot keep it in check, it is flying off everywhere.”
“Have you ever feed off of me before?” she asked coldly.
Damion turned backed to her and looked at her with a serious expression. “No. I would rather feed off of plants. They can recover quicker.”
“You sound crazy…” Kailen whispered. Quickly she shook her head. “But that’s not important right now! Why did you leave your clan like that? Why don’t you look like any kind of vampire I know about? And why-”
“You need rest right?” he said abruptly, cutting her off. “After using all that magic to get here you need to recover. How about we go to that village? It must be warmer than out here.”
Without another word the vampire turned around and started to walk towards the village that they had just landed by not too long ago.
She couldn’t believe what was happening. This…this…this vampire is telling me what I should do! What gives him the right to tell me what to do?! Plus I need to get going. She let out a huff and cleared her throat. “I’m only staying maybe an hour or two. I need to get as far from this place as possible.”
With another huff and a nod she was ready to start her walk into the town when Kailen glanced north. Something about it was calling her towards there. She tried to think about anytime she had maybe gone this way but all that was coming to mind was an oncoming headache. Kailen get a hold of yourself. You have never stepped out of Ethowine your whole life. You couldn’t have come here ever. It’s only your imagination. Without a second thought about any of this she threw it out of her mind along with the headache.
“Are you going to be coming along, or are you that fixated on that stop to stay there longer?” Damion’s voice suddenly asked.
Kailen turned and glared at him. “And why do you care? I never said I was going with you anyways!”
He looked at her with a note of concern. “You look out of it. You were just staring off into nothingness. At least in a room you can think about anything or nothing if you really wish it. Not to mention you will be much warmer.”
She took a step back in in discus. Again he was telling her what she should or shouldn’t be doing. “Why would I ever sleep in the same town as you?! You…you could do that weird non-vampire thing on me in my sleep!”
“You know I am just trying to help you out here,” he replied. “The point is-”
“What point?!” Kailen yelled. “You cut your own hand just to make a point to your father! You could have killed me with all the time you wasted back there! The point is we’re lucky we even made it here in the first place.”
Damion’s eyes closed as his anger seemed to boil over. “At least I’m not the one who happened to blow up my camp and send a mile high signal that will more than likely get those Witch Hunters to go there and kill my people. The world isn’t something that revolves around you little girl.” He let out a heated sigh as his back was turned, making its way to the village again. “Do what you want. Just don’t come crying to me when you find that there are plenty of other things worse than my father lurking out there.”
Kailen stood there, taking in everything he just said. For the short amount that she has known him, and that has only been about two days, she has never seen him lose his top like that. Sure he would get to the point of a higher level in his voice, but nothing this bad. And when he managed to get this angry, he started to lose that princely way of talking and more or the way she talked.
Though even in all of that the one thing that really stuck with her was the comment about there being something worse than his father. Sure his father might as well be the worst thing out here, but what else could be hiding around the dark worse than him?
Kailen glanced around the gloom of the darkness. Every breathe she took the trees themselves looked like they were getting closer. Could it be that the trees themselves could move? Were they the things that Damion was talking about last night? Not wanting to find out she ran to the village.
This village wasn’t something she was really expecting. Chills ran up and down her spine as she gawked and walked further in. The homes were is poor repair to the point she couldn’t tell what was a wall and what was a door. The window shutters were hanging on their last hinge as they loosely hung out and swayed with the wind. Alley ways had noises of what seemed to be rats running around. The dismal roads echoed with crickets as she entered what looked to be the main cross roads for the village.
The only thing that seemed to be half way normal was the inn that Damion was standing next to. Even with him there it brought the entire place to life. Nothing, not a sound other than the rats and other natural sounds whispered through.
Without a second’s hesitation she shuffled into the inn where the inside eerily mirrored the outside. The few candles that were on their last legs had wax almost all but melted off the holders and giving off a very low light. The innkeeper himself was looking down at what could to be the book of records, though he wasn’t much of a sight either.
He looked just like every other person in this country. His dark messy brown hair draped over his dull lifeless brown eyes, as if he didn’t even hear them walk in. His pale skin seemed to have lost its own precious color. His bony fingers lightly skimmed the book he was bent over reading. A quill pen was set next to him so that he could write down the names of those who had entered and who had left.
When the two made it up to this innkeeper did he ever glance up at them, “Are the two of ya here to check in for the rest of yer Witch Hunters an’ the most humble Lord Neven?”
Kailen’s stomach turned to lead at the very mention of Neven’s name. What little warmth that pitiful once white dress held was completely gone and turned to ice. How did he know I was connected to him? She followed the line of site to find him not staring at her chest, which might have been much better, but looking intently at her left arm.
Hastily she covered up the mark the innkeeper had a good long chance to study. “No…we aren’t here with Neven or his Witch Hunters. We just want two rooms please.”
The man smiled, exposing a terrible row of teeth and a sinking suspicion of something not good. “Two rooms two silvers.”
If Kailen’s jaw could touch the floor it would have, if it wasn’t for the fat that it was in the mist of yelling. “TWO?! A silver just for one room for one damn night?! What kind of place is this?!”
The anger got the best of her as she dug into her pockets and pulled out a money pouch. In moments she had slammed one silver piece on the table the three were huddling around. The two men seemed to give her the same expression of surprise to the act she had just completed. However she continued with this wonderful personality of hers when she got to the point of so either scared or flustered and really didn’t know what to do. “What?! I pulled out a silver for a room!”
The innkeeper glanced back at his book and took his quill pen in hand, ready to write. “Now may I have yer names for the record books?”
This was where she was stuck. Kailen hadn’t had time to come up with a fake name to this. How could she? She was bound up and running for her life, and on top of that she was being harassed by a non-vampire vampire.
“Our Names are Lyn and Sten Ilow,” Damion replied to the man’s question as if it was second nature.
The man scribbled, in fairly neat hand writing, on his book the names he was given with the other names beside it. “Ya two love birds travelin’?”
“NO!” Kailen yelled almost after the name said the statement. The innkeeper’s eyebrow rose suspiciously. She however managed to recapture herself in this little act. “We are brother and sister. We had different mothers.”
Damion smiled sharply as if to say the same thing she was thinking in her own mind: Good job stupid. Can you be any more of a dead giveaway in any other shape or form?
