Fate of the Blood Moon's Path (25 page)

“Why did you have my father killed?” I came right out and asked him.

“Is that what all the howling is about?” Akuma asked and then looked towards Lazarus.

“I’ve only just arrived tonight.” Lazarus said.

“That doesn’t mean anything.” I stated.
“What is it you want to hear? That he hired assassins to kill your father before he came into the area knowing full well the amount of Werewolves over there. A grand entrance if you please.” Akuma’s teeth shining.

“Enough.” Lazarus raised his hand in gesture to Akuma. “Enough.” He looked down at me. “You look just like her.” He sighed.

I felt these strong emotions stir inside of me. The child in me wanted to run to my long lost grandfather and have him hold me. But the monster inside of me begged to differ. That monster wanted to tear everyone apart in this room to little shreds. And I knew that I was still angry for everything that had happened in the past.

“You’re the one who commanded her death.” I said biting my lips and making it bleed. I sounded like an angry child.

“And everyday since then I have regretted it.” There was a seriousness to his voice and in his eyes, sadness.

“Sounds like a personal problem to me.” I said.

“We’re in the same boat, you and me.”

“Doubtful.” I said crossing my arms.

“Everyone leave us.”

“Sir?” Akuma said.

“You can stay if you can shut up.” Lazarus said. Akuma nodded and then stared at the ground.

Lazarus’s eyes never left me. I was looking around seeing everyone leave. It was just the three of us in this big room.

“Draven. Glad that you could make it.” Lazarus smiled. Draven walked in the same way that I had.

It was now the four of us in this big room.

Angel.

24.

Forever Gone.

Year: 1650.

I regretted leaving that forest and all of those faces. I’d actually regretted leaving Scarlet behind, and Kane. It felt like I had this huge hole inside of my heart, or lack there of.

It had taken about two months to get back home to the states. It was a long exhausting boat ride, but at least I was rested up enough to run home when I got off the ship at the port on the Eastern side of the states.

I’d definitely say it was an interesting boat ride, I had met a Vampyre on the boat; who seemed very interested in getting to know me, and claims that he didn’t know who I was. That was a relief. Till I had told him who I was.

“You’re not.” He said.

“Sure am.” I don’t know why I even told him.

“Wow. I mean I had heard of you, but didn’t really take it all to heart. I’m a Vampyre yes, but I’m out on my own. For now.”

“A rogue?” I asked.

“No. I’m not a rogue. Just a lone Vampyre searching the world and having fun.”

“What is your name?” I asked.

“William.”

“Just William?” I asked.

“Just William.” He smiled.

“Well alright.” I smiled back. “Where are you headed?”

“I’m not sure. I heard the states were a great place to be…when we dock I’m just going to get off and go. Go wherever my feet take me.”

“I wish I could be carefree like that.” I was getting a little friendly with this Vampyre but it was going to be a long boat ride and I needed to chat with someone, and he was very entertaining.

“You could be, Angel.” He patted my arm.

“No. Too many duties I have to do.”

“Performing like a monkey in the circus is no way to live. When someone says ‘jump! Dance! Spin! Play dead!’ You do it?” He asked.

“Well…” I had to think on it for a moment. “Kind of. But not really. It’s hard to explain.” I tried to smile.

“You’re beautiful. You know that.”

I looked up at him, and it felt right at that moment. The boat trip I won’t forget. The extra rocking that we added to it. The sounds, and the partial broken wall in the cargo area that we didn’t mean to break. But hey, when you’re in the heat of the moment, you have to do what you have to do.

Thank the Gods that the run home didn’t take as long as the boat trip. It only took two hours, compared to the two months.

“Daughter.” My father’s voice rang out to me from the shores as I returned home. He was standing there, waiting. He was a truly beautiful man. Dark skin, and dark eyes, dark hair and very tall. A pure blood Native American. There I was standing in the clothes I’d worn most of my journey, probably smelling like death, and covered in dirt. I had my jacket held in my arms and my boots I had taken off after I had gotten off the ship and parted ways with William. So there I was, bare foot, dirty and looking into my fathers’ eyes.

