A/N: As we wind down towards the end of the story, things will get pretty tense: both the situations and the people involved. This will probably be the last graphically violent chapter though there are still a couple of large battles left to be fought. Before the battles and the violence, however, there is planning...and that's where we begin...
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There's a Fine Line...
Chapter 14
At the bottom of a small hill, the crowd of nonhumans was
steadily growing in number. Blake, along with Sapphire, Opal, Devereux, and the
councilwoman, Karen Walker, had arrived the day following the attack on the
Simons Enterprises building. The rapidly growing number of tents, crates,
people, and security measures caused curiosity and some suspicion amongst those
in the small town and, by noon, the local police force arrived to investigate.
With the formidable vampire ready to tear the throat of any who delayed his
planned rescue of his mate, the pixies intercepted the officers and used their
fey magic to ‘persuade’ them that the camp was part of a routine exercise by
Homeland Security. They even accompanied the officers back to their captain and
‘showed’ him their credentials and permits until he assured them there would be
no further trouble from his people. In a show of unity, he drove the pixies
back to the camp and then blocked the roads so the locals couldn't interfere.
Meanwhile, Blake paced. He paced and hissed and rode the
very edge of control over his feral nature. Without the full vampiric bond most
mates enjoyed, he didn't know if Alicia was alive or dead, injured or well, or
suffering any of the thousands of indignities his fertile mind could conjure
forth. The delay in bringing the necessary numbers to attack the stronghold was
tearing him apart as he alternated between praying to a God he’d never fully
believed in to bring his mate out whole and well and cursing that very same God
for subjecting her to even more torments.
“Blake?” Elizabeth approached the volatile vampire and
handed him a glass of Sangue Vino.
“Augustin called. He will be arriving tomorrow with ten of the best warriors
the al Zarqua coven out of Persia has to offer. They should get here about the
same time as the eight constituents from the local Vampire Council, though they
will be of unknown age or abilities. Also arriving are five from the New
Orleans Council and twelve from the Kovalensky Coven of Moscow. Those who owe
you and me favors consider this trip payment in full.”
“Understood.” Blake drained the warmed bloodwine and did a
quick tally of the numbers. “This will give us forty-one vampires of various ages
and power. Have the pixies heard from Lysavar?”
“The Royal Advisor is still in the elven lands handling a
few issues that stemmed from an issue with Michael’s mating. He has promised to
return no later than Wednesday night but is hopeful that he’ll be able to
arrive that morning. The king has promised at least one unit of elven warriors
and they were going to appeal to the Academy for mages.”
“The elf is cutting it close,” Blake growled and sat his
empty glass on a crate and started walking towards one of the large canvas
tents. “I’m not waiting for him to decide to stop playing the lovesick fool for
UrĂºvion. We’ll attack at dawn on Thursday as planned whether he’s deigned to
join us or not.”
“He’ll be here, Blake.” Elizabeth followed Blake into a tent
where a human quartermaster was organizing the weaponry and rationing out the
ammunition. “Lysavar has always been exceedingly fond of you. He won’t let you
fight this battle alone.”
“Ms. Pierce?” A youngling vampire hurried into the tent and
handed the petite brunette a cellphone before casting a wary look at her
intimidating companion and exiting just as quickly. The call was short but
brought a fierce smile to the vampire lady’s face.
“Tomorrow will also see the arrival of ten of the Leroux
Pack’s finest betas, four fox scouts from the Ingram Troop, six of the finest
hunters from the Eurytion Herd of centaurs, and seven toms from the Obasanjo Pride of tigers.”
“More political maneuvering from the Summit, Elizabeth?”
“Not at all or, at least, not entirely. Each family had a
child taken by the Colonel and your mate was instrumental in helping them
escape. They are eager to return the favor.”
Blake’s lips curled as his pride in his beautiful mate
swelled. She had always dismissed the things she’d done during her captivity
and escape as necessary and unimpressive. His tiefling didn’t realize how much
her actions had affected those around her. He would be certain to impress upon
her again just how incredibly special she was, and to more than just him. After
he’d spent at least a month checking every inch of her delightful body for
signs of trauma.
“What of the Celestial?” The vampire forced his mind away
from the pleasurable thoughts of having his enchanting mate in his playroom and
back to the situation at hand.
“Devereux assures me that Camael will return on the morrow. The
Celestial is reporting to its Gatekeeper in the hopes of securing at least a
few warriors for the battle.” Elizabeth picked up one of the semiautomatic
handguns, a Glock 19, pulled back the slide and ejected the magazine for a
quick check before snapping it back into place and sighting down the barrel.
Satisfied at the weight and balance of the weapon, she nodded to the human
armorer and placed it back in the crate. “It’s also requesting a second
sunblade for you to carry, though Devereux feels that will be categorically
denied.”
“How is he doing?” Blake nodded to the human workmen before
escorting his friend from the tent. He followed Elizabeth to the RV she shared
with Johannes and accepted another glass of bloodwine.
“He is amazingly well, all things considered.” She gestured
towards a confined sitting area and sighed in relief when her agitated friend
actually sat. “He’s fully recovered from both the battle as well as the blood
poisoning.”
“And mentally? I know the Celestial has claimed him as mate
but Armentage didn’t look too keen on the idea. We can’t afford the two of them
having some kind of personal meltdown when the situation turns critical.”
“Devereux has a personal stake in this fight, Blake. His
focus is probably better than yours right now.”
“What the hell do you mean by that, Elizabeth?” The fierce
hiss through rapidly elongating fangs had the petite vampire rolling her eyes
in exasperation. “There is nothing
more important to me than rescuing my mate!”
“You know exactly what I mean! When was the last time you
slept, Blake? Had more than just a sip or two of blood? You won’t do Alicia any
good if you’re on the verge of going feral by the time we attack. You’re
skirting that edge already and every day I see you inching closer.”
“I can’t feel her, Elizabeth! I don’t know if she’s alive or
dead. I don’t know if she’s injured or well. I don’t even know what that
fucking demon is doing to her.” Blake pushed up from the chair to pace the
cramped area, plunging his hands into his hair and giving it an aggravated tug.
“It is driving me insane.”
“And I have lost forever one of the only two Children I have
ever Sired.” Rising to step directly into his path, Elizabeth’s crimson eyes
flashed with devastated fury. “Every single second since his death I have felt a
hole in my very being where my Francisco once lay, but I refuse to give in to
the pain. I don’t have time for the luxury of grief; not yet. Not if I want my
vengeance. Grieve on Friday if she is truly lost, Blake, but keep your wits
about you until the coming battle. It will get you killed if you don’t regain
control.”
Blake raised himself to his full height and glared down at
the petite vampire who challenged him. His bearing was that of a feudal lord of
the Dark Ages. His anger and power as a Primary Investigator for the Primus
Concilium swirled around him like a maelstrom. Elizabeth never twitched, never
blinked or looked away. The air grew thick with suppressed violence and coiled
tension.
“I am in complete control, Lady Pierce,” he bit out through clenched
teeth. With a snarl of fury, he stormed from the small trailer and into the
dappled sunlight that filtered through the towering pines.
“Damn you, Blake Simons,” Elizabeth whispered. “I refuse to
lose you as well.” Slipping from the trailer, she stalked through the camp
looking for someone who might be able to get through to the stubborn vampire.
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