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Innocent Souls

Chapter
Five: The Vile Village and Temptation Blooming

By: Elf

Dawn of the Dead was one of the most pragmatic Fey that Bronach had met, and one of the most fun. She was mostly human, but her elfin blood ran
strong through her veins and marked her through her unique magical talent and
her long pointed ears. Ears that dripped with steel studs and rings enough to make Bronach cringe and hold her own tapered ears protectively.

Dawn stood a
whole head shorter than Bronach, and was positively
dwarfed by D. However, that didn�t faze the elf much. In
fact, she strode into Blackmoure�s castle, tossed her
long platinum blond hair and asked where the hell Bronach
was and muttered that this had better be good.

�Well, I need
your help,� Bronach said to the elf.

Dawn rolled her
large silver eyes and snorted, �Well yeah.
I mean, it�s not everyday that a huge fucking crow pecks at my window
and starts talking to me in the voice that could only belong to one person.�

�That�s a hard
spell to rig up,� Bronach snorted.

Dawn retorted,
�Well, yeah, if you haven�t gotten laid.�

Bronach glared.
Dawn grinned impishly and stretched, causing her shirt to rise and show
off the black dragon tattooed around her pierced navel. �Yeah, I know the whole virgin shtick is part
of your oh so great reputation that makes lesser fey wet their knickers when
you come a-calling, Bron, but you need to so
get over that. It increases your magical
ability too,� Dawn suggested.

Bronach sighed and shook her head. Dawn was the paramour of Lucifer the Null,
the bastard son of Lady Noreen, High Chamberlain of the Joint Council and Prime
Minister of the Unseelie Council, and a Barbaroi incubus warrior.
Noreen was one of the main ones responsible for sending Bronach out if needed, even though Noreen was fully capable
of doing so herself.

�Who is she?� D
whispered softly as he watched as Dawn looked around the castle.

Bronach answered, �Dawn of the Dead, elfin
paramour to Lucifer the Null.�

�Why is her title
�of the Dead�?� D asked as Dawn made her way to the infirmary.

Bronach grinned and answered, �Because she is a
true necromancer.�

�The Nobles kill
every necromancer they hear about,� D replied, �Faerie or not.�

Bronach leaned against the archway and said,
�She�s not Faerie, she is an elf. And they tried. They killed her human mother in front of
her. Dawn�s tenacious and back her into a corner and she�ll fight like a cat to win.�

�Holy
shit! Their souls, they�re gone!� Dawn cried
from the infirmary.

Bronach grinned at D before sweeping past him to
talk to her friend. She reached the
infirmary to find Dawn swinging a moonstone pendulum over the children. At least trying to and failing because the
children had no spiritual energy to make the stone spin. Save for Cedric, even soulless he had
physical power to make it spin and sway.

�This kid�s not
human,� Dawn said as she peered at the boy.

D supplied, �His
father was Lord Blackmoure and his mother was a
vampire huntress.�

�Now there�s a
tortured romance for you,� Dawn snorted as she put the pendent back into her
jeans� pocket.

Bronach asked, �Will you protect the children
while we go hunt the rogue Faerie.�

�What�s the bum
fuck�s name?� Dawn asked as she peered at the little girl beside Cedric.

D answered, �Ciaran.�

Dawn�s head shot
up and her eyes widened. She froze as
she looked at D. Then she looked at Bronach. She asked,
�He didn�t say Ciaran did he?�

�Aye, he did,� Bronach confirmed, nodding her head.

Dawn walked away
from the children, wringing her tiny hands together. She shook her head and looked owlishly at Bronach. She said,
�Don�t go, Bron. Don�t go after him, please. Lucifer and Noreen would skin me if I let you
take on Ciaran alone.�

�Why?� D asked.

Dawn glared at D
and snapped, �This isn�t like hunting a vampire. This is . . . He has imps and goblins and
even trolls loyal to him, Bron. Not only that, his shadow
weaving abilities make Noreen�s look like utter crap. And he�s insane, going on and on about the
Wild Hunt when they haven�t been seen for years. Not to mention he�s obviously managed to
crack the spell on how to separate a soul from a body and keep the soul whole
and to him without it going to the Ether.
Not even I can manage that sort of mojo, and
I�m a necromancer.�

D�s dark eyes met
Bronach�s.
Obviously, he was unafraid. Or he
was just so damned brave that he didn�t care.
Or that stupid.

