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seek … you will want to search in Rome. I hear that the holy men of the Vatican are keeping it under lock and key.”
“So it does exist?” Alec asked.
Again Luciano shrugged his shoulders. “It is believed that a rebel recorded our history in this manuscript, but I cannot tell you if it still exists.”
“Don’t you realize what could happen if Omar follows through with this plan to dominate all vampires? Already his followers feed off of the fear they inspire in the mortals. They do not treat them as a necessity, but as a feast.”
“Omar is a fool and will perish because of it. His brothers must intervene … it is not my concern.”
“But you are the most powerful of the ancients. It would be easy for you to stop him,” Alec insisted, boldly stepping toward Luciano.
“Neither species is worth the trouble,” Luciano glared at Alec. “Now be on your way. I have grown tired of this exchange of meaningless words.”
“Maybe you are a coward and are afraid to go against Omar?” Alec knew his words were a mistake, but he could not take them back, and wouldn’t have, even if he could.
An unnatural light entered Luciano’s eyes. It was the only sign of his rage. “You will remove yourself from my sight Alec Norwood, or you will die with Omar.”
Alec’s own rage gripped him and he wanted to fly toward Luciano and tear the vampire to pieces. What right did these ancients have to keep the truth hidden from their own kind?
It took every ounce of control to keep from going with his instincts. He would not survive a fight with Luciano. No vampire in existence would. Luciano’s mind was so powerful, that he could pierce the heart and brain, and bleed his victims to death, without ever physically touching them. He was just as deadly to the vampires as he was the human race, maybe more so.
* * * *
The fading sun cast the forest deep in shadow. Sarah followed her aunt down the narrow path to the large clearing. For almost a hundred years, the Coven of Lazar had gathered for their celebrations and Sabbaths in the woods near Sutter Point. The area was surrounded with thick pines and foliage. It would not be easy to find, unless you knew where to look.
Sarah lifted the hem of her robe to keep it from catching on low-lying branches and rocks. Though she had been fighting against the idea of being initiated into the coven, she found her excitement growing. After all, the coven was her heritage and a part of who she was.
The scent of burning wood filled the air. In the clearing a large bonfire burned, and dozens of people in bright colored robes of yellow, blue and green milled around, preparing for the night’s festivities. Sarah’s robe was black, the color of the initiate. Once she had gone through the rites, she would then wear a robe of another color.
The Coven of Lazar consisted of nearly fifty members, but many of them lived nowhere near Sutter Point. Coven members would travel from all over the country to attend the Sabbaths in Sutter Point.
Jeanie carried a large bowl of cakes that would be included in the feast once the ceremonies were done. She handed the bowl off to another member of the coven, and grabbed Sarah’s hand. The two of them followed another path to a smaller clearing, where Sarah would wait until it was time for the initiation rites.
Aunt Jeanie pointed to the bench. “You can wait here. Someone will come and get you when it’s time.”
Sarah sat on the bench. Being the only initiate, she would remain in the clearing alone, until it was time for her to join the rest of the coven. Someone had lit a small fire near the bench, so she wouldn’t be left in total darkness once the sun was down.
The forest beyond the clearing was already murky. Sarah peered into that darkness, hoping that Darrien was out there waiting for night - waiting for the moment that he could come to her. With a deep sigh, Sarah pushed the thought away. She had not seen him since that night on the
“So it does exist?” Alec asked.
Again Luciano shrugged his shoulders. “It is believed that a rebel recorded our history in this manuscript, but I cannot tell you if it still exists.”
“Don’t you realize what could happen if Omar follows through with this plan to dominate all vampires? Already his followers feed off of the fear they inspire in the mortals. They do not treat them as a necessity, but as a feast.”
“Omar is a fool and will perish because of it. His brothers must intervene … it is not my concern.”
“But you are the most powerful of the ancients. It would be easy for you to stop him,” Alec insisted, boldly stepping toward Luciano.
“Neither species is worth the trouble,” Luciano glared at Alec. “Now be on your way. I have grown tired of this exchange of meaningless words.”
“Maybe you are a coward and are afraid to go against Omar?” Alec knew his words were a mistake, but he could not take them back, and wouldn’t have, even if he could.
An unnatural light entered Luciano’s eyes. It was the only sign of his rage. “You will remove yourself from my sight Alec Norwood, or you will die with Omar.”
Alec’s own rage gripped him and he wanted to fly toward Luciano and tear the vampire to pieces. What right did these ancients have to keep the truth hidden from their own kind?
It took every ounce of control to keep from going with his instincts. He would not survive a fight with Luciano. No vampire in existence would. Luciano’s mind was so powerful, that he could pierce the heart and brain, and bleed his victims to death, without ever physically touching them. He was just as deadly to the vampires as he was the human race, maybe more so.
* * * *
The fading sun cast the forest deep in shadow. Sarah followed her aunt down the narrow path to the large clearing. For almost a hundred years, the Coven of Lazar had gathered for their celebrations and Sabbaths in the woods near Sutter Point. The area was surrounded with thick pines and foliage. It would not be easy to find, unless you knew where to look.
Sarah lifted the hem of her robe to keep it from catching on low-lying branches and rocks. Though she had been fighting against the idea of being initiated into the coven, she found her excitement growing. After all, the coven was her heritage and a part of who she was.
The scent of burning wood filled the air. In the clearing a large bonfire burned, and dozens of people in bright colored robes of yellow, blue and green milled around, preparing for the night’s festivities. Sarah’s robe was black, the color of the initiate. Once she had gone through the rites, she would then wear a robe of another color.
The Coven of Lazar consisted of nearly fifty members, but many of them lived nowhere near Sutter Point. Coven members would travel from all over the country to attend the Sabbaths in Sutter Point.
Jeanie carried a large bowl of cakes that would be included in the feast once the ceremonies were done. She handed the bowl off to another member of the coven, and grabbed Sarah’s hand. The two of them followed another path to a smaller clearing, where Sarah would wait until it was time for the initiation rites.
Aunt Jeanie pointed to the bench. “You can wait here. Someone will come and get you when it’s time.”
Sarah sat on the bench. Being the only initiate, she would remain in the clearing alone, until it was time for her to join the rest of the coven. Someone had lit a small fire near the bench, so she wouldn’t be left in total darkness once the sun was down.
The forest beyond the clearing was already murky. Sarah peered into that darkness, hoping that Darrien was out there waiting for night - waiting for the moment that he could come to her. With a deep sigh, Sarah pushed the thought away. She had not seen him since that night on the
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