Chapter – 71

“Which one of you gets it first?” Thatcher asks as he glances from Noel to Abel. “P-Please don’t kill us. We’re only following orders” Abel pleads. Elbowing Abel in the stomach, Noel says, “Shut up will you! Geez, you sound like a whining baby. We are vampires, we don’t beg the humans for anything!” ‘These guys are thicker than two short planks’ I think to myself. “Do you know which cell he’s in?” Thatcher asks. Shaking my head I reply, “Do you have this under control, so I can take a look around” I ask. “Yes I will keep an eye on these goons, go ahead and get him out of there.” Immediately I rush to the cells and start searching them frantically for Lestat. Swinging the last door open to see an empty bed the realization hits me, “he’s not here” I yell to Thatcher. “Didn’t your witch friend say he would be here?” Thatcher yells back. “Yes, but obviously he isn’t. All of the cells are empty, without a trace of him. Perhaps there’s another hidden passage?” I inquire approaching him. Thatcher shakes his head and says, “I’m afraid not. This is the only one, perhaps your witch friend was wrong about Lestat’s whereabouts?” Suddenly Noel grabs Thatcher’s sword and casts it aside. “You pathetic human, you didn’t really think that sword would kill us did you?” Noel sneers. “It would have if he decapitated your head!” I say sarcastically. Showing his fangs angrily, Noel lunges at Thatcher and suddenly falls to floor screaming out in pain, along with Abel. “What’s happening to them?” Thatcher questions. Before I’m able to answer his question, the sound of a woman chanting in Old Latin comes from behind us. Turning to face the woman, I notice no other than Elizabeth.

Glancing up at me, she says, “He’s in the last cell of the dungeon. You must hurry child, before Kristen’s two idiots come to their senses.” “But he’s not in there! I have searched every one of those cells” I explain. Elizabeth ponders for a moment before motioning us to follow her. She swings the dungeon door open, and asks Thatcher to stand guard outside of the room, as she hands him his sword. Thatcher agrees and takes his place in front of the door, and the two of us enter the dungeon cell. “You see, he’s not there!” I tell her. She smiles sweetly and says “nonsense child. He’s right in front of you.” “B-but I don’t see” I begin but she quickly interjects. Putting a finger to her mouth, she motions for me to be quiet. I give a nod in agreement, and watch her closely, as she waves her hands over the bed, and begins to chant again. Momentarily, a very faint image of Lestat appears on top of the bed, and within a few moments, his body turns into a solid form. Turning to me she says, “Kristen’s witch friend must have put a spell on these old dungeon cells. Lestat was here the whole time. You just couldn’t see him, because he was cloaked. In fact, no one would have seen him, unless you know of the very spell she used. Listen to me rambling on when we still have work to do! Go on now, pull the dagger out!” Reaching down, I pull the dagger from his chest, but nothing happens. “Why isn’t he waking up?” I ask worriedly. “Sometimes these things take some time.” she replies. Suddenly Lestat feels energy coursing through his very being as if being struck by lightning, jolting from his slumber, Lestat sits up, gasping for air.

“What happened? Where am I?” he asks. Sitting down beside him on the bed I reply, “It’s alright sweetheart. Kristen thought she won again, by taking someone that I care about away from me. Naturally she failed, thanks to your mother.” Lestat glances at me, and then notices the dagger that I’m holding in my hand. “Where did you get that dagger?” he questions. “I-I pulled it out of your chest. This is the dagger Kristen stabbed you with” I reply. A fit of uncontrollable rage washes over Lesat and he vanishes. “Now where do you suppose he ran off to? I hope he’s not going to try anything stupid” I ask. Elizabeth smiles sweetly, “Knowing my son the way I do, he’s planning to attack Kristen the smart way. My guess is that he’s heading to the forest to feed, and gain his strength. He can’t take on an elder vampire while he’s in this weakened form. That dagger that you’re holding, it really took it’s toll on him. Carolin’s witch made it to weaken him, to put him in a coma-like state.  May I see the dagger dear? I might be able to lift the spell on it, so that it can’t harm him again.” “I can’t believe this is happening. Seems to me he was better off without his stepmother’s side of the family in his life. All they do is hurt him. How can individuals such as Carolin and Kristen be so cruel? I mean after all, Carolin did raise him, and Kristen is his half sister” I inquire as I hand her the dagger.

Taking the dagger from my hand, she thanks me before replying, “The thing is deary, Carolin has a cold heart, and well, she only cares about herself. She doesn’t even care for her kingdom, or her husband. She only married him because the villagers wouldn’t accept a single queen, and they feared her. They needed a king, not only have an heir, but to lead them and to teach them. They needed to feel safe and secure. Although, they didn’t know she would marry such an aberrant failure, who’s willing to agree with almost anything that she see’s fit. Sadly their daughter turned out just like her mother. Cold, and cruel. The only difference is, Kristen at least has a heart. You just have to make her find it. I saw her heart melt in one of my visions. One where she had a baby boy. I also saw it break when she asked Thistle and Alex to raise it as their own. Like I said, she has a heart, you just have to make her find it.” I sit mouth agape before saying, “Kristen had a child? When did that happen?” Elizabeth gives a little smile, “All in good time dear, all in good time. Now, be quiet for just a moment, so I can concentrate only on the dagger, ok?” I give a nod in agreement, and watch her as she begins to chant. The silver dagger, slowly floats into the air, as Elizabeth continues chanting. A few moments pass, before Elizabeth throws the dagger onto the floor. “No! It can’t be! It’s impossible!” she shouts. “What’s impossible?” I ask. Shakily she replies, “I know the witch who put the spell on the dagger, and who is also holding your daughter hostage!”

I let out a little gasp before asking, “Who is she, and how do you know her?” As Elizabeth gets her thoughts under control, she slowly explains, “The witch’s name is Morgana. I know her because she is my mother. She taught me all about spell casting when I was young. I assumed she was dead after all of these years. I don’t know how she’s still alive, or what has happened to her since I moved to the village of Dragon Valley many years ago.” “Well, what can Carolin possibly want from her?” I ask curiously. “Carolin must have found her. Perhaps she persuaded her to join her kingdom. I don’t think my mother would have joined her willingly, because she always hated vampires, and hated the fact that the kingdom was ruled by them. I’m not exactly sure why my mother would have joined Carolin, but whatever the reason is, it must be huge” she says.

A few moments of silence spreads between us as I take in the new information. “Do you think Juliana is alright? You don’t think she would hurt her do you?” I ask but get no response. Turning my head towards her, I can clearly see that she’s in a daze. Rising from my seat, and placing a hand on her shoulder, I ask, “Hey, are you alright?” “Elizabeth, snap out of it!” I continue as I give her shoulder a little shake. Slowly blinking her eyes, as she snaps back into reality, she replies, “We need to find Lestat and gather a meeting with Thatcher in the throne room as quick as possible. I just had a vision, and we need to act rather quickly. I’m afraid this means life and death for your daughter!” “Life and death? For Juliana? Do explain!” I demand as I cross my arms. “Since Carolin took Juliana from Brendlewood, she’s been trying to figure out a way to drain her of her powers. In the vision I just had, I witnessed Morgana find a spell that will surely drain the little Princess. Of course she has to cast a spell that will age Juliana into a ten year old child” she explains. “A ten year old child!? Why does she need Juliana to be ten years old?” I ask. “Because, that’s how old your daughter will be when she begins to develop her powers. Carolin’s afraid if she waits until Juliana’s an adult, she will have more than enough power to bring her kingdom down. Well, I don’t think I need to explain it any further, as you know Carolin, and if she’s afraid of something, well…she needs to destroy it! Now, as I was saying, we need to find my son, and gather the three of you in the throne room!” Elizabeth replies. Giving a quick nod, I follow Elizabeth and Thatcher out of the basement and back to the finely decorated part of the castle. Pulling Elizabeth off to the side, I tell her that I’m going to head to the forest to find Lestat, and bring him back to the castle safely. She gives me a friendly hug in return, and tells me to be careful. I tell her that I will, and head out to the forest to begin my search.

As I enter the forest, the cold wind howls as the colorful fall leaves spill from the trees. Fall is among us, and in a few months, the snow will begin to fall. ‘The perfect weather for making snowmen, and for snowball fights’ I think to myself. It seems like I’ve been searching for hours, as I arrive in the center of the forest. A very loud ‘Crack’ sound comes from one of the trees in front of me, as it begins to fall. Running as fast as I can to get out of the path of the tree, I run right into Lestat. Turning to face me, his eyes widen in surprise before saying, “Shelly, you shouldn’t have come.” Smiling slightly I reply, “I had to find you. You’re mother had a vision, and needs us to meet with her and Thatcher in the throne room. She said it could mean life and death for Juliana.” “I mean you shouldn’t have come, because there’s a hunter on my tail. I’m sure we can lose him though. C’mon, I’ll race you back to the castle.” “Ha! Are you sure you can beat me? I mean you know I’m a little faster than most new vampires” I kid. Lestat gives me a little wink, before taking off as fast as he can. “Hey! That’s cheating!” I shout before chasing after him. As I catch up to him, Lestat says, “I think it’s wise if you enter the castle alone. By now I’m sure that my sister has found out that I’m no longer her prisoner. Don’t worry love, I can still get in. All I have to do is use a little vamp power to scale the walls. I’ll find you later. I would tell you where to meet up, but if Kristen confronts you, she will think that you’re lying and compel you to tell her where I am.” I frown at the thought of Kristen capturing him again, and I agree to his terms, before we enter the castle separately.

Upon entering the castle, Kristen greets me in the foyer. “Well now, this is a surprise. I set a trap for my brother, and behold I catch his lover instead. Come, join me in the sitting room” she says grimly. Giving a nod in agreement, I follow her into the other room. Standing in front of the fireplace, I can’t help but wonder what she has up her sleeve. Slowly approaching me, she continues, “I know you have been with my brother, and that you helped him escape. Don’t try to deny it, the two of you were seen in the forest together. You can either tell me where my brother is, or I can compel you to tell me. Either way, I will get the information that I want. So, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. The choice is yours.” Folding my arms, I reply, “Just what makes you think that I will tell you anything?” Pointing her scraggly finger at me she says, “I have ways of making you talk.” Kristen then snaps her fingers, and her guards bring Logan to her. My eyes widen in shock as my brother approaches her with his hands bound together. “You let him go or I’ll-” I begin but she quickly interrupts. Folding her arms and squinting her eyes, she says, “Or you’ll what!? There’s nothing you can do. You can’t beat me, and you know that. Besides, I don’t want to hurt your precious brother. In fact I want to make a deal with you. More of a trade really. Your brother for mine!” Pondering for a moment I inquire, “If I tell you where Lestat is, you’ll let my brother go?” “You have my word” Kristen replies. “Just like that?” I carefully question. Shaking her head she says, “Just like that.” “But I don’t know where he is. You can compel me if you want to, but I can’t tell you where he is, if I don’t exactly know where he is” I reply. “Then it’s the end for poor Logan here. Such a pity” she says as she grabs him by the throat.

“No-wait! I don’t know exactly where he is, but I can tell you where to begin to look” I blurt out. Shoving Logan into the hands of her guards, Kristen approaches me and questions, “Where exactly do I start looking for my brother?” “He’s somewhere in the castle. That’s all I can tell you.” Grabbing me by the arms, and looking deep into my eyes, she says, “Nonsense. My brother wouldn’t be so stupid as to hide here. I have eyes all over this castle, surely someone would have seen him.” “I wasn’t lying. I told you that I don’t know where he is” I tell her. Her pupils grow small, and the color of her eyes go dark as she compels me to tell her where Lestat is. “Alright you little tramp, I’m going to ask you one last time. Where is my brother?” Kristen asks angrily. “I told you, I don’t know where he is. All I know is that he’s somewhere here in the castle” I explain. Slowly letting go of my arms, Kristen says with a conniving expression, “We’re going to play a little game. You either find him and bring him to me, or you can kiss your brother goodbye.” “Why would I bring him to you? All you and your mother have ever done is hurt him!” I yell. 

Grabbing me by the throat and lifting me off the floor, she says, “I’ve grown tired of your nonsense. The only reason I have put up with you this long, is because of my brother’s love for you. He betrayed me by killing Austin, when all he did was leave my mother’s realm to help us take her down!” Before I’m able to respond to what she had just said, Thatcher enters the room flanked by his guards, with his sword ready. “Take your hands off of my wife!” Thatcher shouts. Turning his attention to Archer, Thatcher says, “Arrest that creature for the act of treason!” Archer gives a nod before saying, “Miss Lioncourt, you are under arrest for treason, and the disloyalty of the King and Queen of Blue Haven. Guards, take her away!” As Thatcher’s guards surround Kristen, Archer approaches her with iron cuffs. Kristen loosens her grip from my throat, and I fall to the floor with a hard ‘thud’. “Do you really think you can take me that easily? That I would be willing to let you put me behind bars? I think not!” she sneers. Back-handing Archer, he falls to the floor and hits his head on one of the tables, knocking him out cold. She then snaps her fingers, and her guards attack the men and hold them hostage. Within a flash, she grabs Thatcher’s sword, and casts it outside of the window. Grabbing Thatcher by the neck she says, “Did you really think that a pathetic mortal like you could defeat me? Such a pity that I have to kill you. Don’t worry, I’ll let you die quick and painless, so as not to suffer.” 

Kristen then sinks her fangs into his neck, before Lestat shouts, “Leave these people alone. T’is I that you want, and I am standing here before you. I won’t let you harm these innocent people. I’m not going anywhere, and I’ll go with you willingly.” Rushing to Lestat’s side, I hug him tightly before whispering in his ear, “Sweetheart, no! You can’t go with her, she’ll kill you!” He kisses me gently on the cheek and whispers, “She’ll kill all of you if I don’t. I swore to your parents that I would protect you, and I’m not about to break that promise. I have to go darling.” Kristen shoves Thatcher down to the floor, and rushes over to Lestat. “My dear brother, playing the savior again I see. Well, never mind that. It’s about time that you came to your senses, but I’m afraid you’re a little too late. You see, your pal Thatcher over there doesn’t have very long to live. I’ve drained him of almost all of his blood. You and I both know that draining him like that will make his pitiful little heart work faster to supply more blood. His heart won’t be able to take it.” Giving her fingers a little snap, her guards kill the king’s men, and approach Logan. Two of her guards hold Logan so he can’t move, as one of the other men removes his ring before snapping his neck. “No!” I yell before rushing to his side. Tears slide down my cheeks, and I stroke his hair. He’s really gone this time, and there wasn’t anything I could do to stop this from happening. Guilt stricken and sorrow washes over me as I weep. I then grab all of the Gin and Rum I can get my hands on, and begin pouring it all over the furniture, floor, and my brother’s body. 

“What are you doing!?” Kristen shouts. “Everything is gone! My husband is dying, my parents and brother are all dead. Now, you’re going to kill the remaining love of my life! I have nothing left! This castle, is nothing but bad memories, ones that I no longer want, so I’m gonna burn it down to the ground!” As I head over to the fireplace, Kristen rushes to my side. Smiling slightly she says, “I can help you.” “I don’t want, nor do I need your help!” I snap. Approaching Lestat, she whispers, “You know what to do to help her. I suggest you do so before I kill the little wench!” Lestat takes me into his arms and hugs me tightly as I sob uncontrollably. “Listen to me darling. I can help you” he says as he wipes the tears from my cheeks. “You don’t understand. Everyone that I love dies! I’m poison Lestat. You better leave me before you die to!” I cry out. “Shhh. It’s alright darling. I’m not going anywhere. I can help you. Please, just let me help you” he says soothingly. “How can you help me?” I ask in between sobs. “Turn your humanity off” he tells me. Thatcher gasping in pain, manages to get to his feet before saying, “No! Shelly, don’t listen to him!” “Just turn off your humanity, and all of the hurt that you’re feeling right now will just go away” Lestat explains. “How do I turn it off?” I ask. “Just reach down, deep inside yourself. You’ll know what to do” he replies. 

Lestat takes a few steps back from Shelly, before Kristen approaches him. “Bravo my brother. I didn’t think that you had it in you!” she sarcastically says. Smiling slightly he replies, “I didn’t.” Giving him a puzzled look, Kristen says, “Oh but you did. You got her to turn her humanity off. A very brave thing to do, considering that you actually love her.” Turning to his sister, Lestat plunges a syringe into her arm, and injects her with a dark red liquid. Grabbing the glass tube, and throwing it to the floor, Kristen says in a weakened voice, “W-what did you do to me?” “I’m sorry sister, but you have caused enough trouble. I injected you with dead man’s blood. Now, my mother can help you, but unless you stop this madness, you can meet your maker!” Lestat tells her. “Y-you would kill your own sister?” she questions before falling to the floor. Kneeling down and smiling slightly, he replies, “I don’t want to kill you, but you’re not really giving me a choice now are you? While you had your plan set into motion, I was planning my own scheme against you.” Rising from the floor, he shouts, “Bring in the prisoner!” A few of Thatcher’s guards bring Ector into the room with his arms bound in front of him. 

“Exactly what are you up to?” Kristen inquires. Rising from the floor, and folding his arms, Lestat replies, “I know that you turned off your humanity, and that is why you have done all of these horrible things to everyone. It’s time for you to turn it back on, or your poor human lover gets it!” “I can’t and won’t do that!” she shouts. “Oh, but you will. You see, I’ve been trying to figure out why you’ve been stringing poor Ector here along, and I finally figured it out. You actually care about him, maybe even love him. Just like I figured out that the two of you share a daughter. Just think sister, if I can find out that you have a daughter out there, I can surely find out where you are hiding her. It won’t be to hard to track her down, just like I can track down Alex and Thistle to find your son! So, what’s it gonna be?” Getting to my feet, I grab the other syringe that’s on the floor next to Kristen, and plunge it into her arm. “Shelly, what are you doing? If you give her too much of that stuff, it will kill her!” Lestat shouts. Smiling slightly, I give a little shrug, before one of Kristen’s guards grabs me. “Let go of me!” I shout as I try to break free of his grasp. “No, Shelly. I’m trying to save my sister, not kill her.” Lestat says. “I don’t care. That bitch deserves to die after everything that she has done to us!” I yell. “Guards, take her Majesty into another room where she won’t cause anymore trouble” Lestat commands Kristen’s guards. They give Kristen a puzzled look, but she quickly gives them a little nod, and they remove me from the room.

Lestat shoves Ector away from him, and rushes to Kristen’s side as he notices her clenching her chest. “Something’s wrong. It’s getting harder to breathe. Am I dying?” she asks him. Cradling his sister, he places his hand on her cheek before saying, “Sister, your skin feels like it’s on fire! I’m afraid you don’t have much longer to live. You have too much of dead man’s blood in your system, and your body can’t handle it.” A look of sadness washes over Kristen’s face, as she turns her humanity back on. “I’ll never get to see my children again, nor will I ever marry. Brother, you have been nothing but good to me, and I have been just horrible to you. I don’t want to die knowing that you hate me, can you find it in your heart to forgive me?” she says as she wipes the tears from her cheeks. Tears fill Lestat’s eyes before saying, “I forgive you Sister. I just wish things could have been better between us. You were always so jealous of me. Even when we were kids, you were always afraid that Father was giving me more attention than you, when in fact, you were his favorite. I was always afraid that I would be a bad father just like he was.” Kristen places her hand on his cheek, “Nonsense Brother. You are a great father. You’re nothing like him. Your children will see that just as I have. I know I don’t have much longer, and I do want to be able to say goodbye to Ector. I just have one last thing I want to tell you” she says. Giving Lestat’s hand a tight squeeze she continues, “When Shelly gave birth to Elijah, he wasn’t the first and only heir of Blue Haven that was born.” 

