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Elian’s Awakening-Chapter Three-Served

Elian’s Awakening-Chapter Three-Served

Elian woke up still sitting on the couch where he had been reading the night before. He shifted and a loud thump told him that he hadn’t put the book he was reading up. It had been in his lap and now it was on the floor. Forgoing picking up the book, Elian just stepped around it to get away from the couch. He was so stiff that he figured the only way to fix it was to stretch.

Running up the stairs, taking two at a time, Elian changed into a pair of sweats and moved to the garden. He spent an hour fixing every single thing that was kinked up on his body and when he was done, he was better for it. He figured he hadn’t been a run yet. He’d been spending too much time working on getting his affairs straightened out and the destruction of the Belrock diner was nearly complete. January had been a busy month and so far February wasn’t going to be any slower.

The spaces in Washington Square were being remodeled at the current moment and when those were done, the businesses that were in there were going to move into them temporarily and then back to their original spots. The only place that was opting to work around the remodel was the pet store. There was way too much to move for them to move back and forth. James was becoming a friend despite how much he knew the wolf was keeping from him. He understood it all. If Elian needed to know, James told him. If it was best saved for a later day, James wouldn’t tell him.

The trust he had in his lawyer was strange given that the man sometimes treated him like a child but after his disappearing act, Elian agreed that he had acted a little bit like a child. He was dropped into a world that was so strange that having anyone that he could cling to made his life better.

Running always cleared Elian’s mind and when he got back from his run he made himself a promise to take a run at night in the woods in the next week in his wolf form. He could feel the wolf inside of him wanting to be let out. When he rounded the corner that gave him the view of his house, he smiled. While he had been gone he had really let himself miss his home. He’d never felt truly at home anywhere and with Caleb’s pack, he had figured out what home was.

It wasn’t until he was nearer the property that he noticed there was something taped to his front door. He picked up the pace but still had to wait for a car to pass before he could cross the street safely. He had brought no weapon with him. His dagger that Caleb had given him was up in the house. That’s when he noticed something new on his porch other than the letter. There was a wall decoration that had a dagger worked into it. The symbol of the house Darkan was on the hilt of the dagger. He reached up for it and found that it slipped out easy. There was a note tucked in the sheath of the dagger. He pulled it out and read it.

For those things that you will want to touch but shouldn’t. This dagger served your ancestors well. I hope it serves you well.

Elian crumpled the note and then turned back to the door. He used the tip of the dagger to cut the tape that was on his door. Nothing happened but still he used the tip again to lift the envelope up. Nothing happened this time either. He quickly cut a slit in the top of the envelope and let the letter drop out. It was thick parchment, not anything like what humans used now. That’s when he saw the name on the envelope. Elian Darkan. Someone knew who he was. There was no smell around the house. Nothing out of the ordinary at all.

His gaze moved to the letter on the ground and he reached down to grab it and read it. The writing was thick and flowing like it wasn’t done with a pen but something else that. There were globs of ink in pausing points on the paper. It had to have been wrote with a quill.

Lord Elian Darkan,

We are the Mystic’s Court and we congratulate you on finding out your heritage. Your name changed was registered with us and we are happy to the Darkan’s once again among the influential of the Mystics.

The Matian Family Line has accused you of stealing that which is not yours when it comes to the inheritance of their daughter Gail Matian-Coats. We are calling this to matter on the date of April 6th in year of 2015. The court will be arriving before that date and the location of the court setting will be revealed to you then.

                                                                        Have a Good Day,

                                                                        The Mystic Court

Elian stared at the letter as he pulled his cell phone out of his pants pocket. He looked away from the letter to make sure that he was calling the correct person. Holding the phone to his ear, he waited while it dialed, reading the letter again.

“Atrian Law Offices.”

“I need to speak to James, please.”

“May I ask who is calling?”

Elian snorted. “Elian Darkan.”

“Lord Darkan, Mr. Atrian left a note to tell you that he would be back in town in three days that he is unavailable even by cell phone. Would you like to leave a message?”

“NO.” Elian hung up looking at the phone in disgust. He threw the phone onto the couch and leaned back reading the letter again. There was so much in that little letter. Both James and Raven hadn’t told him a thing about the Mystic Court. He had no clue what it was or who it was.

Grabbing the book on werewolf law that he had found in Raven’s library, he started to flip through it. There was no index. He ran his eyes over each page looking for the word court. It was nowhere on any of the pages. He stopped about thirty pages in and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed Raven’s number just to be sent straight to voice mail. Her phone was off.

“Raven, it’s me. Elian. I…I need help with something. Please call me as soon as you get this. It’s really important.” Hanging up, Elian just stared at his phone. He didn’t want to mention the court over the phone. He’d give her an hour and then he was going to go over to her house.

That hour was spent looking through all the books he had brought home. He called Raven again and this time it rang a few times before it went to voicemail. He sent a text message off and then left his house. It would only take a minute or so to get there while running. His running speed was a little more than normal human speed but there were few people around. It was a normal workday and most people were at work, there were not a lot to catch him.

Raven’s house stood at the edge of the hill leading down to the Ohio River. Elian moved up to the door and entered his code in to enter the house. He opened the door as soon as the device lit up green to tell him it was safe. The smell of cinnamon, ozone, and metal was faint. Like they had both been gone a few hours as the minimum. Still, he went to every single room and checked it. There was only one room that was locked and Elian didn’t want to invade her privacy. He could hear that a window was cracked and no other sounds in the room. He was pretty sure that it was empty and moved on. When he was sure that she wasn’t in a room on any floor in the place, Elian moved to the outside of the house in the back.

The shift was easy. He had gone between his forms enough to where his wolf form was just as familiar as his human skin. He found a trace of Raven at the edge of the river. There was a scent in the middle of her smell but he wasn’t sure what it was. He knew that the panther form that she took didn’t smell any different than her Vampire form so he knew it wasn’t that. He had no clue what the smell was.

Following her trail, Elian tracked her to the edge of town where she moved away from the river to the edge of the highway and into the woods of the Vincent area. He thought that it was odd. She never ever talked about anything in that area and he knew that she wasn’t hunting. Raven preferred to hunt at night and it wasn’t night. Night was a while away. Hours away.

Raven’s scent led him to the Coolville. It ended there. He was used to tracking a smell and it disappearing but this was different. The smell diffused like it hit a wall and nothing was on the other side of it. He stepped back and found that the scent was just as strong as he thought it was and then another step forward and it seemed to diffuse over a nearly ten square feet up area.

The mystery of tracking Raven would have to wait because there was so much else that he needed to do. The run back to his house was quick. It was a Sunday so Jess wasn’t at work and he had no clue where she lived. If he hadn’t heard from Raven or James by the morning, he would visit Jess at the library.

Stress wore Elian out so that when night fell, he was asleep in the garden when Raven called. The sound of his cell phone ringing inside the house pulled him from a dream. He could barely remember the dream at all but waking from it felt off. It wasn’t like his other dreams this dream had felt wonderful. Like he was being pulled from heaven.

The ringing phone stopped and the silence drew Elian’s gaze to the inside of the house where a few seconds later a beep let Elian know that he had a voicemail. Cursing, Elian jumped up from the bench in the gazebo and ran into the house. He grabbed his cell phone and looked at who called and it was Raven. He quickly pressed the button for his voicemail and then waited. When it prompted he dialed his pin and then was rewarded with Raven’s voice.

