man bleeding down the walls of the fortress standing before her had no true motivation to speak of other than the fact that he could do it, thus he did.
“The power lays within the creation itself, dear girl. Don’t you know?”
“So you did this for the mere enjoyment of being able to do so?” she retorted.
“And to relish watching these barbarians fall to us,” he said leering at Nayati. “Don’t tell me that the thought never occurred to you.”
Madison was the only one to immediately capture his meaning, having already thought it a possibility the night she sat by Jayden at the fire ring among the Sioux people.
“You were creating an army,” she said blatantly. She walked away a pace, still overwhelmed by his resolve.
Jamison looked to her trying to feel for what she meant, only to scoff when the realization struck him.
“An army to defeat the Vam-pyr-ei-ak, Caspar? You cannot be serious?” Jamison felt the urge to laugh. “I did not see you as a vengeful man.”
“Vengeful? No.” he said laughing. “But it sounds thrilling, does it not?”
“A little too late, Caspar. The pleasure was all mine,” said Jayden. “And I need not bring others into it to do my deeds for me. Few of the Vam-pyr-ei-ak live now.”
Silence fell over them . The Sioux warriors waited for Jamison to respond. He stared forth in the distance at the village below.
“Unfortunately for you, Caspar, I know of other ways to exert my power over the situation,” said Jamison.
The fires died down as rain fell in heavy drops. Wet and bleeding Caspar struggled to get loose. The wet stone caused him to slip as his feet reached to support his weight, causing the wounds to deepen.
“Stand guard of him,” said Jamison. “I will return. And get the others out of that cavern. I suspect it may suffer a cave in soon.”
Within minutes Jamison had brought back a wooden coffin from the village. He ripped it open and took out the nails and chains inside it that had once held Jayden down. The villagers had new coffins ready for the moment they captured another vampyr.
“I see no reason, Caspar, why you should be treated any differently from the way your other ‘creations’ were.”
Caspar no longer had a smirk across his face.
Akecheta and Mahkah ripped him away from the wall, leaving pa rts of his skin with it still on the arrows. Not allowing time for his hands to completely heal, they pinned him into the coffin with their bare hands. Jamison held him down whilst Madison did the deed of nailing him to the wooden base and wrapping the chain about him. She couldn’t help but feel satisfied by putting down the man who nearly burned her to death. Not to mention the cross she bared of witnessing the happenings of the plague across Europe. Nayati standing by held Lyndon back as they watched. A warning of what would happen to him if he were to cross them. Lyndon didn’t try to stop them, nor did a word of protest leave his mouth. They did what he felt he could never accomplish.
If there remained any villagers near enoug h still awake at that hour, they undoubtedly heard Caspar’s cries. He fought them with anything and everything he had.
They stepped back to take one final look at him before closing the lid.
“I’m guessing that it was easier to overtake me when I was defenseless, was it not Caspar?” said Madison spitefully.
“And how does it feel, dear girl?” he said, spitting and snarling through his teeth. “Now that you hold the power over others?”
“I feel nothing but pity, you fool,” she spoke softly. “For all the victims of your carnage.”
There was only enough time to see bewilderment cross his face before Jamison shut the lid to the coffin. No cries oozed out anymore. Casper knew the upper hand had been taken. Rather he began to laugh again. Madison felt herself searching through his emotions one final time, trying to understand him. She couldn’t. Fortitude would not afford her an explanation for
“The power lays within the creation itself, dear girl. Don’t you know?”
“So you did this for the mere enjoyment of being able to do so?” she retorted.
“And to relish watching these barbarians fall to us,” he said leering at Nayati. “Don’t tell me that the thought never occurred to you.”
Madison was the only one to immediately capture his meaning, having already thought it a possibility the night she sat by Jayden at the fire ring among the Sioux people.
“You were creating an army,” she said blatantly. She walked away a pace, still overwhelmed by his resolve.
Jamison looked to her trying to feel for what she meant, only to scoff when the realization struck him.
“An army to defeat the Vam-pyr-ei-ak, Caspar? You cannot be serious?” Jamison felt the urge to laugh. “I did not see you as a vengeful man.”
“Vengeful? No.” he said laughing. “But it sounds thrilling, does it not?”
“A little too late, Caspar. The pleasure was all mine,” said Jayden. “And I need not bring others into it to do my deeds for me. Few of the Vam-pyr-ei-ak live now.”
Silence fell over them . The Sioux warriors waited for Jamison to respond. He stared forth in the distance at the village below.
“Unfortunately for you, Caspar, I know of other ways to exert my power over the situation,” said Jamison.
The fires died down as rain fell in heavy drops. Wet and bleeding Caspar struggled to get loose. The wet stone caused him to slip as his feet reached to support his weight, causing the wounds to deepen.
“Stand guard of him,” said Jamison. “I will return. And get the others out of that cavern. I suspect it may suffer a cave in soon.”
Within minutes Jamison had brought back a wooden coffin from the village. He ripped it open and took out the nails and chains inside it that had once held Jayden down. The villagers had new coffins ready for the moment they captured another vampyr.
“I see no reason, Caspar, why you should be treated any differently from the way your other ‘creations’ were.”
Caspar no longer had a smirk across his face.
Akecheta and Mahkah ripped him away from the wall, leaving pa rts of his skin with it still on the arrows. Not allowing time for his hands to completely heal, they pinned him into the coffin with their bare hands. Jamison held him down whilst Madison did the deed of nailing him to the wooden base and wrapping the chain about him. She couldn’t help but feel satisfied by putting down the man who nearly burned her to death. Not to mention the cross she bared of witnessing the happenings of the plague across Europe. Nayati standing by held Lyndon back as they watched. A warning of what would happen to him if he were to cross them. Lyndon didn’t try to stop them, nor did a word of protest leave his mouth. They did what he felt he could never accomplish.
If there remained any villagers near enoug h still awake at that hour, they undoubtedly heard Caspar’s cries. He fought them with anything and everything he had.
They stepped back to take one final look at him before closing the lid.
“I’m guessing that it was easier to overtake me when I was defenseless, was it not Caspar?” said Madison spitefully.
“And how does it feel, dear girl?” he said, spitting and snarling through his teeth. “Now that you hold the power over others?”
“I feel nothing but pity, you fool,” she spoke softly. “For all the victims of your carnage.”
There was only enough time to see bewilderment cross his face before Jamison shut the lid to the coffin. No cries oozed out anymore. Casper knew the upper hand had been taken. Rather he began to laugh again. Madison felt herself searching through his emotions one final time, trying to understand him. She couldn’t. Fortitude would not afford her an explanation for
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