Mira (28 page)

           
“Why?
 
You’ve been chosen—“

           
“Because I can’t,” Mira interrupted, virtually yelling at Lilith.
 
“He only wants someone to care for him.
 
But if he finds that, then he gets to watch her age and die, partially because of what he uses her for.
 
It’s not right.
 
Not for him or any of us.”

           
“That’s why the lessons are meant to teach the value of sacrifice for the greater good,” Lilith replied with infinite patience.
 
“You know as well as we all do that Lord Tiernay gave his life so that we could have a protector.
 
The sacrifices give their lives for the same reason.”

           
Mira stood up, wringing her hands.
 
“There has to be another way.
 
I saw a-- manuscript.
 
In the library in Rillan’s rooms.
 
It talked about how the Circle created him.
 
There were a number of different rites performed.
 
It seemed that some could be performed separate from others.
 
I was thinking.
 
Can’t there be only one sacrifice.
 
A girl who could feed him indefinitely?”

           
Lilith’s smile widened and a mysterious look twinkled in the back of her eyes.
 
“I suppose something like that is possible.
 
Dangerous.
 
Still, possible.
 
That knowledge is very carefully guarded.
 
I’m sure you can imagine what life would be like for us, if the wrong kind of person managed to find proof of such things.
 
Do you truly understand what you’re suggesting?”

           
Mira’s entire body was trembling.
 
Even so, Lilith’s reaction spurred her on.
 
It was obvious that she wasn’t going to be punished for having the information.
 
“If the wrong person acquired that kind of knowledge then the consequences could be terrible.” Mira sounded as if she was reciting from an ingrained lesson.
 
“We live our lives with the understanding that it is our mortality that makes living valuable.
 
Without death we could lose our sense of worth.”
 
Mira moved closer to Lilith.
 
“I understand, Lilith.
 
Still we also believe that there is no perfect answer to everything.
 
Maybe in this one circumstance, death isn’t of as much value.”

           
“Do you know of a woman who would commit to living for an indefinite time with the purpose of feeding a vampire?
 
Part of the reason such a thing has never been done is because it has always been assumed that the sacrifices look forward to their death and take comfort in the knowledge that their situation cannot last forever.”

           
“Lilith,” Mira said faintly, “if he will have me—“

           
Standing up, Lilith placed a gentle kiss on Mira’s cheek.
  
“I believe he will.
 
Say nothing to anyone yet.
 
I must speak with the elders and decide how to go about this.
 
It is a delicate thing.”

           
“What about Liam?
 
The handfasting?”

           
“Liam is a strong man.
 
He will survive the situation, no matter what happens.
 
Mira, please understand that there is no guarantee with this.
 
I cannot promise that the elders will agree or that we will be capable.
 
The knowledge of how to do what you’ve suggested is ancient and out of use.
 
I suggest that you prepare a girl for sacrifice in the morning, as though nothing has changed.
 
She may yet be needed.
 
I will speak to the elders and bring you the answer when I have it.”

           
Mira’s heart pounded in her chest.
 
“I don’t know if I can.”

           
“If you are capable of standing in front of me and telling me that you would commit yourself to a vampire for all eternity and give up your soul, never to be reborn, I believe you are capable of going through the motions needed for another day’s
pretense
pretence
.”

           
Mira slumped, giving in to Lilith’s directions.
 
With that
,
the old woman turned and left the room.
 
She had a great deal of convincing and preparation to tend to.

* * * *

           
Aris didn’t know how long she writhed on the floor.
 
Each new sensation was a shock to her system.
 
Everything around her was sharp with clarity.
 
She could see each crack in the floor through the darkness.
 
Somewhere water dripped and splashed lightly into a puddle on the ground.
 
A mouse scurried along the wall.
 
Her skin alternated between scorching hot and painful cold.
 

           
Eventually she stood up and went to the mirror.
 
She wanted to know what she looked like.
 
What has he done to me?

           
“He cursed you.
 
You made him angry.
 
Now you’ll be punished for eternity.”

           
Aris jumped when she heard that strange laughter in the darkness again.
 
I can’t see myself.
 
She reached out and touched the glass surface of the mirror.
 
It was unsettling to watch the dirt on her body outline her form in the mirror, but her face and body were gone.
 

           
“Why would you want to look at yourself anyway?
 
You know what he looked like.
 
He scared you so badly.
 
Do you want to be frightened by your own reflection?”
 
The voice in Aris’ ears was cruel.
 
She didn’t even want to imagine how horrific she must appear.

           
“So when do you think you’ll be so hungry that you’ll kill someone?”

           
The blunt suggestion made her flinch.
 
