until they were sucking your soul from your body! I had to remind myself of this and I knew they could not control themselves for long around two, fresh-smelling men – I’m sure our odours were intense, as we had left the river nearly two weeks beforehand!
Heike explained their sins and told them to ask God for mercy. He asked if they understood and the dullest of the group nodded. He must have retained some humanity within him. He was a younger fellow and his color was less intense than the others, but still a bright yellow. He wore a Nazi jacket and I wondered if he had fought in the war.
Heike nodded back and, without words, the fight began. Their speed was incredible, almost beautiful if I hadn’t known they were out to destroy the very fabric of my humanity. Tafari appeared once again and lunged at one of them. He ripped the beast apart in just a matter of seconds and took down another immediately after. They had no chance against Tafari’s jaws and teeth like daggers. I am ashamed to say I became quite ill again, but regained my composure immediately. Heike felled two before I had even engaged with the Nazi, who I presume saw me as an easy target. I fought well, although I was a little sloppy from nerves. He came close to biting me at one point, but I struggled and soon was able to plunge my spear deep into his chest. Tofari came and ripped the heart out, a fine reward for him. Once their hearts were gone, their bodies aged and dried and the dust from their corpses began to blow away in the wind. It was truly incredible!
I feel much stronger today, after returning to the river and bathing we then found a small town with an inn. We had our first, real meal in a very long time and even drank some ale. The women here are beautiful and buxom, but Heike will not let me go to the girls that wave their handkerchiefs at me and call to me “Mein Kapitän.” Tonight we will sleep – alone, to my dismay – in feather beds and tomorrow we will begin the long journey to The Coven for our next assignments.
I closed the book and stared at it for a long time. It seemed like I there were only two choices there. Lysander – my uncle – was ... a vampyre hunter? It seemed I either had to accept that he was a lunatic and fooled everyone around him and my parents whole-heartedly believed him and that entire, fictitious world or I had to accept that he was a vampyre Hunter. Those were the only two options that could fit with what I was reading in his journal. If I believed that he was a madman, I also had to believe that my parents, grandparents, and two strange men had worked together to cover up Lysander’s madness and created this elaborate hoax to make me believe in vampyres and vampyre hunting for some unknown reason or ... I could accept that vampyres existed and that there were people in the world called Hunters who were born to kill vampyres.
Right then, I could have believed either scenario. It was just too crazy for me. “If this is real, papá ...” I couldn’t think of what I wanted to say. I was overwhelmed by a mixture of disbelief and shock. “You just never told me,” I said. “If this is real why didn’t you tell me?”
He thought for a moment, his forehead creased with deep, latitudinal grooves. “It was so hard not to tell you. We changed everything so we wouldn’t have to tell you. If you had not been born a Hunter, Heike would have given it up for you. But, when he found out you had the gift, everything changed. He has been working tirelessly to make The Coven ...” he paused, trying to find the right words. “More accepting, for you. They are stubborn, old men and they will not like a female in their midsts, especially a Kindler. Heike knew that and knew you could not grow up with them in your life. You don’t understand, but being a child of a hunter is ... It’s not a life, mi cielo. It is better now, but there used to be only two options for families of hunters. Go from
Heike explained their sins and told them to ask God for mercy. He asked if they understood and the dullest of the group nodded. He must have retained some humanity within him. He was a younger fellow and his color was less intense than the others, but still a bright yellow. He wore a Nazi jacket and I wondered if he had fought in the war.
Heike nodded back and, without words, the fight began. Their speed was incredible, almost beautiful if I hadn’t known they were out to destroy the very fabric of my humanity. Tafari appeared once again and lunged at one of them. He ripped the beast apart in just a matter of seconds and took down another immediately after. They had no chance against Tafari’s jaws and teeth like daggers. I am ashamed to say I became quite ill again, but regained my composure immediately. Heike felled two before I had even engaged with the Nazi, who I presume saw me as an easy target. I fought well, although I was a little sloppy from nerves. He came close to biting me at one point, but I struggled and soon was able to plunge my spear deep into his chest. Tofari came and ripped the heart out, a fine reward for him. Once their hearts were gone, their bodies aged and dried and the dust from their corpses began to blow away in the wind. It was truly incredible!
I feel much stronger today, after returning to the river and bathing we then found a small town with an inn. We had our first, real meal in a very long time and even drank some ale. The women here are beautiful and buxom, but Heike will not let me go to the girls that wave their handkerchiefs at me and call to me “Mein Kapitän.” Tonight we will sleep – alone, to my dismay – in feather beds and tomorrow we will begin the long journey to The Coven for our next assignments.
I closed the book and stared at it for a long time. It seemed like I there were only two choices there. Lysander – my uncle – was ... a vampyre hunter? It seemed I either had to accept that he was a lunatic and fooled everyone around him and my parents whole-heartedly believed him and that entire, fictitious world or I had to accept that he was a vampyre Hunter. Those were the only two options that could fit with what I was reading in his journal. If I believed that he was a madman, I also had to believe that my parents, grandparents, and two strange men had worked together to cover up Lysander’s madness and created this elaborate hoax to make me believe in vampyres and vampyre hunting for some unknown reason or ... I could accept that vampyres existed and that there were people in the world called Hunters who were born to kill vampyres.
Right then, I could have believed either scenario. It was just too crazy for me. “If this is real, papá ...” I couldn’t think of what I wanted to say. I was overwhelmed by a mixture of disbelief and shock. “You just never told me,” I said. “If this is real why didn’t you tell me?”
He thought for a moment, his forehead creased with deep, latitudinal grooves. “It was so hard not to tell you. We changed everything so we wouldn’t have to tell you. If you had not been born a Hunter, Heike would have given it up for you. But, when he found out you had the gift, everything changed. He has been working tirelessly to make The Coven ...” he paused, trying to find the right words. “More accepting, for you. They are stubborn, old men and they will not like a female in their midsts, especially a Kindler. Heike knew that and knew you could not grow up with them in your life. You don’t understand, but being a child of a hunter is ... It’s not a life, mi cielo. It is better now, but there used to be only two options for families of hunters. Go from
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