“Elian, I can tell you are upset. Please call me back. I’m sorry I was out of range all day and I just got to an area where there is cell service. I am on my way back to Belpre. I’ll be at your house in about thirty minutes but please call me back.” The message ended and Elian hung up so that he could call her back. She answered before the ring was fully finished. There was a strange noise on her end of the call. “Elian?”

“Raven, what is the Mystic Court?”

At first, Elian thought that she wasn’t going to answer. There was the noise that had been there and then it was gone. It was like she had stopped doing everything. He couldn’t even hear her breathing. Then the engine of a vehicle roared like it had been pumped. The engine drowned out every other single thing in Elian’s mind and then Raven took a breath.

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. I want to see the summons and don’t touch it any more than you have to. Charity will be there in two minutes, she at the house. Bring your laptop down so we can talk to James.”

“I tried to get ahold of him. His office said he wasn’t in and I…”

“Elian, I’ll get a hold of him.” The sound cut out and Elian looked at his phone. She had hung up on him. He just stared at his phone in shock but after a minute he did run up and grab his laptop which he hadn’t used for over a week. He set it up on the coffee table in his living room and moved to the kitchen to start a kettle of water.

A knock on his door pulled Elian from filling of the kettle. He finished it and turned on the stove before he moved to the door. He opened it and there stood a woman who he was shocked to be looking at. She looked stunning in a red evening gown and her hair in curls that draped around her face.

“This had better be worth it Darkan, I was probably going to get laid by a man who is hung like a horse tonight.” She moved right past him and sat down on his couch without even a by your leave or anything. He closed the door, still in shock as he watched her pull out papers from a case he hadn’t noticed. She looked at the computer and then pulled up Skype. She started to type in a few things, logging him out of his account and then into hers. It was seconds later and James’s face was filling up the screen.

“What in the ever loving hell is worth getting me up at one am after I had drinks with Russians, Charity?” James leaned back and he could be seen in his bed at a very posh looking hotel. He was keeping the camera away from the other side of the bed and Elian thought for sure that he had someone with him. Then he shifted and the camera went wonky and Elian could see the other side was empty.

“Little puppy Darkan got a letter from the Court. I haven’t looked at it yet but I am sure that it’s not good. Raven is minutes out and she wants your help.”

“Let me know when she gets there. I’ll start sending messages and be leaving in the morning. The Verdan boy is in town with his jet. I am owed a favor and I can be in Columbus in a few hours and inside Belpre an hour after that.” The window minimized and the rustle of bedclothes could be heard. A curse from the computer told them that he was having trouble getting dressed.

The front door slammed and Elian turned with his dagger in his hand and Raven just stood there laughing at him. She took a step back and looked out on the porch where the dagger had been. She pulled another dagger from a pocket on her light coat and put it in the sheath there.

“I’ll bring the other three later. I had that one with me to drop off tonight.” Raven moved over to where Charity was and Elian saw that she had the envelope in her hand. He had left it on the porch and Elian cursed himself for that.

Charity pulled a small leather bound case from inside her larger case and opened it up. Inside were vials of things. Elian moved closer to see what they were. Every single vial was clear like there was water inside. She pulled a vial and something else that was behind the vial. She unstoppered the vial and a small prong came out with the lid. There was a clasp on the device she had pulled and she opened it and dropped three drops of the liquid off the prong into it and then closed it. The envelope was laid on the table and the device sprayed a fine mist over the paper. If he had been human, he would have never seen it. She set the envelope down and then turned to Elian.

“Where’s the letter?” Charity’s hand was out and he could tell she was impatient.

“Here.” Elian picked it up from where he had set it on the kitchen counter and started to walk it to the girls. As soon as it was in reach, she had pulled it from his hand and the spray was applied to it as well.

“When was it put there?”

“Sometime this morning. I was out. I tried to get ahold of James as soon as I found it and then you.”

“It’s a good thing that you got ahold of her,” James said as his window on the computer opened back up to full size. Charity held up the envelope up to the camera. “Shit.”

Raven started to read the letter aloud and Elian felt the dread fall over him again. It sounded worse being read aloud and with Raven’s voice. He let himself drop into a chair that was in James’s line of sight.

“I don’t understand this,” James said. The rustle of papers came loud over the speaker.

“I don’t either,” Charity answered as she took looked over papers.

“What I don’t understand is what the Mystic Court is and that I have family out there?”

“I’ve been over the Matians with you, Elian. They are not your family,” Raven sounded mad but Elian wasn’t sure if it was at him or not. She sighed and turned to fully face him. “Digging into the Matian family line, I’ve found that you are the grandson of the current Patriarch of the family. Zain Matian is a man who used his own daughter to try and destroy the Darkan family line. I found out that your mother was supposed to kill you in the womb and then stay with your father until he died, faking being able to have any more children.”

“When were you going to tell me this?” Elian asked. He stood up and moved closer to the Vampire but she quickly countered him by standing as well.

“When I had proof which I got today. Would you like to see the report from the private investigator that Charity hired?” Raven’s eyes were so bright with anger that they shone a light purple. Elian took a step back.

“Elian, just calm down. Raven and I are both to blame for the thing with the Mystic Court. I figured I could fly you under the radar for a while longer. I asked her not to tell you about it unless you asked first. Please just calm down. We will go over all of this.”


“There are Mystics that go their entire life and never even see any member of the Court.” Charity gives Elian a smile.


“As Raven has told you, the Mystics prefer to govern themselves. The only time the Court steps in and takes over something is if the humans start to notice.”

“What about the death of my parents?”

“That’s taking time to trace back to Zain,” Charity admitted and Elian could tell that she didn’t like to admit it.

The kettle started to go off and Raven gave Elian a weird look before she stood up and moved to the kitchen. Elian heard his cupboards doors open and close and then one opened and didn’t shut until he heard the clink of two mugs on the counter. The stove was shut off and he heard pouring. There was another look through doors and drawers and Elian wasn’t sure what she was looking for this time. The smell of the tea was wafting through the house and Elian admitted that he was thirsty. Raven appeared seconds later with two mugs of steaming tea and a small glass of something that Elian wasn’t sure what it was. She handed a mug to Elian and set one down where she was sitting. The smaller glass she handed to Charity who took a sip that was barely enough to wet her mouth but Charity smiled at her.

“Fae whiskey. When did you get such good tastes, Elian?” Charity asked as she looked over at him with a shocked look on her face.


“I slipped it inside the house before he left. I figured he could use it if he ever got back.”

Charity smiled and she turned back to the computer and waved at James.

“So, the fact that the Matians are escalating means that they really think that they are going to win. They want the Courts to do their dirty work.”

“WHAT?” Elian asked as he set down his mug. “They want to kill me.”

“And if you are convicted of taking an inheritance that doesn’t belong to you…The Courts will kill you.” Raven moved to stand beside him. “They can’t touch the Darkan money. That passed from Dmitry directly to you with your name on it. That’s easy enough to prove. Hell, I have a copy of the papers. I am going to have James file that in the morning. Dmitry went through human banks but it’s still legal by the Court.”

“What about my name change?”

