Mr. Telle was a genius, an artist, a revolutionary of paranormal affairs. Mr. Telle was so revolutionary, in fact, that he was arrested for conspiring with the vampires he was theoretically out to stake. After five years buried alive in Hässlich’s highest security dungeon, Varian Telle escapes prison three days before the grizzly assassination of military official Scurlock Hooks. Varian, his treachery and arrest immediately make every headline, news station and billboard as murder suspect number one. After all, hadn’t Hooks been the one to accuse Varian of plotting in the first place?
There’s only one problem: he’s disappeared before the murder trial.
And the artful young pickpocket with serious debt, and her unicorn with a knack for tracking, are just the pair to find him in a coffee shop, morose and slightly hungover. She threatens to not only expose Varian if he does not accept her business proposal, but accuse him of abducting her as well. Should he accept, then once his work is complete she will reveal her identity, that he may demand a ransom from her fabulously wealthy parents. Either way, he's cornered.
She claims she is a changeling, a human child stolen away to by Others, the invisible, magical race only talented few like Varian can still See, and raised in the place of a faerie as a slave. She has, however, entered into a bargain with the Underworld as well. Within three months, she must find a fae to take her place in the Seelie Court. Obviously, professional help is in order, and who could be more fit for the job the Varian Telle, himself? The pair of them enter into a contract: he finds the Imperfect whom her parents have raised in her place, and she, in return, pays him enough money to smuggle himself out of the country.
(This story does occur in the True Silk universe, but it is a few hundred years in the making.)
He doesn't blink, still. She kisses her teeth, folds her arms and walks away. "Fine, you wanna stay down here? You can."
"Come on, man." I turn around again. "This really isn't funny -"
A tall, pencil-thin figure looms behind him. Its white skin is translucent and papery and its fine, greasy black hair has been formed into matter locks. Its neck, which is slightly too long for humans, is stretched like a turtle's while its shoulders are pitted down and and hunched.
If it were possible, Grants eyes go even blanker, as if the life had just left his body. It's a few seconds before his body collapses to his knees and then laggingly onto his face.
The creature's slender, skeletal fingers drip with his blood, in its hand, a fresh, still desperately beating heart.
Grant's heart.
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Julien would be your run of the mill bad girl; smart mouth, always picking fights, doesn't take anyone's crap bad girl. She would be...if only it weren't for the fact that she is an out-of-the-ordinary vampire.
That much is made very clear when she and some friends go poking around the forbidden catacombs outside of their home city. They accidentally find something ancient and murderous lying beneath its surface with ties to old, dangerous magic kept locked away for good reasons. And now he has ties to her.
Started November 1st, 2021