The innkeeper seemed to shrug it off as he replaced the quill in the inkwell. Carefully, or as if trying not to spill over the ink with is seemingly shaking hands, he grabbed ahold of two dying candles and stepped away from the table to a flight of stairs. “Follow me to yer room.”
The man turned and started to walk up this short flight of stairs that was less than quiet. As she walked behind him and Damion behind her, she couldn’t help but notice something about the stairs. These were the only ones she had seen in the whole building. These steps creaked and moaned in every which way it could with every movement, letting anyone know that someone was coming. If I have to sneak out…it might have to be out the room windows.
Slowly the three came to a halt at the last door in the only hallway on the second floor. The innkeeper cautiously handed Kailen one of the two candles he had brought letting him have a free hand to go for the key. Once he managed to find the right key on the very limited key ring and open the door he left the two to the gloom of the hall as he walked through it with the light fading fast. Kailen didn’t know if this was a blessing or another nightmare. Once she turned around and pierced the darkness with her wimpy light what she found horrified her.
The Windows had bars on them that allowed you to look out but not able to manage to sneak out of like Kailen was hoping for. This only window also happened to look out to Ethowine, giving her chills of what had happened since she left that city. But the one thing that had made all this truly the biggest nightmare or all time was the fact about the bedding. There was only on very large bed that took up most of the room itself. He didn’t get the whole brother sister thing after all…
With nothing else to do Kailen made her way over to the widow and looked out, placing the fast dimming candle on the table next to the massive bed. As she had thought it was one of the many paths that lead to Ethowine, the city of witches, the city that she had ever known and turned her back on. Maybe even the thing she wanted most to forget about.
As she stood there glancing out, something in the back of her mind started to fizzle up. Though she couldn’t put a finger on it. It felt important for some reason, as if she had forgotten it and was trying to remember it before it was too late.
“Why were you complaining about the price of the room? Damion said abruptly.
She glared over at him. “Do you know how much just one of those silver pieces coast? It took me months to get me what I have now. The School only gives you twenty eight copper pieces, or one silver and ten coppers, for the week. Four coppers of it went for food. One silver went for just training there, and if you didn’t pay that one you might as well have just leave The School and never come back. Three coppers when for wants and another three for the room I was given. I just never did anything and kept the three and ate a bit less than I would have liked each week. It took me eight months to get what I have here.”
Kailen pulled out the money pouch and showed him. “I just spent one whole silver for this room alone. Money makes the world go round vampire. If you don’t have this you can’t do anything or get anything in return. Keep that in mind.”
She made her way over to the bed and flopped backwards on it, something that she knew she shouldn’t do but Kailen didn’t care right now. It felt so good just to lie like this, laying on something that wasn’t strapped to her backside. She hadn’t been on a bed in what seemed like forever, but it was only been a few days and still she was sleeping on the ground. Kailen smiled as her eyes closed. This was the best feeling and the most soothing ever.
“I’ll never take a bed for granted again…” she said in a whisper before she drifted off to sleep.


Kailen started to wake up from her little nap, or at least that was what she thought of it. The early birds were chirping, though the sun wasn’t up yet on the morning of the red full moon. It took her a moment to realize this, but was thankful that daybreak was still a bit off she sat up. The village seemed to have come to life, as it should have around this time. Most of the smells were of breads baking with sounds of metal hitting metal along with the birds singing. The eerie village that the two had just walked through had just melted away.
With one final stretch she managed to get herself to stand up. Damion was nowhere to be seen Kailen found out after a rather quick look around the room. Not that it really mattered to her; she didn’t want him around her any more than she had to keep him.
On the table where the candle once stood were some clothes. They were nothing more than simple traveling clothes to others, but it was a big deal for Kailen. She almost ran towards it and looked them over. There were two shirts both a shade of dark green, though one was lighter than the other and went under the first one in case they managed to go anywhere there the temperature was drastically different to have a thinner one. Under them was a pair of pants that were neither light nor heavy; just enough to keep warm and be able to move around in. A cloak of good was the next to be found and black boots on the floor.
Kailen glimpsed down at the dress she was forced to wear and had warn since she left. Her left sleeve was burned along with more than likely the rest of the tent she was in, and was exposing her mark. The bottom of her dress had started to rip and was closer to the color of brown than white over all. It was a time for a change of clothes over all.
Quickly she studied the room and pulled off the horribly filthy dress, casting it aside as if it should have never been touched to begin with. Kailen grabbed the lighter shirt and threw it on with the other right after it. The pants she didn’t think was going to fit, but found that they did with plenty of breathing room to run and do whatever. The boots easily slipped on and seemed to stay on. Last was to be put on was that covenant traveling cloak that she had always wanted to wear.
Ever since she saw her best friend Ethan leave about two years ago with one following him, she had always longed to have one. It was a symbol of someone able to leave the school and start their adventure. And one by one they had all left with one of these cloaks flowing behind them. And now she had one
As she sat down on the bed to lace up her boots Kailen noticed that her long brown hair was falling over her shoulder. It was getting in her way for this simple little task, but even so it was something she wanted to take care of. Sure she liked having it down, but this wasn’t the time for that. Her eyes speedily scanned the room for something that she could use but could only find were the red curtains on the only window of the whole room.
With a yank she took them off of the rod that they were hanging on and ripped a section off and placed it on the bed. Her hands let the rest of the fabric fall as she started to braid her hair. It might not have been the best ever, but it would do.
She glanced over at her money pouch that she had left on the table with the rest of everything else it seemed. Kailen didn’t remember putting it there, but she must have at some point in the night. “Alright now that I’m fully dressed I can really jump start the best plan of all time.”
Without any though in the matter she scooped up the pouch to have her smile vanish. Hastily she dumped everything onto the bed. Her total of one gold piece, one silver piece, and eight copper pieces and magically turned into nine coppers. He….he used my money…? That little plant killing non-vampire vampire! He stole all my money and used almost all of it on who knows what!
Something came to her. If most of her money was missing and she was wearing these new clothes that seemed to come from nowhere, he must have bought them. But the thing was, how did he know they could fit her? Sure she was smaller, but most of everyone in this country was much taller than her. WHAT. DID. HE. DO?!
Angrily Kailen snatched the rest of her pitiful amount of money and replaced it in the pouch. She stormed in front of the window, which was just a short walk, and glared out half expecting Damion to be waving up at her with a horse or two as if nothing was wrong. What she did find was a group of people, ten or so, coming from the path and towards the inn. There was a cart being pulled at the end and what it was she couldn’t really make out due to the fact there was a blanket or tarp over it. But what was following behind the cart was a trail of blood so it had to be animals, or at least that was what she was going to stick with.
