The Sire: A Narrative Fiction

"We came up the mountains for a hike but our tour guide was attacked by a bear and we got lost trying to find our way back." Julian said to the Chief.

Troy glanced back at the report in his hand. “Found on the second story landing with his face shot off which was why he couldn’t be identified. Died instantly.”

“Thanks, I was on a journey to find the Dragon, which I’m assuming you are also, because no one just stumbles across these woods, when I fell into this trap that it probably set up to stop people from following him..” he said, “also, my name is John.”

“She’s alive. Gretchen and the other castle servants took her to the belvedere of the castle tower just before the water breached the kingdom walls. They haven’t come down since.” Demitri went right back to looking through his

“He might be searching for the Devine,” Fabian said. “I heard he too has left the castle.”

I saw a wander puppy in a street, and it came forward onto me. It looked a tiny gray all on the shiny coat and black on the mask of his muzzle.

“He was already dead people who are dead don’t come back to life” wailed Isabel

She was curious and asked John a few questions. "Yes I can see you just fine, now tell me what's the issue, you are a ghost correct?"

“I said my name is Rosemary.” Jonas gasped. How could she still be alive? She had been released. Killed.

"You either take care of this bastard! Or I'll turn my attention on the lot of ya and mount yer heads on my wall!" the hammer wielding knight roared.

With both twins now asleep Rae and Will laid them in their bassinets. Will was smiling down on Shimmer’s sleeping face. “I hope my labor and delivery is as stress-free as yours.” Rae reached over taking Will’s arm directing her back to the settee. “I found out that as a Mate all my labors and deliveries will be tranquil, River has theorized that it is because Saint Valentine had created the Mate specifically to have the Vampire’s babies, in order for his creation to prosper.” Rae patted Will’s hand, “besides four of my grandmothers are mid-wives. Please don’t be apprehensive; besides your immortal.” Will started laughing, she kept forgetting that little detail it was hard getting used to the idea she could not die, harder than a person could

Straightaway the light that hits my eyes is sharp and painful. The smell of something sweet and clean floods my senses immediately after. The numbness in my arms and legs evaporates when I sit up to see the most vibrant array of forest colors. The sky is something bizarre with a stunning pale purple hue and three orange suns. The sponge-like ground that I am sitting on eases me back into consciousness gently and affectionately.

“Langly,” Erland spoke as the goblins approached their perch in the bushed. “Use the bolts on the one with the spear, they fall in behind us, use your sling to keep them from recovering.”

I pressed my pale face against the window of the old Sacred Heart Hospital. It was a cold day in January, the month where nothing really happens, at least here. I looked out on the street to see the normal things, cars, kids, bikes, and the occasional waitress from the restaurants down stairs. Nothing unusual.

Rob looked at him. “Ethiquilo… She’s…,” a tear fell down his cheek as his voice cracked,