A History Lesson
"And you want him to have his life back. How ever you do know the price for bringing someone back from the dead."
'Of course but he's no longer dead.' It struck Darren and Mr.Crepsley at the same time. She had not once taken her eyes off Harkat!
Mr.Crepsley sat down heavily, his ankle had healed it's self by the time they arrived at Creature's hidey hole. "You mean to tell me that Harkat was once the…"
"Yes Harkat was once the Hunter."
'She Spoke!' Darren realized.
"Um…excuse me but…who's the hunter?"
"Yes Darren I'm not mute and the Hunter was a vampire who hunted mad vampaneze and human criminals. Also he hunted anything that was not meant to be here like dragons, werewolves and anything that might be or was dangerous to humans and vampires. Yes Darren mythical creatures do exist. As the vampires assassin I often worked alongside him till it became the norm. We hunted together and in the end lived together. I stayed as a dog for the most part but could become almost anything as needed. Eventually we both agreed that he was boss and my master but he always wanted my opinion and in fact my opinion often helped him to make his decisions. Well one day we were sent after a dragon…male supposedly. He could be seen often flying low over a farmer's fields stealing his cattle at night so we headed out and when we arrived we found out it stole one cow every three days. To much for any one dragon .they eat only once a month. We found the den and crept up but our surprise entry was only a surprise to us. The dragon must have seen us coming for he struck out at us when we reached the gap. While he fought the male I went in farther only to find he had a mate and three offspring in his dwelling. The female was about to attack when I spoke with her told her to call off her mate and we would give them a new home, a large island far from civilization that would allow them to live in peace. She approved and called to her mate but when he was told of my offer his head hung low in dishonor. A feeling of dismay arose in me as I ran to the other cavern…" she paused for a minute while a look of pain lined her face. "He was lying on his side bleeding to badly for me to stop. The dragons came out and apologized and seemed apprehensive that I wouldn't keep my offer of a new dwelling for them. Nevertheless I kept my word and took them to the desert island. After leaving them in their new den, which was near a heard of red deer mind you, I took
The hunter's body to Mr. Tiny and asked him to take care of it. When however I felt the hunter's essence return I went to look for him. That is when I was…taken captive by the vampire hunters. Apparently they have discovered your existence and are intent upon destroying your race ceaselessly!" She sighed and began slightly calmer. "When Darren rushed in on me I smelt Harkat's scent on him, for he still smells like the hunter for those of us with incomparable noses. So I decided if I rescued him I would know where Hunter was."
As she paused Mr.Crepsley took the opportunity to question her about one small detail.
"Why do you call him Hunter?"
"For the reason that I knew not his true name," she said it simply as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"I would like to have a word with you unaccompanied if the others do not object." His gaze questioned the others and they stood to depart.
"All right?" She asked softly but it was evident she knew precisely what he was going to state.
"You fell in love with Hunter did you not?" She looked away.
"That is why you felt his spirit return, that is why you were so hurt when he died, and that is why you protected him like you protected no one else. You know he lost his memory do you not?"
Yes," she whispered looking away.
"Then you know that right now he does not love you, he does not know you and he does not remember everything you have done for him." Mr.Crepsley said this kindly so as not to injure her further.
"I know. I have always known that he would not remember me for it was Mr. tiny that brought him back and he must learn who he is and who he wants to be on his own. I can help certain memories return but I can do nothing more then that…It would interfear with nature and the natural way of things. Although…" she paused long enough to give a faint smile, "my existence is a disturbance in the established order." She chuckled and he gave a faint smile.
"Nevertheless Mr.Crepsley you comprehend now that I have found him I will defend him with the same determination I did back then."
"I know but I do have an inquiry if you do not mind sharing a little of your precious knowledge of your kind," Mr.Crepsley said ruthlessly.
"Go on I'm listening."
"I have heard a tale that your kind may love only just the once and once that love is gone they never love again...is it accurate my friend?"
"Indeed it is true. We love the once and that is all. The majority of the male of my breed died in a battle against the vampaneze and the females all were so grief stricken they killed themselves. The remaining males were related to those who died and became so upset and worried the hid our kind before I could return and now since I'm so closely watched at all times I can now never return home." A look of sorrow passed threw her eyes, "Yet still there is hope. In a way that tale is also false for we do love our families as well but in a different manner, thus that tale of yours is equally true and false."
Mr.Crepsley was slightly surprised by how much she had shared. Her breed guards their knowledge aggressively. It was strange to hear so much from her…and from her lips rather then her head.
Smiling she said, "Well if we do not share our comprehension to a certain degree then how will bridges be built between our two nations?"
"You are correct and I'm glad you felt I was worthy of this knowledge."