There was a nagging sensation in her mind that was different than the ones with the oncoming headaches. This was something that she knew she knew. And this was driving her insane. Maybe if the vampire didn’t go and get her into a frenzy Kailen might have been able to remember this important thing as she looked out a the group.
One man stood out from the rest of the crowd. His skin tone was pale, but more of a light pale but not as light as a vampire’s. He had long black hair that seemed to reach pretty far down his back, as to how far she didn’t know, it was pulled into a low ponytail in the back. His eyes was maybe the one thing she really wanted to know. It was maybe the most important thing in the world to her.
Someone had run out to meet them, more than likely it was the innkeeper due to the fact that this man was so skinny. The two talked for a moment before the man’s finger pointed up to her window, making the man down there look up as well.
Kailen’s eyes grew wide as chills ran up and down her back. She wanted to know and she got her wish.




Neven, the Head of the Witch Hunters, was standing just in front of the village inn that they had gone to just the morning before. They were planning to fan out and look for this girl that had gone missing just before he had gone to Ethowine. Well that was before the fact that Kailen Carter had pointed them directly to the exact location of the Radjá campsite. Her massive amount of just fire and smoke that filled the night seemed to glow in promise.
However when they had gotten there Ms. Carter wasn’t to be found and most of the clan had gotten away from the ten of them. She must have been pulled off somewhere else so he was hoping that she was going to send him another signal to him later tonight. After all it was the night of the red full moon, her very own moon so to say.
With a sigh Neven pulled out a small hand mirror that he tended to keep on him. What he saw in the reflection disgusted him. His hair was a dark brown color and very short for his standers as it only reached, and barely at that, to his neck. His wonderful eyes were turned cold and very muddy brown in color, something that he had been using for what seemed like a life time. It makes me sick…to think that I have to hide this stunning face behind something so repulsive.
With loathing he returned the mirror to where it belonged to find someone moving his way. It was none other than the innkeeper to the ratted old in who seemed to scamper towards him. It was amusing to watch the skinny man huff and puff until her was standing in front of Neven; his bony finger pointing up at window.
Neven didn’t feel like playing these little games. Last time this man swore that his little run away witch was here before they left. It turned out that it was a girl with light brown hair, but not the girl with misty blue eyes. With grimace he glanced up into this window this man was pointing at to see someone. And just like that his eyes locked with hers.
A smile slipped onto his face as he looked at this young girl who was no more than sixteen. Her large eyes were filled with fear once they had made this eye contact, and hadn’t moved since. Neven could almost see her shaking there, motionless. There was no doubt in his mind about this girl with misty blue eyes. This was his little runaway witch; Ms. Kailen Driee Carter. The only witch smart enough to ever get this far without being caught by his Witch Hunters he commanded, and him as well it would seem.
“Well done innkeeper,” Neven said with a slight sneer. “You have found my little witch for me this time. And the prize I promised you…” He pulled out a dagger from the air itself thanks to the smoke magic he had. Without a second thought he shoved it through this man’s chest. “And your prize is death. Only fitting for those low enough to hand over another person such as yourself.”
The dying innkeeper glanced at the dagger sticking out of his chest. He slowly reached for it as this dagger faded from existence, leaving only a bloody hole for the blood to freely drain from. It wasn’t too long before his knees buckled and this once innkeeper fell to the ground, bleeding as he quickly died.
Neven didn’t seem fazed by this as he dusted himself off and stepped over the dead man. His only concern was Kailen at the moment as his eyes returned back up to see if she was still there. What he didn’t expect to find was boy standing next to her in this window. His hair color was something of a shade between brown and blonde. Neven almost dismissed this if it wasn’t for the fact he scanned over the eyes.
Needless to say he was a bit shocked to find this ‘boy’ was standing next to her. He shouldn’t have been anywhere close to here, in fact he should have been back with his father nursing the clan back together after what he had done only hours ago. Something wasn’t right about this. Maybe they did plan on me coming after her.
With haste he raced to the inn she was just standing in. His sword that hung next to him was carefully pulled out as he reached the only staircase in this place leading up to the second floor. He had to take a moment to cool his mind, not wanting to take any chances of doing this and it going horribly wrong due to this panic that Damion himself must have wanted when showing himself in the window.
Neven glanced down at his sword and put it horizontally to the ground, smiling once again. With is free hand he placed it on the blade and slid it across the cool metal of the flat side, channeling magic over it. I was only a thin layer of his own magic, but it would be enough to instantly kill the vampire boy. Once this layer as broken the skin and touched his blood, he will burst into a brilliant candle of flames.
With that in mind Neven walked up the creaky staircase that lead to the last room of the dying inn. She hadn’t left and more than likely she was still standing in the same spot where he had last seen her. The morning sun was quickly rising so there wasn’t too much time for her to do anything. Her little friend on the other hand was a different story.
This wasn’t the time to think about it. With his free hand he silently gripped the door knob and opened up to see the small room before him. Just as he had thought, Kailen was still standing where he left her only moments before. With a small chuckle to himself Kailen turned around. Her eyes seemed to grow even wider with every step he took towards her.
“My dear frightened little girl,” Neven said sweetly. “I have been looking for you for a while now.”
He placed his hand on her trembling face. “You must be so scared to have been kidnapped by those blood thirsty vampires. This whole ordeal must be so hard on you. Do not worry I took care of a few of them for you; just like you had asked me to last night.”
Her gaze flashed to something behind him. Cold steal hovered just above his throat as a smile and small chuckle returned to his lips. This little sneak attack was something he expected of Damion. “I see your father has taught you well. Did you hide behind the door or did you manage to hid somewhere else in this inn and now just got in?”
“Take your hand off of her, unless you really don’t care for it anymore,” Damion’s voice almost growled at him.
“I see you still tend to fall into a more commoner way of speaking every time you lose some of that cool,” Neven said as if the threat didn’t even faze him. However his language slipped into vampire tongue as he continued to talk, “Well at least you have gotten better than the last time I saw you. That was what? One hundred years ago with Lyn if I’m not mistaken.”
The blade was pressed closer, now resting upon Neven’s neck with Damion answering in the same tongue, “This time I won’t be going empty handed. Now one last time, remove it or I’ll remove it for you.”
