Ok guys, there is one more chapter after this. I would really appreciate it
if you reviewed, I really do love this chapter. The name that he chooses is
darling. Eric's POV. Enjoy!!
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"Master of Midnight," Lucia growled at me as she came into the room. It has been two months since the death of her uncle and yet she still has not forgiven me of the biggest mistake of my life. I have not changed over the short time, although vampire's thoughts of me are amusing. I have changed my name so that they would not suspect something. Not as if vampires look at the slaves anyway.
"Yes, Lucia?" I ask her, my hopes rising. She had just come back from Nada's delivery of the child. My child. The last thing of my human life left. The child and my wife. "What news of Nada?" Lucia smiled as she sat down. Everytime we spoke of Nada, her hatred towards me melted like a penny on the sun. Almost instantly.
"Yes Lucia, do tell." I barely glanced over at the new vampire in the room. Turquoise has been trying to get used to being a Midnight vampire. But her interests have been lying in the Kendra Line. She does not like the world of slaves. She had heard of the legendary bashes and has been wishing to go to one. But she has not been able to leave the boundaries of Midnight or the town it owns until she is properly able to control her new powers.
"Well, bad or good news first?" I did not like bad news. If the bad news was anything as bad as Lucia made it sound as it was, the good news would not make me feel better.
"Good," Adrian responded as he came into the room. He has changed greatly over the short period of time. He has gone from a painful, hated trainer into one of the kindest vampires I have ever known. His attitude change towards Nada is also stunning. One year she is a pesky fly buzzing above his head, and the next she is one of the most important things on his mind. Highly contradictiary, but alright...
"Well, it turns out that I was getting somewhere when I said her stomach was a little big." I half stood off of the couch. Adrian pushed me back down. I wanted to smack him but kept my hands down.
"Well?" Turquoise prodded.
"There seems to be twins." I was on my feet, despite the hands of Adrian. I seemed to have pulled Adrian to his feet as well. Or had he stood up on his own?
"Two! I'm a father of twins!" I screamed it happily as I saw Lucia tear up. Out of happiness or sadness, I do not know. But I sat down, pushing down my happiness, knowing it could not save me for what was to come. "The bad news?"
"There is two elements of bad news," Lucia began, her eyes on the floor. After a moment or two of silence, my sister continued. "It turns out that Jager had fed Nada some of his own blood before the births took place. Flame's blood bond was overcome by Jager's." She had to stop to control her tear filled voice. And finally she looked at me. Right into my illusionary blue eyes. "Your wife and your daughter are bonded to your killer."
Had my heart still been beating, it would have stopped. If I had not been able to control my anger, my hatred, my blinding rage, I would have found the closest slave and killed it right on the spot. I would have gone mad had I not been able to control myself. But I am able to hold my anger back. Anger is less painful to fear that hurt. And believe me, I was feeling some major pain now.
"Their names?" Adrian asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. I had not thought about that. And I leaned back, ran my fingers through my hair, and tried to fight tears.
"Nada has not named them yet," Lucia answered, her eyes still on me. "She wanted Eric to name his son."
"Eric is dead," I snapped, pulling my gaze away from hers and staring up at the ceiling.
"She wants her husband to name his son," she corrected herself, sadness laced with hurt and anger.
"Well, I shall think about it," I finally answered before I stood up and left the room.
"Eric.." I thought to myself as I stalked the long hallway. "Eric would not kill slaves for spite, Eric would not drink a human dry. Eric was human." I slammed my fist against one of the walls. "Eric is dead!" I kept repeating that to myself, continuously pounding the wall until I was mumbling and I was barely even touching the wall when I went to hit it. I then slumped to the floor and began crying.
I am pretty sure that most vampires did not go through these fits of depression like this. But what makes me so different? I do not know. Earlier in my life I have said that I belong in Midnight. I am bound by that statement now. I could go to any other Line and yet still be bound to Midnight by blood. But my maker is dead, killed by his own hand, his own SON.
"Korbin, what have you done to yourself?" I feel myself being lifted up, but I do not acknowledge who has done so. "You have children, whether to your old name or not. They are your children by blood. It was your blood once." A sob of edged sanity escaped my lips. I was so confused. Who am I? Am I Eric, the innocent lap dog of Jaguar, or am I Korbin, Master of Midnight? Where did my children belong? "You have a wife, Korbin, a wife. I have never wished for one of my own, but I would like a partner to watch the days wither away."
