The Warlord Wants Forever Part 14

They were staring each other down, their expressions telling, but Lothaire couldn't decipher exactly what what they were saying. they were saying.

Finally, Ivana spoke. "Stefanovich, you know there are consequences, especially for one like you..."

"My kind revere the Thirst," Stefanovich said, "revere bloodtaking."

"Then you revere madness, because that is surely what will follow."

Ignoring Ivana's warning, he punctured the woman's wrist, making her moan.

"You are revolting!" Ivana blocked Lothaire's view, but he was fascinated by this sight, peeking around her skirts.

Once he'd finished feeding, Stefanovich released the mortal's arm, then kissed her full on the mouth, eliciting a yell of outrage from Ivana. "That you drink from their skin is foul enough, but to mate with their bodies? Have you no shame?"

He broke away from the kiss. "None." He licked his lips, and the mortal giggled, twirling Stefanovich's hair around her finger.

"'Tis too contemptible to be borne-I will no longer!" borne-I will no longer!"

"And what will you do about it?"

"I will leave this savage place forever," she declared. "Now, slaughter your new pet, or I shall return to Dacia."

"Be wary of ultimatums, Ivana. You will not relish the outcome. Especially since you cannot find find your homeland." your homeland."

Ivana had explained to Lothaire why the kingdom of Dacia had remained secret for so long. The mysterious Daci traveled in a cloaking mist. If one abandoned the mist, the Dacian could never trace home on his own, and his memories of its location would fade.

With her first sight of Stefanovich, Ivana had lost her heart, following him back to Helvita, leaving behind her own mist, her family, her future throne.

"I will find it," she averred now. "If it kills me, I shall deliver Lothaire to the Realm of Blood and Mist, a land where civilized immortals rule."

"Civilized?" Stefanovich laughed, and the courtiers followed suit. "Those fiends are more brutal than I!"

"Ignorant male! You have no idea of what you speak! You can't comprehend our ways-I know this for I tried to teach you."

"Teach me?" He slammed his meaty fist on the table. "Your arrogance will be your ruin, Ivana! Always you believe you are better than I!"

"Because-I-am!"

At that, the courtiers went silent.

Between gritted teeth, Stefanovich commanded, "Take back your careless words, or at sunset I'll throw you and your b.a.s.t.a.r.d out into the cold."

Lothaire swallowed, thinking of the fire in his room, his beloved puzzles atop his desk, his toys scattered over warm fur rugs on the floor. Life at Helvita could be miserable, but 'twas the only life he'd ever known. the fire in his room, his beloved puzzles atop his desk, his toys scattered over warm fur rugs on the floor. Life at Helvita could be miserable, but 'twas the only life he'd ever known.

Apologize, Mother, he silently willed her. he silently willed her.

Instead, she squared her shoulders. "Choose, Stefanovich. The fetid human or me."

"Beg my pardon and and seek amends with my new mistress." seek amends with my new mistress."

"Beg?" Ivana scoffed. " Never. Never. I am a princess of the Daci!" I am a princess of the Daci!"

"And I am a king!"

"Leave Ivana be, Brother," Fyodor murmured. "This grows tedious."

"She must learn her place." To Ivana, he ordered, "Beseech Olya's forgiveness!"

When the mortal cast Ivana a victorious sneer, Lothaire knew he and his mother were doomed.

ONE MONTH LATER ...

"Stoke that hatred, Son. Make it burn like a forge."

"Yes, Mother," Lothaire grated, his breaths fogging as they trudged through knee-high snowdrifts.

"'Tis the only thing that will keep us warm." Ivana's eyes gleamed with resentment, as they had ever since Stefanovich ordered them to leave Helvita.

On that night, Lothaire had heard the smallest hitch in Ivana's breath, had seen a flare of surprise. She'd known she'd made a mistake.

But she'd been too proud to remedy it, to bow down to a human.

Not even for me.

All the court had gathered at the castle's entrance to watch Lothaire and the haughty Ivana cast out with only the garments on their backs. at the castle's entrance to watch Lothaire and the haughty Ivana cast out with only the garments on their backs.