Neven once again chuckled and did as he was told. “My, it seems someone has gotten bigger in their britches. To find you out of your father’s protection is astounding, and here alone with my witch without a second thought. It must been you or your father that stole her from the city before I could get there.”
“This witch has a name,” Damion said normally once again. “Kailen isn’t a possession that you can go around taking. She has a will of her own.
Neven closed his eyes. “So you are just trying to play this role to make up for last time? You think you’re helping her will be this easy?” Neven reopened his eyes, glancing behind to Damion. “Would you like to know about her and what’s become of her? Or do you really feel like throwing all that out the window with a quick cut?”
Damion seemed to be taken back by this and in doing so his arm relaxed and taking half a step back. Neven smiled at this little blunder. With his free hand Neven quickly took Damion’s sword hand and twisted it as he twisted himself out. With a forceful thrust Neven stabbed at his heart, making it more or less an instant kill.
Something was wrong. The sword seemed to pierce the body just enough to draw the blood but not enough for anything else. Somehow the threaded sword didn’t make it to the heart nor did the vampire boy burst into a wondrous spectrum of light.
Neven’s eyes shifted to the blade in Damion. There was a difference in coloring from one end to the other. As he inched closer to the tip of the sword to find out what this was it shot back, leaving Damion seemingly unharmed. The hair on the back of his neck started to stand on end, more or less telling him to look behind him. What he found was not only terrifying but also intriguing: Kailen’s eyes had completely turned to gold.
Forgetting his sword and letting it drop to the ground he pulled a shield of air around him. He could see magic swirl around both Kailen and Damion, showing how much of a loose cannon Kailen was at the moment. Even her skin started to glow a red color as the room’s temperature increased. Before he realized anything else the force of the magic swirling around pinned him and his shield to the wall with the door.
Small fires started to form from the swirling magic as it started to press up against all the walls and both the floor and ceiling as Kailen moved to Damion. The room itself became a danger zone as she managed to start to drag him out of the place. Wood planks melted from the extreme heat she herself was creating. Where she was done pulling Damion safely out of danger, the floor oozed and fell apart into the room below them.
Only until they were safely out of the room and maybe even out of the building itself did the magic finally die down. Neven pulled himself off the wall he had thankfully been pinned to. That and a portion of the wall he was now leaning against with a small walk way was the only thing left of this room and even the one below it.
The power this girl could control…Neven glanced out to find that the sun had finally fully broken the horizon. Everything she just did was before even the red moon was full, something he wished to see once she was fully trained.
The rest of the Witch Hunters managed to either encircle the now fully opened inn or was standing in the hall in front of the room. Yet each and every one of them had about the same expression of confusion and horror. This only made Neven smile since he knew that this wasn’t everything she could do. The little girl still had many tricks she had up her sleeves just waiting to be found out.
“Did any of you manage to save the girl?” he asked in a commanding tone.
The one witch that was more or less in the door way flinched slightly at the question asked. Like most times the one to give him bad news was the one who didn’t luck out in the bet or small little shoving match. Neven could hear a small gulp as the witch started to talk, “No sir. Apparently the Vampire had put some kind of vampire spell on her and made her keep the magic that had melted these rooms up around her until she was out of sight. He had horses ready to go before hand. But with that wound I don’t think he’ll be going far and the spell should ware off.”
Neven walked to the safety of a solid floor, making the witches in the hall scramble to get out of the way. “This little problem has now gone over any one of your small brains. Return to the Headmaster to await orders from him in any other matter. I can handle it from here.”
With a cold smile he walked to that damn squeaky staircase that he had to walk up in the first place. And strangely enough it was even louder as he returned down to the main level. This was a major pain in his neck. This little girl was being more of a handful than he first thought it to be. Or rather the vampire not being dead would seem to be the bigger pain if it wasn’t for the fact of a few things.
All Neven had to do was to make it to the next vampire clan before them. Surely somehow Damion get all better and Kailen being this scared would make it a bit of a challenge on making it there before them. However knowing who it was that ran that clan, he would be staying there for a few days getting questions.
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Chapter 7

The night had fully consumed the day and everything that had happened. Kasandria, the red moon, was sheading a soft red tint throughout the trees and path before Kailen now. Ever since this morning and after a break for her horses she had been passing by blurs of trees in a frenzy to get to another town or somewhere for this vampire she had laying in front of her.
She didn’t know what to do about this. Her right arm was holding the saddle and also keeping Damion on the horse while her left held the reins as she leaned into him. Kailen had managed to stop Neven’s sword tip from entering his heart, but that was hours ago. Why she had even done it in the first place was beyond her. Kailen wanted nothing more than to just forget about him last night and kill him this morning, but when the killing came she stopped it. Maybe it was due to the fact Damion seemed to be standing up for her or maybe it was just her not thinking he was a vampire but what she did was done, with an inn melting as she got him upon the horse and rode off.
Something was wrong with the vampire and she knew it. Vampires healed like crazy, well at least fast than humans and even healing witches. Yet for some reason he wasn’t healing at all. Throughout the day he continued to bleed on her and with all this blood loss he would have been dead in a few hours. Her reasoning might have been due to the fact he took his energy from all the tress and managed to fix himself up enough to keep him alive, but not healed. She knew this wasn’t going to happen for long and his window was more than likely closing even faster now.
With a pull on the reins she had stopped the horse in what would be the best place to get this done at. It gave her full access to the moon light and good lighting on top of a chance to heighten her magic. Deep down in her somewhere Kailen knew that if she was going to do something it was going to be here. There had been no more of a perfect place on her dash than this right here. If she was going to do I, it was now.
Cautiously she slid off the left side on the horse, steading the vampire where he was. With one last look around the place and seeing a tree where she could set him Kailen glanced up to Damion upon the horse. How she managed to get him on there in the first place was the help of wind magic. How she was going to get him down was another story all together. He like just about everyone in here was much taller than her and only was adding to the problem at hand. And to put a cherry on top she couldn’t manage to have his wound get worse.
The only thing that would come to mind was to do exactly what she had done to get him on there in the first place. It was something she didn’t want to do but seemed she had to do, and thankfully the amount of magic wasn’t going to be too much of a waste.
Quickly she shook her head. No she wasn’t going to waste magic on the likes of him like that. Kailen was just going t deal with him more or less falling on her. With her left hand she reached up and grabbed a part of his shirt, pulling him towards her. It was just a bit too much and so he toppled onto her, sending them both to the ground. This was much easier for her though, as in she could drag him towards the tree she predetermined just for the vampire.
