8 Lurking Secrets
1125 Words
This was the last place he’d felt her. Her magic had pulsed like a heartbeat beneath the earth calling to him. He stared at the entrance of the cave his heart pounding in his chest at the thought of seeing his sister again.
“Is she here?” Kane asked. He stood a few steps away from him, but he knew he’ll move into action with his abnormal speed if there was any sign of trouble. As a half vampire, half Forxard breed he had all the good stuff from both races. With his vampire speed and Forxard strength he was unmatched. He was still young yet. And Khalil couldn’t wait to see what he’ll look like at full strength.
“I can’t feel her anymore.” Khalil said, his mouth suddenly feeling dry from the hurt he could feel radiating throughout his body.
Shit…he breathed through his nose. He’d hoped this was the end of the centuries long torture of not knowing where his sister was.
Or maybe it was his punishment for all he’d done. For all the pain he’d coursed. Khalil felt Kane’s presence behind him. He was a constant reminder of the insidious things he’s ever done.
Khalil shook his head as Hans’ face floated in his mind.
He took a step closer to the cave and placed his hand to the wall of the cave and let his magic pulse from his hand. He closed his eyes, picturing his sister, her white hair flowing behind her and her smile – she had the perfect smile. His magic pulled him deeper into the cave searching and searching for his sister’s essence, but she wasn’t there. She had been there alright, but she wasn’t there anymore.
Khalil pulled his hand away as though he had been burnt.
“Wait here.” He said to Kane and walked towards the mouth of the cave.
“You haven’t asked to see the old man since Liam brought him here. Why do you want to see him now?” Ravie asked as he led Hans down the tunnel that led deep into the pits.
“I don’t know.” Ravie stopped in midstride and stared at Hans. He shook his head, faced ahead and moved on.
If there was a man, he will never understand it was Hans. His master did the strangest things sometimes – like putting the princess in a room next to his. He didn’t do that with the other women he played with. He left them to rot in the cells and allowed Ravie to play with them too.
And how he wanted to touch her.
Ravie licked his lips at the thought of that. He should be up there enjoying himself. Not down here feeling miserable.
The damn walls were cold and damp making it hard to breathe. And the cold was slowly seeping into his clothes. He’ll need a few whores to get warm again.
Yes. That’s a plan, Ravie thought smiling gleefully.
That Suzy girl had white blond hair – she’ll be a nice substitute. He floated on air as his fantasy took shape.
“s**t,” Ravie groaned as he stepped into a puddle of something. He shook his foot out gingerly, stopping his mind from imagining what he could have stepped into.
“If you did your job properly, you wouldn’t be stepping into unidentifiable substances,” Hans said humour lacing his every word.
Ravie shook his head, keeping his mouth shut, because truth be told he avoided this part of the pits. He liked his comfort and taking care of the poor souls kept down here made him uncomfortable that he’d relegated the job to another poor soul that didn’t mind the dank conditions.
What was his name again? Ravie asked himself as he rubbed his arms. He should have dressed up for the journey down under. His long jacket didn’t do much for him – it was more of a power statement anyway.
Ravie breathed out a sigh of relief when they came to the cell, he remembered putting the old man in centuries ago.
He peeked through the bars to see if the sorry soul was still alive. Yep, still alive, Ravie noted shaking his head. Some beings just won’t die.
“Open it up and leave.” Hans said next to him.
Ravie paused not sure what to do.
“Now.” Hans added slowly, his face blank.
Ravie stared at Hans’ blank face. Sometimes at times like this, he imagined there should be teeth accompanying that blank face.
“Okay, Master.” Ravie opened the cell and left as quickly as he had come. Yes. His master was definitely behaving strangely lately. First, his mood changed drastically – he stopped fighting, the women he called up to his room didn’t satisfy him – some of them said that he didn’t even come and now he was…keeping a woman close to him and visiting an old man in a cell.
What the f**k?
Hans walked into the cell. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but something was bothering him.
The cell was dark and smelled bad. But Hans could see everything, from the torn rags on the stone floor to the slight figure sitting on something that resembled a mattress.
Fucken Ravie and not doing his job.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit after so many years, Bane?” the voice that filled the cell was commanding and powerful belying the slight figure it came out of. Hans stared at him, taking in his torn clothes, filthy white hair with braids woven into it.
“What did you call me?” Hans took a step back suddenly feeling like he’d been rammed in the chest by something hard, taking his breath away. He breathed deep as he felt like he was suffocating.
“Bane, that was your name.”
What? Hans stared at the old man. There was something familiar in his eyes. Something he should know, the very thing that brought him down here. Hans tried to figure it out.
He clutched his head as it started to pound. Hans groaned going to his knees. A flash of white blinded him, and he blinked as tears filled his eyes.
Fuck!!!! He couldn’t see.
What the f**k was wrong with him?
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