�Thanks, Dawnie, but, will you protect the children?� Bronach prodded gently.

Dawn�s nose
wrinkled as she asked, �I don�t have to change any diapers, do I?�

�No, there�s a
nurse who does that,� Bronach chuckled.

Dawn looked
around and shrugged. She answered,
�Sure, why the fuck not? I mean, it�s
been ages since I�ve gotten to kick ass.
Besides, Ciaran won�t be coming back
here. He already has what he needs.�

�That�s why we�re
leaving,� D stated, looking at Bronach.

Dawn ran over to Bronach and hugged her.
Bronach stroked the young elf�s flaxen hair
and kissed her on the forehead. �Be
careful,� the punky elf whispered.

�What�s the fun
in that?� Bronach retorted with a wink as she walked
over to D, giving the children one last look before they left.

******

D was inspecting Blackmoure�s mount.
Of course, it was in better shape than his ever was and top of the
line. It looked at D with blazing
artificial crimson eyes and snorted. It
restlessly pawed its hay as D tightened his saddle around it.

In the stall next
to his he heard a hauntingly beautiful voice singing softly in Gaelic. He could only translate a few of the words,
but the song was soothing, filled with hope and promise. He looked over to see Bronach
tending to a black cybernetic horse that was almost the twin of D�s own mount,
save for the sharp steel points that came out of the horse�s head like horns
that marked D�s mount the mount of a Noble.

He watched as she
combed the mount�s mane and checked its hooves.
She rose back to her feet and continued to sing her song in the horse�s
ear. The horse turned its head toward
her and bent toward her shoulder. She
laughed as it proceeded to nibble at her collar before moving towards her
braid.

�Off with you
now,� she laughed as she gently shoved the horse�s face away.

D looked at Bronach and asked, �Are you ready?�

�Aye, lets get this over with,� Bronach
answered as she mounted her horse.

D mounted his
horse as well and they rode out of the stables.
A few of the stable hands were watching them wearily. Bronach placed a
black felt hat on her head that shielded her face from the sun and hid her
ears. She looked at him with a smile.

He nodded in
return as they rode out of the gardens.
She leaned forward on her horse and smirked at him. �Race you to the gates,� she challenged with
a mischievous glint in her indigo eyes.

D blinked at her
and his left palm was vibrating again.
He tightened his fist over the reigns and glared at her. �Well, I�d be leery to race me too. I mean, why try when you�ll lose anyway,
right?� she taunted. Then she snapped
her reigns and tapped the horse�s sides with her heels.

The horse
whinnied loudly before taking off. Its
hooves pounded up tiny clouds of coppery dust as she rode, her braid whipping
behind her like a golden banner. D�s
eyes narrowed and he shook his head.

He knew getting
the horses worked up at the beginning of this trip would do them no good. Then again, they were riding cybernetic
mounts. Top of the
line ones none the less. He
figured she�d taunt and tease him the entire way if he didn�t take up her
challenge.

�Can�t let her
have that now, can you D?� his Left Hand chuckled, as if he was reading D�s
thoughts. D knew he couldn�t, but they
were so much a part of one and another that they didn�t need to.

D leaned forward,
slapped the reigns, and dug his heels into the horse�s flanks. The horse took off with its hooves pounding
the pathway like thunder. Bronach�s braid loomed closer and he could hear her joyous
laughing as he caught up with her.

He caught abreast
with her and she smiled at him. He rose
off the horse and bent forward even more.
With less of his weight bearing on its back, the horse took off like a
rocket. His feet barely touched the
ground as they reached the gate.

The cool air
whipped at his face, hair and tugged at his hat. It promised to be a pleasant ride, well,
pleasant for traveling on the Frontier.
The sun would be setting earlier and earlier each night, proving a
blessing for him.

He tilted his
head up and sniffed the crisp air. The
horse was running so fast he seemed like he was flying. It was odd, this freedom and Bronach�s laughter ringing in his ears.

He reached the
gate and slowed the horse down.