“Again, human courts but still legal with the Mystics. James will take care of that as well. James kept the estate account of your parents as it was and has just been using it. The bank account for the café is the same and we’ve not touched the money in it other than to pay bills and employees.”

“Am I going to get in trouble for keeping the business up and running?”

“No.” Charity was rifling through papers and she pulled one out. “It’s reasonable that you would keep it going during the estate phase of the human court and it’s the same with Mystic Court. We will just have to make sure that no one touches that money.”

“The café here will be fine, you are using your own money for it and we will just have to call it something else. I can file the papers in the morning. We will be fine as far as it goes.”

“What is the Court, though?”

“It’s a single person from each race. Usually chosen by a committee of that race when the other wants to step down. The five Immortals chose whoever they want to send at each summons. The Fae and the Witches have used the same person for nearly a hundred years while the Vampires and the Wolves have used the same since the death of our houses. Dmitry and my mother were the chosen for our races up until their death.”

“Why do the Immortals chose a different one each time?”

“It’s not always different but they have a meeting between the five of them and then the chosen one appears in the town usually weeks before the time of the court and they hide out.” James’s voice sounded tired and Elian felt bad about that but he needed his lawyer here.


Raven laughed a little and Elian looked at her. There was a far way look in her eye and he wasn’t sure that he liked it. “The Immortals are just the five, Elian. They are all paranoid bastards. They have been in hiding since the attack on our families. Yes, they have children who are wandering around but they are all as paranoid as their Immortal parent.”

“Who do you think is going to come?” James asked. He sighed and then rustled some papers. “Will it be Albin?”

“I don’t think so. As soon as the Matians called them to order, one of them came here and scoped out everything. Wrenwood is who normally does that. I figure that he will be the one who comes for the Court.”

“Why?” James’ voice didn’t sound normal and Elian turned to where he could see the man’s face. “He’s a bastard.”

“He also knew Amelia Cork and well…” Raven trailed off and James’ face flushed. Elian wanted to ask about it but the way that Charity leaned into her sister, the words were lost in Elian’s throat. “We have two months. The Court won’t tell us who is coming but I have a good idea on all of them. They are fair. It’s the Matians we have to worry about.”

“Am I fucked?”

“No. The Courts just need to be made aware of all that we have. Charity?”

“I’ll push my other cases off on others. This will be my main case. That way one of us can be here the entire time. James, when you get into town, we’ll talk and then I am going to London. Raven, I need Stone’s number and you need to have her let me into the castles.”


“I won’t touch her.” Charity held up her hands in supplication and then she was smiling lewdly at Raven. Elian wasn’t sure what that was about but the three of them weren’t worried. That still didn’t mean that he didn’t need to be worried. They were used to dealing with the Court. All Elian saw was another way that a family he had never known was trying to kill him. He wanted to know what the Darkan’s had done that they deserved this.

To call the Mystics isolationists is like calling all humans the same. There are Mystics who love to live among the humans. There are those that can’t stand to. Werewolves tend to like to live in packs. Fae live wherever there is forest. Witches live more among the humans. Vampires fall somewhere between Witches and Werewolves. The Immortal Five, they rarely reveal where they live but tend to have issues with Vampires, Fae, and Witches with little fanfare but it’s rarely escalated.

Chapter Four

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Posted by on August 31, 2014 in Ancient Mystics



Elian’s Awakening-Chapter Two-Education

Elian’s Awakening-Chapter Two-Education

Raven Shadow took her tray of breakfast food out onto the balcony that overlooked the Ohio River. She’d had a late night working at the coffee shop so she had gotten little sleep. She normally didn’t need a lot of sleep but she hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep the week before. She needed to average about two hours a night and lately she hadn’t been able to get even half an hour.

There was a folder of paperwork on the table. She had set it there before she had gone down to make breakfast and had just ended up making up a fruit plate from the left over fruit from the meeting she had the night before. The sound of her housemate drifted up to where she was. Charity Shadow was her sister by blood and a bite. A companion for over the ages. Charity had been gone when the disasters had happened. As a new vampire she had balked at the pressure of what she had to do to maintain the Shadow name and had run as soon as she could. For the past hundred years though, she had stayed by Raven in thick and thin.

After the death of their parents, Charity had taken to schooling. With the turn of the nineteenth century into the twentieth, Charity had gone to college to be a lawyer. She had a hard road but she had prevailed and had started to take care of the Shadow estates. She was a bloodthirsty lawyer and a wonderful woman.

“Morning, sister,” Charity said as she dropped into the chair opposite Raven but she didn’t block Raven’s view of the river. It wasn’t much of a view given that it was January and all the trees were dead looking.

“Morning. You didn’t have to get up with me. The sun isn’t fully up.”

“I want to get to Athens and start filing the papers we need. The humans are receptive and there are a few who aren’t but the money that you are offering is worth it to them.”

“Make sure that there is enough for them to move. Remember that if they want their house, we can get it moved for them.” Raven sipped at her tea and looked at the list with sixteen names on it. Fourteen of the names had already signed contracts to leave their land and move elsewhere. At nearly an average of two million per person is wasn’t that bad of a cost. The last two names were playing hard to get and while Raven was willing to pay them ten million each to get off the land, she didn’t want to.

“I know. I know.” Charity stuck her tongue out as she plopped a chunk of pineapple in her mouth.

Raven giggled at the antics of her sister. She was stoic in the court room and dealing with anything legal but like Raven she sometimes just needed to let go. Raven moved the list of names and then looked at the aerial shot of the land she was trying to purchase. It was around eight square miles of land that was mostly uninhabited. The humans that did live there were farmers and isolationists but it was the only place that Raven liked. The Mid-Ohio Valley was the perfect place for the Mystics to call home. There was no way that all the Mystics of the world would fit, living there but it would be good enough to settle a capital there.

“He’s here,” Charity said, in a low voice.

Raven turned her head to look away from the paper and to look at her sister. She gave her a look to tell her to continue. He was a very vague term that could be used to describe so many in her life.

“You’ve not been out and about as anyone other than Rae. You may not look like Rae but you are Rae and you protect your nose from the smells of the humans. You didn’t notice but I did. That wolf of yours, Elian Coats, is back in town.”

Raven stopped, dropping her fork as she did. She looked up at Charity with a startled look in her eye. Charity pulled a piece of paper from the bottom of a stack of papers that had been hers the night before. She handed it over. It was a copy of a driver’s license.

“I went to the courthouse yesterday. This was on file as well as the copy of the change.”

The license looked like any normal Ohio driver’s license. Raven looked it over several times before the change caught her eye. Elian Darkan.

“Did the…?”

“Yes, the court did. I contacted Lady Lake myself. They are aware but are keeping it under wraps. Lady Lake is making sure that no one who could make issues knows. Given the nature of what happened with his mother and father, Lady Lake is saying that as far as she is concerned he filed the papers with them.”

“What is Atrian doing?” Raven took more papers that Charity handed her. She looked all of them over. It was the copy of the name change and everything to do with the human aspect of Elian’s life but there was nothing for the Mystic side of his life.

“It’s a tactic that I am well aware of. Elian would not take the fall for it. He’s a child, Raven. The court won’t punish him. I think that he is playing a game of cat and mouse with the rest of the Matians. As long as he doesn’t exist for the courts, then the Matians can’t go after him that way. They have to use brute force. If they do, the Matians look like bullies. They attacked a poor little baby who had no way of knowing that he needed to register with the courts. Hell, you’ve not told them either.”

