After the battle scarred group charcoal any evidential remnants of the, Stroud poses to his new found couple, "Where will you two go now?"
"You are going to stay here, right Daniel?" Tripp hopes.
"Unfortunately, there still remains other nestlings belonging to Aloy. Whether they are glad in their freedom or whether they will hold a grudge is yet to be determined. I seriously suggest we move about whilst following Daniel's ancestry research. I have old allies with whom I we can bed down. And then there's always America. Right, Daniel?" smiles Christopher.
Gazing into the heated wasteland contained by the dumpster, Daniel's vision is captivated by black clothed figures undulating a pagan dance among the flames. A dragon roars amidst the circle, calling out Daniel's name, then disappears agonizingly into the swirling smoke.
Christopher worried taps Daniel on the shoulder and whispers, "Right Daniel?
"Um, yeahhh.. absolutely babe," Daniel weakly returns the smile.
"You know we own a few 'residences' throughout the world, should ever the need arise.
Some of them quite lavish. I'll write down the addresses and my phone number, just in case," Stroud concludes.
Christopher notes the distant and fretful cast set in Daniel's blue eyes, "Are you sure you are alright?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Really. Tomorrow I need to return to the birth records department. I have a score to settle with one fat unkind lady," resolves Daniel while clenching his teeth.
"I shall be happy to spend another night in your arms in view of historic London," assures Christopher.
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The figure dressed in dark woolen raiment lifts the squatty, powder grey-haired woman up the brick wall lining the alley, "I have no clue whom you mean, sir. I ne'er seen him in me life! I swar!"
"Since you swear, I supposed ye are telling the truth," smirks the forceful stranger.
As the lady quickly proceeds from the alley to the public street to put distance between her and her assailant, the figure hovers in the air close behind. Before reaching the safe haven of the street, she feels every molecule of breath leave her body as it is replaced forcefully by an unseen hand jammed between her shoulder blades... sending her flailing uncontrollably into lanes of bustling traffic. The sounds of brakes squealing and the scent of melting fossil fuels from automobile tires loft into the air of gargoyles guarding an antiquated office building.
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Birthright ~ (LGBT-Fantasy-Vampire)
VampireDaniel finds himself embroiled not only in discovering his ancestral roots, but surviving them in an old manor, cemeteries, and the streets of England against formidable enemies with a long history of their own, spanning centuries.
