Chapter XII
"Hush little baby don't say a word." Willow sang softly to the Connor. In response to his mother's song Baby Connor cooed.
Willow had been listening to Nathaniel explain why the shape shifters want Connor and about an hour ago she had to stop listening. In her mind hearing that a hole Species wanted her new born dead because of a millennium old prophecy said that her son would rid the race that takes not true form, left her feeling like the god she cherished most when she first was pregnant was now damning her for what she thought was a blessing. She sat and gazed at the tiny infant drifting into sleep and wondered if she would in the end actually be able to keep her newborn son and be able to raise him as if she was a real human mother. But her thoughts were soon interrupted by Ambrose's footsteps down the hall.
"Here have some, it will make u feel better. You left really fast, is there anything you want to talk about or anything I can do to help you a little bit." Ambrose asked while handing her a beer.
"Thank you, but I don't need to talk to anyone right now, I just want to be left alone with Connor okay." Willow answered with out even moving her gaze on the now sleeping infant.
"Okay but when you are ready to talk we'll be here." Ambrose said as he left the room.
Willow sat in the rocker next to Connor's crib with the now half empty beer bottle in her hand. Ambrose was right it did make her feel a little bit better but now she was having these strange feelings. She was now thinking of Connor as food instead of her child. Theses feelings were driving her mad and making her lust for human blood grow stronger. She took another drink from the bottle finishing it off then smashed it and jabbed it into her leg. She winced at the siring pain but that pain made her lust for blood fade. She decided that maybe getting out and having some fun at one of the clubs would do her some good. So she pulled out the shattered bottle and winced again at the pain but then stood and walked to her room. She slipped into a pair of graffiti pants and a silk button up tee. Then she ran down the hall thinking all of the others were out but was soon surprised by Ambrose calling her. She quickly turned and faced him. "Are you leaving Will?" Ambrose asked.
"Umm yeah just out to a club and I really have to eat before I fait, can you watch Connor thanks a bunch Ambrose." Willow called as she grabbed her coat and went out the door.
Willow let a Sigh of relief as she entered to the town. Her blood lust was too strong for her many centuries of control she had to feed and fast. She walked long fast strides until she found a fitting victim drained him cold and dropped the body. She felt giddy full of energy and wanted to party, she quickened her steps to the nearest club. The line at the club called Ambrosia Black was at least three hundred people long, so she used her telepathy and made it so the guard recognized her as a good friend and he called he up to the front and let her in. The rush of scents from the club made her giddy and ready to party hard. Her body hummed to the beat of the techno sound. She soon spotted a group of teenage boys. She had began to dance near them until they were all with her dancing, talking, and having a good time. After a few hours of partying she was able to talk to of the boys to walk her home.
"Where is your house again Willow?" one of the boys asked tentatively.
"Oh its near by I promise just a little but farther." Willow said.
But as she said that she sensed a vampiric aura coming in her direction. She took no note of it and kept on walking. But Willow sensed the aura was stronger and in response she entered her preys mind and pulled sleep forward and willed herself and her two prey to a safer place to feed. She appeared in an abandon warehouse and as soon as her eyesight adjusted she wrapped an arm around one of the boy's neck and eased him forward. Willow unsheathed her canines and pierced skin and blood soon came into her mouth. After getting the first taste, shot back and spit out the blood. She knew instantly what she had on her hands. She had just drank from a shifter from the Mericai clan. These hunters are basically human except for they're immortal and their blood tastes like turpentine. Luckily for her she didn't like the taste because too much of their blood can kill a vampire. After dropping the first boy her drive set on the second boy. She took a chance to see if this boy was also a hunter. She just slit his wrist open a licked the line of blood away. His blood was pure, human, and delicious. She then moved up to the neck, bit down, and drank every drop that would flee from his veins. After dropping the dead body on the floor she turned her attention on the hunter. She released him from the sleep hold and pulled him to his feet. "How do I kill them?" she ordered the frightened hunter.
"Kill what?" he said in a shaky voice.