“That’s because I am in no power to do that. I have played my own game like that. Raven Shadow exists as a bitten on paper. Atrian knows, you know, Elian knows and that’s it. I am a nobody who spends money like humans drink water. I am a petulant child who doesn’t respect the legacy I was left. The courts look down on me and never think twice about me.”

“I know but there is so much that could fuck us.”

“What are the Matians going to do? If they attack, James will escalate it. James has not kept me in the loop and I’ve not really asked to be kept in the loop. Elian made it clear that he wants nothing to do with me anymore. I’m surprised he came back.” Raven picked up her empty plate and moved to the exit of the room, going down into the kitchen. She quickly rinsed her plate and put it up. Charity was right behind her just staring at her. “If you aren’t going to do anything constructive here, leave please.”

Charity stuck her tongue out at Raven before she turned with a swirl of his skirt and left the room. Raven laughed a little and set up cleaning up the kitchen a little. Her work for the day was all paper work. The school was getting ready to open in the fall and she had to fill out more checks for the Rockland Foundation and the Fae who was overseeing the majority of it. That would take her just minutes.

The files she needed for the important work were in her living room, laid out and ready to fill out. Moving to sit at the small desk, Raven quickly signed the checks, put them in the envelopes, and sealed them. Later, she would take them to the post office and have them dropped off.

Raven never set her security system when she was home. If anyone ever made it in and had hostile intent, she was pretty sure that she would be able to take care of them. She even left her front door unlocked most of the time. Her father had always told her not to fear the people who kept themselves locked up tight. It was those would enter a room and not look around, those were the ones to be feared. Those who were so sure of themselves that they did not need to check to see who would or could be coming up against them.

Raven was used to smell town life and she didn’t miss the bustle of the cities she had lived in before she had moved to Belpre to start the community college and other things. The people in Belpre didn’t shove themselves into other business that much. She carried herself as standoffish enough that men didn’t come calling nor did they try and hit on her when she was out.

Weekly rituals kept her mind sane and the fresh game in the area kept her well fed. Hiding the bodies wasn’t that hard of a task. There was a butcher in Barlow who knew of the Mystics, even though he was human, and the man would take the carcasses and cut them up to sell. It was an easy process and it gained Raven some money that wasn’t from the Shadow Family holdings. Charity lived mainly off the money that she earned as a lawyer except for when she moved to a new house. She was the one that handled the money for the holdings but she kept Raven up to date. Raven knew within a million or two what was in the bank at all times and what was in the holdings and properties and all the other things that Charity invested the money in.

Raven’s bedroom was her getaway. It took over nearly the entire upper floor of the house. It had been an attic at some point but Raven had loved the view and had taken out an entire wall and put up glass. To the outer part she added her balcony. It had taken nearly a million dollars to make the house what she wanted but for her it was worth it. It was the first place she had called home since she had left her castle in Scotland. Everywhere else was just a place to stay.

The smell of a Mystic beats a Mystic to where they actually are if that Mystic is upset. The smell of water rushed over Raven and she knew that he was inside because she had closed up the house. She was going to make phone calls and hadn’t wanted the sound to go outside at all.

Raven wasn’t ready for the sight of Elian. He entered her bedroom and seemed to stop when he saw that she was up. He looked surprised to see her awake. She laughed to herself. He looked like he wanted to wake her and see what happened due to it.

Elian had changed in his months away from Belpre. His height hadn’t changed but instead of looking like a too skinny guy he had filled out. He looked like all the other werewolves that Raven dealt with. His entire body was ripped with muscles from running in his wolf form. Raven knew those muscles well. Her’s were smaller and well hidden with her clothes. He was beautiful to her but she knew that she couldn’t let that show. The balance of the relationship had to be maintained. He wasn’t ready for a lover or anything close to it.

“Good morning, Elian,” Raven said as she closed up the folder on the table. She capped her pen and turned to fully face him. He looked at the folder like he wanted to look inside but then he shifted back to just be standing there.

“Good morning, Raven. I…” Elian seemed to hesitate. He looked around the room and took a sniff before he looked at her. “Cinnamon? Ozone? Metal? Make up your mind what you want to smell like!”

“I have. I smell like cinnamon. It’s my sister, Charity that smells like ozone and metal. I still hide the roses but that is my business and not yours.” Grabbing her files, Raven stood up and placed them in the open safe before she closed it. Elian seemed to step forward but he stopped and then backed up. He didn’t move much past a few steps into her bedroom. “I won’t do anything but we can move back downstairs if you will be more comfortable about it.”

“Yes.” Elian spun on his heel and then he was gone.

Waiting a few seconds, Raven listened to him move down the stairs. He made no sound. He had been with a good pack. His human traits that were bad for a Mystic were mostly gone. The ability to move and not make a sound meant life and death to Mystics. She listened to him settle himself in the living room in one of the chairs that afforded him a view of all three entrances on the ground level. She followed him and instead of going to the living room, she went to the kitchen. There was a carafe of tea sitting on the counter and she poured herself a generous mug of it before settling on a couch in the living room that faced Elian.

“What can I do for you, Lord Darkan?” Raven kept her tone even and normal but she saw him jerk at his name.


“Charity is a lawyer. She smelled you in town and did a little digging. I was not happy with her but I can’t control her. She is the face of the Shadows and she is allowed to do what she wants.”

“I thought that you…”

“Charity is the main child. She was rebellious before our parents died but she leveled out after. I on the other hand, the other turned child, I was the one that went rebel. She is the one who get the sympathetic smiles when my name is brought up in conversation. The Matians don’t touch her but they watch her. They don’t fear her like they fear me. While she is definitely a turned Vampire where I have question to that. I was the lavished child. The Shadow line doesn’t make turned Vampires willy nilly. That my mother made two makes other question the parentage of one of us. I don’t this is why you are here though, is it?”

“No,” Elian admitted with a put upon sigh. He relaxed back in the chair and picked at a piece of invisible fluff on his pants. “I lived with a pack of wolves while I was gone. I ran through the mountains and they attacked me for being on their turf. They mainly tried to run me off but when I stood my ground, they relented to check me out. The leader of the pack said that I looked way to human. I wasn’t sure what he meant but when I got a good look at all of them…”

“They looked like physically buff men? Their muscles could kill?” Raven asked.

Elian nodded in answer. “I learned a great deal about myself and who I needed to be by being with them. I will never look bad upon my time with them but I learned something when I was with them. You knew more about werewolves than they knew about themselves. They knew nothing of their history.”

“Caleb’s pack?” Raven watched the shock jump over his face. She was well aware of the packs that could cause issues. Word of his new acquire to the pack hadn’t made it back to her but the size of the pack wasn’t the issue. His pack could quadruple in size and the impact on the land would not be felt. Caleb’s father was keeping her informed on the wolf and his pack. He was worried if Caleb decided to do anything. “I’m aware of the pack and why he and his mates split off from their parents. I am also aware of what they are lacking in history. I know a lot more than you think and don’t worry; Caleb’s pack is nowhere near a nuisance yet.”

“You were watching me!” Elian stood up and moved to loom over her.

