Book 2: Going Back Part 4

Honor, the world's greatest female demon hunter, and her vampiric compainion Alexander head to Vamun Castle, Alexander's childhood home, to learn what really happened the day the vampiric royal family was killed.

When Alexander came to his senses Honor was beside him, holding onto his arm. Before she could speak Alexander said fiercely, “Honor, you must listen to me. If it looks like I may be losing control, if it looks as if I am not myself, I need you to chant the words ‘fragile mate, breakable mate.’ Don’t ask me if I’m alright or say anything else to me except my name and ‘fragile mate, breakable mate.’”

“Alexander, I am not your-“

“Do not argue with me on this, Honor. Please, please,” the vampire begged, “just obey me in this, if nothing else. I couldn’t live with myself if I ever hurt you.”

Honor nodded. “I promise I’ll say them, Alexander. Fragile mate, breakable mate.”

Alexander relaxed visibly. They walked to the large double oak doors and he easily pushed them open. Honor went in before him and he opened the doors to the great hall and throne room wide, letting sunshine into the dim hall. Once the doors were open wide to the afternoon he entered the hall himself.

Honor stood before the silver and onyx thrones on the other end of the long hall. Her dagger was forgotten on the floor next to her feet as she stared up at the words written on the dark wall in flowing white script. Alexander approached slowly. He had seen his mother read the Final Prophecy more times than he could remember. He, too, had read it so many times he knew it by heart. He wondered she could read the ancient language it is written in.

“This is about us, isn’t it?” Honor asked quietly, her lovely, soft voice carrying in the empty hall. “I can’t read it, but I know it is.”

“It is the Final Prophecy,” the vampire explained as he walked to her. “Most split it into two parts, the Golden Age and Darkest End Prophecies. Those words have been there since this castle was made.”

He had reached her by then. She was so small next to him, so delicate, but at the same time her strength and bravery hung around her like her scent. She looked up at him and he was lost in the gray depths of her eyes. A few bright red, wild curls had escaped the tight ponytail held up by four black ribbons that matched her black blouse and pants.

“Alexander,” she said quiet to get his attention, her voice wrapping around him. He wanted her to never stop talking, never stop the beautiful string of syllables that was as breath taking as any song sung by a siren. Her small, rosy pale hand slipped into his and fit perfectly there. The demon in him stirred, pushed against Alexander’s mental restraints. It wanted its mate then and there, but the vampire ignored it. He focused again on Honor as she asked, “Could you read it to me, please?”

Alexander took a deep breath and recited, “’In a time far away, long after the Peace was made, the fate of vampires and life itself will rest in the hands of two. One is our own, a vampire great, a blood demon horrible. The other is his mate, the Mistress of Honor with strength and bravery aplenty. If they overcome the coming of the Blood Demon King an eternity of golden ages await the vampiric kind.’

“’But if his mate should be killed, by her own design or the design of another, the vampire will become Rednaxela, a true monster more powerful than the Blood Demon King could ever dream of being. If his mate is stolen from him Rednaxela will become the Bane of Life, the Bringer of the Final End. No one creature, wither mortal, demon, or otherwise, shall survive his cold and calculated massacre. Even we, the Undying Seers, fear this possible coming. We implore all creatures to protect this one human woman, this Mistress of Honor, for the slaughter would not end until all life is gone. Only then will Rednaxela rip his own dead heart from his chest and join his beloved in death.’”

Honor shivered and moved closer to Alexander. The vampire saw the tremble and wrapped his arms around her. They stood there for a minute before Alexander swept Honor into his arms and started off to the large archway to their left. Honor let him carry her, not sure if her legs could support her.

“You need to rest for a spell, love,” Alexander said softly to his startled mate. “I think it is time I told you more about vampires.”

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