The Guardian (15 page)

In these years and centuries, I have seen
brethren and sister get murdered and killed just for seeking their
own freedom and speaking the truth. I myself had the love of my
life struck down in front of me, just because his strength scared
the ancients. For those who have not noticed I myself have begun
this transformation and wonder how long until they come to
slaughter this coven and myself, because of my new found
powers.

We have hope, our hope is lying in
Galechka’s bed upstairs, and like my one true love he shares a
unique and a troubling power to the ancients. His kind has been
hunted down through the years and believed to be extinct, but our
lovely Galechka has found she has one of her own. This is the
reason we disappeared for that month and a half was to get him
trained and give him the fighting chance that mine did not.

Soon my coven, we will come under fire and
attack from other covens by the orders of the ancients, not only
having a guardian, but a new found ancient in our presence tips the
scales in a way that they cannot have. My coven I need to know who
his with me and who is against me; I need to know who will stay and
fight and who will flee.

There is honor in the freedom that we seek
from the entrapment we have been under all of these years. I
promise all those who stays and fights along with us high rank and
stature when this is over. I only ask that my youth stay clear of
the ancients, you would not stand for more than a blink of an
eye.

I want to return this land back to its
wondrous glories it had when my family ruled it, before the
ancients swept from here turning it into the plagued and diseased
state that we now witness. There was a time when my father and
grandfather made sure that even the lowest peasant had enough to be
happy and no one was begrudged of anything they needed.

It was a dark night long, long ago when I
heard the screams of my father’s workers and servants outside these
very walls. I remember seeing the torches outside one by one fall
to the ground in the pitch dark; one by one the owners of those
torches had their lives ripped away from them. I can still remember
my father giving the orders for a few of the maidens to take myself
and some of the youth that belonged to the servants into the secret
caverns with in these walls and to sneak us out into the back
forest where we would hide in the very caves that the wolves claim
as their home now.

Most of those wolves that you see now, are
the loyal servants of my family even through all of these years,
even threw all of the misery that they have been threw; I owe it
not just to you my coven, but to my extended coven that is the pack
that looks after us in our sleep to release you all from the
shackles that have been placed around our necks threw all of these
centuries.

Collectivism is an illusion of choose or
option and that is not what we are facing; what we are facing is
full on tyranny from the ancients that had enslaved this entire
world threw out time. It is time to not only free vampire and wolf
kind, but also the humans that may never know that we exist. “

The coven erupted into clapping and cheering
of these powerful words from their leader. Adela herself was
shocked at how much of the coven was rusted up behind her and ready
for an upcoming battle from the other covens. She raised her hands
into the air signaling for her coven to settle down and as they
began to settle she continued with,” My children, my flock, my
coven, and my pack, these next set of words should ring very true
for you all.

It is time for you to all look around you,
some of you will not be around at the end of this inevitable war
with the other covens and some of you will be around to see the
freedom for all living beings. Those of you who are still with me
at the end I promise to give high rank and status in our new world;
this is not the false new world order that we hear about on TV, but
real freedom from these monsters that have held us for too
long.

I bid you all a good night and will
understand if I see a few less faces the night after; some are not
willing to dig in and do what is needed to save this coven. I
myself a young ancient will do all I can to save who I can. As you
can see my transformation seems to be a bit different than the
normal. I have a strange feeling that my powers have come on a
little faster than normal. So I leave you tonight to think over
what part you will play in this.”

Adela walked off the stage which her throne
sat, and told Vitaliy,” Trap is set; let’s see if we have any other
spies.” He nodded his head and was already doing just so.

John and Galechka were cuddling in
bed, wrapped in blankets and surrounded by pillows. She was in one
of her couldn’t be happier moods that always made him happy and
relieved; he never knew day from day, hour to hour, moment to
moment what type of mood she was going to be in, he had to just
take them as they came. He adored her more than anything else in
this world and his heart truly belonged to her.

In her moments of happiness with him she
would seem like and angel that fell from heaven. In these moments
her eyes took on a whole different life and light of their own. In
other times you seem no radiance at all in her eyes, but in moments
like this it was like seeing child’s eyes seeing things of wonder
for the very first time.

He loved the way she felt in his arms, she
had the softest skin, the smell that would drive anyone mad, and at
times the spirit of an angel, but in other fleeting moments she
could be colder than any frozen heart on Earth.

Adela had decided that John needed to take
an active part in the coven to make everyone feel more comfortable
with him and vice versa; he was to not only help Galechka with her
errands of collecting from the local shops that the coven owned,
but to also help some of the others out around the property; she
figured this would help him get the lay of the land, so when they
were under attack he would know where he could go and how to get
around faster.

Things seemed to be going well he was
learning Galechka’s daily route and was even getting to know some
of her familiars; he even came to realize that the last man he
tangled with was one of the pack that had help him train. Galechka
would just shake her head as he seemed to just click with the
wolves. It got to the point where she would just have him go into
the pub, because how it always seemed they had so much to talk
about. It troubled her that at the castle a lot of the coven was
standoffish with him, but never said anything to him, but at times
would drop hints to her.

Some of the coven was more than glad to get
to know him, the hunger for blood sometimes made it hard on some of
them; this did not concern Adela or Galechka knowing that he could
take care of himself if someone got a bit hungry and tried to feed
off of him, but sometimes he could sense that some of them hated
him for his birthplace and nothing more.