Raven relaxed back into her chair and just stared up at him while taking a sip of her tea. “No, I wasn’t made aware of his new pack mate yet. Caleb’s father rarely cares who joins and leaves. Especially if it seems like the person isn’t a forever member. Wolf packs are usually for life but wolves who have turned and none of their immediate family is one, they take a while to find a home. Now, I would prefer if we talked like adults. I don’t appreciate you leaning over me. I am an adult as well as you. Let’s talk like adults.”

Elian at least looked ashamed as he sat down in his chair again. He didn’t lean back this time but instead put his elbows on his knees and stayed leaned forward. “I wanted to apologize for leaving like I did. It was crazy. Caleb talked to me about the love smells as his pack called them.”

“All wolves know of them. New wolves don’t last long without finding out about the love smells. It only works on unchanged wolves but ever wolf should know so that when they have children, they can recognize the scent.”

“The Matians would have killed me wouldn’t they? If I had been unaffected or if someone had broken me from it.”

“Yes.” Raven didn’t want to pull punches when it came to this. “I knew that she wouldn’t be able to kill you. To her you were human. There was no chance of you becoming a wolf. Whatever surveillance they had on you, it was wrong.  They figured you for a sexually experienced young man who had no chance of turning. There was something else they wanted out of you before they killed you. I have no clue what that was. Marie was genuinely scared of you when you were turning. If I hadn’t stepped in she would have killed you.”

“I know that. Now.”

“Wolf packs are isolationists. I have met wolves that have no clue what I am other than that they know that I will kill them if I feel like it. Those wolf packs tend to be scared of the Mystics that they meet. Vampires, Witches, Faes, and Immortals are legends to them. In Canada, there are so many of them but they keep to the law and nothing is done about it. It’s the way they want to live and they don’t step out of line with humans.” Raven shifted in her seat, pulling her legs up under herself. She relaxed. “We are all self-policing. Sometimes those wolves in charge will ask for Vampire help in taking down packs that are becoming known to humans.”

“What about you last summer with letting your panther be seen?”

“That was a test of the humans in the area. The stories never spread that the panther took out a human. There was no escalation to the story and that will work in my favor to the time to come.”

“Except for Marie.”

“That was needed and I killed her and left no trace of my panther anywhere. The case of Marie’s death is an open case but one that you were cleared of. I made sure of that. Atrian made sure of that.”

“I talked to Caleb about history and he made mention that he didn’t listen to his father much on that but there was a huge fight in the in the early AD but that in 200BC was the first real fight between Mystics and humans. What happened?”

“Vampires. Vampires can feed on other Mystics but if we feed even once on a human… It’s the cardinal rule of Vampires to do hungry before feeding on a human.”

“What’s that different about it?”

“I don’t know. I have only ever met one crazy and I had to kill him. He was terrorizing a town in Eastern Europe a hundred years ago.”

“What happens?”

“All the stories that humans have of Vampires come from crazies. Once the blood of a human cycles out of a Vampire, they become addicted. I only need to feed on a single animal about once a week, longer if I do little. Crazies need to feed more. It’s a drug that makes them think they can do anything, except come out in daylight. Vampires who drink human blood, think that they will catch fire and burn if they go in sunlight. Animal blood will make them puke it all back up and make the urge for human blood more.”

“Why would a Vampire do it?” Elian looked shocked and a little sick.

“Children of Vampires, whether turned or born, don’t always do as parents want. Two hundred years ago it wasn’t that odd to have the second turned or born go crazy because they didn’t think it could be as bad as their parents were making it out to be.”

“How do you turn a Vampire then? I thought that you had to drain the human and then feed them your blood?”

“No, again that something from a crazy. It’s how they turn more like them. That Vampire would be normal but the urge to do what the one who made you did, it’s strong. I only need to make a human feed off of me. My blood kills them and changes them. If I were to do it I, the process takes days. A turned Vampire, it would be instant.”

Elian nodded and set back in his chair. Raven let him take it all in. It was a lot to take in. She was sure that he had a lot of things that had changed for him. Even now, his whole life was on its end and it was going to change anytime soon. He was silent for nearly twenty minutes.

“I have another question.”

“Yes?” Raven drained her cup of tea and set it down on the end table beside her.

“What the fuck are Elves? You’ve never mentioned them at all.”

Raven giggled as she stared at him. His face was so serious but yet she wondered how he had heard of Elves. The Fae kept them tight under wraps and it wasn’t mentioned in mixed company much at all.”

“Elves are something that was whispers about before I was born. Around the time I was born, the Elves came out into the public more. Elves are the children of Fae and other Mystic relations. All are Elves they do not take on any of the characteristics of the other parent race. Fae have two forms, their Fae form and their human form. Elves are tall lithe and look human. I have books with information about them. I didn’t give them to you before because I was afraid it would over whelm you. I have a library in the basement, you are welcome to come in and look at it whenever you want. I upgraded my security while you were gone. All entrances are monitored when I want them to be. The locks are keypads outside that I give codes to people and then they use those to get inside the house. It will keep track of who comes and goes and you are allowed to come and go as you please.”

Elian nodded and stood up. He looked dazed and she was sure that it was information overload. She would make sure to pull a book on Elves and the two Mystic/Human wars so that he would not be ignorant at all. Not about those things.

The Courts on the other hand. That would have to come soon. He couldn’t hide like he was from them for long. Lady Lake would force a confrontation. The Courts used the Shadow and Darkan name for years to keep the other races in line. They would push him for that when they figured out how to approach him.

To understand the Mystics you have to think in terms of life. The Vampires and Werewolves, once turned, live forever. The Immortal Five live forever but their children and wives do not. The Fae, no one knows whether they are immortal or not. Witches, well they live about two hundred years. For a human to understand the timeline of these races, one has to think outside of human life.

Chapter Three

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Posted by on August 24, 2014 in Ancient Mystics



Elian’s Awakening-Chapter One-What’s Normalcy

Elian’s Awakening-Chapter One-What’s Normalcy

Elian Darkan stopped his car at the edge of the county line. He was on the Athens-Washington County line. He pulled out his phone and saw the message from Caleb.

Have fun at home. Remember you always have a place in my pack.

Putting the phone up, Elian snorted. The young pack was that a young pack. Broke off from their various parents packs, they knew little of the history of the Werewolves and therefore did not know that he was a Darkan. It was easy to be a stupid wolf who knew nothing of the wolves with them. They knew the laws and the rights of the wolves and he was able to learn how to be a wolf from them.

The car was still running so Elian didn’t want to stand around idle that much, he was running low on gas, to excited to get to town before he changed his mind it wasn’t until he had been long past the last gas station that he noticed that he was running low on gas.

The wind picked up and Elian could smell cinnamon he figured that someone was baking except underneath of it was the smell of roses. He stopped as he got inside and took another lungful of the smell. Yes, he was correct; Raven had been in the area recently. He slammed the car door shut and quickly put it in gear and took off, racing towards town.  Kraton came up on the side and Elian knew that he was almost there. He would pass Raven’s house before he got to his own but he hoped that Raven wouldn’t see him. He wasn’t in his old car. He had gotten a new on when he had changed his name. It had been easy to file the papers to get his last name changed.

His newer car had been bought after he had left Caleb’s pack and had started on his way back home to Belpre. It was a 2015 Impala, black. The only real unnecessary expense that he had bought. He caught the light at Farson Street and sat and looked all around. Not much had changed in the town in the months he had been gone. He really hadn’t expected it to. Belpre was slow to change.

