black hole opened up and pushed you out of it.”
Elizabeth was astounded.
Alexandria looked at him. “It is all a blur,” she admitted when she collected herself. “I remember Lokee telling me you were dead. I didn’t believe him. I argued, refusing his sexual advances. He was very unhappy with what he’d gotten as a wife. He tried to kill me; I don’t think it would have been his first time taking a life. Then he suddenly decided to let me go.”
“But not before injuring you,” Roman pointed out.
“Right,” she agreed, wincing.
“Wait a minute,” Elizabeth interjected. “Lokee was a murderer?”
“Well, I’m not sure,” Alexandria replied. “He was very angry with me. So angry that it looked as if he changed form right before my eyes; he grew fangs in his mouth and spikes on his fingernails. His eyes turned black.” The memory flooded her too fast. She felt dizzy. “I can’t explain it,” she said, putting her hand to her head. “He wasn’t normal.” She paused, looking first at Roman, then Elizabeth, then the mirror. “I don’t think he is human.” She sounded insane and she knew it.
“Vampire,” whispered Elizabeth. She knelt down in front of Alexandria. “Let me see your back,” she insisted.
Alexandria sat forward and allowed Elizabeth to lift her gown for a look. She gasped at the sight of the wound.
“What is it?” asked Alexandria.
“It is the Vampire’s Mark,” Elizabeth answered quietly.
“Vampire’s Mark?” Alexandria covered her mouth. Elizabeth nodded.
“He’s an immortal beast? Morgan gave his daughter to a Vampire?” Roman yelled. “A bloodsucker?”
They watched Roman as he paced the room, ripping his hands through his thick, dark hair. “What did that bloodsucker want with my Alexandria?” Roman asked, irritated. “Why has he claimed her?”
“That I do not know, but he has,” Elizabeth replied. “He has put The Mark on her soul. He will follow her to the ends of the earth and claim her when she least expects it, in another life, perhaps, anytime he feels like it. That Mark will serve as a beacon; it will lead him to her for all time.”
Roman continued to pace the room. “I will not stand for it. We will not live in fear of him.”
Elizabeth studied Roman. He moved over to Alexandria who sat listening to their words, trying not to look as terrified as she felt. He sat down next to her on the bed, pulling her into his arms. “I will not let it happen. He will not harm you again.”
Elizabeth frowned at him, knowing the strength of the vampire extended far beyond any mortal. Roman, noticing her expression, looked away, nuzzling into Alexandria’s hair.
To herself, Alexandria whispered, “Marked.”
Nine
Cobblestone, disease-stricken streets and noisy nights were surrounding Roman and Alexandria now from being forced to travel away from Lokee and Morgan’s reach. They decided Burgundy would be fitting for them to try and forget the past while remaining anonymous. Surprisingly, Lokee never told King Morgan of their separation. Instead, he seemed to allow them to live in peace.
Devoid of control and restraint; yet, filled with insecurity, Alexandria spent her entire life under the protection of a Royal name and wealth. That shield was gone; she was willing to go through it for Roman, who she now lived with and for.
She had chosen to keep contact with Elizabeth, who would chance that break away from Morgan in order to fund and sustain Alexandria’s happiness. Usually on the days of the Sabbath, Elizabeth would manage her ride into the downtrodden areas of Burgundy unnoticed. After a year, Alexandria counted on and expected her visits. As usual, Elizabeth arrived three hours after dawn.
“Good morning, my dear, how are you feeling today?” Elizabeth sang, carrying a basket of fruits and fresh loaves of bread.
“Oh, I don’t know, really. I have had a terrible headache these last few days.” Alexandria looked pale, but
Elizabeth was astounded.
Alexandria looked at him. “It is all a blur,” she admitted when she collected herself. “I remember Lokee telling me you were dead. I didn’t believe him. I argued, refusing his sexual advances. He was very unhappy with what he’d gotten as a wife. He tried to kill me; I don’t think it would have been his first time taking a life. Then he suddenly decided to let me go.”
“But not before injuring you,” Roman pointed out.
“Right,” she agreed, wincing.
“Wait a minute,” Elizabeth interjected. “Lokee was a murderer?”
“Well, I’m not sure,” Alexandria replied. “He was very angry with me. So angry that it looked as if he changed form right before my eyes; he grew fangs in his mouth and spikes on his fingernails. His eyes turned black.” The memory flooded her too fast. She felt dizzy. “I can’t explain it,” she said, putting her hand to her head. “He wasn’t normal.” She paused, looking first at Roman, then Elizabeth, then the mirror. “I don’t think he is human.” She sounded insane and she knew it.
“Vampire,” whispered Elizabeth. She knelt down in front of Alexandria. “Let me see your back,” she insisted.
Alexandria sat forward and allowed Elizabeth to lift her gown for a look. She gasped at the sight of the wound.
“What is it?” asked Alexandria.
“It is the Vampire’s Mark,” Elizabeth answered quietly.
“Vampire’s Mark?” Alexandria covered her mouth. Elizabeth nodded.
“He’s an immortal beast? Morgan gave his daughter to a Vampire?” Roman yelled. “A bloodsucker?”
They watched Roman as he paced the room, ripping his hands through his thick, dark hair. “What did that bloodsucker want with my Alexandria?” Roman asked, irritated. “Why has he claimed her?”
“That I do not know, but he has,” Elizabeth replied. “He has put The Mark on her soul. He will follow her to the ends of the earth and claim her when she least expects it, in another life, perhaps, anytime he feels like it. That Mark will serve as a beacon; it will lead him to her for all time.”
Roman continued to pace the room. “I will not stand for it. We will not live in fear of him.”
Elizabeth studied Roman. He moved over to Alexandria who sat listening to their words, trying not to look as terrified as she felt. He sat down next to her on the bed, pulling her into his arms. “I will not let it happen. He will not harm you again.”
Elizabeth frowned at him, knowing the strength of the vampire extended far beyond any mortal. Roman, noticing her expression, looked away, nuzzling into Alexandria’s hair.
To herself, Alexandria whispered, “Marked.”
Nine
Cobblestone, disease-stricken streets and noisy nights were surrounding Roman and Alexandria now from being forced to travel away from Lokee and Morgan’s reach. They decided Burgundy would be fitting for them to try and forget the past while remaining anonymous. Surprisingly, Lokee never told King Morgan of their separation. Instead, he seemed to allow them to live in peace.
Devoid of control and restraint; yet, filled with insecurity, Alexandria spent her entire life under the protection of a Royal name and wealth. That shield was gone; she was willing to go through it for Roman, who she now lived with and for.
She had chosen to keep contact with Elizabeth, who would chance that break away from Morgan in order to fund and sustain Alexandria’s happiness. Usually on the days of the Sabbath, Elizabeth would manage her ride into the downtrodden areas of Burgundy unnoticed. After a year, Alexandria counted on and expected her visits. As usual, Elizabeth arrived three hours after dawn.
“Good morning, my dear, how are you feeling today?” Elizabeth sang, carrying a basket of fruits and fresh loaves of bread.
“Oh, I don’t know, really. I have had a terrible headache these last few days.” Alexandria looked pale, but
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