The air shimmered
around them. D stopped his horse as he
felt something rush from the ground.
It was cool and burning at the same time. It rushed up and he felt an invisible barrier
being built around the castle. His
stomach churned and his heart thundered.

He felt a warm,
slim hand cover his. He turned to see Bronach looking at him reassuringly as she squeezed his
hand. He looked back at the castle and
narrowed his eyes.

Around the
castle, undetectable from human eyes, there was a silvery red haze all around
it, like crystal shards. It shimmered
and wavered. It radiated coldness. �A ward, a necromancer�s
ward,� he murmured to himself, suddenly realizing why Bronach
asked Dawn to come here.

The elf�s ward
was a far more potent guard system than the electronics and force shields that
most Nobles used. Nothing could get in
unless Dawn allowed it. He looked back
at Bronach and she grinned.

She stated, �I�m
more than a pretty voice you know.�

�Quite,� he said
in agreement as he turned toward the rocky desert awaiting them. �We should go,� he added softly.

Bronach nodded and replied, �Before the sun
becomes too much a problem.�

He nodded in
agreement as he spurred his horse into movement again. Bronach kept up
with him easily. In fact, she seemed to
be enjoying his brisk pace and for that he was thankful. He could do without a whining maid, but then
again, Bronach herself proclaimed that she was no
damsel in distress.

And he thanked
God for small favors.

******

Saying Batharoy was a cesspit was being kind to the city.

It was large for
a frontier city, complete with thick electromagnetic gates that wrapped around
the front of the main town itself. In
the mountain in the distance a huge black castle was looming in the
distance. Loud noise, gunshots and music
could be heard the closer one ventured to the town. Cows, horses and sheep were being loud and
whining, which was accompanied by the occasional human curse and snap of a
whip. The main street was paved with a
pinkish stone, but was dotted in bits of manure and an occasional body. There were more saloons and whore houses than
stores, and rowdy Hunters raced on the street on horse back or on motorcycles.

D and Bronach approached the city gates.

Suddenly, Bronach pressed her hands to her ears and doubled over in
pain. D looked at her. Her glamor began to
crack, revealing a sickly glow to her skin, not the radiant one he�d first
encountered when he forced her to drop her glamor. In fact, it was like the glow she had when
clasped in cold iron.

He nudged his
horse closer to her and lifted her hat.
Her breath was rapid and tinny, her nostrils made tiny whistling sounds
with each inhale. She looked up at her
and he bent forward.

�You can�t come
with me if this is going to be a regular occurrence,� he told her.

Bronach gestured to the gate and whispered,
�There�s too much iron around. Just let
me get past the barrier and I should be all right.�

�Are you sure?� D
asked her skeptically.

She nodded
weakly. He placed her hat back on her
head and asked, �Can you sit up?�

Bronach took a deep breath and reached under her
shirt. She tightened her fist around
something and rose up. Her glamor slammed back into place, leaving her pale, but other
wise normal looking. She closed her eyes
and her mouth moved rapidly as her fingers moved under her shirt, right around
her throat.

She was chanting
in Gaelic, over and over again. �My Lady of the Three. The Lady, the Wolf, and the
Crow. The Morrigan,
I plead for you to give me strength.�

D watched as the glamor slammed back into place. She sat up and flipped her braid off her
shoulder. She squared her shoulders and
looked up at the gate. �Caochan! I swear, humans and
their nicknacks.
If a wee beastie wanted in, they could get in.�

D nodded in
agreement as they approached the city gates.
He narrowed his eyes and looked up.
Sitting in a hidden hollow was someone dressed in head to toe in silvery
armor. A pale violet piece of glass made
up the visor that gleamed in the shadows of the hovel. The person had a laser rifle trained on them.

�See the man in
the combat suit?� D whispered softly.

Bronach nodded with a tiny grin. She replied,
�Aye. Wanna
see him fall of his post?�

�Not at the
moment,� D chided as he watched the man direct his gun toward him.

D looked around
to the out post on the top of the gate.
A young man dressed in the sensible, protective leather clothing of a
rider was looking back at them. He was
soon joined by various other men of different shapes and sizes dressed any
where between the man in the combat suit and the clothing of the rider. The rider tipped his hat back and squinted.

