The Secret Hybrid Child

Ashes

TRISTAN'S POV
Damn Lucas and his mutt mate. They have had me and Bart running all over the damn castle trying to control the bloodlust. Here it is 3 am and they are still going at it, I'll give them credit they do have stamina. I met up with Bart in front of Rowan's study.
"For fucks sake you'd figure they'd know how to control themselves by now."
Bart was tired and irritated but just a hint of amusement circled his eyes.
"They do, Lucas is doing this on purpose. You know Lycans and their territorial piss everywhere bullshit. This is him letting the whole fucking world know she belongs to him."
Before Bart could answer the door to the study opened and from inside you could see Rowans red angry eyes staring out.
"Get in here the both of you."
I sighed and motioned for Bart to proceed me, my brother and I didn't get along very well and I wasn't in the mood for his bitching.
"How's the castle?"
Rowans deep rumble asked and once Bart and I were all the way in the door slammed shut.
"Brother dear if you're going to be pissy direct it towards your daughter and Lucas. You should have asserted your power to quench the fires they've been starting instead of having Bart and I running all over the castle."
My relaxed words only barely mask the aggravation I have, how dare he get irritated with us.
"Forgive me, you are right Tristan, but you also know why I can't assert that power. If mother is out and about that will only draw her near. And I'm using it to basically put the castle in a bubble so that my daughters and Lucas' powers don't seep out."
I nodded and took a seat watching him inhale and relax his shoulders, rubbing his hands over his face.
"Soooo why can't I go to sleep? I have a beautiful servant waiting for me. "
Bart slumped into the chair besides mine, petulant and bored, his demeanor caused me to laugh.
"Just a few more moments Bart, I have something I have to ask the both of you."
Rowans voice went from angry, to apologetic, to sad and that alone peeked my interest.
"What's going on Rowan?"
He sat back slowly and looked at me then Bart
"We need to go to my grandson and kill him."
The words were whispered which made me ask "what?"
I couldn't believe what I heard, especially after all that was done and lost to protect the fucker. I told Rowan the day he was born to kill him. He came from the incest and depravity of our mother.
"Why now sir? Why do you want Tristan and I to do now what we wanted to do from day one? What's changed?"
I nodded my head agreeing with Bart and shared the same staring look with him as well. Rowan sat there looking back and forth at us, silence weighing, then he hung his head and told us that Mother was once again on the move, this time in a male reincarnation and if Dahlia was off limits she may find his grandson.
"For fucks sake Rowan. We have to figure out how to get rid of her. I swear I get a few centuries of rest and then she comes along and fucks everything up again.........does she know where Lycian is?"
Barts head snapped up at my question and we both looked at Rowan waiting for an answer.
"No. He's here under the keep, and she will NEVER find him." His words provided some comfort but I still felt the ever encroaching sickness that came with the thought of my mother.
"How do you know she's out and a male?"
Rowan looked at Bart and absentmindedly nodded before answering.
"Dahlia dreamed her, more like mother found her and realizing she was female changed in front of Dahlia. Lucas is pissed and I'm sure his display tonight stems from the fact that someone else wants her just as much as he does. With her being female, mother will want her more. If her plans are the same she can keep Dahlia pregnant for the rest of her life."
The disgust that dripped from his words echoed my feelings. Our mother was disgust incarnate, there is no telling how far she will go to gain control and plunge us into darkness once again. Thankfully she can't reach Lycian, I'm sure he would a willing player in getting his granddaughter pregnant as well.
"How wonderful our family is........where is your grandson Rowan?"
He sat there silent for a few moments, our eyes locked onto one another before he stood and motioned for us to follow him. Bart and I shared a perplexed look but followed none the less. Rowan took us down a passage hidden in his study, it was used frequently and quite recently letting me know Rowan still had feelings for the boy, even though the boy wasn't capable of returning those feelings or any other. After a few minutes the wailing could be heard, it was the wails of the mad.
"He's only gotten worse like the seer said, hasn't he?"
I could hear the judgmental disgust in my voice but I couldn't help it. For 200 years Bart and I have tried to get him to kill the boy. He is dangerous, and mad. He is almost like Lycian without any hint of remorse and lacking anything remotely close to a decent thought. I have to remind myself it wasn't his fault, this was my mother's doing. When she found out he was sterile after she had fucked his mind up and mated with him, she infected what was left. We found him wondering through a village he slaughtered. He had his way sexually with every man woman and child there before killing everyone. And the killings weren't swift, they were drawn out torture. He was molded by my mother and she loosed him onto the world to cause damage and chaos, and that he did. 3 villages he had gone through before we caught him enjoying his work in the last one. I cold taste the bile as my stomach turned from the remembered scenes of slaughter. Lucas was the one to finally take him down, but not before being seriously wounded.
The screams stopped as we stood outside the door.
"Aww I have visitors, and from the smell of you all I'd rather not look upon your faces. Though I would like to see Lucas again, and my Aunt. Her powers reach even here and I'm sure she'd be a great fuck."
Rowan shook his head and sighed as his grandson began his laughing again. Bart touched Rowans arm and motioned for him to move, I followed close behind. We opened the door to find the boy naked and covered in piss and shit as if he had rolled around in it. His hair was matted and had bald patches from his constant pulling. His teeth had been filled to points and he had ripped the skin of his lips so that his mouth was always bleeding. He was feral and completely mad and his outside mimicked what was inside.
"Alright Tristan let's get this over with, I'm ready to leave."
I nodded and before I could blink Bart had the boy pinned against the wall, the boys eyes wide and shocked. As fast as I could I went up to the boy and before ripping his throat out our eyes locked, and for the first time ever I saw gratitude and peace coming over him. His lifeless eyes and silence told me he was gone before I even dropped what was left of his larynx onto the molded flooring. Rowan stepped in, tears streaming down his face and motioned for us to step out. He looked at the dead body of his grandson for a few moments before joining us and closing the door.
"Burn"
The word was whispered and Rowan held his hand flat against the cell door. The smell of burnt molded flooring and body soon wafted out through the window in the door. Bart and I took a few steps back and watched as my brother stood still, tears streaming down his face, hand pressed against the door watching the body of his dead grandson burn to ash.