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accept her as a Nelek Child or Servio .”
Kerestyan steadied himself as the beast in his stomach unfurled and crimson danced at the edges of his vision. While he believed Logan to be an exception to the modern human rule, that didn’t mean his Father would. “You’re only giving her a fifty percent chance. What if she doesn’t pass his tests?”
“Then she dies, Kerestyan. But the blame for her death, should it come to that, lies at both of your feet. She allowed the degradation of this city, the breakdown of society combined with the vice available on every pathetic corner, to affect her. However, you alone bear the burden of allowing ignorance to flourish among the Fledglings you allow to exist.” He jammed a ghostly finger into Kerestyan’s chest. “You are just as responsible for Logan’s situation as she is.”
“You think every Fledgling is ignorant, Vouclade,” Kerestyan snapped as he knocked his brother’s hand away. “You also never, in any time period, approved of this city. Your opinion is biased by old, stagnant views, which is exactly why I took a city full of Fledglings. I may be partly responsible for Logan’s misfortune, but I’m not going to slaughter droves of young vampires who have nothing to do with this situation, simply for existing.”
Vouclade’s eyes snapped with grey fire. “You are just as ignorant as your Fledglings.”
“Hey Mr. Mad Scientist, why don’t you fuck off and leave my brother…” Odin didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence, mainly because Vouclade snapped out a boney hand and severed his tongue.
Vouclade used Odin’s tongue to punctuate his own words. “The next time you address me as such, you childish waste of blood, I’ll remove your nervous system while you watch.” He turned back to Kerestyan. “I’ll be advising Father of Logan’s situation. If I were you, I’d prepare to hear from him.” Having spit his last bit of venom, Vouclade disappeared in a cold gust of wind.
Kerestyan stared down at the empty space in front of him. Sometimes the second eldest of the Nelek Children caused more trouble than he was worth. However, much to Kerestyan’s dismay, there was little he could do to change the views of someone as old as Vouclade.
Forcing the thought from his mind, he pulled a towel from the rack by the sink and held it out for Odin. “How many times has he done that to you?”
Odin grabbed the towel and grinned as small rivulets of blood dribbled from his lips. “Aouw unce ah eek or en ousan eers.”
“About once a week for ten thousand years?” When he nodded, Kerestyan shook his head. Only Odin would have such an extended learning curve. “Haven’t you learned your lesson yet?”
He dabbed at his mouth then tipped his head back and laughed. “O.”
In an attempt to calm his nerves, Kerestyan seized the opportunity to laugh with his brother. But what the familiar action couldn’t wash away was the realization that, as much as it burned him, Vouclade was right about some of the accusations he’d made.
He felt more than just a temporary curiosity for Logan. There was something about her blatant honesty he respected, something about not being able to anticipate what she’d do or say next that excited his weary blood.
Unfortunately, neither of those qualities would assist her when it came to his Father.
Kerestyan leaned back against the counter and considered the silvered track lights cutting across the white ceiling. By now, Vouclade had returned to the castle and was no doubt ranting about the state of New York and Logan’s situation. And if Vouclade was persuasive enough, which he often was, Kerestyan would be lucky if his Father didn’t appear and judge Logan on the spot.
He rubbed a hand down his face. How was he going to explain to her that she had to relinquish yet another facet of her life? While he didn’t approve of her drug use, he respected her choice and despised merely the thought of taking that choice
Kerestyan steadied himself as the beast in his stomach unfurled and crimson danced at the edges of his vision. While he believed Logan to be an exception to the modern human rule, that didn’t mean his Father would. “You’re only giving her a fifty percent chance. What if she doesn’t pass his tests?”
“Then she dies, Kerestyan. But the blame for her death, should it come to that, lies at both of your feet. She allowed the degradation of this city, the breakdown of society combined with the vice available on every pathetic corner, to affect her. However, you alone bear the burden of allowing ignorance to flourish among the Fledglings you allow to exist.” He jammed a ghostly finger into Kerestyan’s chest. “You are just as responsible for Logan’s situation as she is.”
“You think every Fledgling is ignorant, Vouclade,” Kerestyan snapped as he knocked his brother’s hand away. “You also never, in any time period, approved of this city. Your opinion is biased by old, stagnant views, which is exactly why I took a city full of Fledglings. I may be partly responsible for Logan’s misfortune, but I’m not going to slaughter droves of young vampires who have nothing to do with this situation, simply for existing.”
Vouclade’s eyes snapped with grey fire. “You are just as ignorant as your Fledglings.”
“Hey Mr. Mad Scientist, why don’t you fuck off and leave my brother…” Odin didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence, mainly because Vouclade snapped out a boney hand and severed his tongue.
Vouclade used Odin’s tongue to punctuate his own words. “The next time you address me as such, you childish waste of blood, I’ll remove your nervous system while you watch.” He turned back to Kerestyan. “I’ll be advising Father of Logan’s situation. If I were you, I’d prepare to hear from him.” Having spit his last bit of venom, Vouclade disappeared in a cold gust of wind.
Kerestyan stared down at the empty space in front of him. Sometimes the second eldest of the Nelek Children caused more trouble than he was worth. However, much to Kerestyan’s dismay, there was little he could do to change the views of someone as old as Vouclade.
Forcing the thought from his mind, he pulled a towel from the rack by the sink and held it out for Odin. “How many times has he done that to you?”
Odin grabbed the towel and grinned as small rivulets of blood dribbled from his lips. “Aouw unce ah eek or en ousan eers.”
“About once a week for ten thousand years?” When he nodded, Kerestyan shook his head. Only Odin would have such an extended learning curve. “Haven’t you learned your lesson yet?”
He dabbed at his mouth then tipped his head back and laughed. “O.”
In an attempt to calm his nerves, Kerestyan seized the opportunity to laugh with his brother. But what the familiar action couldn’t wash away was the realization that, as much as it burned him, Vouclade was right about some of the accusations he’d made.
He felt more than just a temporary curiosity for Logan. There was something about her blatant honesty he respected, something about not being able to anticipate what she’d do or say next that excited his weary blood.
Unfortunately, neither of those qualities would assist her when it came to his Father.
Kerestyan leaned back against the counter and considered the silvered track lights cutting across the white ceiling. By now, Vouclade had returned to the castle and was no doubt ranting about the state of New York and Logan’s situation. And if Vouclade was persuasive enough, which he often was, Kerestyan would be lucky if his Father didn’t appear and judge Logan on the spot.
He rubbed a hand down his face. How was he going to explain to her that she had to relinquish yet another facet of her life? While he didn’t approve of her drug use, he respected her choice and despised merely the thought of taking that choice
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