Slave To The Fang

6, Creepy and eerie

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Kyryaan's POV

"Duncan." I addressed the man as I got down from my horse, feeling my body creak ominously in many places from the long ride. A small red haired boy with numerous freckles rushed from behind the house and came to take the horse. My tired horse regarded the boy with regal indifference but allowed himself to be led.

Duncan wrinkled his crooked nose and three thin lines formed upon his forehead as he concentrated on me. I had taken the man by surprise indeed and it was unsettling just how much he was trying to not be affected. I smirked.

"You would have sent a man ahead my Lord. We would have been better prepared to receive you. I only heard of your arrival a few minutes so I apologize if our last minute arrangements are not up to standard." The man explained, his hands wringing together in patterns that only a seasoned spell caster like him would be able to do with such ease. He wasn't casting a spell, no, but he was nervous. He struggled hard to control his heart rate from my sensitive ears but I was as old as old got. The man was hiding something. But what.

He then extended his hand to me for a handshake but I just regarded it with only mild interest and spoke instead

"Lead the way Duncan. I am tired from my travels." I said and looked back towards the door even though I was observing the man in my peripheral vision. He took my rejection poorly and his face colored easily in distaste. His mouth turned down and something flashed in his eyes. That was when I remembered why I never really liked the man very much even when he was still Lyra's second. There had always been something mousy and suspicious about him. Like he was always doing something he was not supposed to be doing.

When I returned my full gaze on his, he neutralized his look and let out a small breath. I smirked again at his attempt of being neutral.

"Of course My Lord. Pardon my indifference. This way." He spoke and with a gesture of his hand he led the way to the house. Only then, did my men get down from their horses. I turned and gave a nod at one of them to keep the perimeter secure and I followed Duncan.

The door flung open on its own accord when he reached it and my brow raised, impressed. The magic in this place was so old and so powerful it chilled me down to my bones. Such power was enough to make a newly turned vampire run mad. I suppose it was part of their defenses as well. I felt it but I was not affected negatively. My mother had been a born witch after all.

You see, my mother and Aunt were two of the greatest witches from one of the oldest covens in the whole of Lakaiyah. As a young man, my father, the great and now late El Diavolul had been greedy for power and might and so he acquired magic by all means necessary. He also became a vampire in that quest for power somehow. He thought he could transfer power by old and ancient methods so he married my mother, a great witch to bare him children. His grand plan was to sire children of a great witch and have children who were both vampire and witch. Then with old magic from the covens, he would transfer our power to him. Well that was a total failure.

While I and my brothers Dalkyr, Isaak and Lucien were only born vampires, the very first after our father, our sister was a witch. Our father did try to transfer the powers but that failed and that failure drove him mad. Even more mad than he was. Anyway, despite my lack of powers, from my family tree you could see that I had witch blood and could feel strong magic.