Part 2 of 4
1764
Angelus was pacing the small hotel room that he, Darla and Morgan were residing in until the sunset. The two women were sitting on the couch. Angelus slammed his fist against the wall. "That man is relentless!"
"What are you going on about, Angelus?" Darla asked.
Angelus turned and walked over to the couch. "I'm talking about Holtz! He just won't give up!"
Morgan perked up. "Is that the man who's in charge of the people who have been chasing us?" She asked.
"Yes, do you know anything about him?"
Morgan stood up and walked to Angelus. "I not only know about him, I know him personally. He's the reason I came to you." She replied playfully.
Angelus smiled, took her in his arms and kissed her roughly. "Is he now? This puts an interesting spin on the situation."
Darla stood up. "How well do you know him?" she asked sharply.
Morgan grinned "Let's go to his home tomorrow night and I'll show you how well I know him."
Angelus laughed "I like your plan! What do you say Darla?"
Darla smiled "I say we let little Morgan show us the way."
The following evening, after Holtz and his men had left to once again try and hunt them down, Angelus, Darla and Morgan went up to his house. Morgan knocked on the door. A young girl opened it. She smiled in surprise when she saw Morgan. "Katie? Are you back?"
Morgan grinned "Yes, I'm back. You didn't think I'd forgotten about you did you, Sarah?"
The girl shook her head. "Can my friends and I come in?"
"Yes, come in!" They did. Sarah took Morgan's hand. "Come see momma and the baby."
"Alright, lead the way." Angelus and Darla followed Morgan and her sister. They entered a large family room.
Sarah ran over to her mother "Momma look who's here!"
Her mother stood up and turned around. She let out a small cry of surprise. "Katherine? Is it you?"
Morgan grinned. "Yes, momma. It's me."
Her mother wiped a tear from her eyes. "You've grown up since the last time I saw you." Her mother said, referring to the more provocative way that Morgan dressed, as well as the more elaborate hairstyle. "How have you been, dear?"
"I've been having the time of my life. These are my friends. Why don't you two get to know my sister? I need to talk to my mother."
Darla laughed "We'd love to." She and Angelus walked over to where the little girl was playing with her doll.
Morgan turned to her mother "You look tired, Momma. Why don't you sit down and rest for a while?" Her mother sat in the chair next to the fire place. As soon she had done this, Morgan grabbed some rope that she had spotted laying next to the chair. She proceeded to bind her mother to the chair.
Her mother cried out in alarm "Katherine! What are you doing?"
Morgan leaned down near her ear "I'm getting revenge. And a meal."
Her mother began to struggle "What are you talking about? Katherine, what has happened to you?"
"You'll see...now hush... and pay attention." Angelus and Darla began to devour the little girl. "Now, don't forget to turn her. I want to leave a clear message for my father!" They looked up at her and laughed. Morgan turned back to her mother. "Now do you see? We're tired of Father constantly trying to kill us. And as of yet, we haven't been able to kill him. So we've decided to kill those nearest and dearest to him."
There were tears streaming down her mother's face. Morgan gently wiped them away. "Shhhh... don't cry, Momma... this won't take long. And we won't kill father, he's much to smart to let us do that. Now be a good girl and watch."
"What are you, Katherine? What's happened to my sweet girl?"
Morgan slapped her. "Don't call me that! My name isn't Katherine anymore. And as far as what I am...I'm one of them. You see, Angelus got me from Father Caleb that night that you told Father I was having visions again. He turned me into a vampire. And I'm so glad he did. He and Darla have been more a family to me than you and father ever were."
"Katherine...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! Please..."
Morgan slapped her again "Shut Up! Just Shut Up! I told you, my name isn't Katherine anymore. It's Morgan. And I don't care if you are sorry. Being sorry doesn't change what you've done. Now just sit still. This won't take long." She sank her teeth into her mother's neck. In a few moments she was dead.
Morgan licked the blood from her lips. Her baby brother was screaming. "Angelus, Darla! You can have my brother too! Be out of here before my father gets back. I'm going for a walk. I'll meet you back at the hotel."
"Be careful." Angelus called after her.
August, 1780
Morgan came in from the hunt. It was less than half an hour until sunrise. Darla had been back long before. She had an angry look on her face as Morgan shut the door. "Do you have any idea how close it is to sunrise? Where is Angelus?" She said viciously. Since Angelus had sired Morgan, he seemed to pay less and less attention to her and more and more attention to Morgan.
Morgan looked at Darla impishly and shrugged "He'll be here when he gets here. You worry too much; it really is becoming a real pain..."
The door opened suddenly and Angelus entered. "Well that was fun." He put his arms around Morgan "Darla, you should have seen her. She has such an art in her kills." Darla glared at him and then left the room.
Morgan looked up at Angelus and grinned. "I wonder what got caught in her teeth."