Lestat sits mouth agape before saying, “Sister, are you thinking clearly? Even the midwife said Shelly and Thatcher had a son. Meaning only one child. She said nothing about twin boys.” Smiling slightly, Kristen replies, “Actually, I compelled the midwife and everyone else who was in Shelly’s quarters to believe there was only one child. I’m thinking very clearly my brother. Two boys were born, and Elijah isn’t their first born. He is the second heir to the throne. The other boy remains hidden.” “So….exactly where is this child?” Lestat asks. In a weakened voice Kristen replies, “I had Thistle take him to a village called Bradford. The town isn’t far from here by horse. If you go there, you’ll find the baby. The villagers there don’t like outsiders, so I’m sure you will find him with out difficulty.” “If the villagers don’t like outsiders, just how did Thistle manage to get a family to care for the baby?” Lestat asks. “That was easy. Thistle is from Bradford, and the villagers know her. It wasn’t hard for her to find foster parents for the child” Kristen replies. “Then I’ll gather my men to search for my son” Thatcher says before falling to the floor.

Meanwhile in the Queen’s chambers, Kristen’s guards stand guard outside of my bedroom door. Quietly I  crack the door open, to see where they are, and quickly close it again. Plopping onto my bed, my thoughts begin to race. ‘Just who does he think he is? He surely can’t think that he can keep me in here. Maybe I should just go back to that room and remove his heart from his chest! That man just loves to be under my skin, but maybe one day he can be of use to me. C’mon Shelly, think. You know you can get out of here, but how can leave this room without being seen and alerting the guards?’ I think to myself. Then it dawns on me! Daylight is approaching, and I know exactly how to lure the guards in here. although this may hurt a bit at first, but then again what’s a little bit of pain?” I think. Flinging the curtains open, the morning sun immediately pores into the room. A smile spreads across my face, as I brace myself against the wall, in the shadows. Taking off my sunlight ring, I quickly throw myself into the harm of the sun’s rays. Screaming out in pain, the guards rush out of the halls, and into my room, where they lead me back into the shadows, and close the curtains. “Majesty, is everything alright” the head guard asks. “Yes, one of the maids must have left the curtains open again. Thank you for coming to my rescue” I tell them. “You’re welcome Majesty. Is there anything you might need, such as ice or maybe something to drink?” the other guard asks. “Actually, there is something you can do, but there are too many ears in this castle” I reply. Motioning them to move in closer as if I were to whisper to them, I quickly reach out and snap both of their necks, before dragging them into my bathroom. 

As I enter the sitting room, I can’t help but to smell the fresh scent of Thatcher’s blood trickling down his neck. Within a flash, I grab Thatcher by the throat, and take a deep breath of the deliciousness I’m about to feast on. “Shelly, put him down! You know this isn’t right!” Lestat calls out. “Oh but it is! You know you want a taste. Why don’t you come over here, and we can finish him off together?” I offer. Rushing to my side, Lestat turns to me and places his hand on my shoulder, before saying, “No. This isn’t you. When you turn your humanity back on, you’ll hate yourself for killing him. I know there’s a part of you that still cares. Just turn it back on darling.” Giving a nod as I act like I’m actually considering on turning on my humanity, I sink my teeth into Thatcher’s neck. Lestat shoves me to the floor, and says, “Stop this madness! Shelly I love you, therefore I can’t allow you to do this!” Glaring at Lestat I reply, “Since when do you control my every move? For a change, I feel alive, I feel….free. You can’t tell me what to do, or try to control me. I’m not that pathetic faerie who was always afraid, and who was too fragile to handle her own affairs. Right now, I don’t care about anything or anyone, and I feel nothing. If you want to protect our food chain, then so be it! I will not protect them. From now on, I’ll treat them as they should be treated, which is for no other than food!” “Darling, I beg of you, please think about what you’re doing. You can’t go on like this. I love you….Thatcher loves you. Do you really want to push us away?” Lestat pleads. 

Getting to my feet, I approach Lestat and look him in the eyes, “I’m sorry, but I don’t love you. I don’t love either of you, nor do I care about the two of you. “Now, I have other things on my agenda. If you don’t mind, I’ll be on my way” I tell him. “Where are you going?” Lestat asks. “That’s just for me to know, and for you not to find out. It has nothing to do with you” I explain. Lestat stands mouth agape not knowing exactly what to say. Glaring at him, I say before leaving the castle, “That’s right, Lestat. For a change, what I say and what I do, has absolutely nothing to do with you or that idiotic human over there.” Lestat kneels in front of Thatcher, before biting his wrist and says, “You need to drink my blood Majesty. It will heal you.” Thatcher pushes Lestat’s arm away and says, “No! I know it can heal me, but with you and all of the other creatures here, how do I know that none of you won’t turn me? I don’t want to become a monster like you!” “Then I’ll have my mother put a spell on your chambers so that supernatural creatures can’t enter. Majesty, with all due respect, if you don’t drink my blood, you will die, and you will never get to meet your oldest son” Lestat tells him before sending for his mother. A brief moment of silence spreads between them, before Thatcher gives a nod in agreement. Lestat then puts his wrist up to Thatcher’s mouth, and he slowly drinks his blood. Within moments, The wounds on Thatcher’s neck begin to heal, and he begins to feel like his normal self.

“You wanted to see me?” Elizabeth says as she enters the room. “Yes. Mother, There was an incident, and I had to help Thatcher by giving him some of my blood. Can you put a spell on his quarters to keep supernatural beings out. He’s afraid that one of us might turn him” Lestat explains. She gives a nod in agreement, and waves her hands in the air as she chants, and then suddenly stops. Turning to Thatcher she says, “It is done. You won’t have to worry about any supernatural beings bothering you.” Smiling slightly, Thatcher thanks her. “Mother, I know this is alot to ask, but do you think you can help my sister now that she’s turned her humanity back on? I don’t think she’ll be giving us anymore problems” Lestat asks. “I do have a potion that can help her, but are you sure she won’t be stirring up anymore trouble around here?” Elizabeth asks. Lestat then tells her that he’s completely sure. Giving a nod in agreement, she gives the potion to Kristen, before disappearing once more. “Guards, can you see that my sister gets to her quarters? Her Majesty needs her rest” Lestat instructs. The guards give a bow in return, and carry Kristen up to her bed. Helping Thatcher to his feet, Lestat says, “Come now Majesty, let’s gather your men, and find your son.” “No, Archer will be leading my men for the journey as soon as he wakes, so no need for you to go along. You just find Shelly, and get her to come to her senses!” Thatcher instructs. “Very well, Majesty. I’m pretty sure I know of just the place to find her. However, with her humanity turned off, it may take some time to get her to turn it back on and bring her home safely. She attacked you, so you know just how dangerous she is” Lestat explains.

“Sorry to interrupt Majesty, but there’s a messenger from Stoneridge here to see you” one of Thatcher’s guards informs him. “Stoneridge sending word here? Please, by all means, send him in” Thatcher replies. The guard gives a bow, before leaving the room, and returning with the messenger. “Majesty, King Rohan and Queen Isabelle instructed me to bring you and your queen this letter” he says as he hands the sealed paper to him. “What is your name?” Thatcher asks. “My name’s Atkins, Majesty” he replies. “Thank you Atkins. Please stay while I read the letter, just in case I should need to send one in return” Thatcher says. “Yes, Majesty” Atkins replies.Thatcher slowly reads the letter, as a smile forms across his face. “Majesty, what is it? Is anyone hurt? Are they under attack and need our assistance?” Lestat asks. Thatcher places a hand on Lestat’s shoulder, you’re to be congratulated. Rohan and Isabelle have a son and heir to the throne. You’re a grandfather! Congratulations!” Lestat smiles widely, “A grandfather? I never thought I would live to see the day.” “Congratulations to you as well Majesty, for you too are a grandfather, since you’re married to Shelly” Lestat points out. Thatcher clears his throat, “Yes, well….thank you. Now about Shelly, you should head out to find her, I’m going to write a letter in return to congratulate the new parents on their new addition to their family.” Lestat then gives a bow, before heading down to the barn to ready his horse.

Chapter – 70

“I can’t just sit back and do nothing! I’ve got to go after him!” I think to myself. No sooner does that thought cross my mind, I turn to head towards the stairs as my two guards approach me. “Majesty, we need you to remain in your quarters where you will be safe. I’m afraid enemies have broken inside the castle gates!” Caleb informs me. Gasping, I ask where Lestat is, and my guards inform me that he too is trying to keep the enemy from getting inside of the castle. “Elijah! I have to get my son!” I shout. Shaking his head, Lorenzo replies,”It’s far too dangerous Majesty. You’re better off staying in your room where it’s safe.” Listening to their hearts beat as I glance from one to the other, I can tell they’re becoming nervous as their hearts begin to race. It’s almost as if they’re hiding something from me. “The two of you are acting pretty weird. Normally if I needed help with something, you would go out of your way for me. Do you not want me to get my son? Is that it?” I ask curiously. 

The two exchange glances before replying anxiously, “N-no Majesty. If you need us to take you to your son, then we’ll do so!” “I’m….getting a strange vibe from the two of you. I don’t think the enemy is outside of the castle at all. I think Carolin’s goons have been here the whole time, spying on ME!” I shout as my eyes begin to glow in anger. A low growl comes from the two guards, proving that I was right. Showing my fangs, I grab Lorenzo by the throat choking him, before saying, “You! I trusted you!” Rage washes over me, and I throw Lorenzo clear across the room, before turning to the other impostor. I then grab Caleb who looks more scared than anything. Plunging my hand through his chest, and removing his heart, I turn my head towards Lorenzo. “You can tell your so called queen that I have had it with her! Tell her that if she wants me, to come get me herself, and to leave my son alone!” I hiss as I crumble Caleb’s heart in my bare hand. Petrified, Lorenzo replies, “I’ll relay the message, only it won’t do any good! It’s not you that she wants, it’s the child. She wants Blue Haven for herself, and she’ll do anything to get it! When that child grows older, he will be the next heir to the throne. As long as there’s an heir to the throne, that heir has rights, not only to the castle, but to the realm as well. Her Majesty can’t have anyone getting in the way of having the most powerful kingdom.”

Suddenly, Thatcher, Lestat, and the General, followed by the twenty-five men that accompanied Thatcher back to the castle, emerge from the stairs. The men draw out their swords, and point them at Lorenzo. “Trader! We overheard every word you had just said. When I led my men to the village to clear out the lycan trash, you can imagine my surprise when I over heard a female lycan tell your alpha that Carolin lead them into a trap….that they weren’t supposed to breach the castle walls. They were the decoys in which your queen sent to get me away from my kingdom! You were sent to spy on my queen, and to kill my son….my ONLY son! Oh believe me when I say that you aren’t going anywhere! You’re under arrest for treason, and the disloyalty of the King and Queen of Blue Haven! Guards, take this man away!” Thatcher shouts. “I’m not going anywhere with you, and you can’t capture me either!” the lycan sneers before jumping out of the window and landing on his feet. “Seize that creature! We can’t have him returning to that demon queen of his!” Thatcher orders. The men give a bow, and head out to begin looking for Lorenzo. 

“Darling, are you alright?” Lestat asks as Thatcher and his general turn to leave the halls. Shakily I give a nod, and tell him that I am before he continues, “I was so afraid that he might have hurt you.” “I knew something was wrong when they were trying to convince me that I would be safer in my chambers. I figured it all out when their hearts began to race, and they became more nervous when I asked them to accompany me to get our son. He is our son isn’t he?” I inquire. “Of course he is darling, why do you ask?” he reassures. Giving a little frown I reply, “Well….it’s just that Thatcher keeps saying that Elijah’s his son, and the way he talked to that lycan. It’s almost as if he was telling him that I am his queen, but that’s impossible. I would remember something like that wouldn’t I?” “Yes, my darling you would. Just give it some time. I’m sure you will regain all of your memories, but you can’t rush these things. It will all come back to you all in good time. When that time does come, you will have some questions for me, and I’ll be happy to answer them all, but only when you get them back” Lestat says. “Well I wish they would hurry up already! It’s frustrating when you have to listen to others tell you about your past when you can’t remember it yourself!” I reply. 

What about Austin?” I ask. “What of him? You were right Shelly, I shouldn’t be going after him, especially alone” he says apologetically. Wrapping me in his arms, before kissing me tenderly, he continues, “Shel, stop worrying. You will get your memories back, I promise. Until then, enjoy what’s happening right here, right now.” “Mmmm. I like the way that sounds already. I love you” I whisper. Caressing my neck with his lips, he whispers, “And I love you. Shall we move this into your chambers?” I let out a little moan, before giving a nod in agreement as he presses me up against the door to my room. Feeling around frantically for the doorknob, he kisses me passionately as his hands slide down my lower back. After a few moments of searching, I finally find the knob and give it a little twist. The door swings open, when I hear what sounds like someone clearing their throat. Glancing over Lestat’s shoulder, a tall, slender, blonde man, with blue eyes, stands before us. Lestat gives a sigh, before turning to face him. “Tristan!? How did you…when did you come to court?” Lestat asks clearly knowing who he is. “I came with Melina. I found her when she was searching for the kingdom. Sir, may I speak with you in private?” Tristan asks. “Do you mind darling?” Lestat asks me. Smiling slightly, I tell him that it’s alright and that I’ll keep the bed warm for him. He gives an a apologetic smile, before placing a kiss on my cheek, and follows Tristan into the other room. 

“What’s this all about son?” Lestat asks. “Well, as you know, I have loved Melina for a very long time, and since you are her father, I need to speak with you.” Well, go on son. I’m all ears” Lestat replies. “May I have your daughter’s hand in marriage? I know I’m not a prince, nor am I of royalty, but I love her!” Tristan continues. Lestat ponders for a moment before replying, “Has my daughter told you that she would marry you?” Tristan looks at the floor, before looking back up at Lestat, “Well….no. I haven’t asked her yet. I wanted to do this the honorable and right way, which was to ask you first.” “All I have to say is, ask her. If she says yes, then you have my blessing!” Lestat replies. Tristan beams, “Really!? Thank you Sir! I’m gonna go and ask her. I planned this whole romantic picnic thing in the royal garden.” Lestat chuckles before saying, “Just know this, if you hurt her, you’ll have to answer to me!” “Yes Sir!” Tristan replies before heading down to the garden. 

Returning to Shelly’s chambers, Lestat climbs into bed with her, thinking they can pick up where they left off, only to find her asleep. Rolling onto his side, he moves a few strands of hair from her face. She gives a little smile in return, before the nightmares start rolling in. “I can’t handle this. You have to remember me, you must. Lestat I love you so much, and I have waited so long for your return. Luke and Luna need you, just as our other children and myself do. Please come back to me” she says as she sleeps. It is then that Lestat realizes that she’s dreaming about the time he had lost his memories. When he had forgotten her, and his family. ‘How can I continue to put her through this, knowing what I went through when I lost my memories. Angry or not, I have got to tell her the truth, although she may hate me for it. I just hope she can find it in her heart to forgive me’ he thinks to himself. Slowly climbing out of bed, he returns to his chambers to find Logan still asleep. Taking comfort by the roaring flames of the fireplace, he sits thinking about how he’s going to explain to Shelly about everything that he’s done.

Meanwhile back in the queen’s chambers, Shelly continues to toss and turn in her bed as she dreams of her past. Jolting from my slumber, I swing my legs over the side of my bed, wiping the tears and sweat from my face, I take in the horrible dream I just experienced. I had woken up in a strange place, with strange people asking me all sorts of questions about some robbery that had taken place in their village. ‘There’s no way it could have been real. After all these years, why would I dream something so horrible about the kingdom my mother used to tell me stories about?’ I think to myself. Looking around my room, I notice Lestat hasn’t returned. Thinking maybe he went downstairs to have a cup of coffee, I get dressed and head down the hall. As I enter the landing on the second floor, I hear Thatcher talking to someone in the study. ‘I never did thank him for rescuing me and my son. Since I’m right here, I might as well do so’ I think to myself. Opening the door I let out a gasp. There in the study I find Thatcher and a brunette with their arms around one another, locked in a passionate kiss. Hearing the door opening, Thatcher glances up from his lover. His eyes widen at the sight of me, and he breaks from their kiss. “I-I’m sorry Majesty. I didn’t mean to…UGH! I’ve always had bad timing. I-I should go” I tell him as I turn to head out of the door. 

Grabbing his shirt, he follows me out into the hall. “Shelly, I didn’t intend for this to happen. She came to thank me for saving her life” Thatcher begins but I quickly interject. “There’s no need to explain yourself to me. I heard you in there talking to someone. I should have knocked first. I’m sorry for interrupting” I reply turning away from him. He then grabs me by the arm, and I turn to face him. “I don’t know why I’m jealous. It’s not like you and I have ever been together, nor have we been in a relationship, but every inch of me wants to remove her head from her shoulders!” I continue. His deep purple eyes lock on mine as he begins to speak again. His gentle voice fades into the distance, and I’m hit with yet another splitting headache. “Shelly, are you alright?” Thatcher calls out worriedly as he catches me before falling to the floor. After fifteen minutes of trying to get me to respond, I finally snap back into reality. Fluttering my eyes open, in a weakened voice, I’m able to tell him that I’m alright. As I try to get up, Thatcher says, “Are you sure you should be getting up so soon? I mean shouldn’t you relax for a minute or two?” Getting to my feet, I tell him, “I’m a vampire. You know, basically already dead. So there’s no need to really worry. You’re the one who should be worried.”

Turning to leave the room, Thatcher grabs my arm before saying, “Just what am I supposed to be worried about?” Locking my eyes on his I reply, ” Every time I get these headaches, years of memories rush back to me.” “So you remember everything?” he asks. “Well, not everything. There are still things that are still a blur, but as for you, I remember you, and I remember Brendlewood.” Smiling widely he replies, “Oh my gosh! Shelly, That’s great news!” Hugging me tightly he continues, “I think a feast is in order! This is an occasion to celebrate!” Breaking from his hug I reply, “Well maybe to you this is a joyous occasion, but gathering from what I just saw in your study, just tells me that you were hoping that I didn’t gain my memories back.” His smile turns to a frown before saying, “How can you say that? I sat by your bedside the whole time, waiting for you to wake up. I even had to sit there and watch to your ex-husband flaunt all over you. Every time I tried to tell you about our past, you would become irritable. I just didn’t want you to hurt anyone.” 

