Fovever Bound - The Promise Trilogy, Book 3 (WILL BE REWRITTEN)

Chapter 1

Laughter consumes us. We’re holding or tummies and tears are streaking down our faces as Maveric tricks a recently changed girl. He comes back to join us.

“Your turn Jas.” He says to my brother.

“Yeah, come on Jason.” I encourage. Jason glares at us both.

“It’s on your heads if it doesn’t work.” He starts to stand, but stops, as a new Sealth comes. A smile lights up his face. “This will do just nicely.”

Our enemy confronts us.

“Excuse me? Do you know where the Sealth Common is?” The girl asks in a meek voice, ivory hair swishing around a face of a fifteen year old.

“It’s over there.” My brother points towards our own Common room. The newborn thanks us and takes her leave. Maveric and I stare at Jason in bewilderment. I’m the first to recuperate. Punching Jason in the shoulder, I hiss: “What are you thinking? You can’t play around with the enemy!” – It was well known that both our breeds still harvested a hatred for each other after millennia. It was, what we call, The Beginning, when our founders created armies and assumed war on each other, to consume the place of leadership. Our breed won. There are still kafuffles between us to this day and we fear that soon another war will brew.

A heavily built man intercepts our tricked. Short blonde hair lays flatly across a slightly wrinkled forehead, hardened eyes assess everything and one. A scar runs along the left eyebrow and down the middle of the eye.

“What are you doing down here?” His booming voice carries.

“I was told our Common was this way.” The woman shies.

“It’s on the other side. Who told you?” The girl points our way. The monster – if that’s what you can call him – turns sour as he recognises us.

“Come on.” He walks towards us, the newborn trailing in tow and slams his fists onto the table. “You are the ones responsible for misguiding her?” We swallow hard. Jason is going to pay for this, I think.

“Yeah. What about it?” My brother boldly replies.

“You Rasoons really trick newborns?”

“That’s what I heard.”

“Then I should play around with her shouldn’t I if that’s the case?” Our enemy points to me. I bare my fangs. This dude was grating on my nerves, which have been frayed more than normal since entering this life.

“She’s two years old. Can’t call her a newborn now.”

“The fledgling limit is three.” Our eyes widened with surprise.

“I didn’t know that.”

“Well it is. And you should know it Jigrile.” He uses the vampire title of leadership. His companion gasps. He agrees with her, “Too young to be if you ask me.”

“By whom?” I ask. “Who changed it?”

“The Council. You just weren’t there Ambassador.”

“Rile Bonjovi knows not to hold Council unless all parties are present, Résumé.” My tone harsh as I spit out the title for drinker – a wine-master’s secondary. He has really annoyed me by using my field name. His face darkens. Nobody likes being a drinker.   

“It couldn’t wait.” The silence both gratifies and unnerves me. I’m grateful not to hear this foul creature talk, but I don’t know what he’s up to.

“Gregory! Elca! Come over here!” An informant yells from the Sealth Common. “Rile is waiting.” Gregory cast a final glance in our direction before turning and following Elca away.

We relax as the danger passes, then everyone around tenses and turns as I shove Jason against the wall.

“You idiot! You could’ve started something I’m really trying to avoid.” I growl as my patience snaps. He gulps. It reverberates through my hand griping his neck.

“Think you could do better?”

“Heck yeah and that’s not with those freaks. You know we don’t play around with anyone but our own.”

“Can you set me down so we can have this conversation properly?” My eyes narrow. My brother shrugs. “Alright then.”

Pain envelops my gut as he kicks my abdomen. Air rushes out of my lungs as I release my hold and double over. Jason grabs my arm and hauls me into my seat.

“I did try to warn you.”

“No you didn’t.” I growl through clenched teeth. He sighs and sits beside me. My bother wraps his arm around me.

“No, you’re right, I didn’t. Now you were saying...?”

I nod and expand my mind. I come into contact with two of our newborns – a couple to be exact – and a rouge male. Taking control of their minds, I start a fight between the boys; leaving them bewildered and confused after five minutes.

I smirk at my brother’s gaping mouth.

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It was midnight when I awoke. Banging was admitting from the kitchen. Groaning, I crawl from the covers of my bed and lumber awkwardly up the hallway.

Jason’s bending over the bench and holding his head. I side up to him.

“What’s the matter?”

He sighs heavily, turns around and embraces me. “I’ve got a feeling something bad is going to happen. I just don’t know what.” My brother was known to have the ability to depict the future. Whatever he had visioned or felt had troubled him deeply to be up this early.

“Don’t worry about it. You’ll find out what it is. Pancakes?” He grunts agreement. I turn on the stove, grease a frying pan and pour pancake mix into it.

“Where’s the strawberry jam?”

“Left, bottom cupboard.”