Hi! Sorry it took so long, I've been REALLY busy. I put Jager in this one because, frankly, I don't know what I'm going to do from here on out. So, it might be slow goings.
ShadowBlaze: Sorry about the changing views, my other story is in first person and I jump between them a lot. I think I've fixed it in this chapter though. Thanks!
A tan figure rocked back and forward, clutching a limp body in her arms. Nana sobbed in the corner of Las Noches. All things she'd held dear and close hung limp and pale, like the poor man in her arms. Her face was inches from this human's, tears covering both them.
In another part of the bar, another tan figure appeared behind the bar. He laughed as girls screamed and giggled at his presence. Accepting a glass of something, he scanned the scene in front of him.
Out of the corner of his kelly eye, he saw Nana, his little priestess, hunched on the sticky floor in the corner. Her hair hung over her face, making a waterfall of beautiful black. Without even knowing it, his legs took him to her.
Easily, almost casually, he pushed the dead mortal onto the floor, effortlessly wrapping Nana in his arms. "What's wrong, wahine?" he inquired tenderly in her ear.
A wretched sob escaped her mouth once more. He called her a wahine, her own Hawaiian. "He's dead," she mumbled around her own tears. "I killed him and I didn't even mean to."
Jager chuckled into her hair. "Oh, Makelina, when will you learn?"
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It was a dark night in Rome. Jager crouched over a shrieking man. The man timidly sat up and looked at the world, his eyes as sharp as lightning. "Welcome to the other side," Jager breathed into his face, grabbing his hand. Without another word, they were transported to the cages.
The cages. A place to hold the faithful that were to be killed for their believes. They were very full tonight, a tournament coming the next morning. Jager sent the man, his new fledgling, to feed on one in the cages. Usually he would watch, but something caught his senses. A slight tinkling brush on his aura sent his mind to one thing; another vampire was already here.
He walked silently through the rows of cages, trying to get closer. It's one of mine, he thought in horror. Jager would hate to have to kill his own. He felt the aura tighten, straighten. They sensed each other. But unlike Jager, the other wasn't moving.
Suddenly, he came upon her, in a cage. She was bolt upright in a corner, watching, her eyes on his face. "Makelina?" he whispered, clutching the cold bars in front of him. Could this be his little fledgling?
Nana closed her eyes, nodding once very slowly. Jager breathed in very sharply. In a cage. Why wasn't she just escaping? "What are you doing here, little one?" Jager asked, cocking his head to one side.
Her head rolled along the bars. "Waiting," she whimpered. Her head made another pass on the bars. She was dressed in a very simple burgundy linen shaft, wrapped around the waist with a thin strip of raw silk. The silk was a gift from Peter when she went to see him in the East.
After Josh had died, the remaining apostles found another to replace Judas, a man named Mark. Then, James died, pushed off a temple wall. To replace him, Peter found a revolutionary named Paul. After a few misunderstandings, the group split up to spread the Word to the world. Nana, being the fastest transportation of the time, sent letters between the apostles.
Jager nodded slowly. Without even a word he was in the cell, holding the little Hawaiian to his chest. "Why are you here?" he thought aloud.
Sighing, the little women replied, "I got caught with some letters I was suppose to deliver to Paul."
The elder pulled away. His face was full of emotions, betrayal, sorrow, and surprise all at once. "Who's Paul?" he inquired slowly, not sure if he even wanted the answer.
Laughing shortly, Nana rushed into the story of her years since Egypt. Of the magdalene fields, Peter and Josh, even adding some of Mathew's better jokes. And, as she drew to Josh's last hours, her eyes welled with tears of grief. But those tears went quickly away as she expressed her concern over Josh's return.
The new fledgling was now standing outside the cage, listening along with Jager. "Wow," he said, awestricken, "you must be really old!" Jager and Nana both laughed. If this newbie thought Nana was old, he'd be amazed at Jaeger's years.