Pulling me close, he continues, “Darling, I just want us to be the way that we were before all of this.” Anger washes over me, and I shove him away from me before saying, “Well maybe I don’t feel the same way you do. Just because I remember you and our life together, doesn’t mean that I feel the same way. Things have changed between us. Wasn’t it you who told me that you didn’t know if you could cope me being a vampire? And wasn’t it you who said that you hate my kind?” “Well…yes, but….”Thatcher begins but I quickly interject. “Then kindly tell me, if you hate my kind, and you don’t think that you can bare to be with me because I’m a vampire, just how is it that you love me!?” A brief moment of silence spreads between us before I continue, ” That’s just what I thought! You can’t cope with all of this. Sorry I wasted your time! Maybe your lover who’s still waiting in your study will still have you!” Storming up the stairs, I hear Thatcher calling out to me, but I’m to angry to even look at him. As I open the door to my chambers, Lestat approaches me. “Darling is everything alright?” he asks. Rage suddenly takes over the anger, and I give a hard slap to his face. “How DARE you! How could you do that to me!? Make forget my friends, my children, my husband! Did you really think that would win you a second chance!? You made me believe Elijah was our son and that we were still married!” 

Running his fingers through his hair, he says, “Shel, you don’t understand…-” “Oh I understand plenty!” I shout. As he tries to comfort me, I say, “Don’t Lestat….you’ve done enough!” Grabbing me by the arms, his vibrant red eyes lock on mine, “I don’t want to hurt you. I only want to show you everything that has happened. If you feed from me and concentrate on seeing my memories, you will see what I have been telling you is the truth.” I try to break from his embrace, but I’m no match for him. “There’s no point in trying to run away. Since you clearly won’t listen to me, maybe when you see for yourself, you’ll see things in a different perspective” he says. His pupils grow small, and the color of his eyes beam bright as he compels me to feed from him. Nodding in agreement, I sink my teeth into his wrist. “That’s it, now concentrate on me” he says. I close my eyes and concentrate on finding his memories. Flashes of everything he has done since he was taken from his mother rush to me. The day we met, our wedding day, the fight we had before he left Brendlewood, and everything that has happened at Carolin’s castle until the present comes to me. His eyes then change back to normal and the muscles in his arms relax. As he lets go of my arms, tears slide down his cheeks before saying, “There you have it. My whole life was nothing but a lie. I wanted to tell you about your past with Thatcher many times, but I didn’t want to confuse you and make you angry. A vampire with a temper is a very bad combination for innocent people. But, that wasn’t the only thing holding me back Shelly. I don’t want to lose you either. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. It’s always been you Shel. No one can ever take your place.”

“Why did you compel me before you left Brendlewood? You made me believe that you left me, and that you weren’t going to come back” I ask. “I did that for your protection. If I had told you that I was leaving, I know exactly what you would have done. You would have tried to follow me and talk me out of it. I wasn’t just a vampire anymore, but a hybrid lycan, which is basically a lycan on steroids. Brendlewood was crawling with faeries, including you. The hunger was growing stronger so I had to leave. I didn’t want to hurt anyone, or you in that matter. I told you that I wanted to leave to seek help from Charlotte, but you begged me to stay. No matter how hard I tried to explain to you why I had to leave, you insisted on coming with me. I couldn’t put you in that kind of danger, so I had no choice but to compel you.” “I remember all of that now, but what I don’t get is why you would tell me to move on” I say. ” I told you to move on because I didn’t think I could be cured. I knew nothing of the lycan removal spell, that is until I found Charlotte and asked her for help. But you already know all of that now, so why do you ask?” I let out a sigh before saying, “Maybe I just needed to hear that from you.” Now you know everything that has happened in my absence, and why I came to Stone Ridge to find you” he explains. Rubbing the back of his neck he continues, “Now the question is, what will you do about Thatcher?” 

“What of that goon!? He’s only a mere human, who should be treated as nothing more than food!” Austin interrupts. Furrowing a brow I say, “You better hold your tongue!” Erick smirks, “Or else what? You’re gonna kill us? We joined up with Kristen. If you kill us, you will have to answer to her!” “Just who says I’m scared of that old bitty?” I question before fake lunging at him. Erick lets out a girlish scream and hides behind Austin before shaking his fists and scolding me, “That wasn’t funny!” Lestat points a finger at Austin, “You have alot of nerve to approach us after everything you have done!” Austin shrugs before shaking his index finger, “You know something, I don’t regret it either. I’d do it again if I had the chance! After all, she is very tasty!” Lestat furrows his brow in anger before shouting, “You ever lay a hand on her again I’ll kill you!” “Ya know, I’m just gonna let the two of you duke it out!” Erick says as he backs away slowly, before bolting down the stairs. Austin smirks at the fact that he knows Lestat’s temper, and just how far he can push him before he gets enraged. Letting out a little chuckle, Austin says slyly, “You have everything I ever wanted. You have Shelly by your side, and you have a kingdom in which one day you will run.” Snapping his fingers, Austin continues, “Oh that’s right! You really aren’t a prince are you? You’re just the King’s bastard son! I guess you don’t really have a pot to piss in now do you!?” Rage washes over Lestat and his eyes glow vibrant red once again. Fear stricken, Austin runs as fast as he can downstairs, with Lestat right behind him. “Lestat! Wait!” I shout running as quick as I can to catch up to him.

Momentarily, the sounds of yelling and furniture being thrown around in the sitting room echo throughout the halls. Rounding the corner, I bump right into Erick, who is guarding the doorway that leads into the library. “Ah so you want to join the party too? Might as well watch your boy toy get what’s coming to him!” he sneers. Lestat glances toward the door as it shuts behind Erick who is holding me hostage. “Oh the things we’re going to do to you! It’ll be just like old times. I’ll make sure you enjoy every minute of it,” he says before licking my cheek. Turning to look to see who’s winning the fight, Austin breaks one of the legs off of the chairs, and runs after Lestat who is rushing towards Erick and I. “Look out!” I scream. Quickly turning around, he grabs Austin by the arm, and plunges his hand through his chest. Austin screams out in agony before Lestat grabs his heart and rips it from his chest, and crushes it in his bare hands.

Austin’s body then grows limp and his eyes roll to the back of his head. “No! Erick yells before turning his anger on me. Grabbing him by the throat, I shake my head and tell him, “Earlier, I gave Austin mercy, and look what happened. I don’t want to kill you, but I will if I have to!” Kristen enters the room which is now trashed due to the fight between Austin and Lestat. “What in the world happened in here!” she yells. before any of us can get a word in she continues, “Never mind. Lestat….Brother, we’re supposed to be keeping the peace, not murdering others who ask to join us” she says as she places a hand on his shoulder. “Sister, these are the two lycan goons who held us hostage in their little hideaway. He broke a leg off of the chair to make a stake, and he tried to kill me. I didn’t have a choice but to kill him” Lestat explains. Pondering for a moment, she says, “I’m sorry brother, but you just leave me no choice.” Taking the dagger from her skirts, she plunges it into Lestat’s chest. His eyes widen before they close, and he falls to the floor.

Letting Erick go from my grasp, he falls to the floor with a big ‘THUD’. Pointing and shaking her scraggly index finger at me, she says, “ah, ah, ah. I can’t have you sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong. Now don’t be foolish. Run along and find Thatcher. I’m sure that king of yours would love to spend some time with you. I’ll take care of my dear brother.” “B-but you killed him, you self centered BITCH!”I shout in anger. “I’d watch your tongue if I were you! You may be stronger than these two fools, but you’re no match for me. I can rip you to shreds within a blink of an eye!” she says evilly. Within a flash, she’s standing in front of me, and she grabs me by the arms, getting me to my feet. Bringing me closer so that we’re face to face, she locks her eyes on mine. Her glowing red eyes widen as she compels me to leave the room. I try to fight off her compulsion, but it’s a big ole fail. She’s right, it’s a non-winning battle with her. No matter how hard I try I can’t fight off her compulsion. Giving a little nod, I agree to find Thatcher. Smiling sweetly she says, “Now that’s a good girl. run along while I clean up this mess.” Loosening her grip from my arms, I leave the room to find Thatcher. ‘Maybe finding Thatcher is a good thing. Maybe he can put an end to this mess, or maybe Logan can help. Logan! I had forgotten about my dear brother. He should be waking soon. If he’s the hybrid that Elizabeth was talking about, perhaps he can help’ I think to myself. Rushing up the stairs and into Lestat’s quarters, Logan’s still laying on the bed sound asleep. I really hate to wake him, but he might be my only hope!

Sitting next to Logan on the bed nudging him, I whisper, “Logan, I need you to get up now. I really need your help!” Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he asks where he is and how he got here. “You’re in Lestat’s quarters. His mother helped you before you were able to complete the change. Brother, I really need you to get up! Lestat’s in trouble and you might be the only one who can help me” I tell him. Sitting up and stretching before letting out a yawn, he says, “What’s going on and how can I help?” I then fill him in on what I had remembered about Austin and the lycan hideout, the fight, and what Kristen had done to Lestat. “I still don’t understand what you want me to do to help. I mean you saw what she did to me” he replies. “Logan, you’re a hybrid wolf! Stronger than both races. As long as you wear that ring, you will have more power than any of them. The moon is still full, and I have seen with my own eyes that you have power. With that kind of power….” I begin to explain, but once again am interrupted. “With that power comes responsibility. If you don’t know how to control it, alot of innocent people will die. Do you really want that kind of blood on your hands?” Elizabeth says as she enters the room. “Elizabeth….how is it that you always show up when there’s trouble?” I blurt out.

Smiling slightly she says, “You have always been my family. You took me in as one of your ladies when I had no where to go. I owe you my life for the kindness you and my son have shown me. Just because I’m not around much, doesn’t mean that I don’t know when you’re in trouble. You have seen what I’m capable of when we were in the forest. I have visions of those who are close to me if they should be in trouble. Logan can’t help you because he doesn’t know how to control the wolf side of him yet, however I can help you.” “You can help? Lestat is dead, how can you help?” I ask. “Oh pish-posh, he isn’t dead. Kristen sneaked in here while you and Lestat were out hunting, and stole that dagger that he had taken from one of Carolin’s guards, before the two of you escaped her castle. If you remove the dagger he will awaken, but you must be prepared. He’s gonna be pretty thirsty, not to mention pissed when he wakes up” Elizabeth informs. “I watched him die, there’s no way he can possibly be asleep” I reply. Elizabeth smiles slightly, “I can assure you that he is very much alive. Carolin had her witch put a spell on that dagger so it will only put him to sleep. I promise you, that if you pull out the dagger, he will wake up.” “Just how am I supposed to find him without Logan sniffing out his trail?” I ask. “Kristen isn’t stupid, she moved the body far beneath this castle. There are hidden tunnels throughout the keep. When Cade helped Thatcher rebuild the castle, he added the old with the new. In one of my visions, I saw Lestat being dragged through a wall in the basement. Perhaps there’s a hidden door down there, but he is still here. I can feel it! Thatcher lived here when he was just a boy, maybe he would know his way around” she replies. Hugging her tightly, I thank her before exiting the room to find Thatcher.

As I frantically search the castle for Thatcher, I hear him with someone in his chambers. Hesitantly, I give a gentle knock on the door. “Who is it?” he asks. “Thatcher, it’s Shelly. Can I come in?” I ask. “Just a minute” he replies. Momentarily, he slowly unlocks the door before opening it, and he invites me in. Glancing around the room, I notice two empty plates and a candle that lay on a nearby table with two wine glasses. Clearly indicating that he had company. A few moments of awkward silence spreads between us, and I can’t help but to think that his lady friend might still be here. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important” I tell him breaking silence. Clearing his throat he replies, “Yes. Well, is there something I can do for you?” “I need your help. Kristen took Lestat, and all I know is that he’s below the castle somewhere. You know this place better than anyone, are there any secret passages in the basement?” I ask. “Just what makes you so sure that I will help you find that creature!?” he asks frustratedly. “Because you’re a good man, and because he has helped you when I first turned into a vampire. Face it Thatcher, if it wasn’t for him, I would have killed you!” I say. “If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t be the creature you are now, and I would still have my wife!” he yells. “No, you’re right Thatcher, I wouldn’t be the creature I am now, because I would be dead right now!” I shout back.

As the two of us argue back and forth, a woman’s voice shouts, “Stop it! Both of you! Thatcher, what is wrong with you! This isn’t you! Clearly, she needs your help or she wouldn’t have come to you!” “And you are?” I ask folding my arms. “I’m Farah. Thatcher and I are good friends. In fact we have know each other since my family and I lived here in the castle before it fell” she explains. Turning to Thatcher she continues, “I have known you my entire life, and you have never acted like this. Surely this poor girl needs your help. The real you would do anything to help someone. Now go on and help her!” Pondering for a moment Thatcher says, “You’re right my dear. I will help her. We’ll carry on our conversation when I return.” Farah gives a warm smile before he kisses her on the cheek, and we exit the room. As we stroll along the castle corridors, Thatcher stops before feeling along one of the walls. “If I’m not mistaken, there’s a hidden passage here that leads to the basement” he says. “Wait. It looks like there’s a crack here in the paneling” I tell him. As I run my fingers in between the crevice of the wall, it makes a clicking sound, and the door swings open. Cobwebs fill the entrance as Thatcher holds his candle in the doorway. “Looks as if someone hasn’t been down this way in a long time. Stay close. We don’t know who or what could be down there” Thatcher says.

Closing my eyes, I follow Thatcher through the tunnels. The air smells damp and musty. A really good hiding spot for anyone who doesn’t wish to be found. Rounding the corner, we come to an old stone staircase. “This is the way. I’m surprised these old stairs are still here. We’re almost there now. C’mon and we’ll see if we can find him” Thatcher says. Grabbing hold of the railing, I follow him deep down below the castle. Away from the finely decorated rooms, away from the delicious smells of the kitchen, away from the servants and the maids. As we step off of the stairs and onto the platform, the cold gray walls of the basement now surround us. Cobwebs are caked in every corner, and the only sign of light comes from our candle. “Are you sure he’s down here? I mean there’s no sign that anyone has been down here for quite some time?” Thatcher questions. Shaking my head I reply, “I’m not exactly sure. All Elizabeth said was she saw someone dragging him through one of the tunnels in the basement.” Thatcher lets out a little sigh before saying, “If my memory serves me correctly, there’s another passage behind one of these old bookcases.” “Do you have any idea which shelf it would be?” I ask. Pondering for a brief moment, Thatcher replies, “I think it was this one!”

Thatcher approaches one of the shelves that contains a bust sculpture. He gives it a little twist, and a tiny shelf pops out of the side of the bookcase, revealing a lever. Thatcher gives it a tug, only to find that it’s jammed in it’s place. “Here, let me give it a try.” I tell him. “It’s no use, it’s stuck. You can’t open it” he says. Grabbing hold of the lever, I give it one big pull, and the wall swings open. “Well I stand outsmarted, once again by a vampire. Couldn’t you have at least made it look like you had a hard time opening the door?” Thatcher asks sarcastically. “I could have if I actually knew my strength. I’m still getting used to this whole vampire thing” I reply. Holding his candle up, we enter the tunnel. As we near the end of the cold, damp hall, we notice dim lights in the distance. Thatcher puts a finger up to his lips, motioning me to be quiet. I give a little nod, and lean against the wall as Thatcher pulls out his sword. “Shhh. It sounds like someone’s coming” we hear a raspy voice say. “Hello. Is anyone there?” another man’s voice calls out. “Ah forget it Noel. There’s no one there. You’re hearing things. I am getting a little hungry though. Can’t we go upstairs to get something to eat?” the man asks. “You heard Kristen. We’re supposed to stay here and not let her brother out of our site. You see what she did to him? Imagine what she would do to us if we disobeyed her orders. Here, have a couple of my cookies. It should at least take the edge off the hunger” Noel says. As Thatcher nears the archway, his toe hits a tiny rock, making it roll in the room with the other men. “You see, I told you someone is here!” Noel shouts. The men enter the tunnel, and they immediately put their hands up in defeat, as Thatcher points his sword towards them.

IWSG #1: Critique Partners/Beta Readers

The Insecure Writer’s Support Group convenes the first Wednesday of the month. Participants share their worries, insecurities, triumphs, hopes, and fears.

A little bit about me;

As most of you know, I started Twisted Fairytale 3 years ago on October 10, 2013. I love writing, but I do get discouraged easily. I have really great friends, who say I’m a really good writer, and they push me to keep going with this story. 

My love for writing began when I was in my first year of Middle School. Every Sunday, I would watch a TV series with my Grandmother called, Murder She Wrote, which really inspired me at a young age. I didn’t really think I had it in me to possibly make up a really good story, and consider the possibility of it becoming a book. 

Then, the comments started rolling in. The more feedback I get, the more excited and focused I get about writing. I love to see my readers thoughts and favorite parts of the chapters. They really encourage me to keep going. This is my very first story, which is getting close to the end on my blog. As soon as it’s finished, there will not be any pictures and it will go further into detail. Sorry readers, you will just simply have to use your imagination lol. 

I did in fact start this story to just pass the time, and do something fun and creative. I never expected it to take off or be as long as it is. I really have enjoyed writing it, and hope it will do even better when it’s published. As of right now, I’m working on Chapter – 70 on my blog, but obviously there won’t be as many chapters when the pictures are taken out. 

I’m a stay at home wife/mother of 5 girls, one of which graduated high school. Where do I find the time to write you ask. Daytime is really bad for me, just simply because it’s too busy, and too much is always going on that I just don’t have the time. I normally find myself writing late at night when the house is sound asleep. Then there’s plenty of quiet time for not just writing, but to think of plots and twists for my book. Enough about that though. 

This month, the IWSG question is:

What is your favorite aspect of being a writer?

As a fictional writer, I love the fact that my mind can take me to places I have never been. Whether it be to a fictional castle, such as the human realm of Blue Haven, or maybe a vampire castle like Carolin’s. I get to bring all magical characters to life on paper, and I love every minute of it. Getting to bring my world and characters to life feels great.

Thanks for reading and showing your support.

                                                         -Lisa

Chapter – 69

A shadowy silhouette slowly emerges from the bushes, and fear-stricken, I firmly wrap my arms around Lestat. Thinking this could possibly be a hunter, Lestat draws out his long sharp nails and demands, “We know you’re there, show yourself!” The figure stretches it’s arms out, signaling defeat, and slowly approaches us. As it draws nearer, we can make out the shadow figure to be a long haired woman, who says, “Please, don’t shoot! You don’t need to fear me. T’is I, Elizabeth.” Lestat lets out a little sigh of relief, and I loosen my grip from him before he says, “Elizabeth, what are you doing out here, and all alone?” Standing before us, she replies, “I had a vision that you needed my help, and well, who am I to refuse to help you. I know we had a spat back at the castle, but I would never turn my back on you.” Lestat and I glance at one another and I reply, “All do respect, it’s only the two of us out here. We came here to bury my brother, we don’t need any help.” Before Elizabeth has the chance to reply, the sounds of someone groaning in pain in the distance continues. Gently tugging on Lestat’s coat, I whisper, “Do you smell that?” Taking a deep breath of the forest air, Lestat replies, “Blood?” Looking around to see where the delicious scent is coming from, Lestat notices Logan’s body missing. Within a flash, I take off through the forest, following the sweet aroma that fills the air, with Lestat right on my heels. “Shelly! Shel…WAIT!” he shouts. Ignoring him, I keep running, until I come face to face with my brother, who is leaning down by the creek, wetting down a piece of ripped cloth. “Logan! I-I thought you were-” I begin, but Logan quickly interjects. “Dead? Yeah I kind of figured that out when I woke up to you two digging a hole in the middle of nowhere. As you can see for yourself, I’m far from dead!” he says angrily.

