It was Freya's second encounter with Alastair and, again, he offered no greeting.
"You look happy," he said to Caine, as he poured a dark substance into a whiskey glass.
"And you look awfully down, for a man who drinks such quantities," Caine retorted.
Alastair sipped the glass, "So, to what do I owe the pleasure? And I'll have you know this is my second glass."
"This day?" asked Caine.
Alastair arched a brow, "Are you joking? This hour."
The men laughed a little then Caine explained that Freya needed a tattoo, involving Mist Walkers. Alastair seemed shocked at the news.
"How large is your vocabulary?" Alastair asked her.
Freya immediately felt offended, for she knew he'd insulted her for standing, there in silence while Caine spoke, "Large enough, thank you," she answered, coldly.
Caine hit him over the back of his head, "Do not insult my pupil."
"I did nothing of the sort. Come here," he indicated for Freya to look at something in a book he'd begun paging through.
She looked at the archaic paper and the fascinating design upon it. There were spirals and elegant curls feathering out from the main part of the design. It was an odd symbol.
"It's a symbol in magic for wholeness or unity."
"It's pretty," she said, "I take it will keep me from... uh... getting separated?"
Caine nodded, "Yes, it will."
It was decided that her right bicep was the place for the tattoo and Alastair got to work. It was beautiful to look at and it would keep her safe, now all she had to do was learn how to fully utilise her new-found gift.
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The Blood of Caine
VampirFreya Craven, a fledgling vampire, from Dublin has been chosen, by the oldest of her kind, to find an ancient book called the Book of Blood that was written by the first vampire to have ever walked the Earth.
