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I am merely playing in their gardens for a small amount of time.
PROLOGUE
London England- 1774
She wasn't meant to be out so late, she wasn't used to the normally busy cobblestone streets of the city being so deserted. It wasn't safe for a woman to be out alone on the streets at this time of night and it certainly wasn't proper.
But Elizabeth Peyton Sawyer wasn't exactly a proper young lady, she was a witch and a runaway, even if she was at this time a little fearful she had too much pride to show it.
She'd been living in the city on her own for two months, running from an abusive home and a father that blamed her for her mother's death five years earlier.
It wasn't her fault, she hadn't known exactly the type and strength of power she had at her disposal, her mother's lessons had never covered anything but home spells and protection charms, cute little hearth magic tricks she used to amuse and amaze her childhood friends with.
She'd never been warned that she had the ability to tap into darker magic's and she hadn't been warned of the consequences in doing so.
The blonde woman picked up her pace, her flat, black buckled shoes pounding against the pavement as she hurriedly made her way towards the boarding house she'd been living in.
It was past curfew now and she was almost certain she would not be let in through the doors, but a chill was slowly creeping its way up her spine and she couldn't quite shake the feeling she was being watched so she continued on until almost of its own accord her body slowed and her eyes drifted towards a nearby alley.
Standing, shrouded in moonlight stood two men, un-naturally pale, elegantly dressed and eerily handsome.
They looked dangerous, more so than any men she'd ever had the misfortune of encountering in the past.
She wracked her brain for any kind of protection spell she could remember but nothing came to mind. The only thing she could think to do was follow her unflappable instincts and run.
Asturias Spain -1810
She should be old and wrinkly or maybe even dead.
Long ago she'd scream like the young woman in the next room was screaming, she had sobbed and raged against her now sires sick delights, she'd longed for death to come quickly and release her.
But it hadn't, her death had been stolen.
Stolen away by Nathaniel and by Lucas, like she herself was now going to steal the sobbing Spanish girls if she got the chance.
She was lonely and sick of having only her sires for company.
She despised them, everything about them sickened her, she wanted rid of them and had their demises planned from almost the time of her reawakening.
She was only waiting for the perfect opportunity to carry out that plan, she had a feeling now was the time.
But first Peyton was going to turn her first Childe.
Bavaria Germany -1830
She'd been travelling with Anna for a while now, just the two of them travelling the world and taking in the sights and the people.
Turning Anna had been a good decision, one of the best she'd made in not only her vampiric lifetime but all her years.
Making a Childe had helped her discover a few things about herself, about her powers and more importantly about her bloodline.
After Anna had helped her dispose of her troublesome sires the two of them had turned their backs on the entire Order of Aurelius.
Anna proved herself to be a competent Childe and a worthy companion and mate, time and time again, but now the time had come for Peyton to bring someone else into the fold; a simple unassuming German girl with blonde hair and a healthy constitution.
Bevin had just the type of background that made her perfect in Peyton's eyes. She was unloved and in need of guidance. Bevin would be her newest Childe and together with Anna they would begin the age of a new order.
Paris France -1835
Bevin's choice of mate would not have been Peyton's choice for her. Rochelle Gattina was an actress and in Peyton's opinion not even a very good one.
But making a Childe of the spoiled vain young woman did hold a certain appeal, for one it would keep Bevin happy and since her youngest Childe had not once in the entire five years she had been turned asked for anything from her, Peyton thought it in bad taste to begrudge her one simple little request.
Besides Rochelle was stunning to look at with blood-red hair and bright green eyes and Peyton liked to have pretty things around her; it was just a shame the girl was an actress and not a musician. Peyton loathed the theatre.
Boston Massachusetts – 1910
Sisters, twins although not identical, there was something special about them. Peyton had sensed it from the moment she had laid eyes on them.
Her obsession for the sisters, the Davis twins as they were named, was a cause of great hilarity amongst her childer as well as just a slight hint of jealousy.
She'd finally found them, her final two, and they would be her strongest and greatest accomplishments.
She'd already begun her courtship of them, in fact unknown to the two girls sitting together giggling by the window at a grand piano in their living room; they should be receiving her first gift to them very soon.
The time was almost near. Haley Lynn and Brooklyn Penelope Davis would soon learn they were meant to be hers.