As Elizabeth and Lestat catch up to us, Lestat stands, mouth agape at the site of Logan. Letting out a little sigh, I reply, “We didn’t know you were alive, or that wouldn’t have happened. Just how is it that you’re still here….with us? I saw Kristen snap your neck back at the castle. There’s no way anyone could possibly survive that, not even if you’re half faery.” Elizabeth glances down at the ring on Logan’s hand, which contains the family crest, “I think I may have an idea of how this has happened. May I see your ring?” “Father gave it to me after I came back from one of my hunting trips before I turned the age of sixteen. He said to never take it off, because it would keep me safe from harm, but sure you can see it” Logan replies and hands her his ring. Elizabeth closes her eyes and begins chanting something in old Latin before saying, “The amulet in this ring has been bonded to you by the enchantress of Stone Ridge. It keeps you safe against other supernatural beings by bringing you back to life as long as you are wearing it, and to keep you from turning on the full moon if you chose not to. However, if you should die of natural causes, or by the hands of a non-supernatural, then it doesn’t contain the power to bring you back.” “So since Kristen is a supernatural who killed him, it was able to bring him back?” I question. Elizabeth gives a little nod before continuing, “Yes, but there’s also something else…something dark. He is not the hybrid you all think he is, but he is indeed a hybrid.” “Ok. Back up one second. He’s not the hybrid we think he is, but he is a hybrid…what in the world is that supposed to mean?” Lestat inquires. Turning to Logan, Elizabeth opens her eyes and smiles slightly, “You are not a vampire hybrid, but a wolf. I have seen the memories of this enchantress, and it is she who is your mother, not the Queen of Stone Ridge. This ring that you have, it binds only to you.”

“That’s not possible! I was with my mother through my whole childhood. I would know if she was an impostor!” he yells. Shaking my head, “I was with her during her whole pregnancy, I would have known as well. I was home the day my father took her to the midwife when she was about to give birth. I have to agree with Logan on this one. This is truly impossible!” Elizabeth smiles sweetly, “I know this is alot to take in, but it’s not impossible deary. You see, your mother’s child was stillborn. With the enchantress having her child on the day after your mother, your father struck a deal with her. She could still reside in the castle and see Logan everyday, with the condition that he and his queen raise him as their own. If she refused, she would be exiled from the kingdom, or even worse, she would be hanged for witchcraft. Needless to say, the enchantress was more than willing to accept the offer.” Taking all of this new information in, the evening breeze softly blows through my hair. I can’t help but to look up at the starry night sky as the clouds uncover the beautiful moon at it’s fullest. ‘Oh gosh! The moon!’ I think to myself. Glancing over at Logan, who’s eyes have turned a fire green color.

Gasping, I tug on Lestat’s coat, and point over to Logan who is turning into his wolf form. Groaning in pain, he yells, “What’s happening to me!? Please make it stop! I can’t take it anymore!” Turning to Logan, Elizabeth focuses just on him, and again begins chanting. Within a few moments, Logan slowly returns to his normal human form, and rolls onto his side. He then falls into a deep sleep, and the muscles in his body begin to relax. Running over to him, she gently lifts his eyelids to find they have turned back to their natural blue color. Placing the ring back onto his finger she instructs, “You need to get him back to the castle, and make sure that no one see’s you.” Lestat gives a little nod, before picking Logan up, and gently puts him over his shoulder. Elizabeth then follows us to the carriage, where we thank her and offer her a ride. “No need dearies, I’ll get to my cottage within a flick of my wrist,” she replies. Elizabeth closes her eyes, and within just a few seconds, a bright yellow light with blue lightening bolts appears over her, before altogether disappearing. A look of confusion spreads across my face, before Lestat says, “It’s just a way that she gets where she needs to go. Witches gave up on brooms more than a hundred ago.” I shrug my shoulders, before Lestat helps me into the carriage, and jumps into the drivers seat, and we head for the castle.

Upon reaching the castle, Lestat says that it’s a good idea to let Logan stay in his room so Kristen doesn’t find him. I give a nod in agreement, before he takes him up stairs and gently places him on the bed. Considering all is calm inside of the castle for once, I decide it would be nice to just go to my chambers and sit with a good book. Rounding the corner on the second floor as I head to the library, I bump right into Thatcher. “MPH! Majesty! I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you coming. I’m just so tired, and I need to relax.” I tell him. “No need to worry my dear. I was actually looking for you. I heard about what that mad woman did to your brother, and I know it may be a little soon, but I was wondering if you have any funeral plans for him?” he asks. Running my fingers through my hair I reply, “Well…actually I do. I’m sending his body back to Stone Ridge where he can be properly buried next to my parents.” “Alright, well I do want to say that I’m sorry for your loss, and if you need anything, just let me know. I’ll do my best to help in any way I can.” he tells me. Before I can reply, I’m hit with a splitting headache that brings me to my knees. “Darling, are you alright?” he asks as he helps me to my feet. Bracing myself against him I reply, “Yes, just help me to my chambers. I have been getting alot of these headaches recently. They just come from no where, and I find that if I just lay down and sleep for a bit, they go away just as fast as they came.” He gives a nod in agreement, and puts his arms around me, and takes me to my room.

A little while later, down in the foyer, Kristen’s guards inform her of two male lycans who want to join forces with her. “By all means, show them in, but don’t you dare leave me alone with them! You know how these animals can be!” Kristen tells them. Giving a little bow, the guards reply before leaving the room, “Yes, Majesty. We’ll be with you the whole time.” Within a few moments, the guards return to the foyer, before saying, “Announcing, Austin Jones, and Erick Draven.” “Majesty, my best friend and I have grown tiresome of that Dragon Valley’s queen giving empty promises. Sure she gave us the moon rings that she promised, but she also promised she would give us a royal tittle for being the most loyal to her, but she didn’t keep her word. We would be most honored, if you would allow us to leave her kingdom, and join forces with you.” Austin says. Kristen smiles sweetly, “I would be honored to have you here, but on one condition.” “Yes! Anything Majesty! You just name it, and we’ll do it!” Erick blurts out. “There will be no biting or feeding from any of the vampires or villagers in this kingdom. If I find out that you have been committing such a crime, you will be beheaded for treason! Do I make myself clear?” Kristen continues. “Yes Majesty, you make yourself very clear. No need to worry about us, we will follow your rules” Austin replies. “Very well then. You can stay in one of the rooms downstairs. My guards will show you to your rooms” Kristen replies. Giving a bow, they thank her, before the guards show them to their room.

The following morning, as the sun beams through my bedroom windows, the burning rays graze my skin, and I scream out in pain. My two guards, Caleb and Lorenzo rush into the room where they find me leaning against the wall, away from the suns harmful rays. “Majesty! Are you alright?” Jeremy asks. Trembling, I reply “Lestat! Get my husband please!” Concerned, Caleb says, “It’s alright Majesty. Lorenzo and I will find him.” As they turn to rush out of the room to search for him, Lestat bumps right into them. “Can’t you two nitwits watch where you’re going!?” he shouts before rushing to my side. “Sorry Majesty, we were just leaving to find you” Caleb replies. Lestat runs his fingers through my hair, “It’s alright sweetheart, I’m here now. I heard you scream from down the hall. What happened?” Catching my breath, and calming down a bit, I reply, “I must have forgotten to close the drapes last night before going to bed. Clumsy of me really. You would think that I would think of these things ahead of time….at least until your friend makes the sunlight amulet for me.” Looking at me apologetically, Lestat replies, “Darling I’m so sorry. I meant to give this to you last night, but after everything that happened with your brother I completely forgot! Elizabeth made the sunlight amulet for you. It will protect you from the sun.” Lestat tells me. Quickly closing the curtains, he turns to me, holding out a necklace, with a beautiful deep blue amulet on it, and he asks, “May I?” Smiling sweetly I tell him that he may, and turn around for him to place the necklace around my neck.

Staring in awe, Caleb’s attention is torn away from us as Lorenzo elbows him in the stomach. Caleb lets out a little groan before whispering, “What the hell was that for?” Instead of Lorenzo answering a stupid question, he grabs a fist full of Caleb’s hair, and leads him out of the room before saying, “You know bloody well what that was for! You can’t think of her Majesty in that way, or you will be hanged!” Rubbing his abdomen, Caleb replies, “But brother, I wasn’t….I didn’t mean any harm. I was just thinking why we can’t find the sort of love that those two share.” Lorenzo shakes his head, “The love of a woman would be nice, but we are guards, we don’t have time for that nonsense. We’re here to do our duty and protect the royals, not find ourselves in another’s arms. Besides, she’s not in love with him. Everyone knows the story of those two, and Lestat is not who she truly loves….at least not anymore. Now cm’on, we still have to perform our daily patrol outside.” Caleb gives a little nod, and the two of them head downstairs.

Meanwhile in the throne room, as Thatcher’s performing his court duties, the trumpets blare Blue Haven’s royal fanfare. “Announcing Nerissa Riptide. She wishes to see you Majesty. She says she’s traveled from Brendlewood, and that you know her.” “Yes, I know her. Please send her in” Thatcher replies. The guard bows before exiting the room, and quickly returns with Nerissa and exits the room once again. Upon approaching Thatcher, she winces as she gives a little curtsy, “Majesty, I have some grave news. On my way here, there was a messenger who was searching for Brendlewood, but was unable to discover the kingdom. He said he was from Blue Haven, and had a very important message for Cade. So I offered to take him to Brendlewood. After hours of searching, I found that I too was unable to locate the castle grounds. It wasn’t long after we began heading to Blue Haven, that we were attacked by a pack of lycans. I was lucky enough to escape with a few bruises, but as for poor messenger Adam….I’m afraid he wasn’t so lucky. I’m not sure, but I think Carolin or maybe one of her goons put a spell on Brendlewood, so that no one can find it. I do hope Shelly is out of harms way. Can I see her?” Taking in all of the information Nerissa had just gave him, Thatcher replies, “Yes, well Carolin needs to be dealt with and fast! We found Juliana, but I’m afraid Carolin’s witch has her in a tower of the castle, which has a some kind of shield around the room so no one can enter. We have a friend who is also a witch, but she isn’t powerful enough to take the shield down. As for Shelly, she’s here, but you mustn’t try to talk to her right now. She’s no longer a faery. I’m afraid she has became one of the creatures that I have hated my entire life. I’m just not so sure I can be with her anymore.”

Nerissa frowns before replying, “Oh my! That is dreadful news! Majesty, if you don’t mind me asking, how is she taking the two of you being apart? Surely she’s depressed from not being able to be with you.” “Nerissa, you’re among friends here, please call me Thatcher” he tells her before explaining everything that has happened. Suddenly, the double doors of the throne room fly open as two guards rush into the room, before giving a little bow. “Sorry for the intrusion Majesty, but the village is under attack! I’m afraid it’s over run by lycans” one of the guards manages to get out, “Carolin! Nerissa, I need you to gather Melina and Tristan, and stay with the baby. I can’t take any chances on Carolin’s goons attacking the castle and killing my son!” Thatcher says. She gives a little nod and heads out to find the others before Thatcher turns his attention back to the guards. “As for the two of you, quickly gather the best men that we have. We need to clear the village of this evil, and take care of the villagers who have been bitten!” Thatcher demands. The guards bow and rush out of the room as Thatcher heads to his chambers to prepare for his journey to the village. Moments after reaching his chambers, Thatcher’s armored up and heads out to the barn to meet his men, and ready his horse.

As Thatcher arrives in the barn, his eyes widen in surprise, for the guards were able to gather a total of fifty men, who were more than willing to help the poor villagers of Blue Haven. Each of the men give a little bow as they notice their king standing before them. Smiling widely Thatcher says, “You may rise. Thank you all for coming here tonight. Each and every one of you will be gaining a new royal tittle for your bravery against the lycans. I know most of you are afraid that you may not return to your families, but my fellow men, this is your time to shine against this evil. It is an honor to fight with you by my side against these foul beasts, who think they can come to our land and take whatever they want! Are we really going to let them have our homes, our families, our children, or are we going to fight back and claim what’s ours! I say no way! This is our home, and we aren’t going anywhere! Who’s with me!” The men go wild and cheer “Here, here! We’re all with you till the very end Majesty!” “Then lets saddle up and show them we aren’t afraid, and get them out of our home land!” Thatcher says as he raises his sword. The men all cheer, as Thatcher ready’s his horse, and they ride off towards the village.

The horses run along down the winding path towards the village. Lightening emerges from the clouds, and loud claps of thunder follow not far behind. Within moments, the winds pick up, and the rain begins to fall. A few drops fall onto Thatcher’s head before he calls out, “There’s a storm brewing. We need to get there as fast as we can, before it gets any worse out here!” “I agree Majesty. We’re almost there, not much further now!” General Archer replies. “Look, dead ahead!” Archer continues as he points to a pack of lycans running after a few of the of the villagers. Thatcher gives a thumbs up, before commanding his horse to gallop faster. Arriving in front of one of the cottages, Thatcher and his men command their horses to come to a halt, and they dismount their horses. The men follow Thatcher, swords at ready, awaiting word from their king as the make way into the village. Several villager bodies are thrown about the village, blood splattered on almost all of the cottages and shops. Innocent women and children have been slaughtered on this very night. A farmer lays in one of the horse troughs, with a huge hole in his chest. Thatcher puts a finger to his mouth, signaling the men to keep quiet as they noiselessly move through the village. Suddenly a villager crying out for help breaks the silence, and Thatcher gives the signal to round the corner of the shop. “Please, someone help me!” a female villager cries out. “There’s no one here to help you. Scream all you want” one of the lycans growls.

General Archer aims his bow at the lycan’s leg, before taking a deep breath and releasing his arrow. The arrow soars through the air before puncturing the thigh of the lycan. Howling out in pain, he lets the woman fall to the ground, before she runs towards the men who are accompanying the king. Running round the corner where Thatcher stands, not noticing him standing there, he covers her mouth so she doesn’t make a sound. The woman tries to scream before Thatcher says softly, “Shhhh. Don’t scream. I have brought some men to help you and the rest of the villagers.” She gives a quick nod in agreement before turning to face her savior. Her eyes widen in shock for her king stands before her. Giving a little curtsy, she whispers, “Majesty! I-I had no idea it was you who was grabbing me. I’m so sorry.” Almost falling to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably, Thatcher catches her, “My father…oh god my father. The one who had grabbed me, jabbed his claws into his chest and tore his heart out. When he heard me scream, They threw him into the horses trough, and then went after me. Almost everyone here is dead. Most had gotten away, but there aren’t many of us left. I’m afraid that whoever was left has either been wounded or murdered. I-I don’t know what we would do if you hadn’t come to save us!” Thatcher really feels bad for this woman, as this only brings back the painful memories of the day he had lost his parents to the lycans. Hugging her tightly he says, “There, there now Miss Hamilton. Try to calm down. Take long deep breaths.” he tells her rubbing her back soothingly.

Quickly approaching Thatcher, General Archer says, “My lord, I’m afraid that we have a problem. The lycans know that we’re here, and we need to act fast. They’re searching all of the cottages and markets.” “Alright, Miss Hamilton, here’s what I need you to do. Hide in that bail of hay behind us, and we’ll come and get you when we have cleared out the village.” Thatcher instructs her. Breaking their embrace, she gives a little nod, and hides just as Thatcher had instructed her to do. “What’s the plan Majesty?” General Archer asks. “I think we need to spread out and surround them, rushing towards them in a group would be an epic fail. When I give the signal, you know what to do. Archer, I want you on one of the rooftops where you can get a clean shot. As for the rest of you, spread out and catch them off guard.” Thatcher replies. The men all agree on the plan, and go to their positions as their king has instructed. “I know you mere humans are here, we can smell you” the alpha male calls out as the other lycans begin to smash through some of the smaller cottages, looking for the men. A female lycan emerges from one of the cottages and says, “All of the cottages are empty Seth. There aren’t any villagers left. Do we head for the castle?” Standing proud, the alpha male Seth says, “Her Majesty did say to get rid of the village first, then take over the castle, and kill the king’s first born son. Burn the buildings down, then we’ll make way to the castle.”

“Over my dead body!” Thatcher calls out as he steps out from behind one of the cottages. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the king himself. I know you didn’t come alone, no one would be that stupid. Over your dead body you say? That can be arranged, or we can take you hostage, and make you watch your only son bleed out!” Turning to his fellow lycans as they emerge from the buildings, Seth growls, “Don’t just stand there, go get HIM!” Three of Seth’s lycan’s run towards Thatcher as General Archer jumps down from one of the rooftops, slicing off one of their heads. The other two lycans stop dead in their tracks as a couple of rocks hit them in the back of their heads. Turning around to see what may have hit them, they can’t help but notice the forty-nine men who are now surrounding them. Giving a little shrug, the lycans put their hands above their heads in defeat. All but Seth that is. “What are you idiots doing!? Change into your wolf form, and get out there and fight! We’re stronger than these pathetic humans!” Seth snarls. “If you think we’re going to go through the pain of changing, you can forget it Seth! Can’t you see that we’re out numbered? There are only twenty of us, and fifty-one of them. Face it Seth, Carolin set us up to fail! She never wanted us to reach the castle!” the female lycan says. Thatcher turns to General Archer and says, “We have to head back to the castle! This was a decoy! Carolin sent her real army to the castle to kill my son!” “Then we must leave now, but My Lord, what shall we do with the foul beasts? Sir Thomas Archer asks. Thatcher then commands half of the men to stick together, and take care of the wounded and kill the beasts, while the General and half of the other men accompany him and Miss Hamilton back to the castle.

A few hours later, Lestat and I decide to head down to the kitchen to get some lunch before almost bumping into Austin and Erick. “That’s just what this castle needs, is more vampire filth” Erick mumbles under his breath. Lestat’s mood instantly changes from good to annoyed before yelling, “I heard that!” “You gonna do something about it filth!?” Erick says clenching his fists and getting in Lestat’s face. Lestat shows his fangs before replying, “I’ll show you filth!” Getting in between the two and facing Erick, I yell, “I don’t know what your problem is or why you’re looking for a fight, but I think that it’s best that you be on your way.” Glancing up at me, Austin says, “Shel…is that you?” Austin?” I question. “Yeah it’s me. Look I just wanna say” he begins but I quickly interject with a hard slap to his face. “You don’t need tell me anything! You killed my mother right before my eyes, and Erick tried to rape me. I don’t know exactly what happened when you disappeared that night in Midnight Hallow, nor do I care. Frankly I stopped caring about the two of you a long damn time ago!” I shout and storm up the stairs with Lestat right behind me. “Shel wait…. Shelly please stop and talk to me” Lestat pleads as he grabs my arm. “You know what they’re capable of, but yet you were gonna fight him. Don’t you understand that if he were to bite you that you would die? I won’t have you dying on my watch!” I yell and continue down the hall, before Austin catches up to us. “Look Shel… I’m sorry. I don’t know what else I can tell you other than I was desperate to get my hands on a moon ring. We needed your blood to have the moon rings made. You don’t understand how painful it is to have to go through the change until you experience it yourself” he tells me as he places his hand on my shoulder.

