Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ A Matter Of Choice ❯ The Seeds of Change ( Chapter 14 )

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When it seems that nothing in their twisted existence can get any stranger, Demetriov somehow manages to find a way to drop yet another bombshell.

Last of the back history. We hit the present next chapter - thanks for being patient.

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In later chapters there will be graphic violence, gore and scenes of a sexual nature - both homo and hetero sexual. There will also be character death. I am not responsible if you do not read this disclaimer and do not like the graphic content.

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The Seeds Of Change

Torin sat musing, smiling gently to himself as he looked up at the stars. It was a beautiful night, but still just one of the many he had witnessed in his time. The years had passed, and as they had he had barely noticed. He was staggered to think that in just under two short decades the end of the twentieth century would be upon them. It made him realise that he had walked this earth for over three hundred years. The thought made him laugh gently. How did he feel about that? It was a question he had asked many times but was no closer to an answer. It was too difficult to define.

So much had happened and the world had changed so much around them. These last hundred years he had delighted in the marvels of technology that were advancing all the time. He had come to love science, losing himself in each new discovery. He revelled in it, sourcing all the information he could, fascinated by the wonders that science uncovered in the world. It made him feel alive, begin to understand his nature, and distracted him from the passage of time. And so the years passed quickly and the future was an exciting place that held more wonders waiting to be found.

Torin started, dragged from his thoughts as Demetriov burst into their current home in a state. He stood quickly, instantly worried but felt his heart sink when he saw Demetriov's face. He had seen that look before and it filled him with fear. His heart was pounding as he approached his friend.

“Demetriov?” He hardly dared to ask, but as Demetriov stood breathing hard he knew that he had to. “What on earth is it?”

Demetriov merely shook his head, swallowing hard. Torin managed to lead him reluctantly to a chair. He was so pale, tears seemed to be in his eyes and Torin found his insides twisting with nervous anticipation. They sat in silence for what felt like an age, Demetriov lost in his own internal conflict. Torin feared the worst hardly knowing what the worst might be, and knew that he had to wait until Demetriov eventually opened up to him, if he ever did. As he waited he felt that familiar feeling of inexplicable rising panic passing over him in waves, and he close his eyes in an attempt to quell it.

“I can barely comprehend it.” Demetriov whispered softly, breaking the silence. “How can it have happened?”

Torin felt a rush of relief taking the panic away. He felt calmness settle over him, and focused on teasing the information out of his companion. “How can what have happened?” Torin breathed in reply.

A multitude of questions were in his mind. Was it the current hunter? They had moved many times over the years to avoid the unwanted attention. He also knew that Demetriov had killed more than one hunter in his time, taking particular relish in it. Torin on the other hand had avoided unnecessary contact with them. He felt like it was pulling the wings off a fly. Yet this did not seem to be what was bothering his companion. This felt like something else entirely, and was eerily familiar. Still, now was not the time to bombard the other with questions. This needed a delicate touch.

“I struggle to believe it, and yet, I know that it is true.” Demetriov continued in a daze, practically unaware of the other's presence. It was this inattentiveness that worried Torin so much; it indicated how disturbed the elder was.

“Please Demetriov, just tell me.” He forced himself to keep his tone soft despite his feelings. He was in an agony of ignorance, but knew that he had to stay calm.

Demetriov swallowed hard, he didn't know if he dared speak the truth, the tumult of emotions he was experiencing showed in his expression, but mostly in his eyes. They seemed almost haunted, flitting from one emotion to another. Torin merely waited patiently, allowing Demetriov time to think, to find it in himself to speak again. He swallowed hard, mustering the courage to give voice to what occupied him.

“Adam has a sister!” He breathed at last, his voice barely above a whisper.

Torin sat back suddenly understanding Demetriov's shock, feeling his own emotions blur in a tumult. He had long ago revealed that he had overheard the conversation between him and Adam, but this did not make the news any easier. He found that the unanswered questions whirled in his mind once more. He had to force some kind of clarity in his mind, to think and not let the conflicting emotions drive his thoughts. Breathing slowly he ascertained a state of calm and began to think rationally. He found that even though he had been here before the answers simply wouldn't come.

“It gets worse.” Demetriov said breathlessly

Torin turned sharply, jolted out of his musing by Demetriov's declaration. He was suddenly on the edge of his seat, all semblance of calm gone, his heart racing once more.

“How could it possibly be worse?” He asked incredulous, allowing the anxiety to take over, better to give in to that, than be assailed by panic.

To Torin's surprise a tear rolled down Demetriov's cheek, a sharp pang of concern tearing at his heart.

“Her mother is the sister of the hunter.” He croaked, his voice full of emotion.

Torin reeled, almost choking on a cry of shock. He closed his eyes to stave off the impending panic, his heart and emotions running wild. He felt suddenly vulnerable, their enemy suddenly at the forefront of his mind. What would happen now? How would the hunters' react? The situation seemed ludicrous and raised a multitude of questions. He found himself consumed by concern for their safety. They sat in silence, neither of them able to think clearly. They sat for a long while both trying to make sense of it all. In the end it was Torin that spoke first.