Adela and John still spent time training and
working on trying to figure out how to control the bond between
John and Galechka better. Adela believed that if the two really sat
and worked on their bond that maybe Galechka might start to pick up
some abilities as well.; she at least hoped so, so that Galechka
had a better chance to protect herself. Besides them meditating
long hours together she would train with John in front of Galechka
and have Vitaliy train with Galechka in front of John hoping to
spark something in her and/or his abilities.

All seemed a little to calm and that worried
Vitaliy, because he knew a storm was brewing and the longer it
took, the longer the plot would be preplanned, meaning the worse
the attack; he hoped to deal with one coven at a time, but he had a
bad feeling that it was not going to be that way. He was growing
more and more inpatient, which was not his way. Adela also shared
in these fears that she addressed to him in their secret
conferences in her bedroom.

“Adela, what are we sitting here for? Are we
really going to let the war come to our door?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean we need to be trying to gather some
information on their plans; you know as well as I do, the longer
they are plotting and planning the worse it is going to be.”

“Yes, I know, but how do we do this? Now
that that they know about us I am sure they are closing up all
loose ends with our coven and associated covens.”

“I have no idea at this moment, but I do
know that we need to be taking precautions.” He took a long look at
Adela to make sure he had her full attention,” You know as well as
I do that Galechka will be the main target. No matter how strong
the guardian is the vampress is always going to be its Akeley’s
heel.”

“I KNOW! DO YOU NOT THINK THAT I REMEMBER
WHAT HAPPENED ALL THOSE YEARS AGO? IT IS MY FAULT HE IS DEAD.”

“Lose that tone with me Adela; you may be
able to kill me, but you owe me more respect than that. Was it not
I who was at your side all those years you mourned? Not just for
your guardian, but the time before, after we met helping you deal
with the loss of you family. How many decades did you mourn your
parents?”

Adela slowly walked over to her bed, ran her
hand up and down the old art work that had been carved into her
majestic looking bed by her father’s best crafts man. This was one
of the few things of beauty in her life that Baldemar did not strip
away from her. She shuddered when she thought about all that she
had lost, friends, family, and a lover that to this day she still
longed for. She grasped the bed and sat as her heart filled with
hate, dread, and fear all of that Baldemar put there. She was
frightened that she would bear witness to more of those she loved
perishing in front of her eyes.

She tried to shake off the haunting feeling
that he had been lurking in the shadows all those years just
waiting for another opportunity to make her suffer, to feel her
heart with more woe. Baldemar was a sadistic bastard for sure and
she hoped that it would be she who ripped his heart from his chest.
You see she had not just been pushing John, but herself as well
hoping that she would be able to at least have the enjoyment of
seeing his heart freshly torn from his heart giving its final beat
within the palm of her hand.

Baldemar was a cold hearted bastard that
seemed to out date all of the other ancients; they all seemed to
fear, loath, and worship him in one heartbeat. He had this endless
energy of evil that would consume anyone that was in his company
too long; if you were not evil in nature he would corrupt you or
you would fall ill from all of the darkness that surrounded
him.

“Yes, I know my dear Vitaliy. I am also
concerned about this.”

Vitaliy who had been patiently waiting for
her response replied back to his dear friend,” I figured this much,
but wanted to make sure you were seeing clearly; you train not so
much to push the boy, but to push yourself, so I figured you
yourself wanted to take Baldemar apart.”

“If I am given the chance, I will without a
thought. That man has hunted and tortured me throughout my whole
life as a vampire,” she began to stand up and look towards
Vitaliy.

Vitaliy swept in and embraced her in his
arms realizing that stirring up these old wounds were too much for
her at the moment; she wept on his shoulder and held onto him
tightly. Her tears cupped down her face, it was obvious to Vitaliy
that a lot of the emotional walls she had built throughout these
years, strengthened by loss of loved ones and a fear of losing the
ones she now loved, had been torn to ribbons by her transformation
into an ancient. Not only did she appear younger, but it seemed
that her emotional scars that ran deeper than anyone could ever
contemplate had been ripped back open, but were healing without all
the ugly scaring that they had the last time; her heart though
bleeding was blooming like a freshly budded rose to for the earth
to marvel and be breath taken over. His smile revealed the fangs
that normally were tucked and hidden beneath, but showed his love
and over enjoyment that his beloved friend was finally finding
rapture in her deep, enduring and difficult path that was forced
onto her.

“I know, I know these years have been hard
on you my dear friend,” he said kissing her cheek trying to give
her comfort.

As she sobbed she said,” You have always
been the sweetest and dearest person in my life, since this entire
hellish and tortuous nightmare began.” She returned his kiss to his
surprise.

She searched out his lips and they both
began to embrace a warm and passionate kiss between each other.
Vitaliy was taken aback by this and not sure what to think of this
change in her attention to him. He worried: Could it be the change
messing with his emotions? We wondered: What if she will reject our
friendship later? Even though she had transformed into the most
beautiful creature that he had ever seen he was troubled by the
fact it could ruin everything between them. He pulled back even
though he deeply lusted and truly longed for her to gaze into her
beautifully, deep blue eyes to make sure she was aware of what she
was doing. His heart was beating and pounding in his chest like it
had never done, partly from the heat of the moment and partly due
to the fact that he was unsure if the woman he followed all these
years and trusted her judgment, before any other was now
questioning if her judgment was clouded. He could feel her
temperature rising along with his; he could see her want in those
unbelievable eyes that could capture any soul and heart of any one.
Both of them were dripping of lust and passion, but he had to be
rational and realize was hers going to feel like a mistake later or
was it something that had been brewing in her all of these
years.