Dimwater's Dragon (5 page)

Something behind her hissed and screeched, making a sound like one might expect to hear after stepping upon a large rat. An invisible hand wrapped around Kyra’s right foot and pulled her to the ground. She slammed hard on the wooden floor, scraping her knees and bumping her head. She turned over, preparing to fight whatever it was was seizing her, but she saw nothing there.

Then she saw the shadow at the end of the hall once more. She lifted her head to get a better look at it, but something pushed down upon her chest, holding her to the floor. She swung out with both of her fists, but caught only air. She started to weave another spell but at that moment each of her wrists were caught and forced to the floor as well. As the weight upon her chest grew she found it hard to breathe, and impossible to cry out for help.

The door to her mother’s chamber behind her flew open and Lady Caspen stormed out with a red fireball hovering over her left palm and a ball of purple lightning gathering in her right. Her hair and robes flowed behind her as if a great gust of wind was blowing toward her. The woman’s jaw was set and her eyes stared to the end of the hallway where the shadow was.

“You are not welcome here,” Lady Caspen said. “Be gone!” The lightning shot out, ripping the invisible force off of Kyra only a moment before the fireball soared through the hallway and blasted the shadow at the end of the hall. Kyra jumped up from the floor and ran to her mother. Lady Caspen swept Kyra behind her and slowly backed into the bedroom from the hall, warily watching for any additional sign of the intruder.

“What was that?”

Kyra’s mother pushed her all the way to the bed and then set her down upon the mattress. Lady Caspen moved to the window and threw the curtains open, peering down to the ground below. “He has found us again.”

“Who found us?”

Lady Caspen shook her head and turned to Kyra and pointed a finger at her. “Not a word of this to your father, do you understand?”

Lady Caspen excused herself from the dinner table early that evening, as she had previously arranged with Kyra to do. According to the plan, Kyra would take a bowl of hot soup from the dinner table to Lady Caspen’s room under the guise of helping her mother feel better. In reality, Lady Caspen had prepared her room with wards that would allow only Kyra and herself in. She had thought to allow her husband as well, but she knew he would not likely come to her side of the manor. He rarely did anymore.

The sun had not yet fallen behind the horizon when Lady Caspen reached her bedchamber. She moved to a tall armoire, opened the door, and pushed in past the first line of clothes to open the hidden compartment. From that compartment she retrieved a pair of sturdy trousers, a tunic lined with fur, a pair of knee-high leather boots, and one pair of black shiny gloves. After she put them on she reached into the compartment once more to pull a small dagger with a ruby encrusted hilt. She closed the armoire and moved to the center of her room.

Lady Caspen held the dagger in front of her face for a few moments, turning it over in her palm and studying the intricate metalwork in the engraved design spiraling up the blade. She held the handle firmly with the point facing down to the floor. She began to speak the words of a finding spell, focusing on the dagger itself. A light breeze, nothing more than a slight rustle in fact, began to swirl around her as she spoke the words of the spell. The breeze grew in intensity until it formed a vortex from floor to ceiling spinning her hair around her face and then ultimately lifting her from the floor. The floor fell away from below her and then she fell through the hole, vanishing into the portal.

When next her feet touched the ground she found herself standing in the forest to the north of her home. At first everything was quiet. The trees stood as silent sentries over the area while a young fawn munched upon red berries from a bush a few yards to her left. The rubies in the handle began to glow, and she knew he was nearby.

“Come out from the shadows and face me,” Lady Caspen said. She heard a rustling in the brush a short ways off but she could not see anything. “Come out, I said.”

“You know I cannot come out until the shadow of night covers the land.”

It had been many years since she had heard that voice. At once it filled her both with anger and with desire. The memories of her captivity and the vampire’s castle flooded her mind. Memories of pain and of loneliness mixed with memories of pleasure and love. No. It could not have been love, she knew. Lust perhaps, but not love. The vampire was a demon, nothing more than the spawn of evil itself. Such a creature could never love, it could only capture, charm, and seduce. That is all there had ever been, just the vampires charm and his seduction spells.

“Why have you come?” Lady Caspen asked.

“You know why.” Footsteps fell nearby and Lady Caspen shifted her gaze to look at a long shadow behind a grouping of trees. She could not see his form yet, but she knew he was there. Likely he had shifted into the form of a bat, or some other small creature to enable him to maneuver in the shadows before the sunset. “Have you not missed me?”