Angelus laughed and then turned, pushing her against the wall, pinning her there with his body. He wound her hair in his fingers, kissing her deeply and passionately. She jumped up, wrapping her legs around him as she hungrily nipped at his throat. He growled deeply and she could feel how much he wanted her. The next thing she knew she was on her back on the floor, her arms pinned above her head by his strong hands. They moaned as he began to undress her and as the sun rose, their bodies entwined in sinful and passionate bliss.
The following evening as Angelus, Morgan and Darla left for the hunt they were ignorant to any changes that might have occurred. Morgan went off by herself and Angelus went with Darla in an attempt to smooth out her feelings about being left to her own amusements all day. She had noticed the caresses exchanged before they went out and wasn't at all happy about all the attention Morgan was receiving.
Morgan began feasting on a young man who she lured into a back alley after getting him drunk. She then looked around for someone else ensnare. As she was looking for her next victim a vision suddenly hit her.
Her. Killing. The faces of all her victims. Her mother. Blood.
Blood and death.
She staggered back, shocked by the feelings of guilt and remorse that the vision had brought with it. Why was she having these feelings? She needed to find Angelus. He would know. She began to make her way back to the house, avoiding as many people as possible.
Hours later, Angelus and Darla came in drunk and clearly aroused by the night's feeding. Morgan sat near the fireplace with a strange expression on her face. Angelus sobered almost instantly "Morgan? What's wrong?"
"I was hoping you could tell me...I have this sickening feeling of guilt and remorse... what the hell is wrong with me!?"
Darla came over and sniffed her "Ugh... you've got a soul!"
"I've got a WHAT?" She paused and contemplated this fact.
Angelus began laughing quietly "My little Morgan has gone and gotten herself a soul. How pathetic is that?" Morgan rushed him and pinned him against the wall. "What's the matter princess? Does it hurt?"
"Quit mocking me and tell me how to get rid of it!"
Darla began to laugh now. "You can't get rid of it. You're stuck."
Morgan let go of Angelus and walked towards the door. There were still a few hours left before sunrise. Angelus looked up at her. "Where are you going, Kitten?"
"I'm gonna find out how to get rid of this bloody thing!" She walked out into the darkness slamming the door behind her.
March 1860
A band of Gypsies were traveling along a dark road in silence. They were not received well at the last town they passed through. A girl suddenly appeared in the middle of the road before them. A look of dazed surprise was on her face. "Gypsies." She whispered.
A man came towards her. "Excuse me, are you lost?"
The girl nodded. "Perhaps you can help me. I'm looking for a cure, the kind that involves magic."
The man smiled. "You've stumbled on the right people. What's your name, child?"
The girl stepped forward "My name is Morgan. But I'm hardly a child."
The gypsies began to murmur amongst themselves, they had heard of her. The man stepped closer to Morgan. "My name is Mikal, these are my people. What cure do you seek from us?"
"I have soul. I don't know how I got it, and I don't care. I just want to get rid of it! Now, you can either help me, or I can go elsewhere. But I warn you, I will get rid of this soul, and when I do, I'll be out for blood. And I've heard that Gypsy blood is quite rich."
Mikal turned and looked at the wagons. His wife was in one of them, along with his two year old son. "If we help you, then you will leave us alone? Forever?"
Morgan nodded "You have my word."
"Laius! Move the wagons back and bring me Mara."
Laius did as he was told. In a few minutes, an old woman came forward. She looked from Mikal to Morgan, puzzled. "You want me to help her? Are you sure, Mikal?"
"Yes, Mara, I'm sure."
The woman nodded "As you wish then, Mikal, as you wish. You might want to sit down, this could take a while." The three of them sat down, forming a triangle. Mara rummaged through her bag, pulling out herbs, bottles, powders and a small bowl. She mixed the ingredients together and began to chant. Colored smoke began to rise from the bowl. As Mara finished chanting, she poured the contents into a vial and hand it to Morgan. "Drink this, and hurry before it loses potency."
Morgan did as instructed. At first it was cool and sweet, but then it became bitter and burned. She gagged and began to lose consciousness. Her eyes glowed with a golden light and then went black. She passed out briefly and then stood up. "Now that was fun! You gypsies sure do know how to show a vampire a good time!" She laughed. "But unfortunately, I must be on my way. I wouldn't want to be stuck outside when the sun comes up. I'll be seeing you!" She called as she ran off into the night.
Mikal and Mara walked back to the wagons. "Did you cure her?"
"For a time. The potient will wear off eventually. Tell me Mikal, why where you so willing to help her? She is a vampire."
Mikal nodded and turned to Mara. "I did it for my wife and for my son. She threatened to find the cure elsewhere if we didn't help. She also said that if we refused to help her, when she did find a cure she would come back and take her revenge. I couldn't risk the deaths of my wife and child. I love them too much."
Mara nodded "You are a wise man, Mikal."
"How long before the potient wears off?"
"I don't know. Twenty years or more. Only time will tell."
To be continued...
