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Innocent Souls

Chapter
Six: A New Offering

By: Elf

Ciaran watched the town in distaste. There were hunters abound here. He couldn�t fling out a shadow tendril
without hitting a hunter of some sort.

�Look at �em. Humans. Not good for
anything other than eating,� Richmond hissed from where he was crouched at Ciaran�s side.

Ciaran smiled at his goblin servant and replied,
�They have their uses. Their souls are
quite powerful. Especially
that of a child.�

�Why do you want
the Wild Hunt back anyway?� Richmond asked, huge eyes blinking owlishly.

The Dark Faerie
tilted his head thoughtfully. He
replied, �Because the humans have corrupted and killed this world for far too
long. Radiation poisons things, mutating
something beautiful beyond recognition.
They rape and pillage the land without a second thought. Vampires cull the humans, but they are dying
themselves, and in some ways they�re even worse. Its time for the world to
be recalled back to its Mother.
Time for the Hunt to right the wrongs that man has created.�

�Of course you�ll
lead it,� Richmond snorted as he wiped his nose with a
clawed hand.

Ciaran smiled and replied, �Of course. I�ll be worshiped as a god. This is why I�m going to all of this
trouble. I don�t care about the humans nor the so called Nobility.
I want the world righted so I can properly rule.�

�And the Morrigan�s Grace?� Richmond asked hungrily, his claws clacking
together as he rubbed his hands.

Ciaran�s lip curled as he saw the dhampire leave Bronach. From his lofty perch he watched as the hunter
got on his horse and rode out of the village of all things. Then he watched as Bronach
began to walk the village.

He pulled a clear
beryl orb out of his robes and peered through it like a spy glass. He saw Bronach walk
into the very center of the town. A
center a human couldn�t concern, but a Faerie building a warding spell
would. His tri-violet eyes narrowed as
he watched her place a twin spire of dark smokey
quartz there in the dirt.

�Where the hell
is that half breed spawn of a coffin going?� Richmond asked as his sickly yellow eyes followed
the form of the hunter.

Ciaran smirked as he watched Bronach
singing. He turned away so he could
watch the madly riding hunter. He closed
his eyes and opened his senses in the direction to where the hunter was going.

He felt a steady,
humming power, bright and shining there.
He wasn�t a fan of Earth Magics, shunning
crystals and herbs for his true power over darkness. Yet any Faerie worth his weight in salt knew
where to gather ingredients for spells, or could find them.

�So, Bronach, you sent your pet hunter to get supplies. Sadly he won�t get back to you,� Ciaran mused softly to himself.

Richmond grinned ferally at his
master. He asked, �The imps and the ekings haven�t gotten out since you stormed Blackmoure�s castle.
Shall we use them?�

Ciaran smirked as he remembered the imps
overwhelming Blackmoure until he gave into his
bloodlust. However, D wasn�t as intimate
with his father�s nature as Blackmoure was. If anything, D repressed and controlled it
with a truly extraordinary will.

Ciaran wanted to see that bloodthirsty nature
out in the open. He wanted to see the
hunter in his full glory. Because, in that moment he planned to take his soul and forego the
tedium of going after all the children.

After all, what
better to give to the Wild Hunt than the soul of Dracula�s son as an offering?

******

D stooped over to
avoid a stalactite. The tip of his hat
still brushed against the low point as he nimbly made his way around the
abandoned shaft. His eyes quickly
accustomed to the gloom of the cave.

�Damn, it�s dark
in here,� his Left Hand grumbled as D skirted around a stalagmite.

D ignored his
parasite as he journeyed deeper into the cave.
In the dark grey base rock he could make out
patterns of shimmering white, pink, and pale metallic grey. He ran his right hand over it.

It was cool and
slick under his fingertips. He ran his
fingers over a milky vein before lowering his hand. He stopped and looked around thoughtfully.

