Kestreil and Killiand went out front to try and find the path Sidhean had taken to get to the porch, in case he had left a trail of blood for other vampires to follow. Not intentionally, of course.
Sidhean had eventually become weak from whatever vervain was in his system and passed out.
I lift Sidhean and place him on the couch in the living room. He moves a bit and then mumbles something, but it was so quiet I didn't catch a word. I sigh and grab a blanket, placing it over the vampire.
You know, for a vampire, he sure is determined. But then again, my father had murdered Sidhean's young boy, then he put the blame on me.
My father cast me out. I was just a boy. A young, talented boy. I had then, just at age nine, had discovered my hidden birthmark. I had also discovered that the mark was the Mark of Faolan, the wolfblood who carried the cure in his blood.
No one had had the Mark of Faolan for a hundred years, and Faolan was the first a hundred years before that. Many had forgotten, yet we kept restricted documents stating the magic of the Mark. I was born without breath, silver stopping my heart. Silver that had somehow found it's way into my system, my blood, and I lived.
I had silver in my blood, and the longer it stayed, the less it effected me. I soon became immune. But when I found why, I found my blood was the cure.
I had called out to my pack and told them I was the cure just the day after the night my father had run raid against the vampires council. He had killed the son of one of the elders, the ones from a time of dragons and 'shifters. The boy was only six years of age, unaware of wolfbloods.
My father had murdered the child in cold blood, then blamed me. I was gone that night, too. Father claimed to have been hunting, but he knew not where I was.
I was charged with murder and heresy, and they chased me away. I never again saw my father, Thanatos, and if I ever did, I would kill him, just as he had killed Sidhean's son.
I move and sit in the arm chair just near Sidhean, watching him sleep. He looked harmless, much more gentle in his sleeping state.
Wait until I tell you the truth. Then you will know I am not your killer, I think. Your son must have been dear to you...
Just then I feel exhaustion, and I lay back my head and close my eyes. I eventually fall into darkness, and then remember nothing else.
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I run on my small legs through the soft grass, giggling and laughing like a child.
"Try to catch me, Papa!" I call out to the man behind me.
The figure closes in quickly and grabs me, lifting me up and laughing. I giggle with the man, smiling widely.
I catch a glimpse of his canines, sharp as he smiles at me. His golden eyes looked at mine.
"Gealach! It's time. We must prepare." another man called out at the one who held me.
Father set me down and kissed the top of my head. "I love you, Doiteain. Don't get into to much trouble." he chuckled.
"Papa, don't go. Please, Papa. Just five more minutes." I tug at his shirt.
"I must go." Father stood up and walked away, then everything dissipated, and my crying faded into nothing.
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I sit up, sweating and gasping for air. The memory seemed as if it just happened, the feeling of my father's gentle touch still lingering. Still real, I think. Still real.
