It has been nearly seven years since the sacrifice was made, and several months since the battle of the Heart was lost. The young warrior found himself losing interest in just about everything. Despite his initial thirst for revenge, he allowed himself to fall apart. Days and weeks at a time he would be found locked in his quarters, refusing to come out for any reason. He mourned the death of his lover… as he now would consider her. However, things have not been running any smoother for those back at the castle. We enter the story once again at nightfall, with the moon shining behind the stormy clouds…
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The thin fabric of her dress trailed behind her, dragging on the ground. It framed her thin figure snugly, almost like it was a part of her. Hollow black eyes stared up at the castle hungrily…
Inside, there was turmoil. At least one fifth of the Coven had left, and two more sections were teetering on the edge. Still, Cameron refused to give in to their wishes. His steel blue eyes glared at anyone, as if daring them to speak. Finally, they did, though he wished they hadn’t.
“She can’t be your equal,” one vampiress growled. “It’s not acceptable.” Her medium-length silver hair gleamed in the faint light from the gas lamps.
The young woman’s sister spoke up as well, placing a hand on her chest as she spoke. “I for one, agree with Tanya. This is unacceptable; this goes against our laws—“
“Our traditions,” Cameron sighed and placed his feet up on the table as he leaned back, making himself comfortable for the long verbal war that was sure to ensue. “There is nothing in the books about this. It’s a preference that I do not share.”
“Preference or not, this is tearing our family apart. I will not stand for this!”
Cameron chuckled dryly and gestured towards her. “Well then, sit your ass down,” he glared, “or get. Out.“ His patience was wearing thing, and he wanted to make it clear to them that he would not be giving in on this subject.