To die in the cold. They would have perished long since had Fyodor not slipped Lothaire coin.

Lothaire's puppy had followed him, wide-eyed and tripping over its own paws, panicked to catch up with him. While Lothaire stared in disbelief, Stefanovich had seized the dog by its scruff, snapping its back.

To the sound of the court vampires' laughter, the king had tossed the dying creature at Lothaire's feet. "Only one of our pets will perish on this day."

Lothaire's eyes had watered, but Ivana had hissed at him, "No tears, Lothaire! You draw on your hatred for him. Never forget this night's betrayal!" To Stefanovich, she'd yelled, "You will realize what you had too late..." "You will realize what you had too late..."

Now she absently muttered, "By the time we reach Dacia, I'll have made your soul as bitter as the chill trying to kill us."

"How much longer will it be?" His feet were numb, his belly empty.

"I do not know. I can only follow my longing for such a home as Dacia."

As she'd told Lothaire, her father, King Serghei, ruled over that realm, a land of plenty and peace. 'Twas enclosed in stone, hidden within the very heart of a mountain range.

Inside a soaring cavern a thousand times larger than Helvita stood a majestic black castle, circled by dazzling fountains of blood. The king's subjects filled their pails each morning.

Lothaire could scarcely imagine such a place.

"After all our wanderings, I feel we are close, Son."

That first night, as they'd wended through the terrifying Bloodroot Forest that surrounded Helvita, she'd feared Lothaire wouldn't make it through the freezing night. Again and again, she'd tried to teleport them to Dacia, only to be returned to the same spot.

He'd survived; she'd exhausted herself.

Now she was too weak to trace, so they plodded toward another village, one that might provide a barn to shelter them from the coming day's lethal sunlight.

Unfortunately, each village teemed with filthy mortals. They always gazed at Ivana's beauty and the foreign cut of her clothing with awe-then suspicion. Lothaire received his share of attention for his piercing ice-blue eyes and the white-blond hair forever spilling out from under his cap.

In turn, Ivana ridiculed their unwashed, louse-ridden bodies and simplistic language. Her loathing for mortals continued to grow, fueling his own.

Each night before dawn, she would leave Lothaire hidden while she hunted. Sometimes, she'd return with her cheeks flushed from blood, and there'd be triumph in her eyes. A slice of her wrist would fill a cup for him as well.

Other times, she would be wan and sullen, cursing Stefanovich's betrayal, lamenting their plight. One sunrise, as he'd drifted off to sleep, he'd heard her mumble, "Now we we sleep with livestock, and sleep with livestock, and I I must drink from the flesh..." must drink from the flesh..."

Ivana slowed, jerking her head around.

"Are they following us, Mother?" Humans from the last town had been more hostile than in any other, trailing after them, even into the wilderness.

"I don't believe so. The snow covers our tracks so quickly." She trudged on, saying, "It's time for your lessons."

During each night's journey, she instructed him on everything from how to survive among humans-"drink from them only if starving, and never never to the death"-to Dacian etiquette: "outbursts of emotion are considered the height of rudeness, so naturally I offended my share." to the death"-to Dacian etiquette: "outbursts of emotion are considered the height of rudeness, so naturally I offended my share."

And always she extracted vows for the future, as if she thought she'd soon die die?

"What must you do when you are grown, my prince?"

"Avenge this treachery against us. I will destroy Stefanovich and take his throne."

"When?"

"Before he finds his Bride."

"Why?"

Lothaire dutifully answered, "Once his fated female bloods him, he'll become more powerful, even more difficult to kill. And he will father a legitimate heir on her. The Vampire Horde will never follow Stefanovich's b.a.s.t.a.r.d while his true successor lives." "Once his fated female bloods him, he'll become more powerful, even more difficult to kill. And he will father a legitimate heir on her. The Vampire Horde will never follow Stefanovich's b.a.s.t.a.r.d while his true successor lives."

"You must must be utterly certain that the Horde will swear fealty to you. If your effort to claim the crown is unsuccessful, they will annihilate you. Wait until you are at your most powerful." be utterly certain that the Horde will swear fealty to you. If your effort to claim the crown is unsuccessful, they will annihilate you. Wait until you are at your most powerful."