Now her next huge hurdle it seemed to take the blood soaked shirt he was wearing. She didn’t want to touch it nor could she really work with it on. Kailen just couldn’t bring herself to touch the blood. It wasn’t that she was afraid of blood, just vampire blood itself. In The School she was told that it would burn her if she had managed to keep ahold of it for too long. It could even burn through clothes showing how acidic it is.
Kailen closed her eyes tightly. Stay calm Kailen…it’s just a shirt with blood on it. Just take it off. With her eyes closed, or at least slightly closed, she managed to get it off the vampire without touching the blood on it. The wound seemed to have grown larger than the sword tip pierce she knew he had, making her wonder what had happened. Once again fresh blood started to slip down his cold pale skin like it was painting a picture.
Kailen but her bottom lip and squeezed her eyes tight once again. She was going to have to touch this blood and get it over with. What she couldn’t see with her own eyes she could feel. The magic spell she thought was just one big explosion was in fact many multiple chained bombs, and still in effect. Slowly they were making it to his heart where she suspected he would explode.
She pulled her hand away and shifted her gaze away from him. What am I thinking? He’s nothing but a stupid vampire for crying out load. To help him any further would be going against everything The School is about. Her eyes glanced back at him. His pale skin was a sickly pale color, even for a vampire like him. His breathing wasn’t steady and if something wasn’t done he would die under this tree because of her. Kailen shook her head. No we kill vampires! We do not save them!
She stood up and turned her back to him, yet Kailen found that she couldn’t take a step forward to leave him. Something inside of her was forcing her to stay. With a sigh she glanced around the forest. Finish what you started Kailen.
With quick movements of her wrist he twisted the air around her to sharpen the wind to cut down branches left and right. They skillfully fell around her as if there was nothing to this, however it wasn’t over just like that. Once all of them had fallen, or at least the amount that she needed, she quickly made a pile next to Damion with a fresh pile just to the side and got on her hands and knee. With a slow breath of air out onto the wood it instantly caught letting the fire roar to life.
She returned her attention back to Damion, replacing her hand on top of his bloody hole in his chest. Next step: Remove the remaining magic trapped inside of him. Kailen swallowed hard as she once again closed her eyes.
I can’t do this…I can’t bring myself to do this anymore. Her hand started to tremble just having it rest there. She could feel the magic getting closer to the heart as she just sat there. He was a ticking time bomb and she was the only way it could stop. What will happen if I save this vampire? What did I ever do to disserve this? “WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE ME?!” Kailen yelled out in frustration.
She cast her doubt to the side and reopened her eyes. Kailen felt like she had to do this, no; she knew she had to do this. The miniature explosions were chained to one another and eating away to his very heart. Once it got there Damion would die, which meant she had to stop that before any reached that far. And to make matters worse was the fact it was a chain. She had to cut the magic links exactly in the middle otherwise they would prematurely explode. All he had to do was use some of her wind magic to sever the link as well as getting it out of the wound.
Kailen pulled out the magic she had been doing just that. The bomb was a small round red colored ball, no more than a small pebble in your shoe, with two thin cords attached to it. Without a second thought about it she threw it over her shoulder and into the fire.
Heat suddenly grew around her as the light from the fire increased. She shielded Damion as the flames licked closely against her back. And as quickly as it happened it stopped. Kailen however was shaking even more, not moving. Her eyes had grown bigger and somehow she managed to start breathing once again. Not only could she not cut it wrong, but it seemed that throwing them into fire was a death wish for herself as well. This simple little magic trick wasn’t as simple as she first thought.
Her eyes managed to shift to Damion’s left hand. The same hand he slid a knife across to open a cut, smearing blood everywhere. It still boggled her mind as to why he did it in the first place, but the point was to why didn’t matter. The point here was that he had healed this in only one day after doing so.
“Looks like I have no choice in the matter,” She said out loud.
As carefully as she could while moving as fast as she dared, Kailen removed the rest of the magic. Any longer and the last one she barely managed to pull out would have reached his heart resulting in picking off all the Damion chunks on her. She couldn’t stand having the blood on her as it was. As for the magic balls Kailen places them in an individual barrier so not to make a mistake in them rolling away from her.
Second to last step: Heal as much as I can without killing him myself. Kailen replaced her hand over the deep wound, thankfully there was no more blood coming out. Yet something was screaming though her mind. What she had just done was treason to the highest degree in The School. She had to stop now. If I just let him bleed out nothing bad will happen. They might think, if I was found, that I killed him with all the blood on my hands as it is. Yeah that will work. Just let him bleed out. Nobody needs this one little lone non-vampire vampire in this world.
Kailen nodded her approval to the idea. “I mean he hasn’t been that big of a help to me to make me be in his debt. And I can sell him to make up for the money he spent this morning. He’s got to be worth something or another.”
Her hand went limp upon his chest, more like a light touch than anything else. And yet a small part in that screaming was trying to push up and let itself be heard. It was just a small part, but a part none the less.
“Then again he did give me food and water when I wasn’t going to be getting any when tied to the pole,” she countered herself. “And he did help me escape the vampires in that clan. Not to mention Neven this morning, if he didn’t say my name like that, saying I wasn’t a possession, I would have been taken for sure.”
That was the pushing factor right there. Kailen stiffly held her bloodied hand against Damion’s chest as she placed the other one on top of it. She had to fully concentrate on what it was she was going to do since she had a problem with healing other people as it was. A vampire wasn’t even human as far as she knew. However all she could do was heal the top layer of skin and muscle just under it. The rest was up to the vampire if she wanted to live or not.
Concentrating on the wound under her hands she channeled magic from herself to him. Just like she had hoped would happen the top layer of flesh recovered itself. The muscle reformed and knitted itself just a bit better than how it had been before it was cut. But that was all she dared to do. Getting any closer to the heart for you could accidentally kill the heart she had gone out of her way to save. She had closed off the wound and had managed it safely.
Kailen pulled her hands off of his chest. There was only one thing left to do and that was to dispose of the remaining magic. This was the last step that she needed to do for him. Once this was done she could finish with the other thing she had in mind to help with his recovery.