Living in the forests and woods of North America gave him an appreciation for the small town. He had been living as a wolf for too long. The clothes on his body felt weird. He’d not stayed in his human form for more than a few hours each day over the past few months. The life had become boring to him though.

His house looked as he had left it. Given the dead of winter that had been passing, there was no yard work to be done, Elian was thankful for that. He parked his car in the driveway; the clicker for the garage was inside the house. He was scared to get out of the car. Scared to try this kind of life, the life had for first twenty three years of his life. The backpack in the back seat called to him and he grabbed it and opened the driver’s side door before he could have second thoughts about what he was going to do.

The porch creaked a little when he put his full weight on it but he was used to that and it was cold outside. The cold didn’t bother him anymore, not like it used to. Before he turned into a wolf he could handle some cold temperatures but now that he was a wolf, he could handle anything down to around thirty below and he wasn’t sure about any colder than that because he hadn’t been in temperatures colder than that. He opened the door to the house with the key and was greeted by the blast of warmer air. He moved to the thermostat and saw that it was only set at sixty five but it was still a little warm for him. He dropped the temperature down to sixty and dropped his backpack on the floor. The smell of the house was simple. There was the faded scent of him before he had sealed it up. No one had been inside since then.

The smell of Marie and of blood was long gone from the house and he was so happy for that. He sat on the couch to relax and get used to the sounds of a house again. The couch creaked and groaned as his frame sat down in it. He was nearly a hundred pounds heavier now. He had found out that even as a human he wasn’t eating enough to satisfy the werewolf gene he had. He ran too much and didn’t eat enough. He had been sickly skinny and the other weres of the pack he had taken up had been shocked that he had been able to turn at all fully without unimaginable pain. He had supplied that he had passed out changing back and that he had been in pain. He also never shared that he was a Darkan.

The clothes in the car were not going to unpack themselves. Almost none of his clothes he had left would fit him anymore. He had stopped in Columbus and had picked up nearly an entire wardrobe on his way home. The regular clothes were in the car and the nicer clothes, those were being shipped down. He had found that if he threw enough money at people or if he bought enough things, stores and businesses would do whatever he wanted. It had been odd at first but it was something that he had easily gotten used to.

Somewhere along the nearly one hundred and fifty mile trek he had made with the pack right after he had joined them that he had figured out that the money was something that was going to change him. He had tried so hard to not let it change him before he had turned. That was the point in his life that he figured was the before and after. It wasn’t before he had money and after he had money. No, it was before when he thought he was human and after when he knew that he wasn’t.

It took him nearly an hour to put up all of his new clothes and put the old ones that weren’t going to fit into the bags to drop off at the BAM store. The first time he drove anywhere, he would take the clothes to the store that was down the road. Moving to the window, he looked down into the garden and saw that it had been cared for. Someone had covered and taken care of the roses as well as weeding and everything else. Even in the dead of winter the garden still looked nice.

It was just a minute and he was heading out the back door. The smell of Raven permeated every single section of the garden. The difference between the rose smell of Raven and the fading smell of the dead roses were two very different smells. He was surprised by that. It was definitely something that he would have to look into. Caleb had told him he would notice changes when he accepted his life as a werewolf and if this was one of them he could live with that. It was early morning and the sun was now coming up and lighting up everything. He had things that he had to get gone and one of those things was talking to Jess Gilliam at the library.

The job at the library was something that he loved but he wasn’t ready for a commitment like that right now. His whole life was set on its side and while running from everything had helped some to adjust to the physical changes to his body but the rest of his life, that’s he hadn’t figured out yet. His life was his and wholly his but he needed to figure out what he wanted out of it now and that was the crux of the problem.

He was a child when it comes to the life of the Mystics. He needed to take a fast course on life as one and he wasn’t sure if he wanted Raven to be the one to teach him. There was always James Atrian, his lawyer but he wasn’t sure about that as well. Raven had known that Marie was controlling him but the anger he had felt about that was long gone. She had never explained herself but Elian really hadn’t given her a chance to. He was sure he knew why she had never helped him in that aspect. The Matians would have come down on them like a ton of bricks and there was a very small chance that she would be able to save herself as well as him from them.

The abuse he had taken from having his mind controlled was long gone. He’d worked through it with the help of his pack and the late night talks to Caleb about it. That had taken a while to get over but it was good. He was sure there were lasting effects but he had no way of figuring those out. Living in a shell was going to do nothing but ruin his life. He

Shaking his head to clear it, Elian got ready to walk to the library. He looked at the watch on his arm and saw that it was after nine. The library would be open and Jess would probably be there. He took one last look around the garden before he moved through the house and locked both doors behind him as he left.

The street hadn’t changed that much or so he thought as he looked at the place where the Belrock used to be. There was a for sale sign on the sign that used to show the specials. Elian quickly snapped a picture after he crossed the road to that side of the street. This might solve a few of his problems with the coffee shop of his mother’s. He knew that it was still doing well. Raven kept James up to date on everything and James kept him up to date. Even though Raven could keep him up to date she never did. She was letting him have his space and he was thankful for that.

Putting up his phone, Elian continued onto the library, passing the People’s Bank that was on the corner and the location of the Rockland Community College. He stopped to look at how far the construction had gone in the short time he had been gone. The main section of the college was done and the apartments behind looked like they were almost done being refitted. Even given the land that was being taken up by the bank and the library, the place was huge. The church that had been there took  up a lot more space that it seemed it should. The parking lot on the other side of the road where another bank had been but had moved to another section of town was completely done.

The library looked the same as it always did. The small horseshoe was empty but it almost always was early in the morning. Elian looked at the two garden beds in the center of the horseshoe and then to the other two gardens that flanked the windows. The medium trees had been chopped down and there was what looked like two trees and two rose bushes lining the walkway to the back of the library.

The door to the library opened as a patron exited the building. He watched as the lady looked around and then started to move around to the back of the library. Elian chuckled to himself. He remembered from when he was working and even going there as a patron that some people could never remember which door they went in.

Laughing, he went inside the library himself. He stopped as soon as he was inside the second set of doors. There was a smell on the air. He wasn’t sure what it was but it wasn’t a bad smell. Of course the smell of humans, of decay and perfume was everywhere but there was something else. It was a smell he equated with a library but this library had never smelled like it before. No it was what the older libraries he had been inside smelled like. It was old paper. He followed the trail to the back of the library where it was strongest. There he found Jess standing with a cart, pulling books from the shelf and checking them off a list.

Jess stacked nearly a dozen books before she felt his eyes on her. She turned and stared at him for nearly a minute before the opening of the front door created a draft and Elian was sure it wafted his smell to her. She relaxed as she took in a deep breath. Looking around, she waved for Elian to follow her. She pushed the cart to the front and then they moved to her office.

“Elian Coats.” Jess looked him up and down making him feel like a piece of meat.

“Actually…” Elian piped up to correct her but she just smiled at him and held up a hand.