"Will I have to go red eyed to fight him?"

She stopped, tilting her head. "What do you know of such matters?"

"When a vampire kills his prey as he drinks, he becomes more powerful, but blood stains his eyes."

"Yes, because he drinks to the quick, to the pit of the soul. It brings strength-but also bloodl.u.s.t. Stefanovich has become one of the Fallen Fallen." She added vaguely, "And it will be all the more torturous. For him, in particular."

"Why?"

She gave Lothaire an appraising look, as if deciding something about him. "Think not of these things," she eventually said, making her tone light. "Never kill as you drink, and you will never have to worry about them."

"Then how will I ..." He blushed with shame. "How will I I ever be strong enough to slay Stefanovich?" ever be strong enough to slay Stefanovich?"

Ivana reached for him, pressing her frozen hands against his cheeks, raising his face. "Forget all you've heard from your father. When you are older, immortal males will tremble before you in dread while their females swoon in your wake."

"Truly, Mother?"

"You are perfectly formed and will grow to be a magnificent Dacian, a vampire to be feared. Especially once you become blooded." She peered up at the cloudy sky, snow dotting her face. "And your Bride?" Ivana met his gaze once more. "She will be incomparable. A queen that even will grow to be a magnificent Dacian, a vampire to be feared. Especially once you become blooded." She peered up at the cloudy sky, snow dotting her face. "And your Bride?" Ivana met his gaze once more. "She will be incomparable. A queen that even I I would bow down to." would bow down to."

He squinted at her to see if she jested, but her demeanor was earnest.

Lothaire hoped he found this female quickly. He knew that when he was completely grown, his heart would slowly stop its beat, his lungs their breathing. As he became one among the walking-dead vampires, he'd feel no need for females.

His uncle had once chucked him under the chin and said, "Just when you've forgotten how much you miss the cradle of a female's soft thighs, you'll find your Bride, and she'll bring you back to life."

Lothaire cared naught about bedding, but the idea of his heart stopping horrified him. He asked Ivana, "How long will it be till I can find her?"

She gazed away, saying in an odd tone, "I know not. It might take centuries. Outside of Dacia, female vampires grow scarce. But I do know that you will be a good and faithful king to her." Then she asked, "And what will you do when you possess the throne of the Horde?"

"Unite with your father, aligning the Daci and the Horde under one family crest."

She nodded. "Serghei is the only one you can trust. Not my brothers or sisters with their scheming and plots. Solely my father. And of course you can trust your Bride. But what of everyone else?"

"I'm to use and discard them, caring about none, for they matter naught."

She curled her forefinger under his chin. "Yes, my clever son."

They spent the next few miles in this manner, with her teaching him the intricate customs of the Daci as they tried to ignore the cold. A lowering sky threatened even more snow; dawn would claw through the dark in mere hours.

Lothaire s.h.i.+vered, teeth and baby fangs chattering. chattering.

"Silence," Ivana hissed. "The humans did follow." She scented the air. "G.o.ds, their smell aggrieves me!"

"What do they want?"

She murmured, "To hunt hunt us." us."

"Wh-where can we hide?" They were in a wide valley with high plateaus to the east and west. The mortals advanced from the north. Mountains loomed far to the south.

She gazed around despairingly. "We must make it to those mountains. I believe that is where we'll find the pa.s.s that leads to Dacia." She gave him a shove. "Now run!"

He did, as fast as he could, but the snow was too high on the ground, blinding bits of it raining down too swiftly. "We'll never make it, Mother!"

She s.n.a.t.c.hed his arm and attempted to trace with him. Their forms briefly faded but wouldn't disappear. Gritting her teeth, she tried once more, to no avail.

Releasing him, she spun in place, searching for an escape-then stilled, listening. Her eyes shot wide. "Father!" she screamed, the sound echoing down the valley. "I am here! Your Ivana is here."

No one answered.

"Father!"

Mortals in the distance gave shouts as they neared.