Well lass and lassies here's chapter 8, sorry I took so long to update, I have been incredibly busy with work lol (I think I am turning into a workaholic) …But here it is, and I hope you like it : ) I promise not to take so long updating, I have already started working in the next two chapters. Which I am quite excited about : ) Anyways I shall shut it now and let ya read.
At the distance I saw fancy limos one by one pull in front of City Hall. One by one guest poured out of their vehicles. You could easily tell the difference between the ancient vampires and the younger ones, who were usually guarding them. The ancients carried this coldness about them, making them seem incapable of feeling or even smiling for that matter. The movements of the limbs were different too. They were incredibly precise and graceful; there was no fidgeting, no rise and fall of the chest, no blinking. They were like walking statues, cold, hard and simply not human.
The night was beautiful; lights adorned the hall, making it obvious of the 'festivities'. But despite its beauty I felt scared. I wanted to stay here, sitting besides Ulric in his limo and not go outside. I had yet to see a truly familiar face and I didn't count the moments before I did.
"Breathe." Ulric's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"What?"
"You have ceased breathing. You are human and therefore require-"
"Yeah I know." My words came out sharper than intended. He simply cocked his head to the side, a very un-human gesture.
When our limo was pulled to the entrance, the door was opened by a vampire I recognize to be of Ulric, letting the cold air inside.
Ulric made his way out first and then held his hand out for me. I stared at it for some seconds, unsure of what to do. Then I took it.
When I stepped outside I wrapped the shawl tighter around myself. He wrapped his arm around my waist. I stiffened and tried pulling away, but didn't succeed. The gesture seemed possessive.
"Gods help me." I whispered to the wind itself.
"Gods do not help us, love. They always turn a blind eye. We can only help ourselves." He said in my ear. His realistic idea sent shivers down my spine, making me much colder than I already was.
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The room the meeting was held in was large and round room with seats all around in different level. It was much like a football stadium except that the space in the center of the room was nowhere near as large. I could see why this room would be perfect to hold a meeting; you had view of everyone in it.
I sat next to Ulric. I leaned back, forced my back to relax, my legs crossed.
There were many unfamiliar faces in the room, ancient vampires that were even more terrifying up close. Not a flicker of humanity in those eyes. I recognized other species as well, that were just as terrifying. There was Cillian, the alpha of the felines in the northeastern territories. I've have heard of the man, but had never laid eyes upon him. He was tall and slender with skin the color of caramel and hazel eyes that reminded me of a tiger in the prairie. And he was a tiger.
Even the Seelie prince was here. He was beautiful and magnificent just like the fey in story books with long hair that seemed to be made of the purest gold, and skin a gold that seemed to glow within. His eyes were a blue much like the planet Neptune.
Upon our arrival there were many obvious opinions. Some master vampires looked at me like they wanted to rip my throat out, others were irritated and others were mildly curious. When my gaze scanned the many beings in the room, my eyes fell upon two very familiar faces. Logan, who looked angry as hell. And Gabriel.
When my eyes fell upon Logan the first thought that came to my head was run. I haven't seen Logan since my escape years ago. When he saw me he stood, his back rigid straight and ready to attack. Ready to kill the one person who had dared to make a fool out of him. He hadn't change one bit, his face beautiful and angelic all of which he was not. I felt deep born fear seeing him again. The illogical fear you feel as a child when you think there's a monster under your bed. You try to tell yourself that he isn't real, that he can't harm you. But fear and logic have never merged seamlessly.
I had a different reaction when I saw Gabriel. He sat, patiently waiting for the meeting to begin. The only change was the tiny frown on his lips when he saw me. He too hadn't changed one bit. Gabriel looked just like the vampire he did when he left his only daughter to a ruthless man. He wasn't beautiful, but he was handsome; he had brown wavy hair and warm chocolate eyes. He didn't look like a being capable of abandonment. But I knew looks can be deceiving.