Giving a pure look of disgust, I gently grab his fingers with my fingertips, and remove his grimy hand from my shoulder, and turn and glare at him as if he were some sort of bug that needed to be squished. “Didn’t the lady tell you to leave her alone!? Lestat buds in, but I tell him that I can handle it. Lifting his hands above his shoulders, Lestat backs off. “Don’t you ever put your hands on me again! Your words have no meaning to me. Once upon a time I would have cared about what you had to say, but not anymore! Now get out of here before I find a rolled up newspaper!” I yell before turning to leave him standing there. Grabbing me by the arm he says, “Please Shel… I need you to accept my apology. I truly am sorry.” Rage floods over every emotion I have managed to bottle up since I laid my eyes on him downstairs. “Didn’t I tell you not to put your hands on me again!?” I yell and show my fangs as I grab him by the throat choking him. “Darling, c’mon. Let him go. I think he’s got the point” Lestat pleads. Looking into Austin’s eyes as he gasps for air, I tell him coldly, “I should just kill you for everything you have done, not just to me but countless others as well. You know you’re weak compared to me. I used to be the puny weak one that you thought you could have your way with, but not anymore! You know, it wouldn’t take much to kill you, right here, right now, but instead I’ll let you have your pathetic life. Just think, I may have given you your life, but mark my words, you will die in this war! I’ll personally make sure of it!” As I let him fall to the floor with a loud “THUD” the splitting headache that brought me to my knees last night returns in full throttle. Screaming out in agony, I almost fall to the floor before Lestat catches me. “What is it darling? Are you alright?” Lestat asks worriedly. Before I’m able to reply, more flashbacks come rolling in as I lay in his arms.

In one of these flashbacks, Austin enters the room where Shelly was being kept hostage, and takes her into a horrifying room. Blood splattered all over a torture table, and a stand alone chair sits in the middle of the floor with past victims blood dripping from it. Her eyes followed Austin, as he walked further across the room, to a man who she recognized right away. Lestat sat on the floor with his arms bound behind his back wearing a blindfold. As she called out Lestat’s name and tried to run to him, Austin shot her an ‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you’ look. She remembers pleading with Austin to let her husband go. Instead of listening to her, Austin walked over to Lestat and bit him in the neck, and threw him back onto the floor like he was a rag doll. Suddenly Lestat’s very own words come to mind, “Run to Brendlewood Shelly, run and don’t look back.” ‘Brendlewood? I’ve heard that name before, but from where?’ I think to myself.

As that memory passes, another takes it’s place. It was after Austin had taken Shelly back to that room she was in, before he took her to see Lestat. They had an argument and he slapped her before shoving her down to the floor, and forced himself on her. As the memories of that dreadful place come back to her, she’s reminded of all the pain and agony she went through. Countless times Erick and Austin raped her and drank her blood, each of them taking their turn. Lestat was turned into one of them, but she was eventually able to have time alone with him, and get the key for the bedroom door to escape. Most of all she remembers Austin getting her pregnant, and she gave birth to little Dimitri while she was on the run from that horrible place. Sadly, she had the little prince too soon, and he passed away the following day. The last thing she can recall from the forest, is crying out for help as blood trickled down her leg, before blacking out. Everything else before then is still a blur. ‘I don’t know how I survived, but someone surely helped me. The question is who?’ I think to myself. Looking up at Lestat, I loosen my grip from his coat. “Sweetheart are you alright?” he asks. “I think so, but more memories have came back to me. Speaking of memories! Is our son the only child that we share? I’m asking you because when I was taking a bath the other night, I had some flashbacks, and one of them consisted of me giving birth to triplets, two boys and a girl. I believe their names were Rohan, Arthur, and Melina. I wanted to ask you before Carolin’s guards brought my brother in. Lestat’s smile turns to a frown before saying, “There’s alot of things that I need to tell you, but I’m afraid you lost your memory before coming here for safety. If I were to tell you all of those things now, you will get confused, and it could make you very angry, and I don’t want anyone to get hurt.” Austin stands up, rubbing his neck before quickly leaving the halls, clearly hearing everything I had just told Lestat.

What was that all about?” Lestat wonders. “I think it has something to do with me getting my memories back” I reply. Lestat helps me to my feet before asking, “What would him running off have to do with that?” “I remember everything that happened when we were taken to the lycan’s sanctum, and he better hope that I don’t get my hands on him, because the next time I will kill him!” “Listen, Shel….what he did to us was horrible. I didn’t think that we would ever get out of there, and it only got worse when they turned me into one of those….things. Look, we never really talked about what happened while we were there. Did they hurt you?” Lestat asks. A few moments of silence spreads between us, before placing his hands on my shoulders and soothingly says, “Darling, you don’t have to be afraid to tell me. We’ve always been able to tell each other anything. If you’re afraid that I’ll think any less of you, I won’t. I promise.” Closing my eyes I take in a deep breath, and reluctantly tell him everything that happened when the lycans took us hostage. Lestat furrows his brows in anger, before shouting, “I’m gonna kill him! No man or animal is gonna put his hands on my wife and get away with it!” As Lestat turns to storm off to find Austin, I quickly grab him by the hand and he turns to face me. I place my arms around him in a tight hug before saying, “Darling, just let it go. It happened a long time ago. Let the past be left in the past. There’s no point in dragging all of this up again.” Lestat lets out a sigh before breaking from our embrace, “I’m sorry, but I can’t let this go! He’s gotten away with it for far too long! What if he had taken advantage of Melina? Would you be so calm then? I think not! You would want to kill the bastard, which is exactly what I’m going to do!” In a fit of rage, Lestat storms down the hall as I call out for him, but he doesn’t respond and heads downstairs. 

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2. I love killer wales and dogs.

3. My favorite book series is The Morganville Vampires

4. Music is good for the soul. I don’t really have any favorites. I like everything but classical. 

5.My favorite color is blue.

6. I’ve loved to write since I was in middle school, just never really thought I was any good at it, until I decided to start Twisted Fairytale.

7. some of my favorite tv series are:: Beverly Hills 90210, Melrose Place, The Originals, The Vampire Diaries, and Beauty and The beast.



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2. Krysis

Chapter – 68

A few hours later in the queen’s chambers, Thatcher sits with Shelly as she lays lifeless on her bed. “Oh darling, won’t you come back to me. I don’t like the idea of you becoming one of the creatures I have hated for so long, but I’m sure I can find a way to cope. I love you more than anything in the world, and your children need you,” he tells her softly. “Giving a gentle knock before entering, Lestat enters the room. “Majesty, I’m not so sure it’s a good idea for you to be in here. I told you when she wakes, she will be in transition. As a new vampire, she’ll have a hunger for blood she won’t be able to control. I might be able to hold her off from hurting you, but I won’t be able to hold her off for long,” Lestat warns. “I’m sure she won’t hurt me. The Shelly I know is kind, loving, and caring. She couldn’t hurt anyone even if she wanted to,” Thatcher replies. “All due respect, you’re not listening. The Shelly you know is gone. She will be completely different. Every emotion, every feeling she has had will be heightened. Unless I teach her how to control it, she won’t be able to control not just her hunger, but her feelings and strength as well. Yes, she was a hybrid before, but being a hybrid is different from being a true vampire,” Lestat explains. “Just how is that different when she was half vampire before?” Thatcher asks. “As a hybrid, she could control her needs and feelings, and she didn’t crave for blood. She took after her mother, The Queen of Stoneridge who was a faerie. Now I don’t know how it happened, but somehow when the enchantress of Brendlewood healed her, she took away the vampire part of her, which makes me believe that there is a cure out there. One that Carolin couldn’t find” Lestat explains. Thatcher jumps up from his seat before saying, “Then I must send word to Tulip, she will know what to do!” Lestat shakes his head, “Tulip isn’t the enchantress who healed Shelly. It was the former Queen of Brendlewood, Cirrus who healed her, and only she alone would know the spell she used. Perhaps you should send word to her instead?” Thatcher runs his fingers through his hair, “Sadly your sister and her little witch friend Thistle, killed our dear friend Cirrus. There is no way to send word to her now.” Lestat sighs before saying, “Well there has to be someone in that kingdom who knows something of the spell she used! I’ll send for my mother, perhaps she will know of the spell we seek,” Lestat tells him. Thatcher gives a little nod before the two exit the room.

 

The following morning….

I blink my baby blue eyes open for the first time in twenty-four hours. As I look over to the chair by my bed, I notice a very worried strange man sitting there holding my hand with Lestat standing next to him. “W-what’s going on? Where am I? Oh my gosh, the baby! Please tell me that our son is alright!” I cry out as I quickly pull my hand out of his and try to sit up. “Whoa, whoa now, take it easy, the baby is just fine,” The stranger says soothingly. “Just who are you!? I ask confusingly. Lestat sits next to me on the bed. He takes my hand into his before saying, “It’s ok, he’s a friend who has been worried about you.” “W-why don’t I remember him if he’s a friend?” I ask. Before Lestat can say another word, I gently place my face into the palms of my hands before saying, “I feel like my insides are on fire, and I have this terrible burning hunger. What’s happening to me? Why am I so hungry?” Gently moving Thatcher to the side Lestat replies, “You lost your faerie light on our way here from Dragon Valley. It wasn’t long after we entered the castle that your contractions returned. The Midwife did all she could do for you, but your injuries were worse than anyone knew. You would have died if I hadn’t fed you some of my blood.” “In fact, I begged him to. Our boy needs his mother, and I couldn’t bare to lose you. At least this way, our son will still have you, and I will still have my queen to rule beside me,” Thatcher interjects. “Our son!? He’s not your son! Lestat, tell him- tell him he’s not the father of our child!” I demand. 

 

Pulling Thatcher off to the side, Lestat informs him that he needs to watch what he says in front of Shelly. “Majesty, stop and think about what you’re doing! You know that she won’t be able to handle you telling her about your past together, and trust me, the last thing you want is to confuse her.” Lestat explains. “So am I just supposed to sit back and watch the two of you together!? Or perhaps maybe I’m supposed to listen to you call her darling or sweetheart! Maybe I’m supposed to let her go and be happy with the very monster who did this to her to begin with!” Thatcher yells. Lestat grabs Thatcher by the shirt, jerking him out into the hall and closes the door behind them, “Have you gone mad!? If you confuse her, this will only turn out badly for you in the end. You can’t do that to her and expect her to remain calm. If you confuse her it will make her angry.” Thatcher gives a little nod, before shakily returning to his chair in the room, and Lestat sits back on the bed next to me. “Darling, there’s something I need to tell you….something important. While you were asleep you gave birth to Elijah, and then Kristen stabbed you in the heart with her dagger while you had vampire blood in your system.” “Oh my God! Am I- Does this mean- Am I dead?” I ask stammering over my words. Lestat hangs his head down, knowing that I don’t want this kind of lifestyle for myself nor for our son. Turning to Lestat Thatcher questions, “Maybe there’s something you can do! You said your friend’s a witch, maybe there’s something she can do to help her?” Lestat sighs before turning to Thatcher and replying, “There’s nothing she can do.” “Darling, the only thing that will help you now, is to feed and complete the transition. If you don’t feed, you will die,” Lestat explains. “No! There has to be something someone can do!” I say in shock. “Shelly, you and I both know the way this goes, you either feed or you die. There is no way out of this and you know that,” Lestat points out. “You still haven’t answered my other question. “I want to see our son! Can I see him now?” I ask. “I think you better wait on that Shelly. We can’t risk on your hunger growing stronger and you wanting to feed on him. I think it’s best that I take you into the forest and teach you how to feed on animals first. Once you have your hunger under control, you can see him” Lestat replies. “I think you’re right, and I am so very hungry,” I reply and lunge at Thatcher. Before I can get my hands on him, in a flash Lestat pushes Thatcher out of the way and grabs my arms. “I think it’s best that you stay away from her as well. We don’t want the baby to lose his godfather to the hands of his mother,” Lestat yells. Thatcher gives a little nod and shakily rushes out of the room to be with his son. 

Turning his attention towards me, Lestat asks, “Are you ok? I mean how are you feeling?” Guilt washes over me as a tear escapes my eye, “I-I can’t do this! I almost killed him! I refuse to feed and turn into a monster like….like-” “Like me? Shelly, I can help you. I can teach you how to control the hunger. Please let me help you,” Lestat pleas. As tears stream down my cheeks, I reply, “What if I can’t control myself? What if I hurt someone, such as Thatcher, or our baby? I would never be able to forgive myself.” “You can control it, and you must! Not just for me, but our baby as well,” Lestat tells me. Hugging Lestat tightly, I give a little nod and tell him that I will try to control it and let him  teach me how to feed on animals instead of people. “Shelly, I love you, and I promise not to let you get out of control. You have people here who are your friends, and who care about you. You need to gain control before you are able to see the people who love you most. I know you can do it, you just have to want it bad enough. I’ll let you get showered and cleaned up before we head out to the forest” he tells me as he kisses me on the cheek before heading out of the room.

After I have taken my bath and slip on my chemise, I exit the bathroom to hear a knock at the bedroom door. “Who is it?” I call out. “It’s Lady Regina dear. I’ve come to help you dress just as her majesty has instructed,” Regina replies. “Please come in” I tell her as I open the door. She smiles sweetly and enters the room. She then helps me slip into my gown, and asks me to grab onto one of the bedposts so she can tighten the laces on the back. Turning towards the bed, I grab onto one of it’s posts and she begins to lace my dress before saying, “I’m glad to see you’re doing well. You had us all worried that you wouldn’t make it. Thatcher sure does adore you. He wouldn’t leave your side the whole entire time. I’m just surprised how he and Lestat bonded considering the circumstances.” Turning to face her I say confusingly, “It doesn’t matter if he adores me or not! I am a married woman, and he needs to back the hell off!” Pondering for a moment, I continue, “Just what circumstances are you talking about!?” A few moments of awkward silence spreads between us, and I can hear her heart racing as if she’s afraid that she said to much. “I-I just meant-” she begins before bolting for the door. In a flash I’m standing in front of the door before she can even get within arms reach of the door knob. “I-I’m sorry-I didn’t mean to- I shouldn’t have said anything” she tells me stammering over her very own words. “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to know what circumstances you were talking about” I tell her kindly. “Well, I just meant that with Thatcher being your husband, one would think he wouldn’t be alright with the very idea of you spending so much time with your ex-husband” she replies. “What!? My ex-husband? No…I think you are mistaken. Lestat and I are still married, and still very much in love” I explain. Shaking my index finger at her, I continue, “You know for just a lady in waiting, you sure seem to think you know alot about me. In fact you know I could have you exiled from the kingdom for this!?” I pause for a moment as I hear Regina’s heart beating rapidly again, and I can hear the delicious red liquid rushing through her veins. Rage floods over every emotion I feel at this very moment, and everything within me is telling me to feed on her. “I-I…No- I-I can’t!” I cry out. “Majesty, are you alright?” Regina asks worriedly. Just looking at her makes me angry, and I’m able to fight off the need to feed. Instead I let the rage take over me, and I plunge my hand through her chest and rip her heart out. Dropping her heart to the floor, and realizing what I had done, I begin to panic and guilt washes over me. ‘What if this girl had a family who would surely come looking for her? What if she had a boyfriend, or had promised her hand in marriage?’ I think to myself. “Oh my God! What have I done!? I cry out as tears pore from my eyes, and I sink to the floor. 

A few moments later, Lestat enters the room, and see’s how distraught I am and rushes to my side. “Darling, what happened!? Are you alright?” he asks worriedly. Catching my breath and sniffling a bit I reply, “I-I don’t know. It happened oh so fast. She was saying things about you and Thatcher. Things that weren’t, and can’t be possible, and I just lost it. All I felt was rage and how I wanted to taste her blood, then the next thing I knew, I was standing in front of her with her heart in my hand. If I’m capable of doing something like this, then I can’t complete the transition. I can’t allow myself to hurt anyone else!” Lestat sighs before replying, “Darling this wasn’t your fault. You’re a new vampire, and all of this is very  new to you. Once you learn how to control your hunger and your emotions, things will be easier for you, you’ll see. Cm’on darling get yourself cleaned up, and I’ll take care of the rest.” Heading into the bathroom, I turn around and say, “How do we know she doesn’t have a family who will come looking for her? How do we know she isn’t engaged or even has a child somewhere?” “Shelly….Darling, you’re over reacting. Kristen picks her ladies wisely just in case. You know…in case she should ever have needs. No one will come looking for her, I promise. Now clean yourself up while I take care of this. The faster we get you into the forest and teach you how to hunt, the faster you can see our son” he replies.

Moments after Lestat removes Regina’s body from the room, I exit the bathroom, and I hear someone gently knocking on my bedroom door once again. “Come in,” I chime in as I brush my long red hair. A strange young woman enters my chambers. Only this woman is different from Regina. I feel as if we had met before. A strange sense of familirity comes to me the more I study her. Slowly walking towards me, her auburn hair sways below her waste line, and her radiant pink faery wings gently flutter behind her. I give her a little smile before saying, “You look very familiar to me, have we met before?” “I-I don’t think so your majesty. It’s possible that maybe you have seen me around the court before, but we haven’t really met” she replies. Her amber eyes glance at me and it looks as if she’s trying to blink back tears. ‘Someone must have surely hurt this poor girl, perhaps I should try to help her’ I think to myself. Placing a hand on her shoulder soothingly I ask, “Is there something I can help you with sweetheart?” “No, um…I’m ok. I was sent to check on you, to see if you’re alright,” she replies. Her voice grows faint as all I can hear is her heart beating, and blood rushing through her veins. All I can think about from that point on is how I would like to taste her delicious faery blood. What I wouldn’t give to just sink my teeth into her soft olive skin. I catch myself drooling as she turns her head, exposing the veins of her neck and I quickly turn around. “Are you-is everything alright?” she asks. “Yes…um I think you should leave now. Tell Lestat I’ll be down in just a few minutes Miss?” I tell her. “Melina. My name is Melina” she replies. “Alright…Melina. Please tell Lestat I’ll be down in a few moments. I just need to finish up in here,” I  reply. Melina says she will as she gives a little bow before exiting the room.

After I have calmed myself down, I head downstairs to find Lestat who is patiently waiting at the bottom of the stairwell. Taking me by my hand, he kisses me on the forehead, and leads me out to the forest. “So what are we hunting? Poor defenseless bunnies?” I kid. “Well, just your typical nonhuman, nonfaery diet, and yes cute little bunnies and deer are in our food chain. First I’m going to teach you how to move as fast as I can. Ready?” Lestat asks jokingly. Smiling sweetly, I tell him that I am, and watch him closely as he moves quickly around me. One minute he’s in front of me, then behind me, the next thing I know he’s sitting on a thick branch above me. “You wanna give it a try?” he asks as he jumps down. I give a little nod and run as fast as I can, and within a flash I pin him to the thick oak tree behind him. “How’s that for starters?” I ask. “Not bad, not bad at all, for a beginner,” he chuckles. ‘God I’ve missed being alone with her like this’ Lestat thinks to himself. “I love you,” I whisper before kissing him passionately. “And I you,” he manages to get out before we topple to the ground. 