“Shush. You know when you started to come here, I knew there was something about you but I never could put my finger on it. I had no issues letting Rae work here. I could do with a Vampire in case something came up. Then the smell of crushed leaves started to waft off you all the time. This nose couldn’t quite smell the water but when you changed for the first time…The Darkan’s back from the dead and you with a nice Vampire bodyguard. The Darkan’s have never been happy with jobs where they aren’t running it. It’s not in your blood and your mindset Elian. I hired you knowing that when the time came you would leave. I knew that Rae’s time here was numbered. I wasn’t quite ready for the both of you to leave at the same time. Of course, Rae didn’t up and leave town.”

Elian kept his mouth shut about the fact that Rae wasn’t what she seemed. Raven had never spilled his secret and he wasn’t going to start doing it to her. No, he wasn’t. He wasn’t sure how the Witch didn’t know that Rae was actually Raven Shadow. It seemed that like him, the Witch hadn’t even thought of that fact. What was dead was dead and there was no way to bring it back.

“You’re right; I don’t want my job back. I was a little messed up when I left town and I am still just messed up enough right now that there is no way that I can be reliable but I would be able to cover shifts if you are shorthanded. I can be called in for a few hours or even less or more. I know that you have to get approval through Marietta and they may not want to let me do that but I’m putting it out there.”

“Are you going to take the coffee shop back from Rae?” Jess asked.

It was then that Elian figured out that Jess knew more about Rae and him than she was letting on. What game she was playing to that end, he had no clue. Gilliam wasn’t a name that he recognized from what little Raven had taught him on Witches. There wasn’t another smell under or over the smell of old paper so she had to be a regular Witch unless she was hiding herself like Raven did.

“I see that you are thinking about things. I am a regular Witch. Just a plain little Witch that survive the culling of Witches in America during the Salem Trials. I wasn’t alive then but I my mother was.”

“Rae hasn’t taught me much about Witches.”

“And nor would she. You needed to learn about you first and then since she is a Vampire, you would need to learn about them. Faes, Witches, and Immortals would come after you learn about what impacts you the most. You hold power in your blood and allegiance in your name. I am glad to see that you changed your name to Darkan legally. There will be those that don’t believe it but one whiff of you and they will.”

“Thanks, I think.” Elian hated that the whole of the Mystic world seemed to be built on smells. Given that Raven was able to manipulate her smell so easily it seemed like it was crazy. He was so new to the world but it seemed way too easy to fake a smell and for someone to pass themselves off as someone they are not.

“Where did you go there? You looked like you were thinking about something?” Jess stared at him for a few seconds before she leaned back to relax in the chair.

“I just was thinking of something I need to do.” Elian looked at his watch and was surprised at the time. He had wanted to get to the coffee shop between rush times and that was now. “Soon.”

“I’ll call up and ask about getting you hired on as a filler. You may have to be a filler at all locations but I think you won’t mind that. Is the phone and address correct, the ones I had before?”

“Yes.” Elian stood up. Jess stayed seated, writing on paper and just sticking her hand out for him to shake. Elian did and then wandered out of Jess’s office and out of the back room of the library in general.

The jog back to his house was quick. He pulled his car keys from his pocket and started out of the driveway, waiting for the light to change so that he could pull out when traffic was stopped the other three ways.

Driving to the coffee shop was rote. He barely thought about it. His mind and body seemed to know when the turns were without him really paying attention to anything but traffic. It wasn’t that long of a trip really, only about fifteen minutes. He found a spot empty in the small parking lot that afforded him a view of the whole interior of the shop.

Raven was at the counter and she was seated, staring at something that was open on the counter. She looked towards the register and then grabbed a piece of paper off of it and looked at it, making a notation in the thing she was staring at. She looked up at a customer who just walked up to the register. She grabbed a carafe from behind herself and poured it in the cup the girl was holding out. As soon as the girl walked away, Raven went back to the paperwork she was obviously working on.

Elian shut off the car and sat watching Raven for nearly an hour. She worked on the paperwork, rung out customers, and filled up cups when people came up for a refill. Elian was surprised that there was no one else there.

Eleven rolled around and a man entered the shop and instead of sitting down at one of the tables, he grabbed an apron and moved into the back of the place. It wasn’t until Raven stood up that Elian noticed she didn’t look like Rae. She looked like Raven. Her hair was the pitch black and she was dressed in really nice clothes. Clothes that matched what he was wearing. Casual clothes that just by looking at them one could tell the items cost a lot of money. Her hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail but she looked well. He wondered what had changed about her in the months that he had been gone. What had made her go from Rae to Raven.

When the parking lot started to fill up, Elian finally left. He had a phone call to make and some things to figure out with James about buying land that the Belrock used to be on and getting it tore down and build up into what he wanted.


James Atrian was sitting beside Elian in the Belrock. The owner of the property was sitting across from them. It was the large table that had always been filled with gossiping old men. She had papers spread all over the table listing of the property values that had been appraised by people she had hired. James of course had done his own looking into and their appraisers had valued it at a lot less.

Elian figured that if the both of them weren’t Werewolves, he would have had a headache and that James would have ripped his hair out.

“Ma’am. I have sworn statements from the Health Department and the local code enforcers that no business would be allowed to move into here. This building is too old and there is too much wrong with it. I am sure that you did sink money into the building to get it fixed up a little when the previous renter was here but I think it was too little too late. It’s freezing in here and you said you’ve had the heat on for a few days so that it could warm up so that people could look around. Its sixty three degrees in here. I know that only one set of heaters works and that only one air conditioner works as well. I don’t know what you think you are really going to get out of this place but what you are asking is not it. If you had torn down the existing structure you might get closer to that amount but not now you aren’t. Anyone moving in would have to tear and rebuild, factor that into the price you are asking and it’s outrageous. No business is worth that. My client though is willing to offer that price for the entire lot. The land the Belrock is on and the land and buildings that the strip mall is on.”

“That’s highway robbery!” Tina Sidenstricker yelled as she slammed her hand down on the table. Papers scatter but none fall to the floor.

“It’s the only offer you are getting. We are willing to play hardball and I don’t think you are going to like it.”

The woman just stared at the both of them.

“Belpre is changing. The addition of the hospital and the college changed the business route of the city completely. You will find that businesses will leave you. What incentives will you offer to keep them here?” Elian just smiled at her ask he talked. The price she was asking wasn’t out of his range, for either the whole area or just the Belrock. He didn’t want to have to pay that for something that he would have to sink a lot of money in. He could start over elsewhere, do what he wanted in a new place but this was the best location. It was within walking distance of the college. “Another strip mall will pop up and what will you do then?”

“I am good to my businesses. My renters will stay.”

“What if a new strip mall moves in just a mile down the road? The owner coming in and sweet talking your businesses with promises of building to suit? Lower rent than what you are charging as well as maybe a month or two free? Would they stay then?” James closed up the folder that he had opened in front of him and then moved to put it up. Elian closed his notebook and started to do as James did, get ready to leave.

Tina sputtered and stood up, thrusting out a hand.

“I think that we can come to an agreement. Please just stay. I’ll get my lawyer here and we can talk money.”

Elian smiled at how easy it was.

The Mystics have always had a hard time fitting in anywhere. Where Faes could live, Vampires hated. Where Wolves can live, no other race considered it a livable place at all. Witches and Immortals could live with humans and have no issues. To have a place to call home is to have a place to belong. The Mystics belong nowhere.

