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Authors: Jacquelyn Frank
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As if the evidence of her Vampire lover’s existence called him forth, Nicodemous drifted out of the shadows and appeared at Ruth’s side. The smell of them together made Leah gag, making her realize that not all of her senses had been taken from her. What she smelled was the rottenness that filled the flesh of any creature who dabbled in black magics. Selfish, offensive magics. The past decade had shown the Nightwalker world that it was not always so. Natural-born Witches who used well-meant magic in selfless and defensive ways remained clean-smelling and pure. But once they began to dabble in darker arts, they became addicted to them like a poisonous drug, and that drug made them stink of their evilness to any other Nightwalker that came near.
Ruth and Nico reeked of their addiction, their eyes shining in a peculiar way that warned you they were probably a little bit insane from all their power mongering, from all the ways they had altered themselves over the years as they grew stronger and stronger.
“Well, listen to that,” Nico mused as he, too, leaned forward to peer at her. “She’s barely old enough for Fostering and yet her mind reeks of that self-important righteously moral propaganda you Demons are so fond of spewing.”
“Oh, but more than that,” Ruth whispered in a breathless way. “She’s thinking about us , Nico, and how she can go about getting rid of us .”
Panic infused every cell in Leah’s body. Suddenly all the implications of being helpless at the hands of the Demon and, more importantly, the Vampire, who could potentially absorb her power, struck Leah. Since a Vampire could only gain one power from drinking the blood of a Nightwalker, and Leah only had one power to speak of, then that meant ... It made her sick to her stomach to think that Ruth and Nico might obtain her ability to move through time. Suddenly the small ramifications of her one somewhat selfish act meant nothing in the face of the damage these two could do if they gained control over Time and began to leap back and forth within it, changing whatever they wanted to, sneaking up on unwitting historical figures who could never be prepared for their coming.
“I do so love it when they panic,” Ruth mused to her partner, reaching out to fluff a curl near his ear. “They forget we can read their minds and start spewing information in their thoughts.”
“Yes, it is rather handy, is it not?” Nicodemous agreed.
Nico reached down and plucked Leah up by her shirtfront, the T-shirt material stretching under her dead weight as he yanked her up closer to his face and the vicious mouthful of fangs he flashed at her.
“So, morsel, you think you have the key to something your betters have never been able to accomplish? You think you have what it takes to destroy us?”
“She may be right,” Ruth supposed. “If she found a way to attack us before we were strong enough ...” The demented Demon straightened her posture and gently stroked her long, graceful fingers down the length of her braid. “Rip out her throat. Drink what you can and kill the little bitch. Then we’ll have the power of Time and there will be no one to stop us.”
“Finally ... finally I will be Prince of the Vampires,” Nico snarled. “Let Damien find a way to fight me from his crib!”
And in a single savage act he flashed an angry mouthful of fangs at the young girl and sank them viciously into her delicate neck.
Leah screamed. She knew that all it would take was one wrenching pull and she’d be flayed open to bleed to death like her mother had. And all it would take was one swallow and all of the Nightwalker worlds could fall into chaos.
Her panic triggered her power, which whipped through her like the blade of a razor, painful and uncontrolled, nothing but pure instinct. Every molecule of her body began to individually flee from her attacker, leaping through the only thing she had the smallest bit of control of.
Leaping through
As if the evidence of her Vampire lover’s existence called him forth, Nicodemous drifted out of the shadows and appeared at Ruth’s side. The smell of them together made Leah gag, making her realize that not all of her senses had been taken from her. What she smelled was the rottenness that filled the flesh of any creature who dabbled in black magics. Selfish, offensive magics. The past decade had shown the Nightwalker world that it was not always so. Natural-born Witches who used well-meant magic in selfless and defensive ways remained clean-smelling and pure. But once they began to dabble in darker arts, they became addicted to them like a poisonous drug, and that drug made them stink of their evilness to any other Nightwalker that came near.
Ruth and Nico reeked of their addiction, their eyes shining in a peculiar way that warned you they were probably a little bit insane from all their power mongering, from all the ways they had altered themselves over the years as they grew stronger and stronger.
“Well, listen to that,” Nico mused as he, too, leaned forward to peer at her. “She’s barely old enough for Fostering and yet her mind reeks of that self-important righteously moral propaganda you Demons are so fond of spewing.”
“Oh, but more than that,” Ruth whispered in a breathless way. “She’s thinking about us , Nico, and how she can go about getting rid of us .”
Panic infused every cell in Leah’s body. Suddenly all the implications of being helpless at the hands of the Demon and, more importantly, the Vampire, who could potentially absorb her power, struck Leah. Since a Vampire could only gain one power from drinking the blood of a Nightwalker, and Leah only had one power to speak of, then that meant ... It made her sick to her stomach to think that Ruth and Nico might obtain her ability to move through time. Suddenly the small ramifications of her one somewhat selfish act meant nothing in the face of the damage these two could do if they gained control over Time and began to leap back and forth within it, changing whatever they wanted to, sneaking up on unwitting historical figures who could never be prepared for their coming.
“I do so love it when they panic,” Ruth mused to her partner, reaching out to fluff a curl near his ear. “They forget we can read their minds and start spewing information in their thoughts.”
“Yes, it is rather handy, is it not?” Nicodemous agreed.
Nico reached down and plucked Leah up by her shirtfront, the T-shirt material stretching under her dead weight as he yanked her up closer to his face and the vicious mouthful of fangs he flashed at her.
“So, morsel, you think you have the key to something your betters have never been able to accomplish? You think you have what it takes to destroy us?”
“She may be right,” Ruth supposed. “If she found a way to attack us before we were strong enough ...” The demented Demon straightened her posture and gently stroked her long, graceful fingers down the length of her braid. “Rip out her throat. Drink what you can and kill the little bitch. Then we’ll have the power of Time and there will be no one to stop us.”
“Finally ... finally I will be Prince of the Vampires,” Nico snarled. “Let Damien find a way to fight me from his crib!”
And in a single savage act he flashed an angry mouthful of fangs at the young girl and sank them viciously into her delicate neck.
Leah screamed. She knew that all it would take was one wrenching pull and she’d be flayed open to bleed to death like her mother had. And all it would take was one swallow and all of the Nightwalker worlds could fall into chaos.
Her panic triggered her power, which whipped through her like the blade of a razor, painful and uncontrolled, nothing but pure instinct. Every molecule of her body began to individually flee from her attacker, leaping through the only thing she had the smallest bit of control of.
Leaping through
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