"The shifters, you dumbass. The things you kill for a living?" Willow yelled. The hunter was silent. To reward him for his silence willow slammed him into the wall ad bared her teeth at him then let out a low growl. She could smell his fear. It was so strong and it was making her dizzy. Then out of the blue a left hook caught her in the jaw. She stumbled back and was kicked to the floor. "I am really not as stupid as you were thinking. I know who you are and I know what you want from me and you'll have to do better then threaten my life to get me to help." The hunter said boldly as he stood above her.
" Really do you know my son is human and the shifters want him?" Willow growled.
The hunters face lighted and he said " I didn't know the child was human if it was I would have found you earlier."
The hunter let willow stand and then stuck out his hand in a human gesture.
The said
"My name is Cole Solesten and I was sent to Prague to protect you from the shifters." Willow sensed that there was something different about what was going on instantly. She attempted to enter his thoughts but was blocked out. She had remembered what Ambrose had told her once, that shifter hunters had no mental control over opening and closing his mind so how could this one do it. She didn't want to sweat with the small details so she asked, "So how do I kill the shifters."
The hunter looked at her and said, "Man vampires are really stupid for being so old."
Then side kicked her. She fell hard on the ground and quickly rolled out missing the sharp tip of a knife. She braced her self, flipped back to her feet, and dodged another swipe from the knife. She rocked back in to defense stance and built up her power to face the attacker. Her aura began to spark and crackle with how much energy and power she had built up. She turned to face her attacker once more and found no one there. Siring pain made her realize he was behind her. He grinned at her then she felt his fingers at the wound, brought two fingers of blood to his mouth, and licked it down. His hot breath on her ear made her shutter then he whispered, "The blood of a vampire will give a shifter invulnerability."
He shifted in to his real form, pulled a knife to her throat and said "Any last words?"
Willow for the first time in centuries felt fear. She stood with the shifter's blade at her throat. She felt it press slightly to let a trickle of blood roll down. She shook now from the fear. As the shifter leaned his head down to lick the blood away a yell came from the rafters. "Get the hell away from her, you Half Breed or the gods will look away after what I have done to you."
She looked up to see who was yelling at the shifter and she gasped at the man standing there.
"Hush little baby don't say a word." Willow sang softly to the Connor. In response to his mother's song Baby Connor cooed.
Willow had been listening to Nathaniel explain why the shape shifters want Connor and about an hour ago she had to stop listening. In her mind hearing that a hole Species wanted her new born dead because of a millennium old prophecy said that her son would rid the race that takes not true form, left her feeling like the god she cherished most when she first was pregnant was now damning her for what she thought was a blessing. She sat and gazed at the tiny infant drifting into sleep and wondered if she would in the end actually be able to keep her newborn son and be able to raise him as if she was a real human mother. But her thoughts were soon interrupted by Ambrose's footsteps down the hall.
"Here have some, it will make u feel better. You left really fast, is there anything you want to talk about or anything I can do to help you a little bit." Ambrose asked while handing her a beer.
"Thank you, but I don't need to talk to anyone right now, I just want to be left alone with Connor okay." Willow answered with out even moving her gaze on the now sleeping infant.
"Okay but when you are ready to talk we'll be here." Ambrose said as he left the room.
Willow sat in the rocker next to Connor's crib with the now half empty beer bottle in her hand. Ambrose was right it did make her feel a little bit better but now she was having these strange feelings. She was now thinking of Connor as food instead of her child. Theses feelings were driving her mad and making her lust for human blood grow stronger. She took another drink from the bottle finishing it off then smashed it and jabbed it into her leg. She winced at the siring pain but that pain made her lust for blood fade. She decided that maybe getting out and having some fun at one of the clubs would do her some good. So she pulled out the shattered bottle and winced again at the pain but then stood and walked to her room. She slipped into a pair of graffiti pants and a silk button up tee. Then she ran down the hall thinking all of the others were out but was soon surprised by Ambrose calling her. She quickly turned and faced him. "Are you leaving Will?" Ambrose asked.
"Umm yeah just out to a club and I really have to eat before I fait, can you watch Connor thanks a bunch Ambrose." Willow called as she grabbed her coat and went out the door.
