Late Spring~ 1896
Two more weeks had passed—then finally my dear friend had returned. As the vampire entered my home, trepidation washed through me. For I knew Tristen well and the news he was about to disclose would uncover this mystery.
Taking a seat across my desk, he handed me a tattered scroll. As I unrolled the document, Tristen began telling all.
“The document within your hands is proof this wizard no longer lives. However, the spell he cast upon the talisman still exists. For centuries, it was guarded by others of his kind. Then a battle took place between the ‘evil undead’ and the powerful warlocks. Their ruthless fighting lasted throughout the night—the vampires being the victors. Before ripping out their leaders’ heart—he offered the undead a bargain. His life spared in exchange for the amulet and its powers. Being the lustful traitors the ‘evil of our kind’ are—they accepted his offer. Only to be fooled in the end—for the stone turned out to be useless. Its original spell—one that never could be broken or removed.”
Even more frustrated, I asked. “Tristen, I must know, was Isabella this wizard’s obsession?”
Exhaling, my friend continued. “Lucian the night your sibling disappeared, I’m afraid will forever remain a mystery. Naught has been discovered since you last looked into her death. If you are asking from what I uncovered—was Isabella the woman this wizard courted. Yes, something within me believes she was his obsession.”
Struggling to remain in control, I fought to calm the beast within. “Who possessed the amulet after the undead deemed it useless?”
“The talisman has not been seen for centuries until the night Cassandra and Beth found it resting upon the crypt in the cemetery. How and why it has reappeared is still unknown.”
“You know as I Tristen… nothing in our world happens by chance. Some being is seeking out my niece! By-the-gods-above I must find out why.”
Tristen sighed, “Though centuries have passed. The Monroe blood exists within Cassandra. All one—needs to create a spell is a living element from their intended. It could be a strand of hair, or a spilled tear. I believe that is why it has sought out your niece. For it cannot tell one from the other.”
“So what do you suggest? I cannot keep Cassandra locked away in this house forever. She is a vampire—the freedom to roam the earth is what keeps us sane! And what of Grayson was he aware of this so called legend?”
“The bastard our dearly beloved Kara still allows to walk this earth gave his word. He will look deeper into the matter. Though he knew of this wizard, the vampire paid little attention to him.” Annoyed, Tristen wiped at his tired eyes. “For a moment Lucian, I actually sensed sorrow within his blackened heart. For it were, as if he ‘himself’ regretted much of the past.”
After what he did to Kara, that was an emotion, I thought Grayson Moore incapable of. “As you and I have discussed supremacy only leaves one empty within. The vampire chose his destiny… blinded by the power he sought—he lost sight of what truly matters.”
“Regardless of what I sensed within, I will never trust him. However, I will play on his assistance to ensure Cassandra’s safety.”
I met Tristen’s stare, “Am I to assume you will be staying in New Orleans? At least until this matter is resolved.”
“I will be resting within the city. For I sense you will need my assistance in protecting the child. Her impatience regarding the situation is becoming quite apparent.”
At that moment Tristen stood and bid me good night. Both of us in agreement, tomorrow once the sun set. We would take Cassandra and Beth out for the evening. As I also longed for the freedom only being one with the night satisfied.
Coming in March~
(Book #3 in my vampire series)
This work of fiction will feature two stories. One centered on Lucian and Jordan. The other revealing the mysteries of the vampire ‘The Being’ introduced in my second novel.