I grab hold of his shirt to pull it off, but end up tearing it instead. “Oh my gosh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” I begin but he quickly interjects. “That was one of my favorite shirts, and just look at what you have done to it! You’re not gonna get off that easily!” he says as he rips my gown from my body, leaving me in my chemise. Cupping his face with my hands, I pull his soft tantalizing lips to mine and kiss him tenderly. Swinging my leg over his waist, I gain control on top as I begin straddling him. He lets out a little moan, and I bite my bottom lip. His hands wonder from my waistline, to the middle of my back. He delicately unlaces my chemise, and slides it off my body, exposing my naked skin. Leaning down to nibble on his neck I whisper, I want you to feed from me.” Lestat pauses for a brief moment before saying, “Are you sure you wanna do this? I mean feeding from each other is…personal. It could upset a few people if they found out.” Lestat explains. “What do you mean personal? Who could we possibly upset? Even if we did upset someone, I don’t really care! I love you, and I want you! There is no one else!” Lestat smiles widely before replying, “Well, you see… if you feed from me, it makes it intimate. Most people don’t like the idea of our kind doing something like that.” “Well whoever came up with the idea that people will get upset if we’re intimate, can take a flying leap! I’m with you, and there’s no one else here with us. Just you, me, the moon, and the stars is all I need. So, the answer to your question is, Yes! I am sure, after all I am your wife, it would be kind of silly not to be intimate with my husband” I tell him seductively as I sink my teeth into his neck. Lestat lets out another moan before whispering, “I want you too my love.” “Then take me darling,” I whisper in return, biting my lip in eagerness. Within a flash he’s on top of me. His eyes on mine, before piercing his fangs into my neck. For now it’s just the two of us in our own little world. Our bodies become one, and lovingly, but firmly, he makes love to me throughout the night.

The following morning, before the sun rises. Fluttering my eyes open, noticing that the campfire is starting to burn out, I turn over and wrap my arms around Lestat. As he slowly blinks his red eyes open, he panics, “Oh my gosh! Are we- did we…do what I think we did?” I give a little giggle and reply, “You made love to your wife if that’s what you’re trying to get at, and believe me, that’s nothing to panic about.” “Shelly, darling, we….need to get you back to the castle before the sun rises. My friend who might be able to help you should be arriving soon, that’s if she isn’t already there. She’s going to make a sunlight amulet for you, but first thing’s first, you’re going to need to feed,” he tells me as the two of us finish getting dressed. A few moments later, the sounds of footsteps come from behind the bushes, and Lestat quickly grabs my hand and leads me behind a nearby tree. As I peer around the tree to see who could possibly be making so much noise, when a deer emerges from the bushes. Lestat sighs before smiling trying not to laugh, and whispers, “Here’s your first shot at this. You can move faster than the deer, just run up to her, and sink your teeth into her.” He must have seen the ‘I don’t wanna hurt her look’ on my face, before he continues, “Don’t worry, you won’t hurt her. Animals heal faster than people do.” Giving a nod, I rush to the deer’s side. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to hurt you,” I whisper to the deer before I pierce my fangs into one of the veins in her back. 

After releasing the deer, Lestat walks up to me, and hands me a handkerchief. Tears stream down my cheeks as I wipe the blood from my lips. Caressing my cheek Lestat says soothingly, “Hey, you did it. I know it’s hard, but you can do this. All of this will come easier to you in time. You have me here to teach you how to hunt, how to control this, and to help you. It was really hard on me, because I didn’t have anyone I could turn to. Carolin turned me, and then left me alone to fend for myself. I taught myself how to control my emotions and the hunger. When you have those two things under control, you can do anything.” Giving him a peck on the cheek I reply, “This is why I love you so much! You would go to the end of the earth for me, no matter what the circumstances are. If I should need help, you’re right there. I couldn’t ask for a better husband.” “We… should head back to the castle, I bet everyone is getting ready to look for us he says as he kisses my neck. I close my eyes and let out a little moan before saying, “We can’t go back just yet. Not when all I can think about is your hands on my body.” “Alright then” Lestat says as he pulls away from me. I let out a little giggle, “No, no, no! I didn’t mean for you to pull away. It feels good.” “Yeah?” he asks. “Mhm,” I reply. He wraps his arms around me and caresses my body before asking, “What does it feel like?” I let out a little sigh, “It feels like electricity, waking every nerve on my body each time you touch me. It’s just so intense and all I can think about is making love to you. Is it normal to feel horny all of the time?” Slowly kissing my neck and running his hands along my waist, he says, “Everything is heightened…every emotion, every feeling, from taste, smell, sight, touch.” Turning to face him, I kiss him passionately. Touching his bare chest and with all of my emotions being running wild, I feel like I’m going to combust! Within a flash, he’s slamming me into a tree. Wrapping my legs around his waist I can’t think of a single moment that I wanted him more than this very moment. I bit my lip, as he unbuttons the back of my chemise, when suddenly I feel that I’m going to be sick. I break away from him and run for the bushes. Dropping to my knees, I begin to throw up all of the blood I had just taken in. Lestat rushes to my side and brushes my hair from my face, “Don’t worry darling, we’ll figure this out. Cm’on, lets get you back to the castle, and I’ll ask my sister why animal blood is making you sick, maybe she’ll have the answers we seek.” I give a little nod, and he takes my hand before making our way back to the castle.

Upon arriving back at the castle, Lestat asks one of the guards where he can find Kristen. “I believe she’s in her quarters Majesty” the guard tells him. Lestat thanks him, and we head upstairs where we find Ector exiting Kristen’s chambers. “Is Kristen in there?” Lestat asks him. Ector smiles and attempts to slick back his shoulder length frizzy hair before saying, “As a matter of fact, she is.” Ector says. Lestat thanks him and heads for her chambers. “Hey! I wouldn’t go in there if I were you! She’s dressing for the day!” Ector calls out. Lestat completely ignores him, and swings the doors wide open. Lady  Pearl shrieks at the site of Lestat barging in on them, and huffs before storming out of the room, “Well I never!” “Trust me, you never will either, unless you come back and finish helping me dress!” Kristen shouts. Lestat turns to face me before Kristen scolds us for entering her room without so much as knocking. “I’m sorry sister, but something is wrong with Shelly. She can’t hold down the animal blood. Why can I feast on animals, but Shelly can’t?” As Kristen slips her gown on, she says, “Has she fed on human or faery blood yet?” Running his fingers through his hair Lestat questions, “No. Why would that matter? She fed for the first time to complete the transition. Why would the animal blood make her sick?” Kristen smiles before replying, “You really don’t remember much about my mother turning you do you!? She has to drink human blood first, to complete the transition. If she decides she wants animal blood once that is complete, then that is completely up to her.” 

Clearly overhearing everything that was just said, Thatcher bursts through the door and says, “I’ll do it! She can feed from me.” Kristen throws her hands into the air and scoffs, “Is just everyone going to barge in here while I’m dressing!?” Glancing from Lestat to Thatcher, and then to me, she continues, “Have any of you morons ever heard of knocking!? What if Ector were in here with me, and we were….you know. Having our private time, in which you three dimwits had just missed! If you would have interfered with that, I wouldn’t be very happy with any of you! Maybe I would even be angry enough to remove your hearts from your chests! From now on, KNOCK!” The three of us agree the next time we need to enter her chambers, we’ll give the door a little knock before entering. “I’m sorry I was listening in on your conversation, but if Shelly needs to feed on human blood, I volunteer.” Thatcher says. “I can’t allow you to put your life at risk for me, and besides I don’t know if I can stop myself. What if I kill you? I can’t ask this of you!” I tell Thatcher. His deep purple eyes lock on mine before he replies, “I would do anything to help you Shelly. I would die for you if that’s what it takes. Please, accept my offer, your son needs you” Thatcher replies. 

Placing his hands on my shoulders, Lestat says worriedly, “Darling, you need to do this. There’s only a few ours left before you get too weak. I can’t just sit at your bedside and watch you die!” Giving a nod, I tell Thatcher that I accept his offer and slowly approach him. His heart begins to race as I get closer to him, and I can hear the delicious red liquid pumping through his veins. As I slowly turn around to bolt out of the door, Lestat stands in front of me shaking his head. Swallowing hard, I turn back to face Thatcher, to only notice he has taken off his shirt, exposing his the veins in his body. All I can think about from this point on is how badly I want to sink my teeth into him. Holding out his arm he begs, “Here Shelly, drink from me. Please, before it’s too late.” Hesitantly, grabbing his arm, I sink my fangs into the vein of his wrist. Thatcher winces a little as I pull his wrist closer to me, so I can drink every last ounce of his blood. “Shelly! You need to stop before you drain him! Darling, c’mon before you kill him!” I hear Lestat shout as he grabs me. Showing my fangs at Lestat, his grip gets tighter before telling Kristen to get Thatcher out of the room. “Take him to the kitchen, and get him something to eat and drink. It will take away the dizziness he’s experiencing” Lestat instructs. Kristen rolls her eyes before saying, “Duh! I think I know what to do in these situations!” and helps Thatcher out of the room. Lestat releases my arms, as I stand there mouth agape. “W-What have I done!? I almost killed him! You can’t allow me to drink human blood again! Once I start, I can’t stop!” I tell him as I sink to the floor.

Lestat kneels down in front of me, and places his hand on my shoulder as tears spill from my eyes. Wiping the tears from my cheeks, Lestat says soothingly, “Sweetheart, we all knew the risks, and now that you have fed on human blood, you won’t ever have to do that again. You can now feed on animals instead of people. If you want, I can take you back out to the forest where you can try it again.” Shaking my head, I reply, “Can we try tomorrow though? After what happened with Thatcher, I just want to draw a hot bath and soak for a little while. Besides, I need to clear my head.” He gently kisses me on the forehead, and says, “Alright sweetheart, I have a few things I need to do anyway. I’ll see you in the morning.” I frown slightly at the thought of leaving him alone, “Goodnight my love. I love you.” I give him a goodnight kiss, and head upstairs and fix a nice, hot, relaxing bath.

As Lestat enters his chambers, he can’t  help but to notice a female figure looking out of his bedroom window. “Is there something I can help you with?” he asks carefully. The woman slowly turns around as he holds up his candle to get a good look at her, only come face to face with no other than Lady Elizabeth. Shocked to see her there, he says, “Mother! How did you… I mean how are you?” “I know my presence comes as quite a shock, but you were expecting me, were you not?” she asks. “Yes, but I figured someone would have told me that you’re here” he replies. Smiling sweetly, she says, “Well, I figured I would surprise you.” Extending her arm, and holding out her hand with her palm down, she continues, “Here’s Shelly’s sunlight amulet as promised.” Lestat takes the necklace and places it in his inside pocket before thanking her. “My question is this, why is it that she needs that necklace when she isn’t a vampire?” she asks. “Well mother, you see….” Lestat begins, but Elizabeth quickly interjects. “I know she’s a vampire, and I know the two of you have been together! Just what do you think you’re doing!? She’s married to the king of Blue Haven! I told you that you have to move on, and let her find a way to fall in love with Thatcher again! You can’t change destiny!” she yells furiously.

“Mother, I love her! I can’t help who I fall in love with! I have, and always will love her!” he yells in return. “My son, this is only going to blow up in your face! Just what were you thinking by giving her your blood!? Kristen wants this kingdom for herself, you should have known better, because you know of the things that she is capable of! Shelly wasn’t supposed to be a vampire, and the two of you certainly aren’t supposed to be together!” Elizabeth continues. “She would have died if I didn’t give her my blood, and besides, Thatcher begged me to! What is so wrong with what I’m doing? I love her and she loves me! She says she always has loved me! Plus, I have been teaching her to feed from animals instead of humans. Doesn’t that count for something!?” Lestat shouts angrily. “What is wrong with what you’re doing? My son, all of this is wrong! Shelly only remembers your past together. She remembers nothing of your children, her friends of Brendlewood, or Thatcher. She says that she loves you because that is what she remembers. Now that she’s a vampire, her memories will slowly start to return, if they haven’t already. What will you do when she remembers what you have done, and hates you for it?” Elizabeth asks. “What do mean her memories will slowly start to return to her? You said that she would never regain her memories” Lestat asks. “She was still a faerie when I last saw her. I told you that she wouldn’t regain her memories, in hope that you wouldn’t let your love for her get in the way, and turn her, which you clearly have. Stupid boy! If the wizard finds out that she’s still alive even after he took her light, we are all in grave danger!” Lestat turns and leans against the fireplace before saying quietly, “Get out.” “Excuse me, what did you say?” she asks. “GET OUT, and leave me alone!” Lestat shouts. “Very well then, I’ll leave, but just remember my warnings!” Elizabeth says. She waves her hands in the air, and in cloud of smoke, she vanishes into thin air. 

Meanwhile in the queen’s chambers……



Getting into the tub, I lean back and let the steam work it’s magic. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes, and within minutes, I drift off to sleep. As all of the muscles in my body slowly give in to rest, I begin to slide under the warm, relaxing water. Catching myself before I fully submerge to the bottom of the tub, I jump out and wrap a towel around me. My hands tremble a bit, before bracing myself against the sink, when flashes, or images of what I think is from my past with Lestat come rolling in. The first image is of Lestat and I in the bathroom of the house where we had our honeymoon. I had taken a pregnancy test, which came up positive! The next image is of Lestat snuggling next to me while I was pregnant, rubbing my growing belly. Another flash comes, and I see three beautiful children standing by one another, as Lestat and I hand each one a puppy of their own for their birthday. Years and years of what seem to be memories come flooding in. The last flash is of the kids being all grown up, and the lycans taking us prisoner. As the memories come to a halt, a lump grows in my throat. I swallow hard at the thought Lestat may have been lying to me this whole time about us having other children. Then the questions start rolling in. ‘Why would he lie to me about having other children? Doesn’t he think that the other kids are just as important to me as our newborn baby? Maybe something happened to them!’ I think to myself. Then it dawns on me, about the young woman who came to see me the other day. I knew there was something familiar about her, but I just couldn’t put two and two together. She was blinking back the tears because I didn’t remember her. Melina, is none other than my….daughter!? ‘I’m so mad right now that I could kill….No! I need to get that thought out of my head. If Lestat lied to me about us having other children, what other secrets is he keeping from me!? I’m supposed to meet him first thing in the morning, I’ll just confront him about this then!’ I think to myself before heading to bed.

The following morning……




As I emerge from the stairs to meet with Lestat, I hear Kristen’s guards enter the foyer where they meet with Kristen. “We found this one snooping around the forest last night. We tried to ask him what he was doing so close to the castle, and he killed Tobias with his bow” we overhear one of the guards tell Kristen. “Nonsense! How can he possibly kill one of us with a bow!?” Kristen yells. “I’m…not sure Majesty” the guard replies. “Well that’s just great! What’s the point of having guards if you morons can’t even get any answers!? I was always told, if you want something done right, you do it yourself!” Kristen scoffs. Approaching the prisoner, Kristen grabs him by his hair, and yanks his head up to meet hers, “How did you kill Tobias!?” she yells. The Prisoners eyes lock on hers, and he spits in her face. Kristen wipes her face with the sleeve of her blouse, and gives a look of disgust before saying, “You will answer me boy! How did your bow manage to kill my guard? All he was doing was questioning you, why did you kill him?!” The prisoner looks up at Kristen before saying, “I don’t answer to you, and I don’t have to tell you anything!” Smiling evilly Kristen says, “Very well then! We have ways to make you talk!” The prisoner lets out a little chuckle before saying, “You can’t compel me! I made sure of that. It all pays off when you have a witch for a friend!” 

Overhearing everything that has been said between Kristen and the prisoner, I can’t help but to think I have heard his voice before. “Darling, I think I know this prisoner. Can’t we do something to help him?” I ask. Lestat smiles slightly, “My princess the savior. Come with me, and I’ll see what I can do.” Shaking my head in agreement, I follow him out into the foyer. “Ah, my brother, what brings you here? Come to enjoy this petty boy’s punishment, or have you come to let Shelly have a little snack?” Kristen asks sarcastically. Lestat gives a little chuckle, “Actually, I want to know what has to be done in order for the prisoner to be released.” Kristen gives a little giggle, “You’re kidding right? After he has killed one of my guards, you expect me to just play nice and release him!?” Lestat sighs, “That’s right! Just this once, can you show a little bit of mercy?” As Kristen and Lestat continue to quarrel, the prisoner looks up at me. His deep blue eyes lock on mine before asking, “Shel….is that you?” As I imagine him with shorter hair, and without a beard, it dawns on me that I know exactly who he is! My eyes widen at the thought that this could possibly be my brother. “Logan?” I ask curiously. “Yes, it’s me. Look, I know what I have done is bad, but I have been searching for you. I overheard some of the Dragon Valley guards talking. Carolin is planning to attack Blue Haven and kill your baby. You have to let me go so I can help you, and protect my nephew!” I give a little nod, and tell him that I will try my best to reason with Kristen. Approaching the little family quarrel, I clear my throat and give Lestat’s coat a little tug. Turning to me he asks, “What’s wrong?” Kristen puts her hands on her hips, and bluntly asks, “What can possibly be so important!?” “You see Kristen….your prisoner happens to be my brother Logan who has been searching for me. He just informed me that your mother is planning on attacking the castle, and killing my baby! He was coming here to warn me. You have to let him go!” I explain.

Kristen smiles sweetly and approaches Logan, “Oh, I see. You want your precious baby brother to be released. Well my dear, there is only one way I will release him. You have to feed from him. You already got to see how tasty human blood is, but you have never feasted on the blood of a faery!” “Feed on him!? You can’t be serious! He’s my brother, and he’s not a faery!” I yell. “Oh but that’s where you’re wrong! You see, he’s a hybrid, just like you were before my mother got her hands on you! C’mon, just one taste and I’ll be more than happy to free him. You know you want it. Blood is your way of survival now. Can’t you hear his heart beating, pumping that scrumptious red liquid through his veins? I can, and I bet he’s just as delicious as he looks!” Kristen says slyly. Clenching his fists, Lestat says, “Sister, you can’t be serious! You know what feeding from a human does to Shelly. Just imagine what faery blood will do to her! I’ve had enough of this nonsense! I’m taking Shelly back out to the forest where she can feed safely on animals, away from humans, and farther away from YOU!” Kristen smiles slightly before snapping her fingers, which signals the guard to snap Lestat’s neck. As he falls to the ground Kristen says, “No need to worry dear, he will be just fine. Your darling husband will wake up in a little while. I just needed him out of the way for a bit. Now back to our conversation. Where was I…Oh yes! Sorry to break it to you dear, but you either feed on him, or I will!” “No, Shelly! Don’t listen to her! You know this isn’t right!” Logan cries out. Kristen runs her pointed nail along Logan’s forearm, and up to his neck where she makes a puncture wound with her sharp nail. Blood trickles down his shoulders, as Kristen says, “Mmmm…” She exhales in anticipation as she leans down towards Logan, and glides her tongue along his neck. Taking Logan by his shoulders, Kristen earnestly begins sucking on his neck, as she moans and squeezes him tightly. Logan cries out in pain, before she releases him. Kristen smiles a sickening smile as she turns her attention towards me, “Come now dear, you wanna get it before he heals himself.” 

