The Blood of Caine

The Mist Walker

Caine reclined on his bed. He held a novel in his hand, his eyes absorbed every word on the current page. He loved reading, especially works of fiction. They took him out of what was reality and put him in a different world. For each novel he read, he lived a life. In his lifetime, he'd lived millions of lives and would live millions more.

A coolness invaded his solitude. He could have sworn the temperature had dropped but he wasn't cold. He continued to read. His raven, who'd been pecking at the mirror in her cage, started cawing loudly. He lowered his novel and looked around. Astonishment overwhelmed him. The entire room was covered in a blanket of mist.

"What the..." his words were cut short by another fantastic event.

The mist began to open, in to a passage way, in front of him. He gazed down that passage way to see a familiar form. Freya Craven stood there, wearing a dress of mist - and not much else, judging by her bare shoulders. She was smiling.

"Guess what I found," she beamed.

Caine studied her for a moment, he didn't quite know what to make of this phenomenon - he hadn't seen a Mist Walker for hundreds of years - so he got up and went to her. He'd decided to indulge in the pleasure that she was probably there for. The mist enveloped him as he got closer and Freya's mist gown slowly dissipated.

To his surprise, and disappointment, she was wearing a strapless, dark purple dress, with a slit up the side, and no shoes. She looked absolutely ravishing. In fact, she was giving Lillith a run for her money.

"You look beautiful," he said.

She smiled, "Thank you, so what do you think?"

He nodded his approval, "I'm happy you've found your power."

"Caine, I really need to ask you something."

"Of course?"

"What happened the night I was changed? Who changed me?"

His smile vanished, "That was two things but alright. I had been watching you for a while before you were changed and I decided to just do it that night."

She chuckled, "Stalker, and you still haven't told me what you really think."

His smile returned, she was persistent and he loved that, "Fine, I think it is an incredibly useful power to have but it is also dangerous."

"Dangerous?"

"There is a reason there are no other Mist Walkers, Freya, they all disappeared or died."

Her smile was replaced by a look of horror, "How?"

He shrugged, "Vlad suspects that they were separated, somehow, or killed in their mist forms. If you don't mind, how did you come by this?"

"I saw some fog and remembered something I'd seen in a Dracula film, then I tried it."

He felt a blunt expression spread over is features, "Really? A movie?"

She shrugged and gave him a strange look, "It worked didn't it?"

He nodded, "We need to inform Vlad and Lillith then you need to go to Alastair and get a certain tattoo."

"Can Alastair do everything?"

"Just about, he makes weapons too if you were wondering."

Vlad and Lillith took the news very well. In fact, it looked as if Vlad might have actually danced on the desk.

Lillith kissed Freya's forehead, "You have been blessed with a remarkable gift, child."

Vlad winked at Caine, "Teach her to use it, well."

He nodded then led Freya to Alastair's tower.