Shadowed Soul
1179 Words
Hawk's POV
Athens the Head vampire of the Council had just left with the chestnut headed, grey eyed Royal line Princess of the Lyicans. The first human/wolf or whatever she was to find me, sass me and touch me. I was still holding my grip on the table. My other hand clinching so hard I felt my own blood dripping down my fist. The beast inside was raging while the part in human form so confused. Though it held the beast back so they could disappear.
My long raven black hair covering my face, as I continued to the heavy breathing to ease the anger of my beast. It was appalled all those things the woman had done. But, the message and the pictures she had showed us is what held my restraint solid. All these thousands of years, not once did I think I had earned the love of a true mate. I never looked as I figured it had been given up. My pact with Lilth was one of revenge. I assumed it meant love would not come.
That Princess had showed me, my heart glowing, I felt in control for the first time. My rage to kill stalled. That was a first. The girl tattered and broken. What had she been through? Why was she meant to find me? I understood none of it. I wasn't even sure I wanted it. Though I knew I was lying to myself that I wouldn't look. Not now, not after what was showed me. I needed to know.
I opened my eyes, I knew they were gone, but it still confused me. I had placed so many enchantments on this place that not even the gods should have found me. How had that woman done so? Was I loosing power? Was it the girl? I needed to find her and I needed answers. Standing to my full 6ft 4 in height I glanced around the room. I used my own power to test the boundaries I had placed. They were solid, so how.
"Masssster," My pooka servant hissed.
"What!" I snapped loudly whipping around to set my gaze on the cowering little creature.
"Th..There is a note for you." The pooka reached out its small shaking hand holding a white envelope. The red seal told me who had sent it.
Snatching the envelope from the little shivering hand, "Go!" I dismissed, not even paying attention to the tiny sharp toothed creature.
I looked at the note. The note had a seal which meant it was a new request. I often killed for money. Though it did double the work. I got money, to help keep me out of the public's eyes and it fed the bond between Lilth and I. I only got people others found it hard to kill. I wondered who it was. I knew almost all the supernaturals. Well the oldest ones anyway. Younger ones made no sense as they were the easiest to kill and did not do much for feeding the bond.
Using my clawed finger I ripped open the note:
Cacodemon,
Your service is requested at the house of Momma Dee. She has acquired a supernatural that should never exist. Please name your price and it will be paid.
V
I knew Momma Dee. She and members of her pack went around saving supernatural children from slave/s*x trafficking. I needed to check this out. I did not like killing children or women. Granted, I have done it but if there was a good enough reason I tried not to.
Momma Dee's place was about 4 days away from me. If I searched the woods close by, and along the way I may run into the girl that had been mentioned earlier today. Hell, I wasn't supposed to exist in this world but I did. I needed more information. I may be a killer but I did so on my choice and no one else's.
"Runt!" I hollered, glancing to the door to see the pint sized wanna be demon appear.
"Yessss Masster." It hissed.
"Send a note to this V, let them know I will look into it. Then send a note to Momma Dee saying I would like to hunt her woods." Turning my attention back to my thoughts I waved my hand in dismissal.
"Of coursssse," the pooka answered.
I headed out of this makeshift office, to my room. Opening the wooden oak door, I looked around my room, a brightly colored objects, pottery, a bed piled with multicolored fabric, white fur rug, and a fireplace, with a rack of antlers from a long extinct deer. Going to the closet I walked in, finding my black denim jeans, a grey tank and sweater. Once changed I slid on my roping style cowboy boots. Walking out of the closet I headed to the bathroom There I combed my long black hair. I had never cut it in my human life and now I kept it as part of who I am and was in this life. I braided it, using the elastic band (Much much easier from days past) I flipped it over my back. I glanced around my room to find the long sword, I took with me. As well as an original bowie knife from Davy Crockett. Securing them to myself, I stepped out of my room to almost fall over the pooka. I growled at him.
"Sssorry, Masster." The pooka held up his tiny hand in surrender. "I... I bring an extra message back from V." Holding up a note that was just a folded piece of paper.
Cacodemon,
I have sent others to do my bidding as well. If you wish kill them and her.
V.
Hmmm, he was sending others to a female... Suddenly that image of the girl crying, tattered and bloody clothes made my blood boil. I liked Momma Dee, she saved kids and women. Having supernatural assassins coming to kill one of her charges was likely to cause injury to her pack. She had Mato, Mortou the first were bear's son. But depending on who was sent he may not be a match. Not to mention, if this was the girl I was to meet. I couldn't just let someone kill her. I needed to know why she was attached to my heart. Why just the image and thought of her could stop my bloodlust. I needed to leave tonight. I could make it to the caves, by morning. Rest a bit and then continue on during the day through the high mountain pass. There was no people there. No one would see my red eyed black beast. That would cut time to Momma Dee's place.
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