“Daddy.” My voice was excited as I ran up to him embracing him tight.

“Oh my baby girl.” His face was buried in my neck. “How I have missed you so.”

“I missed you too daddy.” We let go of one another.

“It’s been too long my child.”

“I’m sorry. I had to find myself.”

“And did you find yourself?” He asked, holding my chin in his big hand.

“Honestly. I don’t know what I found. Maybe some more confusion to add to my already confusing and frustrating thoughts.” I gave him a half of a smile trying to avoid looking into his eyes again. He has always had this way, this gift, of looking into peoples eyes and seeing their very soul and all that they hide inside.

“Well, you can at least tell me details of this trip that has taken all these years away from us.”

We sat on the big rocks on the shore for hours and talked over the whole trip I had taken, down to the last detail. All of the creatures I had met and all of the different people.

“That’s a lot of blood on your hands.” He laughed, but in a disapproving sort of way. “This Scarlet…she sounds like she was a handful.” We laughed.

“She was, and, I think will always be.”

“And what of love?” He smiled putting his arm around me squeezing my arm.

“What?” I looked over at him.

“I see it in your eyes and feel it in your heart.” He put his hand over his own heart.

“It was nothing.” I looked away.

“You dare lie to your father?”

“For now.” I smiled at him.

He smiled back. “He must have been something pretty special to win your heart.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked him.

“You’re a tough one. It’s going to take someone brave to try and steal your heart.” His hand went to my shoulder and squeezed.

“I learned from the best.”

“Did you now?” He asked. “Then you’d better stop going over to Huyanna’s.”

“Dad!” I said in a surprising tone.

“Kidding. Of course.” He laughed. “You may look like your mother, but you act just like me.” He paused. “Well, you had better go and get cleaned up.” He had finally took a good look at me and the state that I was in.

“Why?” I asked curiously.

“First, Huyanna wants to see you. And tonight is a ritual.”

“What are we celebrating?” I asked.

“You have been gone that long you don’t remember what we do here any more?”

I smiled.

“Your return and the Harvest moon. We give thanks to all that has been given to us these long days.”

“My return is nothing special.” I stated.

“You’re everything that is special. I’m your father and the Chief to this tribe, what I say goes. You don’t argue with me.”

“Yes sir.” I stood up and saluted him. “Is the house still in the same place?” I asked him.

“Yes.” He stood up. “Come.” He wrapped his arm around me holding onto me tightly. “You’re not going to take off again anytime soon are you?”

“Not for a long time, unless I absolutely have to.”

“Good.” He smiled. “There are some things that you should know about though.”

“I know about the Vampyres.” I said.

“Huyanna came to you didn’t she?”

“Yea…”

“And I thought you came home to your own accord.” He chuckled. “There hasn’t been any trouble yet with them, and the Elders have set up a protective shield around our borders that will hold them out.”

“Just the Vampyres? Or more?” I asked.

“Just the Vampyres for now. We’re on constant alert. We’ve got watchers and the Great Spirit, and the Gods and Goddesses will let us know when something is coming or when something isn’t right.”

“Did they warn you about the Vampyres?” I asked. Ok, I was being a smart ass.

“We actually sniffed them out before we got any kind of warning.” He tapped my nose with this finger.

“So you can’t always rely on them then…” I sighed.

“Child…”

“I know I should have more faith and trust those that which is around us.” I shook my head. He was smiling.
“You got it.”

All this time we were walking towards the house through the village, which really hasn’t changed too much over all the years. The villagers eyes were on me, watching my every move. Some of those who were outside seemed to be happy to see me home. I’m sure my father had been a wreck all that time I was away.

Curtains were being lifted inside all the houses that we passed. I did my best to try and not make it obvious that I was aware they were all doing that. But my father knew what was going on. And he too was doing his best to “not see it”.

“So if they pose no threat then why did Huyanna tell me I was needed and had to come home?”

“Your destiny lies here in our world. In these states. Not out there in the rest of the world. Here it will start. And here it will end.”

“Well, that’s just um, reassuring.” I said as we had gotten to our front porch.

