finally caught up to her.
Michael looked over at the shed. “That’s a rake,” he said as he pointed to the object with long, toothpick like ends. “Farmer’s use it to rake up hay. And that,” he said as he pointed to the object with plates, “is a disk. It’s used to prepare the soil for the next crop.”
Lucy nodded and glanced over at him as they started walking. Neither one of them said a word as they let their bodies cool down. The only sound was their feet treading on the gravel. Would it be this awkward tomorrow?
Ashton watched from up in a tree as the young man finally caught up to Lucy. He sighed as he thought about the new turn of events that may complicate things. She’d just moved into Greensburg and she wasn’t supposed to attach herself to anyone, let alone a male.
He gracefully hopped down from the top of the tree to the ground. He’d felt the surge of power that had emancipated from Lucy during the middle of her run. The Halflings were not usually that strong before they fully turned. It was something to ponder.
The earth stirred underneath him as the sun started to set. The Dragomir would awaken soon and he needed to speak to their leader. Talmadge wasn’t going to be happy with what he had to tell him.
He closed his eyes and thought about the caves his people called home. He felt his body slowly disappear into nothingness. Minutes later, he felt himself start to reappear as he opened his eyes and looked around.
The caves were still quiet. He could hear the trickle of water and feel the dampness of the air caress his skin. The Dragomir were slowly awaking from their slumber and the place would be bustling with activity soon.
Unlike the Haemon, the Dragomir were a clan of peaceful vampires. The leader of the Dragomir, Talmadge, had left the Haemon hundreds of years ago and with him came a substantial following. He’d stumbled upon some unknown caves close to the already discovered Mammoth Caves. The Dragomir created a home for those that would’ve been destroyed because they’re considered “rafa” by the Haemon. Rafa is what the Haemon call their kind who they consider feeble, flaccid, and weak.
Ashton looked at the stone walls of the caves and he was still amazed by them. The water had created groves within the stone that made it look like a work of art. He always felt at peace within the caves. He could hear the trickle of water as it slid down the damp walls that made up his home. For over a hundred years his clan had lived in peace.
Ashton walked toward Talmadge’s room enjoying the quiet. He was what his people called a Halfling and Talmadge had been his mentor when he’d went through the change over a hundred years ago. Talmadge was like a father to him.
The peace and quiet unfortunately didn’t last too long. The earth shook a little beneath him and he knew the sun had finally set. The caves became a flurry of activity as everyone rose from their deep slumber.
“Hey! What’s going on Ash?” a voice boomed from behind him.
Ashton turned around. Jax’s light blue eyes twinkled with mirth as his brown cowboy boots scooted across the floor as he walked up to Ashton. His white Stetson gleamed and he wore a silver belt buckle the size of Texas.
“I just got back from enjoying the sunshine,” Ashton said.
“I most definitely don’t envy you my man,” Jax said as he visibly shuddered. “I want to live a few more centuries.”
A serious look came across Ashton’s face. “I dunno if I can handle a few more centuries of your obnoxious voice.”
Jax laughed. “Well, get used to it because it’s here to stay.”
Ashton smiled. “I guess buying an iPod would be a sound investment then.”
“Ha ha….very funny,” Jax said. Jax’s gaze followed McKaylin as she sauntered by. “That’s one vampire I wouldn’t mind nibbling on.” Jax turned his attention back to Ashton.