Legacy of Blood - By J. L. McCoy Page 0,7
will forgive me for doing what I thought was right, even though you believe it wasn’t.”
I sighed as I acknowledged the sorrow and guilt on his face. I may have really wanted to, but I couldn’t be mad at Archer. My being a vampire wasn’t his fault, it was Amun’s. If Archer hadn’t been there, I would have been turned anyway, but awoke a monster instead.
Amun’s name suddenly triggered a strong memory and I closed my eyes to concentrate on it. I was getting fuzzy flashes of a field of red flowers, the intense feeling of hatred, tan smoke, burning pain, and a sinister smile. I focused intently and tried to make sense of the images.
I gasped as I opened my colorless eyes and met Archer’s in the mirror. “I-I think I had another dream about him. Well, maybe not a dream…but a-a vision perhaps? I don’t really know. It felt different than a dream.” I tried frantically to explain then shook my head. “Anyway, I believe I know why I was turned…I mean I think I know how it happened.”
“You do?” Archer asked, shocked, as he stood up straighter. “Tell me everything.”
I relayed the dream as best I could and when I was done, Archer’s eyes were as colorless as mine. “How?!” he growled in anger. “How could we have missed that? Hunter and I both read your mind. How could we miss him sharing a piece of his soul with you?” He frustratedly ran his fingers through his hair and sighed as he turned his back on me and began pacing the room, deep in thought and torrid with his fury. “At least your rage makes sense to me now. I’ll admit, I had no idea what was causing it, but I knew it was amiss. I just had a bad feeling and I couldn’t put my finger on it.”
Archer growled fiercely and flashed over to the corner of the room, picked up a focus mitt and launched it at one of the glass weapons cases on the other side of the basement. It hit the case with unbelievable speed and immediately shattered the whole thing, knocking swords and shillelaghs off the wall. “Damnú air! That son of a bitch! Using a human to get to me…to us!”
His rage triggered something deep within me and my heart beat sped up in excitement. My lungs rapidly inflated and deflated with each breath I took, each scent of the room bombarding my brain with untold information about my surroundings. My muscles tensed; I felt everything in me coil like a snake as my body readied itself to respond at a millisecond’s notice. I vaguely felt a weird pinching sensation in my gums and my fangs slid down with a snick; it was loud to my newly sensitive vampire hearing. I felt a deep rumble in my chest as I growled lowly, animalistically, ready to join in on his destruction.
Archer turned to me with wide, alarmed eyes and immediately calmed himself when he saw my reaction. “Sorry,” he placated, putting his hands up. “I shouldn’t have done that. I know you’re still new and trying to control your emotions. I didn’t mean to excite you, Skye. Take a deep breath and relax. Your eyes are black again.” I reached up in a daze and touched the tips of my fingers to my lateral incisors. My new fangs were long, strong and surprisingly sharp. The foreign feel of them set me in awe as the unexpected excitement I felt started to wane.
Suddenly, the door to the basement flew open and several members of The Faithful flashed down the stairs to stand a few feet from me. I took a couple steps back as Archer grabbed my arm, pulling me to him, and positioned me behind his towering body.
Chapter Three
I slowly peeked around Archer as the familiar face spoke.
“I see she wakes,” Ruarc, second in command of the Army of The Faithful, said as he glared at me with distain. “You think to hide what she is from us, Fearchar? You know we have been sent here to oversee the change. Present her at once so we may see her transformation. If she is of God, An Dilis have no issues here, brother. But I have my doubts; we’ve heard of her eyes, the unassisted beginnings of her transformation, and believe she is of the devil himself. Amun is an unholy abomination and we trust she is as well.”
“She is of God, brother,