It didn't take long for Kyrie to notice Lorena's brutality towards humans. The longer they traveled together the more vicious she became. There were times she brushed it off however once it began to compromise their safety she began to intervene with physical restraint.
Lorena would laugh in her face as she would command her verbally to behave herself or not to rush off into a village blindly. As she would turn her back to rush off Kyrie would move quickly to stand in front of her. Lorena would place her hands against her hips defiantly and stand her ground, argue with her most of the time.
Kyrie would explain things to her, try to make her understand that there was nothing wrong with giving in to her urges as a vampire however there was a problem when she would wipe out half a village in a matter of hours.
At this the younger vampire would protest and attempt to walk past her. Kyrie would grab her first by the wrist then by the throat bringing her to her knees. It was a move that Godric had performed on Eric and Nora countless times yet with her progenys she could never bring herself to be violent with them, her children. That was not an issue with Lorena.
Kyries fangs descended as she hissed at the younger vampire. Lorena stared up at her angrily, fearfully, and sadly. Her own fangs were down as if in an attempt to scare off the elder. The hand around her throat tightened further in response.
"Why do you insist on misbehaving?" Kyrie asked through her fangs. Lorena grasped at her wrist tightly as she was held in place. She only shook her head pathetically. Kyrie threw Lorena to the ground. She snapped her fangs back up.
"You act so high and mighty, I've seen what you do. You're just as vicious when you feed." She retorted.
"Lorena, I have told you countless times that there is nothing wrong with giving in to your vampiric urges but when you attack an entire village and drain them others will catch on to us. We will be hunted while we sleep and will meet the true death." She stated tiredly.
"The 'true death'. You worry too much. We are stronger than they could ever hope to be." Lorena stated.
"Not during the day and not if we are bound in silver. You have never experienced that, have you? Believe you me, it is not pleasant. You are left defenseless and weakened, injured and frightened...I have been bound far too many times to be caught again, I will not be captured." Kyrie said low in her throat, the words coming out as a growl.
"You were a fool then for allowing it." Lorena snapped at her. Kyrie clenched her fists in rage readying herself to take the other down when a scent hit her. She straightened herself out quickly turning her head to it. "What is that?"
In an instant Lorena was gone. Kyrie stood her ground as her instincts told her to seek it out, the same as before. She shook her head fighting her urge to go after it. "Not...again."
Her thoughts turned to Lorena. She was worried about her, she didn't want her traveling companion to become injured or be killed. At the same time she knew she would be better off with out her. Lorena was becoming to much of a hazard to keep around her. After all she had no claim over her, why did she care?
It was only a few nights distance to where her clan once lived, maybe some still did. She was becoming eager to arrive as old scents and sounds reached her. She had arrived at a point where she recognized the terrain as she traveled, it was nearly the same just with more settlements.
Still, she had told Lorena she would protect her and teach her. Anything that Lorena did would reflect on her poorly. If word traveled as fast as she suspected it did amongst the vampire community who was to say word would not reach Godric, he would be displeased...and that smell.
It hit her again, much stronger than before. Her legs moved before her mind had a chance to respond. Her fangs descended, where was it? She felt it in her blood warming her from the inside out. She tried to keep a clear head to keep herself safe but as more time went by she felt herself losing the battle.
'That scent, that smell...it's delectable. I must find it.' She thought eagerly licking her lips at the prospect of finding whatever it was. The memory of being captured and bound to a tree loomed closely except this time there would be no Godric to save her.
A scream pierced the stillness of the night accompanied by angry shouting. Kyrie raced to the direction landing on a roof top. She lowered herself slightly to peer into a window. Sure enough there was Lorena, drinking her fill while terrorizing the entire household.
Kyrie pushed the need to find whatever it was that kept her head thrumming and made ready to lower herself to the ground. She wouldn't be able to enter with the adults clearly expired but maybe she could figure out someway to lure Lorena out.
"Here you are Lorena, I have a present for you." A males voice called out inside the house. Kyrie pressed herself flat against the outside hearing voices from the villagers beginning to stir in the other households.
"Oh, what might that be?" Lorena's voice sounded. A startled scream pierced the air again accompanied by a thud.
"Turn her." The male stated. There was silence for a moment. Kyrie reached out with her senses to garner information about this strange male. Clearly he was a vampire only a decade younger than herself if that. He was unfamiliar to her. How did Lorena know him when Kyrie herself had never seen him or sensed him. "I said, turn her."
"I can not turn her. I don't want to be a maker." Lorena protested hesitantly. A startled gasp was followed by a slight strangling sound. "Istvan...please."
"As your maker, I command you." Istvan ordered. Kyrie brought a hand to her mouth to stifle the scream that had resonated. Lorena's...maker. How could she not have noticed her maker following them? Had she been so blinded by her own self loathing something so significant had passed her by?
Kyrie debated waiting for the pair, accosting them for information. She could over power this Istvan, he was younger than her. 'What do I care?' Kyrie thought to herself. Quietly she stood, it would be easier on her to rid herself of Lorena. Who knew what her maker had planned, there obviously was a reason he had been keeping to the shadows and Kyrie wasn't interested enough to find out.
