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I nodded. “Yes. Brander is responsible for turning everyone in our coven.”
“This can’t be real,” she repeated, her blue eyes glistening with unshed tears.
Ignoring her denials, I continued with my explanation. “For whatever reason, Phaeron and Thorin allow Brander to lead the tribunal panel without much fight. Everyone gets along well enough, and we’ve never had issues with any other vampires that inhabit the east side of the country. Independent vampires, the ones that don’t belong to a coven, tend to make their home in Louisiana. It’s the perfect place to blend in while still sustaining themselves.”
“You’re still not telling me what I’m doing here,” she cried out angrily.
“Brander, Phaeron, and Thorin all know your father,” I told her, and her blue eyes widened. “Your father was…well, Thorin had believed that your father would have made a good shadow with how much he’d been into the dark arts. He’d been impressed with all that your father had known.”
“This is insane,” she whispered to herself.
“However, Thorin hadn’t known about your mother,” I went on. “So, when your father started making noise about vampires existing and your mother seeing…a prophecy coming true, it hadn’t taken much to have your father committed, nor had it been all that hard to find your mother.”
“What prophecy?” she asked carefully.
“When Brander had heard about your father’s ramblings and the existence of your mother, he had admitted to having heard of a very ancient prophecy that he hadn’t quite believed in at the time,” I told her. “It’d been said that a child was going to be born to the visionary of darkness, and that the child was to walk the land for all of eternity. It’d been said that the child was going to take the lost and lift them to the height of power, abolishing all doubt. It’d been said that the child was going to be the first to see what no one else could, and they were going to be the first to see the light and the dark in their truest forms. It’d also been said that the child would walk the land without fear.”
Her tears started to fall. “What does that mean?”
“Your mother was a seer, which gives us the visionary part of the tale,” I explained. “Your father dabbled in the dark arts, which gives us a child born to the visionary ofdarkness.” Mora started shaking her head again. “To walk the land for all eternity, you’d have to be immortal, Mora. Vampires are the only immortal creatures walking the lands.” Fresh tears started coursing down her face. “With no real home, we move around a lot, leaving us lost in a sense, creating the need for a better life. As someone with the gift to see the light and the dark, those gifts are going to stay with you when you’re turned, making you the first of our kind to have psychic powers, Mora.”
“No,” she whimpered, still shaking her head.
“However, the most important piece of the prophecy is where it’s said that this child will walk the land without fear,” I continued. “There’s only one thing that we fear, Mora.” I held her eyes to mine. “While most of the myths you’ve heard about vampires are bullshit, the sun having the power to destroy us is not. Do you have any idea what that would mean for one of us to be able to exist during daylight hours? Do you have any idea what that could do for us as a species?”
“No,” she repeated. “This can’t be happening.”
“Oh, but it is,” I assured her. “Before the sun comes up tomorrow, you’ll be one of us.”
Mora started struggling again. “No, no, no,” she panted frighteningly. “No. It’s not true.”
“It’s allverytrue, Mora,” I told her.
Taking in a deep breath, she asked, “Why you? If…if all this is true…why…why isn’t Brander turning me?”
“I’m not sure,” I admitted. “Nevertheless, I’d been the one chosen to turn you.”
“So….so, you turn me into a…a vampire, and then what?” she bit out, anger making an appearance again. “What happens after that?”
“You will belong to me, and I’ll do whatever I need in order to help you navigate through your new world,” I answered, watching her blue eyes flare with hate.
“Belong to you?” she echoed.
“If it’ll make more sense to call yourself my wife, then you can,” I told her.
Mora’s head reared back. “Are you insane? I’m not…you can’t just…make me yourwife.”
“Would you like to place a wager on that?” I challenged
“You mean, would I like to bet?” she gawked.
“Sometimes, my age comes out when I’m speaking,” I smirked, and she looked like she wanted to kill me. “Apologies.”
Shaking her head, pulling on the restraints again, she said, “I’d like you to let me go. That’s what I want.”
“That’s not going to happen, Mora,” I informed her. “We’ve spent twenty-five years making sure that your existence was kept a secret from the other covens. We simply discovered you by happenstance. Brander, Thorin, and Phaeron had come upon your father one night simply by chance. If I don’t turn and claim you, there’s nothing stopping someone else from doing so.”
“I don’t want this,” she whispered. “What…what about my job, my parents, Zaire? What…what happens with them?”