All he�d be able
to see were a tall man and a woman both dressed in black. Bronach�s was of a
finer material and make than D�s. He
knew that they�d assume he was working for her.
Which was what he wanted.

�Hello down
there, what�s your business in Batharoy?� the rider
shouted down to them.

D looked at Bronach and sharply whispered, �Don�t give him one of your
arrogant half answers.�

�D, you need to
learn to lighten up,� she retorted with that grin of hers, the plump lower lip
curving wickedly.

D glared down at
her and pushed back a wave of irritation.
He said, �Just tell him we�d like to see the mayor and sheriff.�

�We have business
with the mayor and sheriff. It�s quite
important,� Bronach shouted out, her lilting voice
ringing.

D looked up at
the guards in satisfaction. The rider
turned to D and shouted, �Is that true, or do you let your woman do all the
talking for you?�

In the corner of
his eye he saw Bronach bristle. He saw her hand going toward her axe. He looked up at the rider. He answered, �She is her own person. Now, we need to speak to the sheriff and
mayor immediately.�

�Why the hell do
you need to?� the leader shouted back. D
heard the electrical hum of rifles being cocked and loaded. D lifted his head and stared the young man
down.

D answered,
�That�s not of your concern. Let us in.�

�We don�t let
fucking half-bastards in our city. So
turn back around, dhampire, before we
turn you around ourselves,� the man in the combat suit shouted from his post.

D�s eyes
narrowed. The horse stamped impatiently
into the sand and danced back then up again.
�Like Dave said, we don�t allow fucking half-breeds in our city. Now turn around before we fucking chase your
ass out!� the leader snapped.

D was about to
tell Bronach that they�d have to find another way
in. He was use to this sort of treatment
after all. After a thousand or so years,
you found other ways to get around it.

However, Bronach dismounted off her horse and tipped her hat
back. She strode up to the gates and
looked directly up at the leader. The
guards were nudging and pointing at her between bewildered chuckles.

�You, Blaigeard, are an ignorant hick. Now, you�ll let us in or I�ll let us in, and
trust me, child, you don�t want me to let myself in. It gets rather violent and ends up with you
on your arses and bleeding. Not to mention all the violence and fowl
language that I don�t want to have wee ones seeing and hearing,� Bronach proclaimed with a smirk.

The guards
laughed at her. D covered his ears and
bowed his head. She took a deep breath
and screamed.

The horses
reared. The ground shook slightly. Pops, hisses, sizzles, and the sound of glass
shattering harmonized with the screech.
The guards shouted, cursed, winched and covered their ears. The force field wasn�t glowing anymore. She walked right up to the gate, took off her
axe, and swung it up.

She brought her
axe down in a hard arch. A loud cling
sounded and then the gate creaked. It
swung open with a push of her hand. Then
she tossed her hair, turned back around, and mounted her horse again.

She smiled at
D. D sighed, �You shouldn�t have done
that.�

�Pfffft. Stop worrying,� she
chuckled as she trotted right through the gates. Sighing, D spurred his horse into
motion. He looked around to see people
leaving the streets and heading indoors.

They were soon
surrounded by the rider and his guards.
D heard a slight electrical hum from behind him. Bronach spun her
axe and smiled.

�Kill the dhampire, leave the bitch alive,� the leader hissed.

D simply looked
at the men and they skittered back from him.
He looked over at Bronach. She smiled at him before looking at the
leader. She slid off her horse and said,
�Let me handle this, D.�

�Wait, did she
say D?� one of the guards asked, a huge hulking man with a purple Mohawk and
scroll work etched into his black skin.

The leader swore,
�Mother fucker. Men, stand the hell
down.�

�Wow, the
hillbillies have some sense after all,� Bronach
drawled.

D stepped down
from his horse and said, �We need to speak with the mayor and sheriff.�

�Well, we don�t
have either. I�m Sean MacCallaugh,� the leader said as he took his hat off. He had bright, curly red hair, fair skin, and
iridescent green eyes.

D nodded and Sean
stepped closer. �So, Hunter D, what�s so
damned important and what the hell is she?�

�The children of
your village are in danger from something far worse than what she is, and much
more powerful,� D told him, �Is there some place we can talk away from prying
eyes?�

�Course. The saloon. I have an
office there,� Sean replied with a nod as he turned around, gesturing for them
to follow.