Chapter Two

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Posted by on August 17, 2014 in Ancient Mystics



Elian’s Awakening-Prologue-Return

The castle loomed in front of me. It threw my failures in my face and it doesn’t even have the ability to talk or move.  I turn to the side and look at the tree. I take a step towards the castle but I have to stop. Instead I turn to the tree. The gravestones become more apparent as I walk towards them. I crouch in front of Dmitry’s grave and lay my hand on the ground above where his heart would roughly be.

“He’s as safe as I can make him, Dmitry. Elian has the Darkan stubbornness. He left Belpre and struck out on his own but I track him a little. He took up with a pack of wanderers.” I lay down to feel the earth and I hear something that makes me look up at the tree. I see that the trunk of the dead part is alive now. The leaves are still orange and red but it’s alive. The feel the magic in the tree and I reach out to touch the trunk.

“As soon as the young Darkan turned, the tree came back to life. The half dead section turned a living white and the leaves grew with more fervor.”

The woman behind me was an unknown so I crouched and hissed. My fangs came out and I lunged at her a little. She squeaked and turned to run. The wind caught the smell and I knew it. The smell of over steeped tea and old paper overwhelmed my nose as she started to sweat. I quickly ran and got in front of the witch.

“Stone,” I grab her and make her look at me. “Where is your grandmother?”

“Grams is dead. She finally passed this last year. I was given the dominion of the Darkan and Shadow properties as per the agreement between Raven Shadow and the Stone line of witches.”

I look at her and smile. This could work. Witches are smart and quick and having a young one on my side is something that I can do. I turn back to the castle and see that it has started to snow while I was focused on young Stone. Taking her face in my hands, I lean close and let my fangs trace her neck. I feel the shudder and the quickening of her pulse.

“Why don’t we take this inside?”

“I can’t. I am not allowed to allow anyone but the Darkan or Raven Shadow inside.”

“Did your grams show you the rings of rule?” I hold my hand up to show her that I wear the Shadow ring on my finger. Her eyes widen as I pull the ring down. I let my hand brush across her breast and I hear the intake of breath. So the elder Stone was correct in that her granddaughter is at least bisexual if not a lesbian. I pull her closer and let my breath ghost across her neck and she becomes putty in my arms. It’s nothing to pull her up and wrap her legs around me. It’s been years since I have eaten any pussy and I think it’s time for me to do it again.

Stone mutters under her breath and I feel the wards around the house drop down. As soon as the wards are down, I fly us both up to the room that I used as a child. I reach into her mind to get her given name and not her family name. Jasmyn. The name startles me. I had never seen it spelled like that. I shrug it off as I drop her to the bed. No dust pops up and I silently thank Jasmyn’s grandmother. She had promised the spell would preserve the house and allow no buildup of dust.

“I…” Jasmyn swallows as I hover above her. “I’ve never…”

“With a vampire? With vampire royalty? With any royalty?” I smirk as I drop onto of her. Her coat is quickly thrown to the side and I see that she dressed nicely for meeting the Shadow heir for the first time. The buttons holding the shirt together hold no resistance as I rip the shirt open. The silk rips and flutters in several pieces to her sides.

“With a vampire.” Jasmyn reaches up and pulls me down to her. I let myself get pulled. She had no chance of overpowering me. Her nipples are hard before I even get my mouth to them. She gasps as I trace the outline of her areola with my tongue. She jumps and I giggle. It’s been years since I giggled. Hell, it’s been years since I’ve had sex. “My grandmother frowned on witches having sex with vampires.”

“Your grandmother felt that mixing the races was going to be the end of the races. She was rather old fashioned but she was old.”

“Not as old as you, Lady Shadow.”

The name runs through me like a wave. I feel a wave of emotion that I haven’t felt in a long time. The title is something that I haven’t heard in a while. I don’t let my ministrations to her breasts stop while I think. She is responsive and happy that I am paying attention to her. I feel like her former lovers were rather selfish.

“She also warned me that even lady vampires will drain you and leave you for dead during sex.” Jasmyn was shifting underneath me.

As Jasmyn shifted, I could smell her sex as she became wet. I move down her body, kissing as I go. It’s easy to pull her pants and underwear down and kiss at the top of her sex. She keeps herself shaved and I adore that. She cants her legs up and I am rewarded with a full view of her sex. I can see how wet she is. I lean forward take an experimental lick at her folds. She shivers and I lick again. I slip my tongue into her next.

“Please, Lady Shadow. Let me taste you as well,” Jasmyn begs as she reaches down to pull at me. I stand up from the bed and strip off my own clothes. I’ve not been naked in front of someone for years. I’m not self-conscious but I know that I still have healing wounds from my last training with Atrian. I move up the bed and straddle Jasmyn’s face. She reaches out as I grab the headboard. Jasmyn is definitely a lesbian. No one else can eat pussy like that and not be a lesbian. My legs go weak as she gets as much of tongue inside of me that she can.

The moan escapes me unwillingly but it makes Jasmyn spread my own folds out farther and she starts to basically French my opening. When she pulls back to breath I release the headboard and then spin around, dropping as I do. I curl my arm around her leg and two of my fingers so inside her as I start to flick at her clit with my tongue. Her wetness spreads to my fingers and I use it get another inside of her, spreading her more. I can feel that she is close but trying to hold on until I have come. She has her tongue inside of me again and two fingers are pleasuring my own clit.

My fangs lower on their own. I know that I am hungry and the last person I had sex with was a human and that’s a no for drinking. I graze the tender inside of her thigh and I can feel her clamp down so that she doesn’t orgasm.

“Please, Lady Shadow.”

Jasmyn whimpers when I graze her leg with my fangs again. I sink them in her leg and take a long draw of blood. She crests as I take my second draw and I taste the rush in her blood in the third draw. I can feel the magic in her blood and it gives me a high. That was the reason why her grandmother warned her away from vampires. Vampires loved to feed on the rest of the Mystics. The rush of what make them Mystics is wonderful.

Jasmyn started to flick at my clit and it was seconds before I crest as well. I wait for it and she starts to relax, the rush of the orgasm finally starts to make her sleepy. Between the sex and then the blood I took, she’ll sleep for about an hour.

The book of paper I used for leaving notes for Dmitry is still where I kept it. I reach into the small backpack I have with me and pull out a pen. I scratch down a note to Jasmyn. I leave it on the bed beside her and cover her up. I move to the edge of the room to the hidden bookshelf and pull out the book that opens the hidden area. There are only a few books there but I knew there was going to be. I pull out the two I am looking for. I place them inside my backpack and sling it back over my shoulder. With a casual swipe across the activator, the backpack disappears from my back. I can still feel it but it’s slightly shifted, as the witch who did the work explained. I turn back to Jasmyn and see that she is curled on the bed.

I move to the bed and brush back a lock of hair from her face.

“I hope you find what you are looking for, Little One.”

Then I am gone.

I’ve been to the castles, getting books from each. The wilds of England for my ancestral home to the highlands of Scotland for my own castle. Darkan Castle is my last stop before I head home. Jasmyn will erect the wards again when she wakes. I dig through her pants and find her cell phone and get inside to get her phone number. It will be so much easier to use a cell to contact her. I input my own number and list it under Rae Smith. Just like I asked her to call me in the note.

I need to head home. Home to Belpre just in case Elian decides to come home before Christmas.

Chapter One

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Posted by on August 17, 2014 in Ancient Mystics