Amir in the woods. Suddenly, all of the pieces slipped into place. He had warned me he would do this. He had known this was coming, perhaps privy to Solveig’s plans.
Suddenly taken aback, I was unsure if I should be proud of my brother or frightened at his cunning ability.
I traveled a bit further when I found the first dead body. It was a young girl, no more than thirteen. Her dark brown hair only enhanced the pallor of her dead flesh and the emptiness of her brown eyes that stared into nothingness. Her throat was mangled, ripped violently open. Loose, bloody skin fell apart, exposing muscle and tissue.
This was not the work of Amir. He was drawn to those near death or, as I taught him, the unfavorable types that would not be missed.
Nor was this a victim of Solveig. She barely made a mark when she fed and she did not waste blood.
The closer my steps brought me to the village, the more bodies I found to be littering the path. Many were tossed in piles, similar to broken dolls that had been discarded after their usefulness had run out.
Stepping over a pile of corpses, I came across the first group of newborn vampires huddled over the large frame of a man. The fledglings were no match for me, and I made short work of disposing of them. As I ripped their heads from their bodies, they disintegrated into dust at my feet.
"What are you doing? My creations…" Solveig sobbed, falling to her knees in the bloody ash, her hands clenching angrily. She glared up at me, her face twisted in fury. As I stared into her eyes, all I could see was madness. There was no sanity remaining in her. Solveig was gone, insanity completely consuming her.
I made no offering to console her. In fact, I retreated a few steps and observed the carnage she had created. Every surface was coated with blood, the coppery smell strong in the air. Pools of it were congealing, almost appearing black in the setting sun.
My silence angered her. She staggered to her feet and shoved me backwards in her fit of rage. Stumbling, I watched her with wary eyes. My muscles tightened, preparing to attack if necessary.
"We are superior to humans and it is our time to reign over them. We can rule the world, Steafedn. With Amir's talent and your strength, we can obliterate the Board and Council," Solveig blurted out. She began to pace in a circle, pulling at her dark blond hair in either nervousness or madness.
“How many other villages have you desecrated with your grandiose schemes?” I questioned. She did not answer me; she continued mumbling to herself as she wandered around the decaying bodies. My question was irrelevant. I could see the carnage and the plans she still wanted to execute if given the opportunity.
A man’s voice answered me instead. “That is what we would like to know, Steafedn. At last we meet, Solveig. It has been a long time coming.”
Chapter Two-Betrayal And Rebirth
The deep voice caused both Solveig and me to turn in surprise. Amir’s presence had prevented me from sensing the two men that flanked Sofia. She stared at me coolly as they stepped past me to surround my maker, effectively stopping any attempt at escape on her part.
Solveig looked at me desperately, as if there were some way I could assist her. There was nothing I could do for her. Essentially, I had sent her to her death by my association with Sofia. It would be yet another guilt I would carry with me for an eternity. I was an immortal who had killed his maker.
A traitor.
She struggled with the two men that restrained her, pulling helplessly at their iron-like grip. As crazed as a feral animal, she thrashed against them with her fangs bared. Her jaw sawed back and forth as she struggled with them.
“I have done nothing! Release me!” Solveig shrieked . Her dark blond hair whipped around her as they began to drag her away. She looked over her shoulder at me with wide, frightened eyes.