“You know I have not.” Lady Caspen held the dagger firmly in her hand, staring at the shadows and waiting for the form to take shape. “I will ask once more, why have you come?”

The vampire laughed, not a maniacal, harsh laugh, but a soft one seemingly born of empathy. “You loved me once,” the vampire said.

“You ensnared me in your charm spells. I never loved you,” Lady Caspen protested.

The vampire laughed again. “You and I both know there was more to it than that. Otherwise, you would not have helped me feign my death and escape the pair that stole you from me.”

“You only fought to keep me because you had stolen me first,” Lady Caspen said.

The shadows expanded enough that the man was able to take form and look at her. His dark hair framed his angular face perfectly. His dark eyes stared back at her, peering into her very soul it seemed. He took two steps toward her before she raised the dagger and then he stopped and put his hands in the air. “As I recall, between myself and your husband, I was the only one willing to fight for you. Your little scholar would only send mercenaries to do his work. I thought not to keep something I had stolen, but to preserve the promise that we might have grown into something more. I can still offer you the gift I offered before, and we three can live in my castle forever. Your husband need not know where we go, and no other could ever force their wills upon us.”

“Kyra is not yours to take either.”

“She is born of me,” the vampire said. “More than that, I have watched over her these last many years as she grew. You know the power stirs within her. She will never be accepted by the humankind.”

“She is no vampire,” Lady Caspen said. “She does not have the lust for blood, nor does she have any of your undesirable traits.”

“Come now, Zana. You know that to become a vampire one must be turned. The child of a vampire is at best born with demon blood within them. I would not expect her to lust for blood, because I never turned her. That is only accomplished with an intentional act, a bite in which I can transfer my essence. However, you also know that the darkness within her will grow. If her true nature were ever to be discovered, her betrothal will be nullified and she will be expelled and exiled from the Middle Kingdom. All this work your husband goes through to sell her to the nobleman like some fancy chalice will be for naught. Even if she was not expelled and shunned, some hero will come looking for her, hoping to make a name for himself by taking her head. Within weeks she will be fourteen and she will be sent to Kuldiga Academy. I cannot let that happen. You know what will happen when she reaches her sixteenth birthday.”

“I will prepare her for that when the time is right,” Lady Caspen swore. “Besides, why would a monster such as yourself possibly care what happens to my daughter?” Lady Caspen asked.

“I know you saw them,” the vampire replied. “There is a shadow, a demon that follows her. You may have thought that your wards and spells had kept me at bay these last thirteen years, but the truth is they have done nothing to stop me. I have come many times, to strengthen your defenses and protect her from the others that seek her.”

“Then why not come to take her before now?” Lady Caspen asked.

“Because until now the wards and spells did manage to keep the others at bay. That is, until last night when the shade was able to not only approach the manor but enter it as well. It seeks the darkness within her, and it will not stop until it has her. I can protect her, and I can protect you. I know you can tolerate the life you have here, but I also remember that you told me there was no love in your home. You may think me incapable of such things, but since the day you left me I have not been able to erase you from my memory. Come with me.”

Lady Caspen felt a tug at her heart that she could not explain. There was indeed a part of her that was more than a little enticed by the offer. She also had to admit that the intruders that had come did not fit with anything she had ever known the vampire to employ in his service. Still, she knew that a vampire’s words, no matter how sweet, were only a means to an end. These were not the sincere confessions of a loving heart. They were the manipulative words of a controlling monster, a selfish creature that cared only for its own pleasures. If he did want Kyra, it was certainly not to protect her and help her grow into a happy life.

She knew that she would regret what she was about to do. It would likely create a splinter within her that would worm its way into her heart for the rest of her life, but she also knew that it was the right thing to do. He was right, there was no love in her home. The fact that Lord Caspen had never personally gone looking for her when she had been kidnapped those many years ago had certainly never been lost on her. Nor had his lack of interest shortly after Kyra’s birth. For a while she had hoped that Kyra would help them rekindle something that had really never been there in the first place. For whatever reason, whether Lord Caspen suspected that Kyra was not really his, or perhaps he had been disappointed by the birth of a daughter instead of a son, the child did little to pull them together. Still, the life she and Kyra had now was better than any life they could have hiding and skulking about with the vampire. So, while she knew in her heart that she would always regret her decision, she knew what she had to do.

