She had eluded him again. It was as if she had become the wind and disappeared upon unseen wings that were quicker than even a dhampir's eyes. Truly, her origins were a mystery.
"I admire her loyalty, but I cannot allow her to keep the child." D's voice broke the calm of the night. It was odd for him to speak aloud to himself, but for some odd reason he felt like he needed the reassurance that he was correct.
"You know, she has a good point. She said she had tried to speak with the grandfather. But just as expected, the minute she mentioned vampire weakness to him, the genetic tampering kicked in and he sooner forgot that part of the conversation, no doubt. You know well what has been done to the humans." The Hand was not in favor of D's decision.
"Silence." D clenched his fist. He knew. This assignment was not as easy as some of his previous ones.
Deep underneath miles of soil and hot sand, in a single chamber among many that branched off the center dome, she sat with the small child in her arms. Mirrors and magic above bent and manipulated sunlight taken from the surface, filling the chamber with light that would fade with the day. The little boy was only a little over a year old, the memory of his grandfather barely imprinted to his memory. He lay curled up sleeping against her warm bosom, a small fist clutching tight the front of her flowing gossamer white gown.
Her beautiful floor-long curtain of silver hair blanketed around the both of them, the tips of it floating in the small pond they sat next to. The trees nearby swayed in the unnatural breeze that she brought with her, their gold leaves quivering. All the chambers in her sanctuary simulated what were the seeds of what she had brought with her from her own world.
Her own world. It seemed to have been a dream…a place that she may never have been to. If it not for her difference from everything in this world, she could have fooled herself into believing her blood the same as others.' Long ago, when the Vampire King's people and he were deeply involved with the technology that tweaked with nature, they had found a gateway. The gateway opened to a combination of worlds…and that is where he gained much of his power. He took from the worlds not only knew knowledge to apply to his own kingdom, but he had also taken living things. One of those things being her. He had spirited her away. Or that had been the second time she had came to this world. She had helped him open those gates, naively thinking he was helping her return. She had been a beautiful curiosity unto him. He had done his best to woo and please her, creating this new home that she lived in now. Her understanding and manipulation of nature amazed him. It was her power that he wanted. She did not agree with him in using power as something to weld over others. Nature and she were under contract. It was her blood right, her heritage. No matter the world, its life answered to her call.
The child in her arms woke, wide eyed. He did not cry out, however. She winced as he reached up and tugged on one of her long ears, liking the silver bell earring on the tip, and petting it like an animal's ear. "Play now, while times are more quiet."
But above, it was not as quiet. Through the earth beneath her she could feel the faint vibrations of a horse's hooves upon the sandy surface above. The son of Dracula was not going to let the bounty go free.
She flicked a finger and summoned forth an air elemental. Gently, she handed over the little boy into the Elemental's safe-keeping. "Take him to the library Keep and cater to his needs, regardless if I return or not. If I do not return, you know how he must be instructed and raised." She raised her eyes to the ceiling above. "Have Tera bring me my garb."