******

Sean�s �office�
was a poker table in the back of a bar where a curvy blonde wrapped dressed in
no more than a handkerchief wrapped around him and played with his red
curls. He smiled at her and patted her
rear. She let off a delighted squeal as
she trotted off.

Bronach rolled her eyes and sat down at the
table. D was sitting so he could watch
the door and the rest of the saloon.
Whores were leaning over and pointing at D, smiling and whispering about
the lovely hunter behind their fans. She
rolled her eyes and looked back at Sean.

Sean asked, �You
a mutant?�

�Nae, I�m something that the world thought long
gone,� Bronach answered as the blond strumpet
returned with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. One she placed in front of Sean and the other
in front of D. D picked up the glass and
started to hand it to her.

Bronach snatched the glass out of D�s hand and
grabbed the whiskey out of the girl�s.
Sean looked at D and said, �Sorry, we don�t cater to blood sucking
around here. This is about the strongest
we have.�

D�s look was as
frosty and intense as ever. Bronach saw that one lock of hair fall between his
eyes. Her hand itched. He looked back at her, his hat obscuring his
face.

She opened the
bottle of whiskey and poured herself and Sean a glass. Sean asked, �So, what the hell is going
on?� His iridescent green eyes flickered
between her and D. She took a drink of
whiskey. She preferred absinthe, as did
most Fey, but it wasn�t bad.

�Have you heard
what has happened to Blackston?� D asked.

Sean took a large
gulp of his drink and nodded. He
answered, �Yeah, kids all struck down by some plague or something. I think Blackmoure�s
got something to do with it.�

�Blackmoure is dead,� D said.

Sean chuckled as
he raised his glass to D. He chortled,
�Well, Hunter, I guess you are as good as they say. Killing a leech like Blackmoure
is a might impressive thing to do.�

�He didn�t kill Blackmoure,� Bronach drawled
sardonically.

Sean laughed as
he looked at her. He snorted, �Your
voice might be impressive and all, but I don�t think it�ll kill fucking Lord Blackmoure.�

�I didn�t kill
him either,� Bronach retorted as she took another
drink.

Confusion dawned
in Sean�s glowing green eyes. Bronach looked him over.
His hair was too rich a red. His
skin too flawless for a natural redhead, not a freckle marking the milky
paleness, nor a sunburn scorching it.

Sean asked, �What
the hell are you two getting at?�

�The children had
their souls extracted from their bodies,� D stated.

Sean�s eyes
widened and he grew even paler. He
stuttered, �I thought those magics were long lost.�

D�s dark eyes
flickered over towards her. She raised
her eyebrow. D looked back at him. He continued, �They are to be offered in a
ritual.�

�What the
fucking hell stole them?� Sean cried. He clutched the table roughly. Rings of vibration were going through his
golden whiskey. Two bright red spots
appeared high on his cheeks.

Bronach answered, �An Unseelie
Shadow Wielder.�

�What the fuck
does that mean?� Sean hissed.

D answered, �I�m
sure you have heard of the Barbaroi, yes?�

Sean nodded.

D continued,
�There are those among their ranks that can control shadows and travel through
them, and make traps out of them. While Ciaran can do this, he can also bend shadows into shape and
form so they can do damage or bind someone.
He sneaks into the child�s room, steals the soul, and escapes without a
trace.�

�Well, we�ll post
guards at every house that has a kid,� Sean snapped, �Can�t get past all of
us.�

Bronach snickered. D looked at her and she shrugged. �What?
You know he can,� she sighed and shook her head.

Sean glared and
said, �The crew here are bad asses. We hunt any and everything from were-tigers
to,� a coy smirk towards D, �dhampires.�

�Well, we didn�t
say you were overly intelligent,� Bronach drawled
sardonically.

The corners of
D�s lips quirked up ever so slightly.
She returned the smile and watched Sean.
Sean snorted, �We could have killed the both of you as soon as you
crossed the fucking threshold.�

Bronach met D�s gaze. Again, his lips turned up ever so
slightly. She grinned back at him. �Of course you could, lad,� she retorted as
she downed the rest of her whiskey, �But ye�ve never
dealt with the likes of Ciaran before.�

�So, what the
hell are you proposing that we do, bitch?� Sean snorted.