“This better work,” Kailen whispered to herself. “Otherwise this won’t turn out well for either of us in the long run…”



A sharp pain was coming from Damion’s chest. His breathing was uneven wither every awkward inhale he took. His whole insides felt like they were on fire, or at least very close to it. Setting aside the pain for a moment he forced his eyes to open.
The red moon was just above him in the cooler night’s air. Heat from a fire that he just realized he could feel was lighting up a small circle around him and the tree he was leaning against. He could see just a bit further out. Yet things weren’t adding up for him. The last thing he remembered was Kailen’s eyes filling up with gold as heat started to fill the room, not to mention the sword in his chest. As to what had happened after that he didn’t know; and for that matter he didn’t know what happened to Kailen.
His eyes glanced down towards his feet to find Kailen seemingly asleep. However what he didn’t expect to find were her hands chard. Was it that she burned something and it backfired on her or maybe it was him?
Quickly he placed a hand on his chest to find no burn marks, though his hand felt wet. When Damion returned his hand to the front of his face there wasn’t anything but water there, and not blood. That didn’t seem right. He felt the sword go into his chest and right where his heart should be. Thinking that what he found was wrong he glanced down at his own chest to find nothing: not a burn mark, not a stich, not a scratch, and nothing but a bit of water on him.
As he tried to figure this out Kailen start to cough without any warning. He returned his gaze to her to find that she was on her hands and knees, her body shaking. With every involuntary hack it was getting worse; almost like she had gotten something lodged in her throat.
Damion, without thinking, leaned forward to get to his feet and help her to find that the pain was still fresh and was going to keep him restrained to where he sat. With a groan of pain he was forced to lie where he once was again and helplessly watch her.
Smoke started to leak out of her nose and a bit from her own mouth. The black substance puffed up and circled around her head, not floating off in any other direction. Kailen placed her right hand on her chest like it was hurting her from choking so much. Slowly she slid her hand up and along her throat, sending even more smoke. Still her hand was moving along until it reached her mouth where she stuck two fingers in through all the thick substance already getting out.
As she pulled her fingers back out he couldn’t help but notice there was a light shining. The smoke that was condensing and swirling around her head stopped as her two fingers returned back out, holding something blinding. Damion had to manage to pull up his right hand to shield his eyes from this; that was until the next moment. The smoke, like an arrow, sucked itself into this ball of light making it manageable to the eyes.
Now taking his hand away Damion could really look to see what it was she was holding between her pointer and middle fingers. And what it was almost shocked him; what Kailen had in before him was a miniature sun. It was yellowish in color that intrigued the mind as you stared at it. Something about the orb was different, even queer. Damion didn’t know much about magic if any at all, but the thing Kailen had just done didn’t seem possible.
“What…what is that thing?” he asked through his teeth.
Kailen’s eyes, almost glassy from what looked like tear marks on her face, gazed at him. God threads filled most her iris; the same color and type of gold that he had seen before he blacked out. Those stunning eyes shifted in a way that would have equaled a very annoyed sigh.
“This would have gone over much easier if you were still sleeping.” Kailen said in a low tone.
Slowly she started to crawl towards him; sun ball right where it was when she pulled it out. Damion on the other hand wasn’t so sure if he should risk trying to escape with the pain still in play or stay put wondering what it was she was going to do to him and with that sun. But it turned too late to try and run at this point. Kailen was sitting on his numb legs for maybe that very reason.
Her attention went back to the sun between her fingers. It couldn’t have been any bigger than a grape but here she was staring at it like it was some kind of miracle pill. It took away all of her thoughts and every one of her senses. And just like that she bit half of it off.
Damion’s purple eyes grew wide in disbelief. “You just took that out of your own chest! Why would you put half of it back? Why did you even take it out if you were going to do that in the end?!”
She glared at him, but unlike the normal glares this one seemed like it had death spelled behind it before going back to the more annoyed expression. Wither her free hand she slammed it against the tree he was still leaning against, keeping him right where he was. Kailen’s other hand, which held the other half of the thing she just ate; she brought it up to his mouth. “Eat it damn vampire…”
Damion snapped his mouth shut and sucked in his lips in so there was no way she could get that in his mouth. He wasn’t going to take any chances about this.
“It won’t hurt you!” she yelled out of frustration.
Unexpectedly she used her elbow against him. The bone lightly dug into the newly closed wound, yet the pain was unbearable even from that. It was too much for Damion to take and in the end he opened his mouth and screamed in pain. Kailen used that time to stuff the thing into his mouth.
With her now free hand she covered his mouth, making sure he didn’t spit it out. “Now sallow it. It’ll help with your inner wounds and regain your energy faster than just dealing with all this pain.”
Reluctantly he did as he was told and swallowed it. As it slid down his throat it vanished into nothingness; as if it returned to the light it once was before all of this.
Kailen slowly pulled her hand off of his mouth, dropping it to her side. In just one moment her whole body language and attitude in general drastically changed. She seemed as if a powerful gust of wind would just not only knock her over but blow her away. She was so far away even though Damion could reach out and touch her without a problem.
Gradually she got off of his leg with her arms lifelessly dragging along with her. It looked like she was going to sit next to the fire, however that didn’t happen. Instead she just flopped sideways and laid there.
Damion glanced down at her, a bit worried. “Kailen…what di-” A sharp pain passed through, elongating the word. “-id you do?”
“A taboo…” she replied lifelessly. “Something that can never have any hope in going back.”
“What do you mean by…that?” he asked confused.
Kailen flipped onto her back and more or less forced her head to turn his way, but not looking at him. “I just healed a vampire, the enemy of The School.”
“No, what did you do?” he not such asked as he stated.
She glared at him, bringing back her old self he had been around for the past few days. “I just took out a very complicated spell out of you. Neven laced his blade with a faint magic where he planned to have you explode once it entered your body. I didn’t notice what he was doing until the moment just before the blade stabbed you. I thought I stopped the spell from working…but it was made up of multiple explosions. Some small portion managed to stay and eat away at the wound, making it impossible for you to heal yourself.
“So I had to make a decision. To let the magic eat away to your heart and let you explode or stop it and save your life as you can see I’ve done.” Kailen’s gaze shifted to the ground. “So since I’m already considered broken why not add to the list and heal a vampire. I mean I’m already in trouble with me just running away from Neven the first night, and if I show up there again…no there is no going back.”
“How can you be broken?” Damion asked with the confusion not leaving. “If you are a witch and can do magic, than how is that broken?”