"I want to name my son." I pulled away from Adrian's grip and stood up on my own. He looked at me with respect. No matter how insane I felt, I had to name my son. My son. I felt like weeping with joy at the very thought. I am too human for my own good.
"I'm glad to hear that," Adrian told me as I tried to keep my balance. He looked so calm. I knew he was broken inside. But he has many years to perfect that. I am not even a year old and I have surpassed many expectations. "But you need to feed first..."
"No, Adrian. I will NOT put myself infront of my son or daughter." I paused to catch my breath. My mind was spinning.I had not fed in two or three days. I had been waiting for my sister to arrive. I thought of a name that no one would ever think of. One like Risika. A name that was unheard of. That way, no one could ever get mixed up with my son and someone else's. I thought of one that came to my mind and I spoke it before I had time to think it over."Linaien. Linaein De Fiaro." Adrian smiled. I mean, really smiled. That was the happiest smile I have ever seen on his face.
"You use the name of your blood father for your son."
"Jaguar was more than a blood father. He was my family. I owe it to him to pass down his name, even if I had not shared his blood for my whole life."
"Linaein De Fiaro it is Master Korbin." Adrian was still smiling. I suppose he was glad for Nada. Not many 17 year olds could give birth to twins unassisted and with no drugs. "I'll go to Lucia and inform her of her nephew's name." And with that he was gone.
I leaned my head back against the cold wall and sighed. Linaein. My son's name was Linaein. But now was the problem. I now had a son and a daughter. One was touched by the damned blood and the other was as pure as spring water. One was Jager's by blood, and one was mine. How would their lives begin? How were we going to save both of them?
"You can't." Not even listening to that voice that I heard everyday from my own lips, I left to go and feed. I was losing and gaining a child in the same day. Life is not fair. And my whole existence was proof to that.
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Awww! Dont you feel horrid? I do....please review! Heh next and last chapter you get to get to know the name of the daughter, and following that there are author's notes. Please have a nice day!!!
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"Master of Midnight," Lucia growled at me as she came into the room. It has been two months since the death of her uncle and yet she still has not forgiven me of the biggest mistake of my life. I have not changed over the short time, although vampire's thoughts of me are amusing. I have changed my name so that they would not suspect something. Not as if vampires look at the slaves anyway.
"Yes, Lucia?" I ask her, my hopes rising. She had just come back from Nada's delivery of the child. My child. The last thing of my human life left. The child and my wife. "What news of Nada?" Lucia smiled as she sat down. Everytime we spoke of Nada, her hatred towards me melted like a penny on the sun. Almost instantly.
"Yes Lucia, do tell." I barely glanced over at the new vampire in the room. Turquoise has been trying to get used to being a Midnight vampire. But her interests have been lying in the Kendra Line. She does not like the world of slaves. She had heard of the legendary bashes and has been wishing to go to one. But she has not been able to leave the boundaries of Midnight or the town it owns until she is properly able to control her new powers.
"Well, bad or good news first?" I did not like bad news. If the bad news was anything as bad as Lucia made it sound as it was, the good news would not make me feel better.
"Good," Adrian responded as he came into the room. He has changed greatly over the short period of time. He has gone from a painful, hated trainer into one of the kindest vampires I have ever known. His attitude change towards Nada is also stunning. One year she is a pesky fly buzzing above his head, and the next she is one of the most important things on his mind. Highly contradictiary, but alright...
"Well, it turns out that I was getting somewhere when I said her stomach was a little big." I half stood off of the couch. Adrian pushed me back down. I wanted to smack him but kept my hands down.
"Well?" Turquoise prodded.
"There seems to be twins." I was on my feet, despite the hands of Adrian. I seemed to have pulled Adrian to his feet as well. Or had he stood up on his own?
"Two! I'm a father of twins!" I screamed it happily as I saw Lucia tear up. Out of happiness or sadness, I do not know. But I sat down, pushing down my happiness, knowing it could not save me for what was to come. "The bad news?"
