MESSENGERS

Present Time

As Lord Kamaz walked up the stairs with Zelda in his arms, Rena cornered Falkur to the wall.

“Care to tell me who that is?" She questioned.

Even though they were almost the same height, the sudden rush at which she had fixed him to the nearest wall, had him slouched in a position that had him looking up to her.

“No one you need to know about" Falkur said in a dismissive tone.

“Even though I'm over three centuries old, I guess you still treat me like a freaking human neonate. Since the day I began to work for our King, I have never seen his hands come in contact with the skin of any other.

But right now, a female is in his arms and not just any female…a human female! And you dare say it's nothing I need to know. Spill Falkur!” She said in a fierce hushed tone as she slammed her knuckles on the wall by his head.

“Or what baby Rena?" Falkur teased despite the fact that he could clearly see from the way her face was poised, that she was dead serious.

“Or I stop blood from flowing around where the sun never sees. How do you like that?" Rena asked, a mischievous smile strung on her lips.

One of her legs was in between Falkur’s legs and her angled leg could deal a harsh slam to his balls if she wanted.

Falkur placed a hand on the knee and eased it off. He finally straightened to his full position and towered above the female vampire.

“Learn to stay out of some things" He said and with that he removed her hand off the wall and walked away, leaving a disturbed Rena behind.

She knew not to push things.

Even though Falkur Norma is known for his close to sunshine nature and clear atmosphere, she, maybe more than anyone, knew that he could very well be considered the most dangerous creature to exist apart from Lord Kamazotz.

As Falkur went to his room, the soft click of his door gave room to the rapid beating of his heart.

Though he knew that Rena had been too in her feelings to have taken notice, he had tried his best for his heart to maintain a neutral pace when she had suddenly cornered him.

She had been spontaneous about it and his quick witted nature had not been expecting it in the least. More than ever he had wanted to switch the position they were by the wall and wanted to have a taste of her.

The scent of blood was on her, a primary indication that she had gone against order and drunk a human’s blood but still, he could perceive that scent that was just…her. It had consumed his senses more than the smell of blood on her and yet again, he knew he wasn't going to tell Lord Kamaz this observation.

It was his cross to carry. His love to bear.

Rena would never look at him that way… in that way she looks at Lord Kamaz. It hurt but again he reminded himself that his greatest purpose alive was to serve the King - Lord Ragnar Kamazotz.

Meanwhile as Kamaz took Zeda to her room, she had somehow slithered her arms around his neck in her subconscious state. Kamaz suspected that she was cold and his first thought of response was to tuck her properly in bed.

But it seemed subconscious Zeda had other plans. She refused to let go of him and when he tried to place her down, she only ended up inching closer to his skin.

He had to sit on the bed with her still in his arms.

A smile played on his lips as he looked at the small woman in his arms. She looked almost smaller than he could remember.

‘She needs to eat more’ He mentally noted.

His eyes roamed across her face.

She looked exactly the same. Scents exactly the same and feels exactly the same.

He was very much aware of this habit of hers.

Those days when it was her warmth that could revive him to sanity, she would stay with him till he was normal and when he is finally himself, she would be devoid of strength and would go limp in his arms.

But still whenever he goes to lie her on her bed, she would refuse to let go of him…just like she was doing now.

His heart sang in joy. His blood thrummed gladness and sheer glee.

He thought these feelings would be either foreign or stale to him but here he was.

His eyes on her face dragged to her neck and the joy he was feeling some seconds ago was a fading memory. On her neck were about four faint red marks.

He had seen those marks on her neck when he had cried on her dead body seven centuries ago. He had buried his head and tears in the crook of her neck for three nights as he pleaded with her cold and darkening skin to come alive and come back to him.

Those marks were the signs of what they had done to her.

‘She isn't…she isn't supposed to have those!

They weren't on her before that incident’ He thought.

He grazed a finger on one of the marks and he felt a small quick burn on his finger.

‘Probably it was placed as a birthmark on her neck in this life, so I will always remember how I wasn't able to protect her - a clear reminder of my incompetence!’

He suddenly felt terrible as guilt began to feed on him again. He carefully pried her interlocked fingers off him and placed her on her bed.

He snugly tucked her in bed before he retired to his room.

He had barely opened the door to his room when their scents cloaked the air behind him.

They could not teleport into his room but they could very well appear outside it. He knew they weren't there but even their projections were almost as strong as they are.

“We meet again Lord Ragnar Kamazotz!" The leader of their messengers said.