Kyrie sat in front of the large hearth that sat in the middle of the floor. Occasionally she would poke at the embers to stir them up and breathe new life into the fire. Her eyes followed the flames as they licked the bottom of the large cooking pot that hung over the hearth, it had come with the house and no one had decided to move it otherwise. Her mind moved away from the perpetually empty pot to her maker, Godric.
An urge to call out to him overtook her. It wasn't uncommon for him to leave her and Eric by themselves for day's on end but for some reason this time simply didn't feel right. He had left with out so much as a nod of his head let alone a goodbye. She had bit her tongue and kept her place as the door shut behind the elder vampire. As always Eric had been full of questions and if he had been allowed he would have raced out after Godric. Kyrie had been able to hold him back physically and with him but as she sat and worried she couldn't help but question if it had been the right thing.
Her gaze moved to the back of the small house where there was a storage room that Eric often frequented with his nightly companions. It never ceased to amaze her how insatiable her progenys libido truly was. He would leave the house early to feed leaving ample enough time for him to find a mate for later, sometimes more. Godric had warned the younger vampire about making himself to obvious however as always Eric defied him in small ways. Eric simply needed companionship.
The door of the house shot open and in a flash Godric held her up by the wrist before she could even bat an eyelash.
"Where is Eric?" He asked quickly before racing off to the back of the house. In an instant he had Eric in front of her by the back of the neck.
"Godric." Kyrie began only to have her cut off quickly as he grabbed her by the wrist again and bolted out of the house making ready to take flight with his progenys in hand.
"Godric of Gaul." A womans voice rang out piercing the still night with authority. Godric quickly let go of Kyrie and Eric nearly shoving the away from him. "Did you think that you would be able to hide from me for eternity?"
"A little over a thousand years wasn't to bad if I do say so." He replied with a small smirk adorning his lips. The woman walked closer pulling back the black hooded cloak she wore. Her fangs already protruded from her mouth in a threatening manner. Kyrie couldn't help but be impressed by the clearly elder vampire.
The woman walked with a grace that Godric had attempted to possess but seemed to falter in. Her shoulders and head were held high and back indicating that she belonged to a high social status. Her sharp eyes fell soon found their way to Kyrie and Eric.
"Your children." She said simply.
"They are simply vampires that I am nesting with, nothing more." Godric answered back quickly. The females eyes snapped back to him with a glare.
"Do not mock me slave. I can smell your blood coursing through their veins, the blood that once belonged to my husband." She spat vehemently. More hooded figures appeared from the shadows and soon they were surrounded. Kyrie felt her fangs descend making ready to fight.
Fingers tightly wound around her wrist as if pulling her back. Her head snapped to the her left to lock eyes with Eric. He remained still and his features stoic however his eyes conveyed for her to remain calm. Her fangs snapped back up with some resistance as she was shoved to the ground and bound in silver.
The wagon that carried them had a simple wooden base as most carts did however the top of it was covered in a heavy silver mesh that added to the chains that bound them. The mesh was covered in a heavy cloth that blocked out light come dawn. The three each sat in a corner of the wagon where they had been placed and had become to weak to move.
"Who are they?" Kyrie asked quietly feeling her last reserves draining away quickly. Godric remained silent sitting back straight with his head hanging down to rest on his chest.
"You owe us an answer." Eric said suddenly his voice wavering a bit but coming out strong all the same. Godric slowly lifted his head up and sat quietly staring at his progenys for some time.
"I'm sorry my children." He stated softly. He shook his head slowly from side to side.
"Who are they?" Kyrie asked again matching her makers stare.
"You have met that woman before." Eric said gently as if encouraging his elder to talk.
"Centuries ago, yes." Godric replied.
"They said you were of Gaul. Gaul was wiped out by the Romans centuries before my ancestors settled the land."
"Not completely wiped out but yes." Godric said with a sad crooked grin. "My tribe were of the sea. We lived off the water and relied on it for everything pertaining to our ways of life. We worshipped the sun and believed it would protect us, watch over us all the days of our lives."
"My family was of a higher social status, right below what would now be considered clergy. I was taught at a young age how to shape boats and fishing gear to be day make my own livelihood for my own family but it was not meant to be." Godric continued on. "We were overpowered by the Roman empire due to their sheer numbers and extensive military training. The people of Gaul were many but the tribes were scattered and rarely made contact with one another outside of trade or various festivals. There was no unity really outside of the tribe your were born to." Godric paused for a moment as if gathering his thoughts back together or summoning the strength the continue.
"They murdered most, all of the adults it seemed. The children, myself included, was taken to the slave market and sold. My master and mistress were not kind. They secluded me from the household and fed on me regularly." He stated. "I don't know why they finally decided to turn me. I've long suspected it was merely a sadistic whim. My master did teach me many lessons about being a vampire but my mistress treated me as if I were a misbehaving animal. I couldn't listen to either of them fully when they commanded me to do something since I was fed from both the night I was turned." Kyrie moved her eyes towards Eric briefly remembering Godrics defiance that night not wanting a hand in the matter before finally relenting.
"You were never released, you escaped." Kyrie said. Godric nodded his head once. "Is that why we've been captured? Are they returning you?"
"Kyrie, oh my Kyrie; I wish it were that simple. There was only one way to escape, they would never release me so I killed my master and started running."
"You hid from them from them in the woods for centuries." Kyrie said.
"I stayed close to where my people had lived for a time before wandering closer inland to areas that I had known as a child. The people were different and constantly seemed to be fighting amongst themselves. That was how I fed, I would fight alongside the men and take care of the spoils after. On occasion a stray child would become defiant and decide to venture out on their own at night fall." He stated with a slight tinge of amusement in his voice.
"You knew that you were being hunted and still you turned Kyrie." Eric stated.
"I was lonely and I simply could not let her die. I felt a connection. The same connection that we both felt for you Eric. It was something that I could barely remember but I knew that I once had. I wanted it back again, to care for someone and have them care in return. You two have given me that in abundance but I allowed it to cloud my better judgement. I've sacrificed safety for your comforts and that ultimately has led us to our predicament." Godric said hanging his head back down as if in shame.
"Godric, all the times that I've asked you things about your human life or why you did certain things why couldn't you have just told me." Kyrie stated her voice taking on a slight edge.
"Ignorance is bliss. I believed that if you both remained unaware of who I was and what I had done it would help to keep you safe but I realize now that it has damned us all." He replied.
"They're going to kill us to torture you." Eric said. Godric remained silent.
"We will fight back. There must be a way to fight back." Kyrie said. Godric shook his head slowly from side to side again.
"The woman, my mistress is five times older than I am. The others she has employed are at least three times. They are to strong for us overpower." He stated.
"How can you give in so easily Godric? Will you simply let them kill you, me, and Kyrie." Eric said. "You know what they'll do to her, they probably already know how much she means to you."
"What would you have me do?" Godric asked his voice flat.
"Fight back!" Eric shouted at him in a tone that relayed his past experience as a leader. "You made the mistake of not including us in the potential danger that followed us. Together we can come up with a plan to escape."
Kyrie and Eric stared at the elder vampire for a time wondering if he would offer any type of plan to execute. Kyrie swallowed hard knowing that it was his silence that had put them in the position they were in and his continued silence would be their death sentence.