He lifted up his
left hand and stated, �Find me whole crystals.
Not the veins.�

�Man, this girl
really has a bug up your butt if she�s making you do all of this crap,� the
life form retorted as D spanned his hand across the cave. �I mean, you�re getting her crystals and
everything. Not to mention that
kiss. Man, that
was hot. As much as your fangs were
throbbing, I�d bet that your c-mmmffhafgh!�

D stilled and
scraped his palm against the cold, wet rock.
There was a muffled yelp and he smiled to himself in satisfaction. �Find them,� he reminded the creature within
his hand.

�Find them, damn
it D, you�re a fucking slave driver,� Left Hand grumbled as D began to span it
in front of him again.

D looked around
the abandoned shaft as they continued to go deeper. �Turn left,� Left Hand said. D did and had to duck down to get into
another room. His amulet scraped against
the hard limestone wall as he pressed himself deeper into the crevice.

His eyes widened
as he entered the tiny room. His keen
eyes caught out the glittering and shimmering points of various crystals
growing out of the ground. The very
place throbbed and sparkled with energy.
He felt it course through his veins and raise the hairs on his body on
end.

�Found your
crystals, or rather, your girlfriend�s crystals,� Left Hand said.

D grumbled, �Stop
calling her that.�

�Why? She�s the closest thing to a girlfriend
you�ve ever had. Hell, you even kissed
her. Well, she kissed you first
technically but damn that was hot. You
know, she is rather tasty,� Left Hand said.

D reached out and
began to gather the almost glowing golden points. He grabbed a loose rock and broke it along
the crystals� base to free them. Then he
proceeded to stuff the points in a pouch in his belt. Flawless clear crystals followed their golden
brethren moments later.

�Lets go,� D said as he stood up and began to inch his way
out of the hidden room.

His ears
twitched. There was a faint sound of
wings beating echoing throughout the cave.
It grew louder and louder, almost deafening. Tiny chirps and squawks accompanied the
wings.

D spun around to
see hundreds of tiny glowing red eyes in the darkness. Fangs and claws flashed in and out of
vision. Hundreds of tiny, winged and
clawed creatures flew at D.

D took a stance
and drew his sword. He tilted it so that
the blade was across him as a barrier.
Then he took off running into the creatures.

There were loud
screams as he plowed through the things.
He braced his sword with his left hand and guided it with his
right. Tiny clawed hands went for his
hair, coat and hat. They began to swarm
at him.

He kept moving.

They surrounded
him at once in a swarm. Hands grabbed at
him. Sharp teeth nipped at his hands and
face.

D spun with his
blade slashing almost blindly. He
bisected the winged imps as he began to make his way out of the cave. Under the sound of scathing wings and
slashing claws D heard the familiar clacking of hooves.

Bigger than the
clawed, pointed eared imps swarming him, more creatures appeared. From the waist up they were humanoid with
pale, shimmering golden skin and matching hair.
They had long, pointed ears, but coming from their heads were large
horns that curved up in multiple points like a stag�s. From the waist down they had the legs and
body of deer. They bared upper and lower
fangs as they charged at D.

He lowered his
head and ran right through them. He
heard tiny screams as his sword passed through some of them as he ran. He could smell their blood in the air. It was sour and stagnant smelling.

He saw the
shimmer of sunlight ahead and jumped. He
rolled on the sandy ground and stood back up from the cave�s entrance. The imps and ekings
swarmed out of the castle. They
staggered once they hit the light, tiny hands shielding dark suited eyes.

D spun back
around and charged at them. Claws and
teeth managed to snare him, but he didn�t dwell on the pain. He bounded into the air and began to avoid
and attack.

Jump in, swipe
the sword, swipe back. Again and again. His
sword almost sang with each slash.

Soon enough, he
was standing alone in the middle of a pile of demi-fey
corpses. He shook the watery blood off
of his blade before returning it to its sheath.
As soon as he got back to the inn he�d have to clean both the blade and
the sheath to keep it from gumming up.