“You really are stupid aren’t you,” Kailen replied. She grabbed a small stick she had for the fire and blew at the other end she wasn’t holding. A blue light sat perfectly at the top of it and with quick movements she wrote five words in the air: SMOKE. WATER, FIRE, EARTH, and WIND.
“Smoke, water, fire, earth, wind,” she recited back. “They are not only the five magic’s we have but also tell us what kind of witch you are. The five basic houses, the powers so to say; can only hold itself and two others under it. Smoke: fire and wind. Water: wind and earth. Fire: earth and wind. Earth: water and fire. Wind: water and smoke. Once your magic shows up you are placed under one of the houses based on what magic you have.
“There are rules in the houses as well. Water and Fire magic can’t belong under any other house together but Earth. Something about the combination of the three balances one another out. Water and Fire are opposites that can’t work well with one another within the witch.”
“What do you mean by that?” Damion asked. “Opposites? Is there a flow or something within you?”
She nodded. “Yes all magic has a weakness and a strength. Think of it like a wheel with the five groups at one spot along it with arrows pointing to another one. We’ll start at Smoke. Smoke points to Water and is pointed to by Wind. This means that Smoke is weak against Wind magic but strong against Water magic. From Water we point to Fire. Water beats Fire magic and is weak against Smoke magic. Earth is pointed to by Fire and points to Wind. Beats Wind; loses to Fire. And the other two I think you can fit into their places.
“Now with that circle comes a flow of magic. Fire and Water are very strong magic while Wind and Smoke are the lighter ones; Earth is like the base magic. Think of the circle with this in mind. The stronger magic on the bottom with the other two on top and Earth in the middle. Of the bottom two, Fire is the hardest to handle while smoke is the tougher magic of the weaker ones.”
Kailen paused for a moment before continuing. “The weaker magic must rely on one another and hold onto Fire or Water like crazy. No matter which way you look at it; Wind and Smoke will pair up and hold onto the stronger magic. The two strong magic have to hold onto the base magic, Earth, and Wind to balance it out. Earth however can’t be with Wind since Wind is the air and Earth is the ground. They are complete opposites and can never touch. Same with Water and Smoke and Water and Fire like I said before. The only time Fire and Water combine is with Earth; like I said. Yet Smoke can have water due to the fact Wind is there to balance it out.
“To make this easier to understand think of the rules like this: Earth can’t fly unless you make it. Smoke can’t get wet unless there is air between them. Water and Fire can’t see one another unless there is Earth between them. These are unspoken rules that every witch can’t help but follow. But I think these are the most secret magic rules that no one can break. It’s impossible to do anyway.”
Damion took all of this in, letting what she said fully make sense. “That is simple if you think about it. But I do not see the problem with you. You have both Fire and Wind. I have seen them both in the last few days.”
She wrote more words under the first five that illuminated the air above her. “All five of these houses have one special ability that none of the others can do. It doesn’t even matter if they have the same magic. Smoke can mess with time. Water has healing. Fire can produce lightning. Earth is a master of metal. And Wind…Wind can see through illusions made by smoke magic. It takes time to learn theses and you can only master one; the one that your house falls under. That is another important rule.”
“So what’s the problem?” he asked. “I cannot see anything wrong with what you said.”
“It’s a problem because I broke three rules,” Kailen answered as she waved her stick through the words she had written; erasing them. “I have Fire. I have Wind. I don’t have Earth so I couldn’t belong under the Fire house. Nor do I have Smoke; so the Wind house is out too. What I also have is healing. I have that one and only Water house special that I shouldn’t have. I cross the circle that has never been crossed no matter how you look at it. I shouldn’t have healing if I have no Water; and Fire and Water never meet but under the Earth house. And not only do I have one that I shouldn’t have…I have the Wind one as well.”
Her arm fell to the ground limply. Something had thrown her back into the state of being she was in just before talking about this. It was as if she had just said something very reviling and personal that he could use against her; just as he had done the night before.
“Don’t move around too much,” she said in a drone like tone. “The energy that I gave you won’t keep the pain away forever. Your insides are still in dangers of killing you. Mainly your heart. I might have healed the top layer, but the rest is far from done. That’s your problem to deal with.”
He blinked. Damion didn’t even realize that the pain wasn’t there until she had said something about it. And as to when it went away he could be for sure either. It was amazing what she had done for him, and at the cost of being called a traitor in the witches eyes as well.
“I do not see why you could not just walk back into that school of yours,” Damion said with a note of matter-of-fact ringing through his voice as he glanced to the side. “No one would even know what happened here but me and you. They only saw you take me away and for all they know I made you. And as for you being broken…you can use magic so that is more of a witch than I could ever hope to be.”
Kailen got the joke and sadly laughed to herself, “If it was only that simple. But Neven…he…he saw…me.”
“Then let us make a point in not running into him anymore,” he replied with a smile more too himself than anything else.
His gaze turned over to Kailen. She had fallen asleep where she was laying, stick in hand and everything. The fire lit up her whole face with a soft glow, helping to the fact that she looked so peaceful and tranquil. It was a spell of its own. Nothing looked like it could disturb the warm look that she wore when she was like this. It was a side of Kailen that she didn’t show him when she was awake.
He let out a sigh and looked up at the moons above him, but mostly the red one. “What has this world come to? A witch and a vampire helping one another? Is this back in the old days when the three keepers were first around.” Damion closed his eyes and his mind started to trail off. “No one will believe this either, let alone care. Witches and vampires…living side by side…with…one another…”
That as it. His mind finally shut off as he fell asleep against the tree he had only just found himself.
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Chapter 8

Thein was walking back and forth between a tree and the newly formed campsite. They had moved further away from Ethowine to a spot in their territory not seen in a while. The trees were thicker where everyone made camp however they were fairly close to a rundown village only about a day’s journey or so depending on what happened. Yes it could have been seen as a risky move but one needed for his small clan to survive with.
However what he didn’t understand was what happened after Sten and him returned. Witch Hunters were off in pairs and one is a set of three. They made sure they helped with the building fire. Neven was also there with his new look favoring with normal people in the country of Kental. He was by himself only armed with what looked to be a sword. But when he started to win with the blade and it stabbed into them, in a matter of seconds the poor kid was blown up. Not into millions of pieces but a good chunk was missing, killing them instantly.
He managed to get Sten and a few of the other scouts to direct the screaming vampires out and closer to a different village that was more or less gone with a few die heart villagers trying to make a life for themselves. Yes it wasn’t going to be for very long due to the fact these humans could barely have enough to keep themselves going.