In a flash she was miles from them. Kyrie took to the skies, a skill she rarely used. She flew up past the clouds into the clear night. It made her head swim and her stomach sink, she disliked flying. Godric had taught her however he only used it in emergencies. Eric and Nora on the other hand had loved the sensation taking advantage of it every chance they could.
With Kyrie it made her feel sick, it was natural. People were not meant to fly. She stopped hovering above the clouds to turn to face the sky. The black velvet twinkled brightly with distant stars. Kyrie shut out the universe for a moment to enjoy the simplicity that the night sky had to offer. The moon was full and bright causing her to shiver, a harvest moon.
Kyrie descended sharply coming to a stop just above the tree tops. She lowered herself to the ground smelling fire not to far off. She hadn't fed yet. She began walking at a regular pace. It was safer that way. She continuously scanned the area around her stretching out her hearing while keeping her eyes straight ahead.
The fire was small but just big enough for the elderly man. He sat on a log stuffing a worn pipe. His clothes were mismatched and patched in places. A small wooden cart sat by him covered with coarse sacks, more than likely covering his wares.
"Who be there this time a night?" He called out sharply. Kyrie walked over slowly smiling widely.
"Only a local girl I be." She replied stepping into the fire light. The mans features softened a bit but he still remained on guard.
"A fae you may be." He stated roughly.
"No, no fae." Kyrie said with a slight laugh.
"What business then, in these woods so late?" The man asked. Kyrie took another step closer holding up her hands to show that she held no ill intent.
"Searching I am." She stated. The man eyed her cautiously. "What know you of the Uliads of the province of Ulster." The man raised a brow at her perplexed.
"Ulster? That is ancient history." He said sitting back down. "If I remember correctly the Mides attacked Ulster until they were no more." He motioned for Kyrie to sit down.
"Specifically the clan of MacShire." She said. With that the man let out a laugh.
"Into phantom stories then, yeah?" He asked amused. Kyrie eyed him oddly.
"Phantom stories?" She asked feeling uneasy.
"Ah, yeah." The man lit his pipe taking a few deep puffs exhaling smoke. "Let me see, it's been a few harvests since I heard this one. The MacShire clan lived inland, north of here in the province of Ulster. They were an iron born people, prosperous. Nothing special until they were found dead."
"Dead?" Kyrie nearly shouted out. The man took note of her reaction.
"Yeah, every clan member. Drained of blood. Some ripped to pieces, others simply bit up." He replied. Kyrie gripped her hands in her lap shaking. "Alright there girl?"
"Y-yeah, I didn't expect it, like that." She stammered. "What did it, what nature of beast?"
"Many stories, there are." The man said puffing on his pipe. "One speaks that it was one of their own."
"Their own, a kinsman then?" Kyrie could feel the tightness in her throat begin to threaten to choke off her words.
"Ah, yeah. A freshly dug grave there was not far off. The earth was disturbed you see...empty it was." The man said smirking clearly enjoying her reaction to his tale. Kyrie swallowed hard. "One of their own clawed their way out you see, all the clan were accounted for except for one...a girl. Normally it would have gone not noticed but this girl was, different."
"Different, how so?" She questioned her eyes widening not wanting to know the answer, fearing it but needing it all the same.
"Well, this girl refused to tie the knot. From what I understand she was rebellious, she was, against her parents wishes. She was well known amongst neighboring clans and tribes." He stated.
"This girl, then...she died somehow. Was buried, yeah? Then came back as a beast to slaughter her kinsmen?" Kyrie whispered out.
"So the story goes." The man placed his pipe down. "Not meaning to startle you girl, just a story it is...to scare the young ones." Kyrie nodded her head quickly. She stood with her hunger forgotten.
She wanted to scream, beat at the ground until her fists were bloody...it couldn't be true. In her upset she wasn't aware she had begun to cry. The man let out a startled gasp standing quickly taking a few steps back. Kyrie turned to him letting out a sob.
He was afraid of her, terrified. Her sisters words rung in her head, her father attacking her at the front door. Her mother taking aim with her bow and shooting. Her fangs had descended down then, she was frightened and confused as her clan encircled her.
They were going to kill her. Kyrie let out a feral growl and lunged quickly for the nearest person, Malvyn. She tackled him ripping at his throat with her fangs. He let out a single scream before he lay bleeding on the ground. In a flash Kyrie moved to each of her kinsmen slaughtering them one by one.
She heard mothers scream for their children to stay inside as she dug her nails and fangs into them, they were dead with in moments. Despite their mothers warnings the children came out, nearly all of them...including her own small sisters.
"Kyrie." She heard a strangled whisper. The voice gurgled as if it were drowning. She glanced down staring at the mangled form of her mother. In her frenzy she had broken her arm nearly off. Her throat was bit in several places and bleeding profusely. "You have killed us...all."
With that she drew no more air. Her body tightened for a moment then relaxed completely. Kyrie felt a sickness being to take over her. It was a pulling almost, she was being summoned somewhere. She began to walk, slowly at first until she picked up speed.
She ran from her clan, the people she had born to. She wasn't sure how she had escaped from her kinsmen but was vaguely aware of the blood that dripped down her chin. That was how she had escaped, she killed them.
'You can not go back, you can never go back.' Godric had said to her more than once. Had he known what she did? Did he choose not to tell her...to protect her? Kyrie blinked a few times bringing herself to the present. With out another word spoken to the frightened human she ran off into the night.