Upon seeing him I felt my stomach tighten and something worse than fear overwhelmed me. Grief. And rage.
Then the meeting began.
The council meeting was much like I anticipated to begin with. They talked of politics just like any other world leaders. They spoke of territories and issues. To tell you the truth it was rather boring. I soon lost focus and just started observing the 'people' in the room. In total there were seventeen members in the council. Of the seventeen eleven were vampire masters, of which six were ancients. Ulric was one of them. The other vampires were not nearly as old, yet they emancipated power from their every pore. Amongst the remaining six members were three alpha shape-shifters, two elves and one witch.
The mentioning of the Resistance brought me out of evaluating the members of the council. The question was asked of course by Logan.
"...There's one more issue to address." He said. And when he was sure all eyes including mines were upon him he continued. "There have been attacks from the 'human resistance'." He didn't even try to hide the disdain in his voice. I immediately tensed. "More than a handful of dominant vampires were attacked and murdered, by the mother coven. Arkana, Jonas, Reese" he addressed come of the ancients. "They have dared to attack us; it will not take long before they have the audacity to make grander attacks."
I knew he was turning the tables. Making the vampires the victims in front of the council when they were the one to attack. My fist tightened, my nails dug into my skin. I wanted to hurt someone, more precise Logan.
"They are but special humans; they are not much of a threat." Arkana one of the ancients spoke. Her voice was monotone, not a hint of emotion colored her tone.
"They are Arcana. They have grown bold and powerful. And they have shifters on their side now. The threat must be eliminated."
I was ready to jump out of my chair and launch into an argument, or worse a fight i couldn't win. I guessed Ulric sensed my anger. He placed one of his hands on one of my knees. A warning gesture. But I could care less.
"The threat must and will" He looked at me when he said it. "be eliminated."
The room was silent. Everybody seemed to be thinking about what to say. To slay one of the only capable threat against vampire rule. I knew the non-vampire members knew terminating the Coven would be like extinguishing the one last hope we had of ever regaining power. Of being truly free again. But I also recognized that they were also a small minority. To speak for the Coven would be to speak against Logan. Nobody wanted that. Nobody but I. I stood.
"According to you sir, they are a threat because they are powerful enough to fight against you. You say they have attacked and that they killed your kind. But correct me if I am wrong but weren't you that one that lead the attack against the Coven. You have more than a handful of casualties. But answer me this Logan, how many of the witches and their allies did you kill."
"Why don't you silence your pet, Ulric before I do it for you?" He stared at me with an anger that rivaled my own. Very deep inside I felt fear. But My anger was much more stronger. I was known for being a hot head.
I didn't dare sneak a peek at Ulric. I could feel his anger radiating from him. But if he was going to kill me, what the hell. Might as well go out with a bang.
I answered before Ulric. "I belong to no one, vampire." I wanted to rip the bastard to shreds.
"Don't you? I thought otherwise, seemed like you were naught but property from birth. Easily subdued, easily tied and tortured." Only Ulric, Gabriel and I knew the meaning to his words.
"Enough!" Ulric voice boomed into the room.
"Ulric please take your human, before I lose my patience." The words were spoken by Jonas. I was in deep shit. I knew it, but still I had to have the last word.
Ulric wrapped a hand around my upper arm. The grip was unbreakable. My anger rose even more and I shrugged at him, tried to push him off. He half-rattled me before he let me go. I knew my arm was going to bruise tomorrow. But today I couldn't care less.
In a swift motion I dropped the shawl I had worn over the gown. I turned to Logan one last time. He too had stood in anger.
"There's something you haven't realized Doll." I used his nickname for me. "I am no longer the young girl under your 'care'. I can defend myself. Lay one hand on me and by god I shall gut you were you stand before I die." My teeth were clenched so tight it made my jaw hurt.
And with that I left the room straight and stoic; giving them an eyeful of my back on my way out.
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