But what was worrying him was the fact he sent out some scouts to see this village yesterday. Yes this was the second best team he had, right behind Damion and Sten, but this wasn’t really much of a mission to deal with. He had asked them to see try and track down his son during the confusion, but they should have been back by now and it was weighing heavily upon his mind as he quickened his walking from tree to post mark.
With the coming of night things were not going well for his worrying. His thoughts went from worrying about what was going on now to thoughts around that night. Neven has clearly come after his witch, but there is something very wrong with this picture. She wasn’t sent by him if she had fled before he could safely get to her. But the mark was seen, clear as day on her left forearm. He hasn’t been fixated on anything since that girl who helped started the school…whatever the hell her name was.
Finally the horn blew before his mind could wonder any further into this. The scouts he had sent in had finally come back a day later. You would think a lot of the worry on his shoulders would be taken off of him, but by the looks of their faces it wasn’t really that.
When they still hadn’t said a word Thein started to let the impatience show. “Well?!”
The two exchanged looks between one another for a moment before the one on the right spoke up. “We managed to track Damion and the girl down to the village inn just close to here. We weren’t sure what to do as they went into the inn but as a few hours passed it seemed Damion went around looking for horses. By the time we were going to confront him the Witch Hunters and Neven came around, making it harder to do anything. The moments before dawn broke Neven went up into the room…” The scout stopped himself and looked at his partner.
Thein’s impatience wasn’t going to die quietly as he started to yell once again. “And then what? What happened?!”
The other scout quickly glanced at the first speaker, receiving a nod before looking Thein in the eyes. “After the few minutes had passed with nothing going on with Neven, the witch, and Damion still in it the room…” He shuffled uncomfortably. “Nothing was standing after that. The room and the one below it seemed to explode from the inside and melt. The witch was seen dragging him and managing to get him onto a horse before fleeing north.”
Thein motioned the two to follow him as he turned to the main tent, losing himself in thoughts once again. Damn. She still has him and what’s worse is the fact of as to where she is heading, out of my range. Thein’s gut twisted during this. And Neven is personally following her, more than likely tried to kill Damion. For him to be dragged out I wouldn’t put it past Neven that he at least tried.
At some point the worried Thein walked into the main tent steaming. Sten, Bennold and a few others were already waiting for him to return and say something. “The witch is taking Damion through Mailain’s territory. I and two others will be going in after him before this little charade escalates any further.”
Sten, who was already standing in front of a map, looked down and studied it. “Considering how far her own camp is and how Damion has been given a head start we could make it there in three days. Giving us a day or two behind. Knowing Mailain this is all we need in order to grab him.”
Thein smiled at the young vampire. “I knew I could count on you lad. Just make sure you are ready for anything.” His glance shifted to Bennold who seemed to have the looks of a person on the brink of sickness and was starting to overcome it.
Bennold straitened himself as much as he could. “I would be glad to go in after the boy with you.”
“I bet you would be,” Thein replied. “However I need you to do something much more important.”
The older vampire seemed to relax a bit as he gave Thein a strange look. “What is it?”
“I need you to look after the clan until I return,” Thein replied in a very serious tone before his red eyes were placed on a female vampire. “However I will take Glyndon with me on this trip.” His shift returned to Bennold. “Can I trust you with this task?”
Bennold quickly restrained himself and nodded. “You will have no worries about this sir. I will protect them, even if it costs me my own life.”
Thein smiled at him, “I will count on it.” His red eyes quickly glanced between the two before him that were going with him just to give the unspoken word of leaving. They were ready for it, already having everything on them beforehand like they normally did when on high alert.
Without a word to anyone else, since this was no secret to the whole clan as a whole, the three disappeared into the woods and were silent for a moment. It was eerie even for vampires.
“Damion isn’t dead,” Sten said finally, cutting the tension. “If he was then we all would know something about it.”
Thein chuckled to himself at these words before the silence took over again, fully pulling everyone’s mind into what was before them.




Bennold had watched the three race off out of the camp and disappear into the night before them. Only after a moment for insurance did he finally let his crooked smile slip onto his face. Yes…I will be keeping the clan safe and fully feed on what we really hunger for and not animals. This I can do no problem.
With Thein finally out of the picture Bennold could fully extend his reach and act more freely to pull things around for the clan. And with the witch’s blood flowing though his veins still, he had all the power he could ever hope for. She was by far the key to everything. If she hadn’t had stumbled into their range then this little take over wouldn’t have been so easily done.
He closed his eyes and took in a deep breathe, savoring the moment. Once his eyes opened once again things were viewed in a different light. These people were going to make it out of this slump, these cowering people around him. And he was the one to do it.
His red eyes glanced over at one of the vampires that was standing next to him, ready for something. “I think it’s time to go and tell the boys the plan has started and to meet back up in the main tent.”
The younger vampire nodded and disappeared into the clan, giving the word to all those loyal to Bennold and his plan to take over the clan.
Bennold walked back into the tent and glanced over the country map that showed where not only Thein’s range extended but also Mailain’s. “Thein will be able to get to her clan fairly quickly with those two. It will only take three days like the brat said it would. If we are to catch up we will have to leave as soon as possible.” But if I want get what should be mine Thein will have to be taken out of the picture for good. Then Damion will be next unless he never shows up again. Hopefully it is that easy where Neven managed to kill him.
He pulled out a knife and plunged it into Mailain’s main camp. “But if he happens to be alive then she will keep him there for long enough for Thein to get there. And if I get there quick enough I can just burn the three of them and get rid of their stench all together. I’ll figure out something with her stupid little clan later.”
Bennold’s eyes rest on the handful of vampires that were now standing before him. Each looked from one another before glancing back at him, each having mixed emotions about what they just heard. But now it was too late for that, now they were to be moving everything along.
“Get the clan ready to head out,” Bennold said with a half sneer. “We’re expanding out lands to give ourselves the best range ever known. Everyone will be ready by dawn or be left behind to fend for themselves. Understood?”
A pause, not a big one but just big enough for him to raise an eyebrow before they nodded and went back into the clan, giving out orders of moving. Some of the voices were pleased and some seemed frazzled, but no one seemed to mind leaving this place.
Bennold glanced back at the map before him. This wasn’t going to take much longer, just another few days and the clan was going to be his forever.
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