He turned around
to head back to his horse. He sighed
when he saw what was left of it covered in a myriad of tiny bites and claw
marks. He shook his head softly and
turned towards the direction of the town.

The hot sun beat
down upon him.

�Well, this is
just great,� Left Hand groused as D began to walk his way back into town.

******

Danny always
thought that Sean was a practical leader, if a bit impatient at times. Besides, the redhead had an uncanny ability
to see things before they happened and had intense gut instincts about
things. With his foresight, Sean had
managed to save the mercs of Batharoy
many times in the past.

Right now Danny
was following Sean into his apartment. Sean�s blood red hair was in a disarray
of curls as he kept running his hands through it. He kept pacing back and forth, hands tugging
at the his hair as he looked for something.

Danny looked at
the dark scroll work etched into his dark skin.
He flexed his muscles and sighed.
Whatever D had said was coming had Sean worked up into a lather.

�Iron, iron . . .
Hey, Dan, got any iron?� Sean asked almost absently.

Danny shook his
head and answered, �Nah, most of my stuff is tungsten carbide steel. Holds a better edge and has more weight
behind it when you swing it. Better for killing dragons, Sean.�

�Bloody
hell, what about Thomson? Doesn�t he do witches?�
Sean reached under his bed and pulled out a thick chest. Danny knew for a fact that the heavy steel
box held Sean�s best weapons and some other odds and ends used for magic
making.

Danny answered,
�Thomson is in Ransylvania at the moment, doing
business with the Langs.�

�Static?� Sean
asked, emerald eyes fixing on Danny�s face.

Danny shrugged
and said, �Static�s still in that coma after running across that werewolf that
tried to eat him.�

�So who the fuck
do we have available? Hard
core badasses.
Like yourself.� Sean reached over
and grabbed his lightest blanket from his bed.
It wasn�t uncommon to have multiple covers on a bed this time of year. Night could get positively frigid on the
Frontier. Danny watched as Sean wrapped
it around his hands and bent towards the box again.

Danny thought for
a moment and answered, �Well, Bevins is here. He�s the Weretiger
Hunter you know. Garnet�s
in town for a spell and you know she�s unbeatable with a whip. Tommy and Dougan
are here too, the Mist Trappers. And
we�ve got the Arachnid Men Hunters here too right now.�

�Garnet knows
spells, doesn�t she? Precog and all of that right?�
Danny frowned at the hopeful look on Sean�s face as he lifted something
gingerly from the box.

Danny asked,
�Boss, don�t mind me asking, sir, but what the hell has you hot and bothered
like this?�

�We have an Unseelie Faerie with the urge to swipe the souls of all our
kids,� Sean answered as he stood up. In
his hands he held a giant broad sword.
The metal was dimmer and heavier than the tungsten carbide steel that
Danny was use to working with. The blade
was a dull greyish color with tiny flecks of
something shinny in it.

Danny replied, �I
thought you told D that we could handle it.�

�Yeah, well, I
lied to the dhampire and the Faerie assassin
with him. Can�t let half breeds and
strangers know I�m afraid, right?� Sean answered as he studied the sword�s
blade. The blanket was wrapped around
the handle.

Danny asked,
�What�s the sword, Sean?�

�Cold
iron. Deadly to all Fey, demi
and high,� Sean answered softly as he looked at it. His eyes dimmed and his skin grew waxy and
pale, just like a vampire victim�s.

Danny quietly
asked, �Why ain�t you touching it, Sean?�

Sean looked at
him with now glassy green eyes. He held
it with one hand around the blanket wrapped handle and he lifted his right hand
towards the blade. He stilled and
flinched. He took a deep breath and his
eyes wavered shut. Then he placed his
palm onto the blade.

The flesh hissed
and popped as soon as it hit the metal.
Steam and smoke rose up from between the blade and his hand. He moved his hand and threw the sword on the
bed. He cradled his injured hand to his
chest. His skin regained its normal
color and his eyes burned like fine emeralds once more as he looked at Danny.