D answered, �Hide
the children in a place where there is a high iron content. It would render Ciaran�s
magics and make it harder for him to take them. Risk as much man power as you have to guard
the children. We will take care of Ciaran.�

�Sorry, hause, but we�ve got our own way of doing things around
here. We�ve got an inn,
you take your mouthy twit here and get settled in. I�m not getting the people riled up around
here just because some half-bloodsucker tells me so, and I don�t give a flying
fuck who he is,� Sean proclaimed as he stood up from
the table. �Now, I�ve gotta talk to my men about some poison moth men running
loose.�

******

�How quaint,� Bronach grumbled beside D as they entered the room. Apparently, the only room they had was a
single suite. It was cramped with a low
ceiling and heavy wood paneling with a table, two chairs, a vanity, and a huge
bed.

�I shall describe
this bed as orgy sized,� the blonde grumbled as she sat down on the bed, her
bags dropping beside her.

D ignored her and
walked over to the table. He sat down
and pulled out the various maps from his utility belt. He unrolled them and began to look at them.

His eyes narrowed
as he looked the layout of the town over.
Due to the heavy force field the town was in the shape of an
octagon. Eight sides around a circular
center. Right now the field around the
main gate was being repaired due to Bronach�s
impatience.

However, she had
trouble getting into the gate.

He drifted his
gaze over to where she was sitting on the bed and going through her
things. A few golden strands glowed in
the sunlight coming from the window and stuck out against the blackness of her
clothing. Like a candle in the middle
of a darkened room, D thought dryly as he watched her pull a few different
sized crystals from her bag.

He recognized
them all as various types of quartz, even rare Mountain Blue Quartz that was
such a bright blue it almost glowed. For
a while it was one of the mainstays of Noble technology before they found out
that they couldn�t produce it synthetically.
The neon blue crystal created by the various pollution and radiation
from man�s various wars were replaced by easier to manufacture sapphires,
rubies, and diamonds.

He asked, �Would Ciaran encounter the same difficulty that you did coming
into the city?�

�Nae,� she replied in her native Gaelic with a
tiny shake of her head, �He�d travel within the Shadows and will himself into a
child�s room.�

D sighed, �And be
out with the child�s soul before anyone knew any better.�

�Well, you fight
magic with magic, or heavy iron beams if you have them,� Bronach
replied with a grin as she palmed a large piece of greyish-blue
quartz. From where D was sitting he noted tiny blue spears littered all through the bottom of
the stone. Apparently it was that
inclusion that made it the odd blue.

D asked, �What
are you planning?�

�What I can do at
best is bind him within the city for a short time. Minutes at best. However, if he attacks a child . . .� she
clapped her hands together and then snapped her fingers, �Bang, we can know
about it and get there posthaste.�

D nodded and
replied, �A warding spell with an alarm to it.�

�Aye.
However, with what I have the best I can do is find the general vicinity
that he�s in, bugger it all,� she sighed, rubbing her forehead.

D stood up and
walked over to her. He picked up a
glittering golden piece of quartz that reminded him of sunlight. He studied it then looked at her.

He asked, �What
do you need? More
crystals? I think there is an
abandoned mine shaft near here.�

�And various
herbs and then I need time to sing the bloody spell,� she answered, �Mainly, I need that Changeling brat off my back.�

D nodded and
replied, �Lets get started then.�

She smiled,
lighting up her face. �You know, this is
the most cooperative you�ve been,� she teased him lightly.

�At least I�m not
impatient and handicap a city�s main security system,� D retorted lightly.

Bronach moved closer to him. Her indigo eyes searched his face. Then, suddenly, they lit up as her hand
reached up and snatched his hat.

She placed his
hat firmly on her head and stood up.

D stood up after
her and rushed in her way. Irritably, he
moved to take his hat back. She simply
danced out of his way with a chuckle.

�Not so
fast. I need citrine and clear. I�d prefer the citrine, but clear would do in
a pinch,� she told him with that damned lower lip curving invitingly.

D snatched his
hat back and put it back on his head. He
replied, �Fine.� He headed for the door
and she darted in front of him this time.