“We have to move on, before they find us.” He voiced quietly. “I know there must be more vampires around but if they come across us first, there is no telling what revenge might be brought down on us.” His tone becoming urgent, conveying the depth of his concern.

“No.” Demetriov said firmly, looking up and fixing Torin with a stern gaze.

“What!” Torin rose sharply, righteous ire filling him, threatening to take over all rational thought.

“I do not believe we are in any danger.” Demetriov, replied almost too calmly as he rose also, going to the window. “They do not know where we are.” He stated matter-of-factly. “The current hunter is based a long way from here, hundreds of miles. I cannot imagine that he would come so far for us in particular.” He explained with an alarming calmness. If Torin didn't know better, he would have suspected that Demetriov had prepared this response.

Torin felt himself calm slightly, despite the momentary suspicion. He nodded; despite his concerns Demetriov was making a lot of sense. There was no need to give in to panic. He decided to acquiesce, there was no reason not to.

“We are due a change of scene though, that's for sure.” He stated simply.

“I will not argue with you there, but we had better leave it for a few months, let the dust settle so to speak. He may be watching for sudden flight and we may be revealing ourselves unnecessarily.”

Torin raised an eyebrow at this last comment. While the other spoke perfect sense, it seemed perhaps…no, he couldn't say what, and perhaps was reading too much into things.

“Indeed.” He replied softly.

Demetriov's observations seemed prudence indeed, so why did he have this sense of foreboding? There was the sensation of hollow sickness in his guts, the epitome of his current emotional state. He found himself running through the same questions that had filled his mind when he had discovered the shocking truth of Adam's heritage. Could Demetriov have…? To tell the truth he no longer took an interest in Demetriov's movements, as he was often away from their home most nights himself. Who was he to judge? The finger of suspicion could easily end up pointed at him. He tried to let the thought go but something was still bothering him. Demetriov sighed.

“It is almost dawn.” He informed the younger.

In truth Torin hadn't noticed, but he looked up now to see the twilight that precedes the dawn in the sky. He couldn't see the point of the other's comment, but realised after a moment he was merely voicing his thoughts. Something the elder did when he was nervous.

“Time seems to fly, there are not enough hours in the night, and yet, all we have is time.” Demetriov mused looking off into the distance.

Torin smiled gently. Demetriov was a pleasure to watch when he was lost in his thoughts like this. It was almost cute, but the subject matter weighed heavily on his mind. He knew that this development would affect them all somehow. How was not yet clear, but he knew it would become clear in time. Demetriov however was now stationed at the window, looking out at the approaching dawn, his mind in a place that Torin could not reach.

When Demetriov made no move, seeming to withdraw further into his thoughts Torin decided to head to his rest. Sleep did not come easily to him, his mind full of questions and thoughts, his heart in a similar turmoil. It was a long time before he managed to force the necessary level of calm for him to get some rest. But even as he managed to drift off, he could not shake the feeling that something had changed.

* * * * *

That child was named Tegan. She was to grow into a remarkable young woman in time, but we were to discover that much later. In the beginning Demetriov seemed to be true to his word, we did move away. On the other hand it was almost a year later when I discovered that we were now living close to where Tegan was being raised. Not that this particularly bothered the others, but I saw the danger immediately and guessed where things might be leading, and perhaps you might too, and the knowledge lay heavy on my heart.

But to that babe we must turn now. Tegan's mother had died when she was hours old, her aunt and uncle had then become her guardians. Unable to have children of their own they took her in and raised her as if she had been born to them, a precious gift she became. They never pretended to be her parents and she knew the truth as soon as she was old enough to understand, well, most of the truth anyway. It was when she was approaching sixteen that her uncle took on the mantle of hunting our kind. I begged Demetriov to move on, to protest that we were now in danger being so close to their location, but knew in my heart of hearts that it was futile.

As I feared he became obsessed with her now that she was a young woman, much more so than he had been with Adam, a fact that disturbed me. He insisted on staying put and as a consequence we all ended up in fights with her uncle, Stuart. However, he was already in his forties and not in the best physical condition and therefore turned out to be of little threat to us, though he did try his best. That fact led us all to relax and accept the annoyance that it caused, but it also served to fuel Demetriov's obsession.

That was a mistake, I see that now as no doubt the others do too, though we have long parted company, and I have no desire to see them again. He kept a very close watch on her as she grew into womanhood and blossomed. The intensity of his interest concerned me deeply but I felt helpless to rein him in. As time went on I felt I could no longer sit and do nothing, and took to keeping an eye on him. I knew it was already a foregone conclusion that after the events with Adam that his eventual goal would be to make her a vampire.

And so now we come down to it. It would be best to know a little of the innocent that Tegan was before Demetriov threw us all down the tangled path that would lead us to joy and to pain. It has led to this, what will be my final hunt, the one that will end this tale, and I will have my revenge.

Author's notes:

Okay, so now we have had the big drum roll, all the build up to our third and final member of our tragic trio. Readers, prepare to meet your heroine. You get to see her journey from beginning to end. The girl is going to suffer, you have been warned.