He answered,
�That�s why, Dan.�

�Holy shit,�
Danny breathed as he bent down to touch the blade, �You�re one of them.�

Sean winched as
he looked at his hand. He held it out
for Danny to inspect it. Danny
frowned. It was purple and a shockingly blueish-white color, not the striking red he�d
expected. �Looks like frostbite,� he
mumbled.

�And I�m just a
quarter Faerie, Danny. With pure bloods
like that banshee and that Unseelie fucker it strips
their powers as well. Do what I just did
to one of them and they�d faint from it,� Sean answered grimly, �Just getting
that close to that bastard is gonna be the
problem. Hense why I need all of our
firepower.�

Danny asked, �I
thought you said your father was a Pixie Hunter?�

�Was.
And they ain�t true pixies. Not by the Fey
definition. They�re creatures created by
the Nobility for whatever fucking reason.
This is the real deal,� Sean answered as he looked out his window.

Danny turned as
well. Down in the street he saw a tall
woman dressed in black, her long golden hair braided behind her. Bronach, the
banshee who burst through the force shield like it was nothing. He watched as she placed something down in
the middle of the street and tilted her head up to the sky.

�What the hell is
she doing?� Danny asked softly.

Sean looked down
and answered, �Protecting our youngins.�

******

Bronach frowned at the sun. She then frowned at the three citrine
crystals remaining in her hands. She
rubbed her nose and looked at the point she just had put down.

She opened up her
bag. It held crystals, candles, herbs,
and other spell supplies. She had put
black candles in every corner of the octagon that made up the city�s
perimeter. Then she had put one in the
center of the city. Finally she had
formed a circle between the center and the perimeter with yellow candles. The black was for protection and the yellow
stood for repelling and dispelling negative energy.

She�d put
alternating smokey quartz and black tourmaline
crystals along with the black candles around the edge of the city. In a circle around the candle in the center
of the city there was a circle of clear quartz.
Now she was walking the final circle and was almost out of the citrine
crystals.

She sighed as she
placed two of her remaining crystals in her bag. She palmed the last one, a point as long as
her middle finger and just as wide. She
knelt beside a yellow candle that burned with an everlasting flame. A Seelie
spell that she had mastered. It
could withstand most of Ciaran�s shadows, and
hopefully enough flames could weaken them.
Or so she theorized.

Still, she was a
few crystals short and D was taking far too long.

She placed the
crystal behind the candle so it could reflect the candlelight. Then she looked at the sky with a worried
frown. She thought, Come now D, it�s
taking you far too long for a simple errand.

******

The sun was
merciless D decided. An
unrelenting, unfeeling thing that offered death to some and life to others. Right now it beat down on him, soaking
through his clothing and hat. He was
even sweating a slight bit, and it grew worse with each step.

�You�re gonna need to get covered, D,� Left Hand warned.

D sighed, �I
know.�

�How
much longer to Batharoy?� Left Hand asked.

D answered, �I�m
not sure. Being on foot is different
than horseback and running . . .� He shielded his eyes with his right
hand and looked out into the desert. He
saw the sky meet the earth and shimmer with the joining. It stretched out forever.

He was getting
closer to the town, but he had to admit his horse was much faster than him on
foot. Running with this amount of sun
was out of the question. He would succumb
to the sun stoke too easily and too quickly.
Besides, there was no safe place to burry himself incase he got that
desperate.

He felt the hairs
on the back of his arms and neck rise.
He felt the cool throb of Ciaran�s power. He drew his blade and spun around as the
Faerie showed himself.

�Well, fuck, D,�
Left Hand cursed as D took a stance.

Ciaran�s shroud hovered over the sand as he
stepped closer to D. D noticed his feet
made no footprints on the sand as he walked.
Even the sunlight seemed to dim around Ciaran,
the very light around him darker, just like another cloak.

�I take it you
sent the elkings and the imps after me,� D stated
softly.