�Not milky. But clear quartz,� she instructed winsomely.

D looked down at
her and replied, �Fine.�

Then she bounced
on her toes.

Her lips were
soft and warm as they lightly pressed into his chin. She smelled like lavender and magic. He could hear the soft thunder of blood
rushing through her veins, blood that would be sweeter than any imagined.

Yet all he could
focus on was her lower lip.

Delicate hands
rested upon his shoulders as a pale face turned towards him. He watched as her tiny tongue swiftly
moistened her lips. Then her hand
smoothed away a lock of hair from the middle of his forehead.

�That was
bothering me for a while,� she confessed.

Indeed, he
reasoned dryly as he looked at her. He
bent his head forward and her hands moved from his shoulders to grasp his
face. Before he could resist, her lips
caressed lightly against his.

He returned the
kiss ever so gently. His body was
tense. What he really wanted to do was
shove her against the wall and take all she had to offer, and then some. He wanted to strip her of her glamor and have her wild and herself.

His tongue met no
resistance as she parted her mouth to him.
In fact, hers darted out eagerly to meet his own. She made a tiny, whimpering cry as his left
hand pressed against her lower back to guide her closer to him. She was warm, so very very
warm.

She tasted tangy,
like oranges and lemons. Fresh and bracing, and so very much herself. His fangs lengthened and throbbed in time
with her heart beat. His right hand went
up to the high collar of her silk shirt.

All I�d have
to do is rip . . .

With a tiny growl
he let her lips go. He lifted his head
up and took deep breaths. The heat raged
through him, wanting to take and to have.

Then, then oddly,
he was filled with a strange sense of calm.
He heard a soft singing, throaty and seductive. He closed his eyes as he relaxed.

�You know, it is
good to lose control once in a while,� Bronach said
in a shaky voice, her breath coming in tiny pants as her small breasts heaved
against his chest. She was trembling,
and not from fear. Maybe a little fear,
but somehow he was aware that she wasn�t afraid of him.

He traced his
right thumb over her lower lip and she shivered. Her eyes closed and her head rested against
the wall. So responsive, he
thought, not vaguely aware of the last time he�d been with a woman. Hundreds of years ago he reasoned, and never
a human.

D looked down at
her and managed to say, �We have work to do.�

�Right. Work. Ciaran. The nasty bastard,� Bronach
chirped awkwardly, still not moving.

He smiled at her
slightly and she beamed. He tucked a few
loose strands behind her ear. He said,
�Citrine or rock crystal.�

�Right!� she said
brightly, nodding eagerly.

He looked down at
her and said, �Go cast your spell. I�ll
find you.�

He started to
head for the door. Behind him he heard
her softly whisper to herself in Gaelic.

�I will always
wait.�

To Be Continued

Author�s Notes: Dawn of the Dead has to be the cheesiest
name for a necromancer ever in God�s green creation. Part of this is because I am a major
geek. Hell, I even own a shirt that
reads Joss Whedon is My Master Now. (All hail to Joss Whedon!) The other part is that I have a very skewed sense of humor.
I have all this seriousness running around with Ciaran
stealing children�s souls, D, and decided I needed to have something to lighten
up the mood somewhat.

I�m also a huge
gem geek too. Hence Bronach�s
pendent and crystals. The Mountain Blue
Quartz was based loosely on Siberian Blue Quartz, which is a
synthetic quartz that is the color of blue M&Ms. It�s gorgeous. One of my favorite pendants is made out of
it. So, with how fucked up D�s world is
then the mineral structure would have changed too slightly.

Or I�m just BSing my way out of this.

Also, be kind and
review! Feed the muse. I like comments. Tell me what needs help and tell me what you
like.

And I promise
there will be porn! Really! Just . . .
Bronach and D are sort of stubborn. Which is a GOOD thing I
think.

So until later, and I�m reading Vampire
Hunter D: Raiser of Gales! Yay, D�s a hacker among other things! This amuses greatly.

Also, I�d like to thank Arismal and Psi Yamaneko for their thoughts
and views on D.

Hopefully, I�m
following the groundwork of the novels while keeping it in my own writing
style. So, if you�ve read the books,
tell me what you think. And damn the
books are kinky.
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