I won’t!
 
I can’t!

           
The cruel voice continued to taunt her.
 
“You’ll have to have your own sacrifices.
 
Maybe the druids will give you a group of men.
 
It would serve them right.”

           
I won’t do it.
 
Why did he do this to me?

           
“You’ll have to do it.
 
At least you may be able to feed off the next girl they send down here for him.
 
They’ll have to send him someone.”

           
Aris imagined herself helping Rillan to drain a poor girl of all her blood.
 
No.
 
She began whimpering.

           
“So go help them.”

           
What?

           
“You go help all those poor girls that Mira is going to sentence to death down here.
 
Put them out of the misery of waiting to be the next piece of meat sacrificed to the demon hiding in this darkness.”

           
Aris didn’t really know what she intended.
 
Slipping out of her rooms, she found her way down the halls to the cave entrance.
 
It was late and the moon was full in the sky.
 
Continually egged on by the evil voice in her mind, she ventured silently through town to the large round house she spent so much of her life in.

           
Creeping into the first room was the most difficult.
 
Aris hovered, frightened, over the sleeping forms of two of the girls.
 
Suddenly the night erupted in screaming and blood.
 
Aris didn’t know where it was coming from, but it tore through her.
 
She wanted to hide in a corner and pull blankets up over her head.
 
She remembered opening her eyes to see bodies.
 
So many bodies,
she thought.
 
Bloody and torn apart
.
Who would do something like that?
 
She felt sick to her stomach.

           
“You would,” the voice tormented.
 
“You’re a vampire.
 
You kill people.
 
But you’re better than Rillan ap Tiernay.
 
He kills on command.
 
You saved them.
 
Saved them from him.”

           
Aris nodded to the voice.
 
It made some sense.

           
Terror filled screams woke Mira from her sleep.
 
At first, she believed that one of the girls must be having a nightmare.
 
Mira got up and ran from her room to find whoever was dreaming so horribly that it would cause the cries she heard.

           
By the time Mira made it to the main room, a deadly silence had descended on the round house.
 
She stumbled over something in the darkness and stepped in a puddle of warm liquid.
 
Looking down, she found a body.
  
“By all the Gods,” Mira swore under her breath.
 
There was no point checking to see if the girl was still alive.
 
She had been ripped apart.
 

           
Gathering all her strength, Mira made her way through the room in the direction that the last of the screaming came from.
 
“Maybe the screaming was mine, and I’m dreaming now,” she suggested to herself.

           
Noticing a door slightly ajar, Mira nudged it open.
 
If not for the time she spent with Rillan, Mira may have screamed when she saw Aris.
 
The girl was naked.
 
Her pale skin was bathed in blood.
 
A trickle of red dribbled from the corner of her fanged mouth, down her chin and neck, across her chest, and dripped from her nipple.
 
Her limbs seemed longer, contorted, as she bent over the body of her latest victim.
 
Suddenly she turned toward Mira.
 
Black empty eye sockets, sunken into pasty white flesh, pulled taught over skeletal features stared back at her.
 
Aris’ lipless mouth appeared to almost smile at Mira, as the vampire turned and began walking toward her.

           
Mira stood stiff and frightened.
 
Do I really want to give myself to this for all eternity?
 
She had no idea what to do.
 
Aris’ intent was obvious.
 
Mira was convinced that her death was imminent.
 
She backed away slowly, as if trying to get away from a wild animal, knowing that turning and running would only cause the creature to give chase.
 
From nowhere
,
light streamed into the room.
 
There was a flurry of motion and a virtual army of people flooded the room, attacking the vampire.
 

           
Not having weapons
,
the men resorted to throwing their lanterns at the monster.
 
Fire erupted around the room and at her feet.
 
Aris screamed in pain, as flames enveloped the room and smoke began to fill the air.

           
Mira felt arms around her and looked up to see Liam appear from the smoke and shadows.
 
Huddling in his arms, she allowed herself to be led from the room.
 
Outside the round house a crowd gathered.
 
The entire house was burning to the ground.
 
Men took turns running into the crumbling building to try and find survivors.
 
After a short time, they decided that there were none, save Mira.

           
“Are you alright?”

           
“What,” Mira asked, blinking her eyes at the growing flames.

           
Liam forced her to face him.
  
“Are you alright?”
  

           
“Aris is a vampire,” she said with a shudder.

           
Liam’s gaze refocused on the
 
burning round house.
 
“I think Aris
was
a vampire.”

           
“How can you be sure?
 
We got out,” Mira insisted frantically.

           
Suddenly a thought occurred to her.
 
“My whistle,” she cried and tried to break free of Liam’s grasp.