Closing my eyes, all I can hear and think about is the sound of Logan’s heart racing, and the smell of the fresh blood trickling down his neck, which is very mouthwatering! Turning away from Kristen and Logan, I say, “As tempting as that is, I can’t and won’t feed on my own brother! Please, just let him go.” Kristen shakes her head, “I’m afraid I can’t do that. He killed Tobias, and he has to be punished! You either feed on him now, or I will finish him off!” Rage washes over every emotion that I have been trying to hold back. Within a flash, I’m standing in front of Logan, taking in the sweet scent of his blood. Grabbing him by the throat, I look up at him and notice how weak he is as he looks into my eyes. “No! I won’t do this!” I yell. Lestat wakes with a splitting headache, and slowly sits up rubbing his head. Letting go of Logan, his body makes a hard “THUD” sound on the ground, before Kristen shoves me down, and snaps Logan’s neck. “I told you to feed from him, and I would have let him go, but you just had to try to be the savior, just like you always do! My job here is done. I’ll be in my quarters if any of you pathetic weaklings should need me” Kristen scoffs before heading upstairs.

Returning to my feet, I rush over to Logan’s side. Holding him in my arms I sob, “I’m so sorry my dear brother. I tried… I really tried to help you. If it wouldn’t have been for me being a vampire, none of this would have happened!” Lestat crawls over to me and says soothingly, “Yes, it would have darling, and you know that. This is not your fault. Stop blaming yourself for things that you have no control over. Do you really think that this is what your brother would have wanted?” Sniffling a bit, I reply, “No. He would want me to remember him the way that he was. He would want me to remember all of the good times that we had together.” Lestat smiles slightly before saying, “Then why don’t we honor him by burying him where he was most happy. Do you know of such a place?” Pondering for a moment I reply, “The forest….he was most happy when he was out hunting, away from our father. Our father! Oh my gosh! What am I going to tell my father!? I have to send word to him right away!” Lestat runs his fingers through his hair, “Shelly…Darling, slow down. We can send word to your father when we return to the castle. You need time to mourn your brother’s death. I know your father better than anyone, and he would want you to take the time that you need to heal.” Letting out a sigh, I reply, “You’re right my love. Lets give him what he would have wanted. What do you say we give him one last carriage ride to the forest, and I’ll pick out the perfect spot for his….funeral. I know that’s exactly what he would have wanted.” Lestat places a gentle kiss on my forehead before replying, “That sounds like a grand idea. I’ll grab the carriage, and come back for you.” Smiling in agreement, I tell him that I’ll wait for him here, and he heads to the barn to ready the horses.

A few moments later, Lestat returns with the carriage as promised, and he gently lays Logan’s body onto one of the seats inside, and I place a blanket over him. “He looks as if he’s sleeping. Say! If he’s a hybrid, wouldn’t he come back and be a vampire like I did?” I ask hopefully. Lestat shakes his head, “That’s not how it works sweetheart. You only came back because I fed you some of my blood. I wish I could bring him back Shel…I really do, but it’s too late. There’s nothing more that I can do for him.” Looking down to the ground, tears stream down my cheeks as I reply, ” I know, but I was just hoping. My mother always said that there’s nothing wrong with holding onto hope. I just didn’t want to give up so easy, ya know.” Gently lifting my head so that our eyes meet, Lestat says, “You’re mother was right, there is nothing wrong with holding onto hope. Everything happened rather quickly, and there was nothing we could have done to save him. You may be stronger now that you’re a vampire, but Kristen is older, stronger, and wiser than you. Please promise me that when we return, you won’t seek for revenge, and let me handle my sister. I’m no match for her either, but I can still reason with her.” Smiling slightly, I sigh, “I promise I won’t go after the little wench! I’m sorry, I must seem like a baby to you. You have done so much to protect me over the years, and here I am now, a brand new vampire who screws everything up!” “Sweetheart, I never thought that about you, not even once have I ever thought that you were anything like a baby. I loved everything about you before you even knew I existed, and I love you even more now than I did back then. Where do you see that you screw everything up? Shelly, you’re a new vampire, I even made mistakes when I was a young vampire. Now, dry up those tears, and lets take Logan for one last ride. Smiling slightly, I give a nod, and we make way to the forest.

Upon entering the forest, Lestat commands the horses to stop, and he helps me out of the carriage. After searching for what seems like hours, I find the perfect spot for Logan’s resting place. Right under an old oak tree, surrounded by rosebushes, wildflowers, and not too far from the sounds of a nearby waterfall. I couldn’t imagine a more beautiful place to be laid to rest. “This is it! I know he would love it here. It’s just so…peaceful. I’ll wait here, if you can get Logan from the carriage” I tell Lestat. He smiles and agrees, before returning with Logan. He gently places him on the ground, and grabs one of the shovels he brought with him, and begins digging a few inches away from the oak tree. Grabbing the other shovel on the ground next to Logan, I begin helping him. Stopping for a brief moment, he chuckles, “Now isn’t this quite the sight! A beautiful, princess helping the Prince of Dragon Valley dig a burial site.” Giving a little giggle, I reply, ” I can hear the herald now, telling all of the villagers about what a disgraceful family we are. In fact, he would probably tell everyone to stay clear of us, and tell them that we drain our victims of their blood, and take them to the forest to bury them.” Clearing his throat, he replies, “Yes, well, in Dragon Valley, that’s not unheard of, and well…you know why. I mean with vampires running the kingdom and all. We should ah.. ya know, get back to digging.”  I give a little nod and tell him that he’s right when we hear someone moaning, and rustling about in one of the nearby bushes. Dropping our shovels, Lestat grabs my arm and pulls me closer to him and whispers, “No matter what happens, stay close and don’t let go of me.” Swallowing hard, I follow him to where the sounds are coming from. As the rustling noise becomes louder, I let out a shriek when a nearby branch tumbles to the ground, startling me. Lestat puts a finger up to his mouth, motioning for me to be quiet. The figure steps out of the bushes, and I can’t believe my eyes.

Chapter – 67

The following day……



The gentle evening breeze brushes against my skin, as the horses trot along happily down the grassy meadow. I rub the sleep from my eyes, and notice Lestat nestled next to me holding me close to him. “How long have I been asleep?” I ask him. “You’ve been out for nearly five hours now,” he replies. “How much longer until we get to Blue Haven?” I ask as he runs his fingers through my hair. “In another six hours we should be in front of the castle gates. You should get some rest darling, you really need it,” he replies in a sleepy voice. I give a little nod, and lay my head in Lestat’s lap before falling back to sleep. A few more hours pass as we near the halfway point to the castle, when suddenly a loud howl fills the forest, which wakes Lestat and I from our slumber. “What is it Jeremy?” Lestat asks. “There’s a pack of lycans following us. They must have sniffed out our trail,” Jeremy replies. “We need to get out of here! Is there a different direction we can take to continue our course?” Lestat asks fearfully. “We can cross the river. The water should throw off our scent, at least for a little while,” Jeremy informs us. “Very well, the river it is then! Get us out of this bloody rat trap before they catch up to us,” Lestat shouts. Jeremy gives a little nod before commanding the horses to run faster. “YAW, YAW, YAW,” he shouts as the horses gallop across the river. “Any sign of them?” I ask as Lestat looks out of the back of the coach. “I think we lost them for now. We better keep moving. I know it won’t be long before they catch our scent again,” Lestat points out. Jeremy gives a little nod and informs us that it’s only two more hours before we reach the castle gates. “Get some sleep darling, you need your strength,” he tells me before Jeremy commands the horses to slow down a bit. 

An hour and a half later, a bright light surrounds me, and pain rips through my body waking me from my sleep. I let out a blood curdling yell, and my fairy wings slowly start to faint from a brilliant blue to a very dull gray color, before disappearing altogether and I lose consciousness. “Shelly? SHELLY!? Come on darling, please wake up!” Lestat says fearfully as he rapidly taps me on the cheek, but gets no response. “Hurry, we’re almost there! Surely one of the doctors of Blue Haven can help her,” Lestat commands. “YAW! YAW!” Jeremy tells the horses before reaching the gates of Blue Haven. Upon reaching the gates of the Kingdom, Lestat gently lays my head down on one of the pillows, and jumps out of the carriage. Rushing up to the gates to open them, one of the guards says, “Halt who goes there?” “Tis I, Lestat Lioncourt. I have brought the Queen of Blue Haven with me, and I fear she is near death. She needs a doctor at once!” Lestat replies. “Let him in,” Kristen orders as she nears the gates rubbing her growing belly. Giving a little nod, the guard opens the big iron gates which surrounds the castle, and Jeremy drives the carriage through as Lestat follows. “Whoa” Jeremy says commanding the horses to stop as we approach the doors of the castle. Rushing to the carriage, Lestat scoops me into his arms again. “Show him to her room where he can lay her on the bed, and quickly get the midwife!” Kristen commands the guard. “Yes Majesty,” the guard replies and tells Lestat to follow him. Through the courtyard, and the foyer, Lestat follows the guard up the grand staircase, and into the Queen’s quarters, where he gently lays me on the bed. “So I see that you have finally grown tired of waiting on Mother’s orders to take over Brendlewood,” Kristen says as she enters the room. 

“Sister, we don’t have time for this right now. Can’t you see that She’s dying?” Lestat says worriedly. With a sly smile Kristen replies, “You have got to be kidding, I see some things haven’t changed. You haven’t been with her in two years, and yet you still have feelings for her? She was never worthy of you. We didn’t have any problems with the lycans in two-hundred years…until you brought her to our home!” Turning to Kristen, Lestat says, “What happened with the lycans isn’t her fault! Besides, you have no room to talk sister! What of your little pet Ector? He’s a human, what could you possibly want with him other than food!?” Kristen gives a little laugh and rubs her belly before saying, “Why brother, you taught me everything I know. Such as, how to compel others into doing my bidding, and how to heal those I feed from so I don’t get caught doing so. What makes you think I’m not just using him for food? I could care less about those who aren’t like us. They don’t stand a chance against us. The human and Faery world are both pathetic if you ask me. We can take whatever we want, when we want, and those creatures won’t stand a chance! Although I can say one thing, Ector is a great lover, and so is the king! Sure Shelly’s precious Thatcher put up a fight and didn’t want to cheat on his darling queen, but he saw things my way with a little…compulsion. For mere mortals, I can get used to this.” A look of disgust washes across Lestat’s face before saying, “So…who’s the father of the baby?” Kristen smiles slightly, “Although it’s none of your business, I’ll share my little secret with you. This handsome little prince I’m carrying, is the next heir to this castle. Little brother, I told you one day I would not only have Dragon Valley, but Blue Haven will also be mine! Once I have both kingdoms to do my ill-will, Brendlewood will be next in line! All I have to do is have an heir, and their kingdom will fall. Do you really think that pathetic King Cade will be able to kill his own child? I think not!” Lestat shakes his head, “Sister, you really have gone mad! What has your mother done to you?” “She’s your mother too you know! So I guess this makes us both a little mad, doesn’t it!” Kristen huffs.

“She’s not my mother!” Lestat scoffs. Kristen raises a brow in confusion, before Lestat fills her in on everything his mother had told him. “Why would she do that and claim you to be next in line to the throne?” Kristen asks curiously. “Think about it sister. She wasn’t able to conceive a son of her own, so Father took matters into his own hands, and shared his bed with a noble. Carolin found out about their affair and their son, so she took me and compelled me to forget everything,” he explains. Kristen sighs, “The perfect cover up. I’m so sorry my brother, I had no idea she did that to you.” “Sister, you can make amends with the people of Brendlewood, it’s not too late. Join our side, and help us take down Carolin. Just think, if you help take Carolin out, and with you being next in line to the throne, you will have one of the most powerful realms!” Lestat points out. Kristen ponders for a moment before replying, “You know, you’re right! If we take down my mother, I would be next to rule the kingdom! Alright, I will help you, but you must promise you won’t betray me once this war is over.” Lestat smiles slightly and says, “You have my word.” “Then it is done.” Kristen replies. “Does this mean we free the rat in the dungeon?” Ector says upon entering the room, clearly overhearing everything as he folds his arms. “That is exactly what this means. Cm’on darling, with me ruling Dragon Valley, and Blue Haven as our ally, we will be the most powerful kingdom of all! Now, go on and free the king, and inform him of his queen being ill. Oh..and…um…make sure he’s cleaned up as well,” Kristen tells him. Ector gives a little nod, and exits the room to get Thatcher. 

I awaken in pain as my contractions return, and I let out a yell for help, and Lestat rushes to my side. “Are you alright darling?” he asks. Taking a deep breath, I reply, “The potion has worn off, and the baby is coming.” “UGH! What is taking that midwife so long to get here!” Lestat yells. Kristen quickly opens the door and tells Lady Regina who is dusting the paintings in the hall, “Get Agnes Bennett, and Hurry!” Lady Regina gives a little bow and rushes down the hall to find the midwife as Kristen closes the door. Shortly Agnes arrives, then she and a nurse begin preparing everything for the baby to arrive. “She’s lost alot of blood and is growing very weak. Majesty, do you still have blood bags in the refrigerator in the basement?” Kristen gives a little nod and leaves the room, and within a few moments later, she returns with a blood bag. She then hands it over to the Agnes, who places it into an IV, and hooks another machine onto me to monitor my contractions and the baby’s heartbeat. “There now Majesty, just try to relax while I look to see how far you have dilated,” Agnes tells me. I take a few deep breaths before she looks up at me and says,” You have dilated to 10, your handsome young man is ready to come out and meet you,” she says with a smile. She then counts to 10 and tells me to push, until suddenly she tells me to stop. “I’m afraid your baby needs help being born, and I’ll have to perform surgery,” she tells me. “Then do it. Do what you need to save my baby,” I tell her as tears stream down my cheeks. She then gives a little nod before leading Lestat to the opposite side of the room, away from me. “What is it? What’s wrong?” Lestat asks in a panicking tone. “There isn’t much more I can do for her. I can perform an emergency C-section to save the baby, but she has already suffered a huge amount of blood loss. I’m not sure how much more her body can take before-” the midwife begins, but is lost for words. “Before..what?” Lestat asks hesitantly. “Majesty, I think it’s wise you start preparing yourself for the worst. I fear that she may not be with us much longer. I give it a few days, give or take,” she informs him. Silent tears fall down his cheeks as he tells her to do what she thinks is best. Giving a little bow, she shoo’s the men out of the room while she performs the surgery. 

Three hours later, Agnes exits the room to find Lestat, who is  patiently waiting in the kitchen. Rushing to her, he asks worriedly, “How is she? Can I see her?” “The surgery went well, and she gave birth to a baby boy. However, we had to place him in the ventilator because he was born premature. Shelly is doing as well as to be expected. She is sleeping comfortably, but there is no guarantee that she will wake. You can see her if you chose to do so, but please don’t try to wake her, she needs her rest to gain her strength.” He then gives a little nod before returning to my bedside. Moments later, Thatcher rushes into the room, to find Lestat who is sitting beside my bed, holding my hand as I continue to sleep. “W-what happened?” Thatcher asks worriedly. Lestat explains what Carolin had made him do, and the information his biological mother had given him about his past. “Will she ever get her memories back?” Thatcher asks. Lestat shakes his head, “From what my mother says, she will never get them back. Once the damage is done, it’s done, and there is no going back.” Thatcher raises a brow and points his finger at Lestat, “Everything that happens to our family starts with you! I’m so sick of Dragon Valley, and all of the people in it! I should have you punished for what you did to my wife!” “Not to get in the middle of this little family crisis, but he did save your wife. If it wasn’t for him, Shelly would still be in Carolin’s dungeon,” Jeremy points out as he enters the room. “And just who in the hell are you!?” Thatcher shouts. “I’m a friend. Lestat helped Shelly get away from Carolin and I brought them here,” Jeremy replies. Thatcher’s muscles relax a bit as he sighs, “I guess you’re right, but what was she actually doing there in the first place?” Jeremy then explained that she took off to find him and their daughter. “She felt that the king of Brendlewood wasn’t doing his part in finding you or Juliana,” Jeremy continues to explain. “So all of this happened because of me? Now who’s the jerk in this situation?” Thatcher says as he begins to feel guilty. “Although now isn’t the time, I do believe that a congratulations is in order,” Jeremy adds. Lestat clears his throat before standing, “Yes, um, I’m not even sure if anyone was aware of this, but when Shelly was found, she was with child.” As a look of confusion spreads across Thatcher’s face he says, “With child? Are you sure?” “Your son is in the nursery, and you may see him if you wish. However, I must warn you, Shelly was only six months along when she gave birth, so we don’t really know if he will survive,” Lestat explains. “What did she name him?” Thatcher asks. “Elijah, and if he is anything like his parents, he is a survivor!” Lestat replies before leaving the room. 

 

Eight hours later, Agnes enters the nursery to find Thatcher spending some quality time with his son before tending to his court duties. “Excuse me Majesty, can I speak with you for a moment?” Agnes asks. Thatcher gives her a little nod and tells her that she may speak freely. “I’m sorry to barge in like this, but I have come with some grave news. I’m afraid the Queen is growing weaker by the moment. I really think you should be saying your goodbyes, because I don’t think she will last through the night,” Agnes informs him. Tears stream down Thatcher’s cheeks as he says, “Are you sure about this? Shelly is a very strong woman, and has come back from something similar before.” Agnes places a hand on Thatcher’s shoulder before saying, “Her Majesty has internal bleeding from the birth of your son, and is very dehydrated. I have done everything I can to save her, but she’s not responding to treatment.” “Thank you Agnes. I’ll just finish up here before I see her,” Thatcher replies. A few moments later, Thatcher enters Shelly’s chambers and holds her hand, “Please don’t leave me my love. You are everything that is pure. Your kindness, and thoughtfulness has touched so many, please don’t go,” he begs her. Thatcher then looks to the heavens and prays, “God have mercy, please don’t take her! She’s all that I have, and my daughter and son need their mother,” he begs. 

Lestat gives a gentle knock before entering the room and says, “I’m sorry Majesty, but I couldn’t help but overhear Agnes say that she couldn’t do anymore to help Shelly. I however can do something to keep her alive, and she can remain with you and your children.” Thatcher gives Lestat a puzzled look before he asks, “How can you help? Don’t you think that your family has done enough!?” “Ah, but they aren’t my family. I’m offering you to be able to spend the rest of your life with your wife, and she will gain her strength back. She can be there for you and your children, and they won’t lose their mother,” Lestat explains. “Y-You mean you can turn her?” Thatcher asks hesitantly. Lestat smiles before replying, “Not turn her, but if she drinks my blood, it can heal her. Just watch over her for the next 48 hours, if she dies with vampire blood in her system, she will turn.” Thatcher gives a little nod, “If it will help her, then do it! I can’t just sit back and watch her die, her children need her… I need her. Please do what you can to help my wife.” In a flash, Lestat appears at Shelly’s side and pulls a small vile from his inside pocket. “What are you doing? Surely you don’t think your blood will help her in this state!” Kristen snarls as she enters the room. “Our blood heals others, and this is the chance I’m willing to take. If it can help her so she can be with her children, then so be it! She has been through enough!” Lestat says as he tilts the vial to Shelly’s mouth to help her drink his blood. “You do know that if she dies with that in her system she’ll turn?” Kristen points out. “I’m fully aware of what will happen, but I don’t care. She has to live. Not just for her son, but for Juliana and Thatcher as well,” Lestat replies. Once the tiny vial empties into Shelly’s mouth and she slowly swallows the thick, red liquid, Lestat stands back to see if there are any signs that his blood is helping her in any way. 

