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also talked of the far southeast lands where people lived in peaceful harmony - their bodies and souls in commune with nature. Jon was an ardent reader, and had formed his opinions of most on those places from the various books and scrolls he’d read, and his great imagination.
    The two half-bloods would lie close to each other on the leafy meadows one afternoon after the other, facing the wide sky, dreaming away. Seasons came and went. The skies darkened, brightened, stormed and glistened away. There, lying on that spot, it was then that their affections for each other grew from just brotherly love to more, much more. It was there, lying on their backs that they grew to love each other so much it hurt. They grew to learn just what it meant to care for another even more than you could care for your own self.
    They however never touched, for Jon understood just how much Anja hated physical contact with anybody. It was in this position, with Jon narrating stories of their future adventures, that master Kjeld, an eighteen year old then, had found them. He’d creeped up on them on a stormy day, catching them unaware as the falling rain and thundering storm had dampened his scent and the sounds of his footsteps. When they beheld him, they knew it was already too late, and that he’d heard what they’d been conversing about.
    “You are to run away!” He’d accused his half-blood brother.
    “No, of course not! They are just make believe stories,” Jon had attempted to explain, trying to calm his brother down.
    ¨I’ll never let you run away with her! I’ll tell father this instant!¨ Kjeld had exclaimed, and both Jon and Anja had jumped to their feet in the blink of light, stopping in an assault position as their defense instincts kicked in. They both understood that Lord Gunnarsen would kill them before he let them leave his grounds. They were his property, and one of his most valued of possessions.
    “You will be unable to stop me, brother. Nobody will stop me, should I ever decide to leave.”
    “Fine! You can go, but you will not take her away from me, you half-blood! She is mine!” The emotions behind Kjeld's eyes when those last words were uttered had been raw and determined, and Anja had shuddered at that look, more than she had at the insult thrown at Jon.
    Here was someone else claiming to own her again, and she knew at that moment that even if one so bold was to appear and manage to kill Lord Gunnarsen, his son would rush in to possess her too. Wouldn't she ever be free from this lot?
    “Listen to yourself, Kjeld! You sound just like father, spouting that madness.” A look of discomfiture swept over Kjeld’s face at hearing Jon’s words.
    “I..” Kjeld began to defend himself.
    “And I tell you now, brother, she herself can choose whom she wants. Unless you want to force yourself on her as you have been forcefully feeding on her..”
    Jon’s words were barely out of his mouth before the two brothers pounced on each other like rabid dogs. Jon was soon overpowered by his much stronger pure-blood brother, who went even as far as to bite ferociously at his neck and drain him hungrily.
    It was all too much for Anja to stand and watch, even though she knew any attempts to attack Kjeld would land her into a massive load of trouble. She lurched herself at the stronger brother to claw him out of her Jon. She surprised them all by sinking her teeth into his neck the moment she landed on him.
    Anja had never before tasted a pure-blood before, but it’s safe to say that she was heavily disappointed. Part of her had hoped that she would find his blood as intoxicating as they found hers. She wanted it to be as addictive as her blood was to them, so that Kjeld could learn what it meant to live in constant fear at the thought that one was often only thinking about that which ran in your veins, and when next they could taste it.
    The violence of her attack managed to shock him enough, so much so that he let go of Jon.