disposal to do this. It will be hard, but you will succeed.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Faith.”
“Faith? That’s what you’re going on?” Ally wished that she had her grandmothers confidence.
“Alessandra,” Adele placed her hand on her granddaughter’s and looked into her eyes. “Without faith, there is no hope, and without hope, there is no chance of victory.” She looked to the mountains. “There is a saying that from the greatest tragedy comes the greatest triumph. You have suffered a great tragedy sweetie, make your parents proud and turn it into your biggest triumph.”
Ally gazed off into the distance. What her Gran had said was true, but she needed some time to let things sink in.
“I’m going to see if Sophie needs any help with those cookies,” Adele said. “Just sit here and listen. Some of our greatest immortals walked this land, perhaps they will be an inspiration to you.”
Alessandra glanced at her Gran and gave her what she hoped was a sincere looking smile. Her mind was being pulled in so many directions, she felt her head might explode, but the mountains seemed to calm her. She decided to move to the rattan day bed and look out at the view. Maybe some wise ancestor would speak to her. Crazier things than that have happened today.
When she lay down she was happy to find that it was as soft and comfortable as it had appeared. The tension flowed out of her, and her eye lids felt so heavy. Maybe a nap will do me good, she thought.
She pulled the warm feather quilt at the end of the day bed over her. It was so snug and comfortable. It also happened to be the very same shade of purple from her bedroom back home. Perhaps James had done that, or it might have been just a coincidence. Her mind began to wander as she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep filled with dreams.
Chapter Fourteen
“Come quickly, we’re under attack!” an unknown Immortal yelled to the warriors assembled in front of him. “The vampires have descended upon us. We must defeat them. Follow me!”
“Hurrah!” they all cried and surged forward behind the leader. One hundred Immortal warriors had answered the call for help that the leader had sent out.
Late at night as the moon was sitting high in the sky, the vampire army had taken the form of a light grey fog, descending upon the land of the immortals to begin their slaughter.
“Damian, come quickly. We cannot defeat them! Something has happened to make them our equal in strength. There are too many,” James communicated to his brother Damian with urgency and confusion.
“What has happened brother? It's not possible that they are as strong as us.”
“I don’t know but it’s true…our only chance of survival is with an army of immortal men but even then I don’t know if we can defeat them…they have already taken half the village.”
“We are coming from the south and will be there in five minutes. Do what you can little brother.”
What has happened? Damian wondered.
Five minutes later they emerged into the chaos. The scene before him sent a chill through his very soul. Blood was spilled everywhere. The lifeless corpses of men, women and children were scattered on the ground. The earth was crying out in pain. He could feel it.
I must warn her to take cover where she is, Damian thought. I couldn’t bear it if she was destroyed too.
He sent her the news via the way of their kind. “Our village is under attack from the vampires. You must stay where you are. Take cover and let no one find you. I could not bear it if I lost you my love.”
His soul mate replied, “I will my love, please come back to me when you can.”
“I promise you that I will come back,” Damian promised then broke the connection. She curled into a ball beside the fire that he had built for her in their house before leaving.
It lay within the mountains and was well concealed from the world. She would be safe, but she couldn’t shake the feeling her warrior would not come back to her, as promised.
Back in the midst of the chaos, Damian screamed to his men, “Attack!”
His heart was breaking at the loss he felt. He would make the vampires pay for this.
Damian steered his trusty steed into the throng and began beheading as many vampires as he could. They could burn the corpses later. This would