Two hours later, Shelly opens her eyes as Thatcher smiles widely with tears streaming down his cheeks. “Darling I’m here. I’m right here, can you hear me?” Thatcher asks worriedly. “My love?” I reply, managing to get out as I take a deep breath. Thatcher squeezes my hand and says, “Thank God!” before my body shakes violently and I lose consciousness. Within a flash, Lestat’s at my bedside checking for a pulse. “Sh-she doesn’t have a pulse!” Lestat says fearfully. “Told you it wouldn’t work! You moron! Why will no one ever listen to me?” Kristen scoffs. Lestat rushes to the door and flings it open to find Lady Margaret. “Quick, get the doctor!” Lestat tells her before rushing back to my bedside to find Thatcher crying hysterically. “There has to be something you can do! Please save her….save my darling queen” Thatcher begs. Lestat gives a little nod before performing chest compressions. After a few moments, Lestat stops to check for a pulse. He smiles widely while glancing back at Thatcher, “She has a pulse! She’s back!” Thatcher places a hand on Lestat’s shoulder before saying, “You don’t know how grateful I am. I didn’t think very highly of you before, but this changes everything. I am forever in your debt.”

“Oh for heaven sake! If you want something done, then you do it yourself!” Kristen says slyly. Within a flash, Kristen appears at Shelly’s bedside, and plunges her dagger through Shelly’s heart. “No!” Lestat shouts and shoves Kristen away from her. “What have you done! Just when I thought I was getting through to you, you go and pull a stunt like this!” Lestat shouts as he pins Kristen to the wall by her throat. “Do you really think they would side with us against my mother? If you thought for a split second they would trust us, or be your best friend, then you are the one who is mad! For centuries, it has always been the humans who have hunted us down, one by one, and killed us. It is their wizards who have created the lycans!” Kristen shouts. “What are you talking about?” Lestat snarls. “The humans gathered wizards and witches to create the lycans. One lycan bite is fatal to vampires, and there is no cure! Humans aren’t strong enough to win in a fight against our kind. Our ancestors were killed because of the human race! Don’t you find it funny how an elder vampire suddenly grows old and dies? We can’t get sick, nor can we grow as old as the former King of Stone Ridge. Something or someone killed him, it’s not possible for a vampire to die, other than sunlight, cutting off their head, or with a stake through the heart,” Kristen explains. Slowly loosening his grip, he lets Kristen go, “Just how do I know you aren’t lying?” he asks. “If you don’t believe me, ask the king himself. I’m sure he would be more then willing to speak if you compelled him to do so,” Kristen replies. Turning his attention towards Thatcher  Lestat asks, “Do you know about any of this?”  Thatcher glances down at the floor, then back at Lestat before saying, “I…don’t know what you’re talking about.” In a flash, Lestat’s standing in front of Thatcher’s chair glaring down at him, “Trust me, the last couple of days have been VERY, VERY bad for me, don’t MAKE me ask you again!” 

Thatcher sighs before replying, “My father wasn’t just the king of Blue Haven, he was also a hunter, along with his father and grandfather before him. He was teaching me how to hunt your kind before Carolin took down Blue Haven and killed him and my mother. A lycan grabbed me as I was trying to escape from the war on Blue Haven and turned me. Not to worry though, thanks to an enchantress in Brendlewood, I’m no longer a monster. However, just like you, I also craved blood. I found myself hunting down humans and faery’s, but I was able to control myself and hunt animals instead. Once in wolf form, it’s very hard to contain the cravings for human and faery blood, but I was able to do so.” Lestat ponders for a moment before asking, “So you mean to tell me that this war between the humans and vampires all started with your ancestors?” “Sadly, it is so. Three hundred years ago, my ancestors used to use the vampires to protect them. I guess you can say the vampires were our guardians, that is until a vampire fell in love with the king’s daughter. My great, great, great, great grandfather found out his little princess was with child by a vampire, and killed them both, thus started the war between vampires and humans,” Thatcher explains. “How did the Fae get in the middle of this exactly?” Lestat asks. “A king and queen of the Fae brought their child to see a wizard after she was attacked by a lycan, and the only way to save her was to turn her into a faery hybrid, and in return, their daughter was to marry a vampire to keep the peace. When the princess became of age, she married a vampire prince named Richard, and they had a daughter who was born a faery hybrid. Since the day of her birth, the vampires and lycans have been after her for her powers. They both want her blood for different reasons. Faery blood makes both creatures stronger, but strength isn’t all the lycans are after. They also need her blood to be able to turn at will, which means the moon will no longer hold it’s power over them,” Thatcher replies. 

Gasping at what he had just heard, Lestat says, “I know of this faery of whom you speak.” Thatcher raises a brow in confusion and says, “Who is she and where can we find her? We must protect her at all costs!” “She’s lying there, not two feet from you. However, when she wakes, she will be in transition, and once she turns, she will be useless to the lycans, but we do still have a problem.” Leaning forward in his chair Thatcher says, “Other than my wife turning into one of the creatures I have hated my entire life, what other problem can we possibly have?” “As I was carrying Shelly out of the throne room in Dragon Valley, I couldn’t help but overhear Carolin speaking with her witch, Morgana. She was telling Carolin that she had more than enough of Shelly’s blood to create more moon rings for the lycans. If she made those rings, I’m afraid we’re all in very grave danger, because the lycans will not only be stronger, but they can change at will. So you see, the wolves are only agreeing to join Carolin’s army because she has the rings, and so long as they join her, they can have one.” Lestat explains. Thatcher runs his fingers through his hair before saying, “How do I know you aren’t lying? After everything you have done, I certainly don’t trust you!” “You really don’t know if I’m lying, but if you wish to find out, we can always just wait around to see what Carolin has in store for us. Or you can go ahead and send word to Brendlewood about this new information,” Lestat replies. “Alright, I’m gonna send word to King Cade, and hopefully he can gather some men to hunt around his kingdom to see what he can find, and find out if what you’re telling me is true. If I find out you have made this whole thing up, you will meet your death. Are we clear?” Thatcher says. “Yes Majesty, we’re perfectly clear,” Lestat replies. Thatcher then exits the room and finds Lady Margaret who is heading to Shelly’s quarters . “Majesty,” she says as she gives a little bow. “Lady Margaret, please send for the messenger to meet me in my study. Tell him it’s very important he does so.” Thatcher tells her. “Yes Majesty,” she replies before giving a little curtsy and heads off to find him. 

Strolling through the halls of the lower corridors of the castle, Thatcher enters his study to find the messenger waiting for him. “Majesty, how can I be at your service?” Messenger Adam asks as he bows. “I need you to take this letter to Brendlewood, and make sure you place it into the hands of no other than King Cade himself” Thatcher demands. “Yes, Majesty” Adam replies as he accepts the letter from Thatcher’s hand and exits the room. Thatcher then sits at his desk as a blood curdling scream fills the halls, and echoes into his study and interrupts his thoughts. “What in the world?” He thinks to himself. Rushing through the candle lit halls of the castle, he suddenly comes to a halt as he notices Lady Margaret who is standing right outside of the broom closet. “What on earth is the matter?” he asks worriedly. “I-I was heading into the broom closet, and when I tried to open the door it was locked, which I thought was rather odd. I then used the key to open it-” she begins but loses her train of thought when Thatcher reaches for the door knob. To his surprise, the door flings open, and out steps Alex and Thistle, with their clothes undone and Thistle’s hair lays  a frazzled mess along her shoulders. Thistle gives a little shy wave, while Alex tries to smooth back his disheveled hair. Thatcher shakes his head, “Alex! Have you no shame!? Of all the places….There are tons of bedrooms in this castle, and you have to pick the broom closet!” “I really didn’t think it would be that big of a deal,” Alex says calmly as he gives Thistle a little wink. “Not that big of a deal!? UGH! Never mind. Off be with you before I change my mind!” Thatcher says angrily. Alex and Thistle give a little nod before leaving the room. No sooner do the two love birds leave the room, a scream for help echoes throughout the halls. “Oh for heaven sake! NOW what!? Can a man not get some peace and quiet in his own castle?” Thatcher says as the maid gives him a look of “what the hell is wrong with you” before rushing up the grand staircase. 

Upon entering the third floor of the castle, Thatcher and Lady Margaret follow the sounds of the screams coming from down the hall, where they find Kristen bracing herself on one of the tables just outside of her room. “What is it?” Thatcher asks. Turning to Thatcher, Kristen says, “I’m in labor, you idiot! Get Agnes! Quick!” Lady Margaret gives a little bow before rushing back down the hall. “Is there something I can do?” Thatcher asks apologetically. “Yeah, you can start by keeping that thing of yours in your pants!” Kristen snarls. Thatcher raises a brow in confusion before Kristen continues, “Never mind. You can help me to the bed for starters, and get Ector for me. I’m sure he wants to be here for this.” Thatcher then helps Kristen to her bed before asking, “Are you sure you will be alright here by yourself in your fragile state?” Jerking her arm from Thatcher’s grasp, she says, “I’ll be fine! Just get Ector!” Thatcher gives a little nod before exiting the room to find his cousin. “What in the world does he possibly see in that creature? Surely he’s not in love with her. After all, we were taught to hunt them, not fall in love and have families with them” he thinks to himself. As he rounds the corner of the first floor, which leads into the grand hall, he can’t help but to hear the sound of the piano playing. “Now who would be playing the piano at this time of the night?” he wonders. 

 

As he enters the grand hall, he notices Ector who is playing the piano. He stands behind his cousin, watching him play until he’s finished. Folding the fall-board over the keys of the piano, he turns to find Thatcher standing right behind him. “Oh my! I mean, I didn’t know I had anyone listening” Ector says shockingly. “I…didn’t know you played so wonderfully. In fact, I didn’t know you played at all” Thatcher says. “There’s alot of things you don’t know about me cousin, and I know you didn’t just come in here for a drink. I’m sorry to hear about Shelly. Kristen can be evil at times, but there is a good side to her as well,” Ector tells him as he takes a drink from his whiskey. “Yes…well… Kristen asked that I find you and bring you to her. She’s in labor, and she wants you there” Thatcher informs him. “You’re the one who should be there with her, not me,” Ector mumbles to himself. “I didn’t quite catch that, can you repeat that?” Thatcher asks. “I said, lead the way, and I’ll follow you” Ector replies. Thatcher gives a little nod and leads Ector to Kristen’s room. “Now Majesty, I need you to push” Agnes tells Kristen. “The hell with pushing! This baby will remain in my womb until my fiance gets his rear end in here!” Kristen snarls. “I’m here. Darling, I’m right here” Ector says sweetly as he takes Kristen’s hand. “Thank goodness! Her Majesty has been nothing but rude and just pure mean. Two of my nurses had to leave the room, because she kicked one and bit the other. If her Majesty ever has another child, you will simply have to find another midwife for the job, because I refuse to have her for a patient!” Agnes tells Ector. Kristen shoots Agnes a “Just wait until I get you alone” look before telling her she’s ready to cooperate. 

The nurse checks Kristen’s vitals and tells her to begin pushing, while Lady Regina places a cool towel over Kristen’s forehead and soothingly says, “It won’t be long until your precious little bundle will be here.” Agnes then helps Kristen out of her gown before getting into position, and tells her to “Push, push, push!” Kristen braces herself while she screams out in pain. As she gives one good strong push, the nurse exclaims, “That’s it Majesty, your little man is almost here! Another big push like that, and we will welcome your little one into the world!” Ector smiles at Kristen, but see’s that she’s becoming very tired as he squeezes her hand, “Come on darling, you can do this. Just focus on your breathing, and we’ll see our little prince in a matter of no time at all.” “The hell with my breathing! You have the easy part, just sitting there and holding my hand, and telling me everything’s going to be ok. Why don’t you just trade places with me and see just how EASY it really is huh?” Ector gives Kristen an apologetic look as another contraction gets her to focus her attention back on Agnes. “Alright Majesty, one more big push now, and your little one will be free from your womb” Agnes tells her. Kristen gives a little nod and struggles to give another big push. She puts all of her strength into it, and within a few moments, a tiny cry comes from a tiny baby. “It’s a boy!” Agnes calls out as she removes the umbilical cord from him and hands him over to the nurse who cleans him up. Wrapping him up in a warm blue blanket, the nurse then hands him over to Kristen. “What a strapping young lad! What shall we name him?” Ector asks. Kristen smiles sweetly before saying, “I think I’ll name him Alistair, named after the previous king of Blue Haven.” 

 

“Just why would you name your child after my father?” Thatcher asks curiously upon entering the room. “I knew your father very well, and I think it fits considering my son was born here in Blue Haven. Not to mention, that Ector and I are engaged” Kristen replies. “Just great! That’s exactly what we need, is for one of you creatures to reside here, and marry into the family!” Thatcher scoffs as he exits the room. “He’ll come around darling, you’ll see,” Ector says as he runs his fingers through Kristen’s hair. “Sweetheart, would you be a dear, and send for Alex and Thistle. I would like to have a word with them” Kristen asks. “Of course darling. What should I tell them this is all about?” Ector asks curiously. “You can tell them I would love to make them both God parents of little Alistair here. I’m sure they will love the idea of being Godparents to our little boy” Kristen smiles. Ector then agrees, and kisses Kristen’s forehead before heading off to find Alex and Thistle. A few moments later, just after hearing the news of Kristen giving birth, Lestat enters the room, followed by Ector, Alex, and Thistle. “Oh Kristen, he’s so tiny and precious! A very handsome young prince indeed!” Thistle exclaims. As everyone is in awe, the nurse returns to Kristen’s bedside, “Sorry to interrupt, but I’m need’n to clean and stitch her Majesty up” Nurse Mildred says. As the group gives the nurse a little room. Nurse Mildred lifts up the sheets before sighing, ” Oy a mud butt.” Lestat and Ector glance over at the nurse as she’s holding a small log with a cloth. Immediately a look of disgust washes over their faces, for Kristen had pooed herself while she was giving birth. “Is that what I think it is?” Ector asks the nurse. Nurse Mildred shrugs before saying, “Pooing while giving birth is quite common. You two should try carrying a watermelon between your legs and see if you wouldn’t poop while pushing an eight pound being out,” she says as she finishes up with Kristen.

A few awkward moments of silence spreads across the room before Alex says, “So…uh…you wanted to see us?” “Yes. Please, come sit” Kristen says pointing to two chairs by her bedside. I would like to know how you two would feel about becoming little Alistair’s Godparents?” Kristen asks. “I…I mean we would be honored, but why choose us? I’m sure you have royals who are higher up in rank who would be more trustworthy,” Thistle replies. Kristen shakes her head, “There is no one else who I would trust and who are more loyal to me than the two of you.” Alex smiles widely before saying, “Then we’ll gladly be his Godparents!” A tear spills from Kristen’s eye as she says, “Then I have one more thing that I need you to do for me.” “W-What is it?” Thistle asks curiously. “I need you to take my son and hide him, and raise him as your own. If something happens to me, the Fae and the humans will surely kill him. I want him to live a long happy life, but don’t let him live his life without knowing who I am, and make sure to tell him that I loved him so much, that I had to make sure he was safe in good hands” Kristen explains. “We can’t do this. I mean we know nothing about taking care of a baby,” Thistle says. “But, we can try. She’s right about the Fae and the humans wanting to kill the baby. They won’t take any chances on him turning on them when he gets older,” Alex explains to Thistle. “Which is why I need you two to do this for me. They will never suspect the two of you would be raising my child. Thistle, you are stronger than what you think. You can use magic to hide yourselves and to make sure you are never found. Alex, you know how to wield a sword and to protect yourself from harms way. I trust you two more than I trust anyone, including my own father. He would turn his back on me the first chance he would get. Please say you will do this for me?” Kristen pleas. Alex gives a little nod before saying, “Alright, we’ll do it. I can’t see any harm coming to a harmless little baby. You have our word that he will be safe, but there is something I would like to do before we leave our home.” “What is it? Kristen asks curiously. Alex leans in and whispers in Kristen’s ear, “I would like to make Thistle my wife.” Kristen smiles sweetly and whispers in return, “Then do it. We can prepare for the preparations at once if you so wish.” 

Thistle who is looking quite confused asks what’s going on before Alex rises from his seat. “Thistle, I have been carrying this around for the past few weeks not knowing exactly how I was going to ask you this, and frankly I’m still pretty nervous about asking you” Alex begins before Thistle rises from her seat in confusion, “W-What do you want to ask me, and what has you so scared?” Alex then takes a knee before reaching into his pocket and pulls out a small black box. With trembling hands, Alex says, “I have searched for many years for a woman like you, and I finally found you. Thistle, will you make me the luckiest man alive, and be my wife?” Thistle places a hand over her mouth, in shock not knowing exactly what to say. She looks deep into his eyes, and she can see how deep his love runs for her. “there is one condition though. I don’t want to marry you as Thistle, I want to marry you  as Sheila Mills. Tears stream down her rosie cheeks before shouting, “YES!” Alex then places the diamond engagement ring upon her ring finger, and hugs her tightly, “I love you Sheila, always have, always will,” he tells her. “I love you too,” she says in return. “Wonderful! We can start the preparations at once!” Kristen says joyfully. “Actually, I would like a more private wedding if you don’t mind. You see I don’t have many friends other than yourself and Ector, and I highly doubt that any of the others will come to our wedding. Besides, I don’t do well crowds anyways,”Thistle says. Kristen gives a little nod before saying, “As you wish. I can send for the priest and have him meet you in the royal garden if you wish.” As Thistle smiles widely, and thanks Kristen for all she has done for her, and she and Alex make their way to meet the priest in the garden before taking little Alistair into hiding.

After Alex and Thistle leave Blue Haven, the trumpets blare the royal fanfare, and the guards announce the arrival of Princess Melina and Tristan. Thatcher pulls Melina into a gentle hug before asking curiously, “Just who is the young man that’s with you? He’s not one of them is he?” “It’s a long story, and no, he isn’t one of them” she replies. Thatcher gives a little nod before filling Melina on everything that has happened since he was taken by the lycans. Gasping Melina says, “My poor mother! Can I see her?” “I don’t see why not, only she’s still lying on her bed in a lifeless state. I’m only giving her a few more hours to show some kind of sign that she’s coming back to us. You’re baby brother Elijah, is in the nursery if you would like to see him” Thatcher replies. Melina raises a brow in confusion before asking, “My mother was with child? How is it even possible that she wasn’t showing any signs of pregnancy?” Thatcher shrugs, “The doctor doesn’t know for sure, but she’s pretty sure your mother had no idea she was with child before taking her journey to Dragon Valley. Cm’on and I’ll take you to see your mother.” “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Lestat calls out from behind them. “Why not? I have journeyed a long way to find her. If she doesn’t regain consciousness, I would at least like to say goodbye,” Melina replies with tears in her eyes. Lestat shakes his head, “You don’t get it do you? Thanks to my lovely sister, she will come back to us, but not as a human or faery. If she should wake while you’re sitting at her bedside, you could very well be her first meal.” “Y-You mean…she’ll be just like you?” Melina asks hesitantly. Lestat gives a little nod, “Yes, she will come back a vampire. I would never keep you and your mother apart, but in this case it’s for your own safety.” “Is my brother a vampire too?” Melina asks. “No. Elijah took after Thatcher, and is completely human. You’re more than welcome to visit with him if you would like,” Lestat tells her. “Alright, I’ll visit with him, but I want to be informed as soon as there are any changes with my mother,” Melina replies. Lestat gives a little nod, before Melina heads to the nursery.