“I’m going to let Huyanna know you’re home. Go on and get cleaned up my daughter.”

Everything in the house was still the same as it was when I left. Very plain. This may have been the late sixteen hundreds, but we are very advanced people. Everything looked almost the same now as it did then. Just with electric and plumbing added eventually. We’re always ten steps ahead of the outside world. And no white man can ever come here and take this all away from us. There is more magick here then one could ever imagine. It keeps us safe and protected.

“Angel.” Huyanna came towards me with open arms. “May I?” She gestured to her temples with her pointer fingers.

“Of course.” I took my hands and placed them near her temples. I was giving her visions of the entire happenings the past few years that I had been gone. Visions from the day I left until the day I returned. Minus the boat ride home with William.

“Well, then…” She said in an exhausted way. “That is quite the journey you took. Come. To my hut we go.”

I followed her silently towards the big cliff over looking the water. It had to have been high noon now, because the sun was directly above us.

“Sit. Sit.” She smiled pointing towards the spot next to her.

“Why did you call me home Huyanna? Those Vampyres are no threat. And I was so close to…never mind.”

“Yet.” She threw a piece of wood into the fire. Blue flames shot up. She ignored that tiny bit I’d said at the end.

“Yet? Ever?”

“I know your father needed you home as well. Many great things will be happening in the years to come.”

“Such as?” I asked.

“The birth of a new Chief.” She paused, looking up at me. “Your destined partner and soul mate will come. Big cities will go up and more humans will come in making a lot of trouble for us. So on and so forth.” She waved with her hands.

The thought of her mentioning my soul mate made my thoughts wander to Kane. It hurt my heart so badly to think of him and how I had just left him there. I know that telling him what went on between him and I didn’t mean anything, had hurt him badly. It may have hurt him more than it hurt me, but what else was I supposed to do? Well, I could’ve told the truth.

“You’re thinking about this man you met, the one I saw in your visions, the one called Kane.” She stated.

“Yes.” I sighed.

“You did what you had to do. And trust that you will see him again someday.”

I nodded, “So that is all you’re going to give me on future happenings?” I changed the subject.

“There will always be bloodshed my dear child, you already know that.”

“Mhmm.” I said.

“It always will be about power and control, between the species. Who is better? Who is wiser? Who is stronger? Who has more brains? Blah. Blah. Blah.” She made an annoyed sound. “And someday the humans will enter the picture. They’ll claim they act on their God’s behalf and insist everyone who is different be murdered. You wait and see. Those humans will destroy everything we have worked so hard for.”

“But this is our world. Not there’s.”

“True enough.” She folded her hands together. “A time will come when all differences will have to be set aside and a combining of differences will save us all.”

“So cryptic.” I muttered.

She grinned. “Are you prepared to do whatever is necessary?”

“All the time.”

“A spontaneous soul.”

“My father’s fault.” I looked up at her.

“Actually it was your mother who was like that, from what I have heard. But you are very much like your father.” She threw another piece of wood on the fire. Green flames shot up this time. “It’s time to purify your soul. To take the blood off your hands.” She stretched her hands out reaching for me to take a hold of hers. I did. The flames danced there way over towards us, sideways engulfing our hands.

The flames became white and cold. I gasped for air and started shivering. I looked up at her, her eyes were shut and her head facing up towards the sky. Her mouth opened and she started to chant in an ancient language. It was like a prayer to the spirits asking them to help me find my way and to take away the blood stains that were on my hands and in my soul. I don’t know if it was helping or not. I couldn’t feel anything much happening, just the coldness going down my body and into my veins. My bones started to ache. I wanted to draw my hands out of the flames and get out of this hut. But I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed where I sat. That is when I first saw them.

There was white mist all around me, and it felt like hands holding me down. I was trapped. There were bodies dancing around me in the hut, singing out loud and wouldn’t let me move. I started to slowly sink away into the darkness. I had this sort of tunnel vision going on. I saw only the white fire in front of me. Everything went silent. Then everything went dark. I felt like I was falling and then…a jump. I hit hard.