"There is two elements of bad news," Lucia began, her eyes on the floor. After a moment or two of silence, my sister continued. "It turns out that Jager had fed Nada some of his own blood before the births took place. Flame's blood bond was overcome by Jager's." She had to stop to control her tear filled voice. And finally she looked at me. Right into my illusionary blue eyes. "Your wife and your daughter are bonded to your killer."
Had my heart still been beating, it would have stopped. If I had not been able to control my anger, my hatred, my blinding rage, I would have found the closest slave and killed it right on the spot. I would have gone mad had I not been able to control myself. But I am able to hold my anger back. Anger is less painful to fear that hurt. And believe me, I was feeling some major pain now.
"Their names?" Adrian asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. I had not thought about that. And I leaned back, ran my fingers through my hair, and tried to fight tears.
"Nada has not named them yet," Lucia answered, her eyes still on me. "She wanted Eric to name his son."
"Eric is dead," I snapped, pulling my gaze away from hers and staring up at the ceiling.
"She wants her husband to name his son," she corrected herself, sadness laced with hurt and anger.
"Well, I shall think about it," I finally answered before I stood up and left the room.
"Eric.." I thought to myself as I stalked the long hallway. "Eric would not kill slaves for spite, Eric would not drink a human dry. Eric was human." I slammed my fist against one of the walls. "Eric is dead!" I kept repeating that to myself, continuously pounding the wall until I was mumbling and I was barely even touching the wall when I went to hit it. I then slumped to the floor and began crying.
I am pretty sure that most vampires did not go through these fits of depression like this. But what makes me so different? I do not know. Earlier in my life I have said that I belong in Midnight. I am bound by that statement now. I could go to any other Line and yet still be bound to Midnight by blood. But my maker is dead, killed by his own hand, his own SON.
"Korbin, what have you done to yourself?" I feel myself being lifted up, but I do not acknowledge who has done so. "You have children, whether to your old name or not. They are your children by blood. It was your blood once." A sob of edged sanity escaped my lips. I was so confused. Who am I? Am I Eric, the innocent lap dog of Jaguar, or am I Korbin, Master of Midnight? Where did my children belong? "You have a wife, Korbin, a wife. I have never wished for one of my own, but I would like a partner to watch the days wither away."
"I want to name my son." I pulled away from Adrian's grip and stood up on my own. He looked at me with respect. No matter how insane I felt, I had to name my son. My son. I felt like weeping with joy at the very thought. I am too human for my own good.
"I'm glad to hear that," Adrian told me as I tried to keep my balance. He looked so calm. I knew he was broken inside. But he has many years to perfect that. I am not even a year old and I have surpassed many expectations. "But you need to feed first..."
"No, Adrian. I will NOT put myself infront of my son or daughter." I paused to catch my breath. My mind was spinning.I had not fed in two or three days. I had been waiting for my sister to arrive. I thought of a name that no one would ever think of. One like Risika. A name that was unheard of. That way, no one could ever get mixed up with my son and someone else's. I thought of one that came to my mind and I spoke it before I had time to think it over."Linaien. Linaein De Fiaro." Adrian smiled. I mean, really smiled. That was the happiest smile I have ever seen on his face.
"You use the name of your blood father for your son."
"Jaguar was more than a blood father. He was my family. I owe it to him to pass down his name, even if I had not shared his blood for my whole life."
"Linaein De Fiaro it is Master Korbin." Adrian was still smiling. I suppose he was glad for Nada. Not many 17 year olds could give birth to twins unassisted and with no drugs. "I'll go to Lucia and inform her of her nephew's name." And with that he was gone.
I leaned my head back against the cold wall and sighed. Linaein. My son's name was Linaein. But now was the problem. I now had a son and a daughter. One was touched by the damned blood and the other was as pure as spring water. One was Jager's by blood, and one was mine. How would their lives begin? How were we going to save both of them?
"You can't." Not even listening to that voice that I heard everyday from my own lips, I left to go and feed. I was losing and gaining a child in the same day. Life is not fair. And my whole existence was proof to that.
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Awww! Dont you feel horrid? I do....please review! Heh next and last chapter you get to get to know the name of the daughter, and following that there are author's notes. Please have a nice day!!!
Krikoris Kriticos