"For you, my lord!" exclaimed Joe, giving the demon man a goblet. The goblet contained a single drop of blood that was Blake's and mixed it with wine. No one else could pick up the taste of blood but Seth. Seth waited for Joe at his alter bowing his head and muttered, "You offering had better please me." Joe bowed his head. He muttered, "It will be just the way you like it for master Vladimir."
Once Joe finished the concoction, he kept his head hung low and muttered a blessing. Once he finished, Joe turned to Seth and gave him the goblet. Joe and Cole then raised their own glasses of whiskey and Joe gave a toast. "For our Lord Vladimir Dracula! May he rise again from his eternal punishment!" he declared. "Here here!" Latham said in reply. Seth just nodded quickly.
The men took a quick sip of the whiskey and watched Seth slowly drink his concoction. Seth put the goblet away from his mouth and took the time to taste the drink. "Well? Enjoy it?" asked Joe. Seth didn't reply. The drink seemed... No. The blood. The blood was what didn't seem to taste right. It wasn't mundane nor was it magi. Seth felt as though he had been cheated.
"Think you could take me for a fool...?" Seth muttered. Joe raised an eyebrow and asked, "What did you say?" Seth angrily raised his voiced and said, "You lied to me!" and he threw the goblet right between Joe and Cole. The two men flinched by his sudden anger. "For goodness sake, what on earth was that for?!" Cole asked. Seth pointed a finger shakily at Joe and said, "There is absolutely no trace of full mundane in this child! You sold me a half-blood!"
Joe was confused by what Seth had just informed him about. "A-A half-blood? How's that possible?!" "You LIAR!" With that, Seth lunged at Joe and pinned him against the wall by his throat. He started to choke him. "You think you were so clever as to bring me false information on the child-"
"I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU AE TALKING ABOUT!"
Seth glared his now ruby eyes at him and hissed, "This girl is a half-blood. She's half magi, half outlaw...!" Joe looked at Cole, who only shrugged by the answer, back to Seth and muttered, "H-How can you tell?" Seth dropped Joe and paced back and forth. He stopped and said, "I realized that she had to have gotten her abilities from one of her parents. The other one doesn't know squat about magic."
Joe picked himself up and Cole asked, "Does that mean-"
"She is, indeed, adopted, if that's what you were about to say," Seth finished. "Actually- No. She was taken from her mother, shortly after the mother's death," corrected Seth. "Taken?" Cole said, "What do ya mean? She's not technically adopted? Is that it?" Seth turned to Latham and replied, "That is... actually a difficult question to answer." Joe shrugged and said, "Alright, well, could you identify the blood parent of the girl?" Seth nodded. "Certainly..." he said plainly. "It is, however, tragic, if you ask me..."
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"Seventeen years ago, a young woman—gypsy from what I can tell— worked as a servant girl for the Thuuman family. While the family was nothing but drunken bastards, they seemed to treat the woman fairly. Around autumn, the woamn got permission to return to her own family with her pay.
She never did come back after that.
As she returned to her clan, a group of the gypsy's foot soldiers brought home two men whom theybelieved had passed out from the desert heat. The sages were able to nurse them back to health; it was there, one of them— he was the younger of the two— laid eyes on her, and fell in love with the woman. As soon as the woman saw him- well you get the scenario. The men were about to leave the next week, but it turns out the horses had somehow ran off and never came back. So, naturally, the men had no choice but to stay with the tribe.
As time went on, about six months in with the unfortunate luck of finding no compatible horse—the gypsies had to do this all by trade, mind you—the younger outlaw grew closer to the woman. Soon enough, the two got quite busy— if you know what I mean~. Two weeks after this, the woman suddenly asked the younger outlaw if she could come with him and the older man. Though surprised, he nevertheless agreed. She never did tell them why she wanted to come along with them.
Anyway, when the gypsies found two horses for silks and other goods, the men and the woman were well on their way out. While the men were out doing god knows what sort of tomfoolery, the gypsy woman had to choose how she would tell the younger outlaw of her pregnancy.
By the fifteenthth week of her pregnancy, mercenaries hired by the Thuuman family raided their camp, took the woman, and knocked the living lights out of the younger outlaw. Upon his awake, the young outlaw had no recollection of the attack. Th older one, however, told him that the woman had been taken far away from them. By then, twenty-three weeks later, he found the woman dead but never was able to find the baby—in fact: he never even knew about the baby.
Years later, he regrets having to make that choice and wishes he could take it all back."
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Once Seth finished, Cole immediately realized that something about this story seemed too awfully familiar. "Now when you said 'gypsy woman', did you catch her name by any chance? You know— th-the mother?" Seth recollected his thoughts and replied, "I believe it was Angela. But I never caught the last name..." Cole paced a little, trying to remember anything about the woman. Joe watched silently. "You know something, Latham?" Joe asked. Cole shrugged and replied, "I think. It's a little vague but I—" Cole snapped his fingers and beamed. "HAVENER! Angela Havener was her name!" Seth grinned in reply and said, "Ah! That was it! Havener!"
Joe added, "Well if you know the mother- then who's the father?" Seth immediately frowned at Joe. Joe gave the demon a confused look. "What? Was it something I said?" he said in a worried tone.
Seth looked at the men and simply said, "You really are ignorant, are you?" And with that, he turned around and disappeared into the shadows. Joe and Latham stared at each other, puzzled.
((Yikes. This was possibly the shortest chapter I've ever written in all of the fic XP that and I've been having some really writers block when I wrote this. But that's good (I think) because this chapter's kinda foreshadowing something in the future chapters! ;) I wish I could've written more for this but- dammit. Hate writers block...
Well, anyhoo: Gotta go back to my next chapter! Laters! 3
-Veta-Chan))