Willow let a Sigh of relief as she entered to the town. Her blood lust was too strong for her many centuries of control she had to feed and fast. She walked long fast strides until she found a fitting victim drained him cold and dropped the body. She felt giddy full of energy and wanted to party, she quickened her steps to the nearest club. The line at the club called Ambrosia Black was at least three hundred people long, so she used her telepathy and made it so the guard recognized her as a good friend and he called he up to the front and let her in. The rush of scents from the club made her giddy and ready to party hard. Her body hummed to the beat of the techno sound. She soon spotted a group of teenage boys. She had began to dance near them until they were all with her dancing, talking, and having a good time. After a few hours of partying she was able to talk to of the boys to walk her home.
"Where is your house again Willow?" one of the boys asked tentatively.
"Oh its near by I promise just a little but farther." Willow said.
But as she said that she sensed a vampiric aura coming in her direction. She took no note of it and kept on walking. But Willow sensed the aura was stronger and in response she entered her preys mind and pulled sleep forward and willed herself and her two prey to a safer place to feed. She appeared in an abandon warehouse and as soon as her eyesight adjusted she wrapped an arm around one of the boy's neck and eased him forward. Willow unsheathed her canines and pierced skin and blood soon came into her mouth. After getting the first taste, shot back and spit out the blood. She knew instantly what she had on her hands. She had just drank from a shifter from the Mericai clan. These hunters are basically human except for they're immortal and their blood tastes like turpentine. Luckily for her she didn't like the taste because too much of their blood can kill a vampire. After dropping the first boy her drive set on the second boy. She took a chance to see if this boy was also a hunter. She just slit his wrist open a licked the line of blood away. His blood was pure, human, and delicious. She then moved up to the neck, bit down, and drank every drop that would flee from his veins. After dropping the dead body on the floor she turned her attention on the hunter. She released him from the sleep hold and pulled him to his feet. "How do I kill them?" she ordered the frightened hunter.
"Kill what?" he said in a shaky voice.
"The shifters, you dumbass. The things you kill for a living?" Willow yelled. The hunter was silent. To reward him for his silence willow slammed him into the wall ad bared her teeth at him then let out a low growl. She could smell his fear. It was so strong and it was making her dizzy. Then out of the blue a left hook caught her in the jaw. She stumbled back and was kicked to the floor. "I am really not as stupid as you were thinking. I know who you are and I know what you want from me and you'll have to do better then threaten my life to get me to help." The hunter said boldly as he stood above her.
" Really do you know my son is human and the shifters want him?" Willow growled.
The hunters face lighted and he said " I didn't know the child was human if it was I would have found you earlier."
The hunter let willow stand and then stuck out his hand in a human gesture.
The said
"My name is Cole Solesten and I was sent to Prague to protect you from the shifters." Willow sensed that there was something different about what was going on instantly. She attempted to enter his thoughts but was blocked out. She had remembered what Ambrose had told her once, that shifter hunters had no mental control over opening and closing his mind so how could this one do it. She didn't want to sweat with the small details so she asked, "So how do I kill the shifters."
The hunter looked at her and said, "Man vampires are really stupid for being so old."
Then side kicked her. She fell hard on the ground and quickly rolled out missing the sharp tip of a knife. She braced her self, flipped back to her feet, and dodged another swipe from the knife. She rocked back in to defense stance and built up her power to face the attacker. Her aura began to spark and crackle with how much energy and power she had built up. She turned to face her attacker once more and found no one there. Siring pain made her realize he was behind her. He grinned at her then she felt his fingers at the wound, brought two fingers of blood to his mouth, and licked it down. His hot breath on her ear made her shutter then he whispered, "The blood of a vampire will give a shifter invulnerability."
He shifted in to his real form, pulled a knife to her throat and said "Any last words?"
Willow for the first time in centuries felt fear. She stood with the shifter's blade at her throat. She felt it press slightly to let a trickle of blood roll down. She shook now from the fear. As the shifter leaned his head down to lick the blood away a yell came from the rafters. "Get the hell away from her, you Half Breed or the gods will look away after what I have done to you."
She looked up to see who was yelling at the shifter and she gasped at the man standing there.