Lady Caspen flipped the dagger over in her hand and sent it flying toward the vampire’s heart. The vampire vanished into a cloud of smoke and the dagger flew through the air harmlessly. A moment later he reformed with a long sword in his hand.

“So, I have your answer, then?” he asked with a hiss.

“How quickly your temperament shifts,” Lady Caspen noted.

“I will have her, with or without you.”

Lady Caspen sneered. “As I thought, a monster like you is incapable of love.” She rushed forward, calling down a maelstrom of fire from the sky that blasted into the trees and forced the vampire back. He tried to flank her to get close enough to use his sword on her, but Lady Caspen knew how he fought. She had not only watched him while he defeated the many rescuers who had come to save her, but she had studied and memorized his moves. When he appeared next to her and chopped down with his sword, she ducked aside and flicked a small bolt of lightning from her wrist to his eyes. It wasn’t lethal of course, the vampire could easily shake off such an attack, but it left him blinded for a moment. In that moment Lady Caspen called back the dagger she had thrown and sent it flying straight into the vampire’s heart.

The vampire smiled wickedly, exposing his two long, curved fangs as he dropped his sword to the ground. “You kept my dagger,” he said. “Then that is what the others hunt.”

Lady Caspen ignored the vampire’s words as she finished what she started. “You may have forgotten,” Lady Caspen began, “but every time you offered to give me the gift, as you called it, you also explained that only an enchanted weapon, such as this very dagger, could ever end our lives. So on the day that I helped you escape, I stole it and replaced it with an illusion. You were always so sure of your own intelligence that you never suspected I might try to trick you.” Lady Caspen snapped her fingers and fire engulfed the ruby encrusted handle of the dagger and spread into the vampire’s chest.

“Then I curse you, witch.” The vampire raised his right hand and made a couple of swift movements in the air. “Inasmuch as the one I love has been kept from me, so too shall Kyra be kept from the one that she loves. And as my child is the reason I am dying, should Kyra ever conceive a child, it will destroy her from the inside and she will die.”

Lady Caspen moved in quickly to counter the curse, but the vampire waved his hand and a magical force knocked her to the ground. As flames consumed the vampire, the glowing rune in the air solidified the demon’s curse.

*****

Lady Caspen returned to the manor quickly, but she did not go into her room. Instead, she went straightway to her study. She walked up to the third bookshelf from the far window and tapped the top of each book as she counted seven books in from the end. Her fingers fell upon a large book and she pulled it out hastily. She knew she should finish setting wards about the house, but only now was she hearing what the vampire had said when he had seen the dagger.

“That is what the others hunt,” he had said.

What could that mean? Why would anyone want this dagger? It was powerful enough to kill a vampire, but there were other such weapons in existence. She turned the blade over in her hands, marveling that there seemed to be no soot or dirt staining any part of it. The dagger was as pristine now as it was when she had first seen it on the vampire’s desk in his large library. Whatever it was for, she had to get rid of it. She couldn’t risk demons hunting the blade and imperiling her daughter.

She turned around and slammed the large, red book on the nearest table. She opened it hastily, fumbling through the pages until she came to the middle of the book.

“Web of fate and silk of destiny, suspend this offering in your grasp and release it not. Hoon’do ro’kimith. Habera bon’des derion, cul hemeth.” Lady Caspen placed the dagger on the pages and then shut the book. A sickly vapor emerged from the magical book and a green light poured over it. The book shrank and fell away into a large rift that tore through the fabric of the air in front of her. A great, black hole opened up and swallowed the book and the dagger.

After the rift sealed itself, Lady Caspen went to her desk and pulled out a small piece of paper. She hurried to write her message and then cast a spell over it to change the words. The true message was meant only for Kyra’s eyes. To any other who opened the letter, it would appear as a plain letter from home, written by a mother who missed her child. She slipped it into a small envelope and then hid it in a drawer.

A sudden scratch at the glass startled her and she whirled around to see a gaunt figure with narrow eyes staring back at her as it scraped its long fingernails over the glass in an effort to raise the window. Lady Caspen didn’t waste any time. She cast a spell to blind the creature. It screamed and fell back into the night.

Lady Caspen rushed to the window and threw it open. The pale, thin man writhed on the ground below. A quick bolt of lightning ended his life. She glanced around, checking for any other sign of intruders. If the vampire had been telling the truth about adding his protection to the manor, then she knew there was a good chance that many others could be lurking about in the shadows now that he was dead.