Ciaran laughed, a light
lilting sound. He nodded as he flounced
towards D. D drew back, watching the other
man ever carefully.

�Indeed, and I�m
surprised you managed to take them all out in such a crowded space. Even Blackthorn ran from them when I attacked
him so I could get to his son,� Ciaran replied with a
grin.

D�s eyes narrowed
right before he attacked.

He darted forward
with his blade pointed out towards Ciaran. The Faerie jumped into the air to avoid
getting impaled. D twisted back and
caught the blade against Ciaran�s cloak.

The Faerie hissed
and flung his cape outwards like wings.
The sunlight quickly cast shadows against the sand from the fabric and
his tri-ringed violet eyes glowed. D
sprung back as the shadow tendrils shot out after him.

He swung his
blade and cut right through them. He
bounced nimbly on his toes before jumping again. Ciaran held out his
hand and shadows whirled to form something in it. Within moments, he was holding a rapier
created out of nothing but darkness.

He slashed at
D. D parried the clean ark and swung his
blade to catch Ciaran down low. The Faerie�s blade
caught against D�s sword just like any other metal blade would. Ciaran reached out
and tried to cuff D�s ear. D let go of
his sword with his right hand to sweep Ciaran�s hand
away at the wrist, push it down, and lock it against his own body, putting them
inches away from each other.

Ciaran�s eyes sparkled as they were locked
together. D slammed his head against Ciaran�s, sending the Faerie staggering back. D rushed forward with his blade drawn. He heft it up and
began to bring it down against Ciaran�s throat.

Ciaran shout out his free hand and clinched it
into a fist. Then he jerked it back
towards his own body as if he was pulling something. D felt something cool wrap around his ankles
and jerk his feet together. It jerked
back hard and he fell with it.

Breathing hard, Ciaran stood up as more shadow tendrils wrapped themselves
around D. D let his sword drop to the
ground. He felt his Left Hand open its
mouth greedily as it began to suck the tendrils into itself.

Within moments, D
was free. He jumped out of the remaining
tendrils� way and grabbed his sword. He
sprang to his feet and met Ciaran head on.

Ciaran grimaced as he managed to block D�s blade
with his own. D noted the sweat
trickling down the Faerie�s face. That Ciaran wasn�t
glowing like moonlight now. The sun beat
down on them mercilessly.

�The sun is as
much as your ally as it is mine,� D growled as he kicked Ciaran
in the stomach.

Ciaran stumbled back and darted back even
more. He flung off his shroud and wiped
his forehead off with the back of his arm.
Under his cloak he was wearing leather pants, boots, and a black frock
coat. He shook his knee length hair out
of his face as he continued to move back from D.

D noted his lips
were rapidly moving. Not giving Ciaran the chance to cast a spell, D charged at him. Ciaran laughed and
his voice rang out into the sunlit sky.

�And I bring
his blood to me! I bind it too me! Come to me, Life! Bring and bind his blood to me!�

D choked and
collapsed. His blood was burning in his
veins. He felt something hot run from
his eyes and then his nose. Soon it
trickled from his ear.

He gagged and
blood bubbled up from his mouth and hit the white sand. His body convulsed, retching more blood. He clutched at the sand as he trembled. The pain was incredible as his blood was
being forced out of his body in any way it could find. His arteries and veins burned like someone
had injected him with hot acid. His
vision was blurring as he expelled more blood.

Ciaran drew his cloak and wrapped it about him
again. D looked up at him as blood
continued to trickle in any means from his body. He gagged again.

Ciaran drew out a glowing orb and held it above
D�s head.

He was smirking
as he bent over the dhampire. The glowing orb pulsed as he lowered it
towards D. Ciaran�s
voice was almost pleasant as he said, �Now, D, let me have your soul.�

He held the
glowing orb above D�s head and began to chant in ancient Gaelic.

To Be Continued!

Author�s Notes: Oh, I am a little bitch aren�t I? I left you at a cliffhanger and everything!
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