“Of your own free will?”
Nika was confused. “Yes,” she said, perhaps a little more sharply than she intended. “Of my own free will.”
He took a breath. “Thank you.”
She held the door as Erik walked into her foyer. He turned to face her and she closed the door and set the chain.
“I am glad that you have numerous locks,” he said. “You live alone. You need to be safe.”
She tossed her keys into a china dish on the console table beside the door. “Yes, I live alone... but you sound like you already know that.”
Erik nodded, a lock of his blond hair brushing his forehead. “Yes. I know.”
“And you knew exactly where I live.”
“Yes.”
She pushed past him, going into the kitchen. Her butcher block sat in the back corner of the counter top, and she put her hand near it. “That’s a little creepy, you know.”
He had the good grace to look embarrassed. “I... I know. My apologies. It’s my duty to know the people who come in contact with the Rune Sword.”
Erik seemed to realize that he was making her nervous, so he backed away from her, putting more space between them. He put his hands behind his back and stood almost up against the wall.
“You’re not the average security guard,” she said, shaking her head. “Would you like a drink?”
“No, thank you. But don’t let me stop you.”
She opened the refrigerator and chose a bottle of water. She would have liked something stronger, but she didn’t want to risk having her mind dulled. There would be time enough for that when Thorvald left.
She swigged her water. “Who are you, really?”
A startled expression crossed his face. “I am Erik Thorvald.”
“Yes. I remember your name from the museum. But who are you?” She faced him, leaning her hips against the dishwasher. “Why were you assigned to guard a sword?”
“The Rune Sword is incredibly valuable.”
“Did Stockholm know that someone was going to try to steal it?”
“Well, we suspected that they would try to take the sword,” he admitted.
“Who is ‘they?’ And was that creep on the bus part of ‘them?’”
He considered her for a moment, his jaw muscles twitching. Finally, he spoke. “Perhaps we should sit down for this part.”
She followed him into the living room, where he sat on the edge of the sofa, his hands clasped on his knees. She perched on an armchair, safely out of his reach and with the coffee table between them, just in case.
“So... tell me. Who are you, who are they, and why do they want the sword so badly?”
He sighed. “I am an operative with the Swedish Special Operations Task Group. They call themselves the Draugr. And the sword... the sword belongs to them.”
Nika frowned. “The sword was excavated by a team from Stockholm University,” she reminded him. “It belongs to the museum in Stockholm, if it belongs to anyone.”
“No.” He ran a hand over his head, mussing his carefully-combed blond hair. “Not exactly. It’s much more complicated than that.”
She rose. “I don’t know how that woman tore my museum apart today. I don’t know how I saw what I saw, but I know I saw it. Those teeth! I’ve heard of some weird body modification stuff that people do, but that was... extreme.”
She took a deep breath and began to pace.
“And then I was almost assaulted on the bus, and you came out of nowhere to save my bacon from some weird group that calls themselves the Draugr, which means that they either play too much Skyrim or they think they’re undead.”
She heard her own words, and an unwelcome thought dawned upon her. She wrapped her arms around herself. Thorvald simply watched her silently.
“My God. That woman who stole the sword - she really was a Draugr, wasn’t she? A revenant.”
“Not revenant,” he corrected. “Vampire.”
Chapter Four – The Draugr
She blinked once, then narrowed her eyes. “There are no such things as vampires.”
Thorvald rose from his own seat and walked to her, closing the space between him with one stride. He ended up only inches away from her. He pulled his lips back, displaying his long, white teeth.
“Yes,” he said softly. “There are.”
She should have backed away. She should have thrown him out of her apartment right then, called the cops, started screaming. There were a hundred things she should have done other than what she did.
She did nothing.
He took her silence as an invitation to explain. “The Draugr are a very ancient race. We are vampires, but not in the sense of your Hollywood vampires. We were created by very dark magic in very dark days, centuries ago.
“When mankind was young and savage, there was a man named Hakon. He was brutal. He was subject to the worst excesses, the worst vices, the worst violence. He had no sense of honor. He killed for the joy of killing.
“When Odin, the All-Father, saw this, he sent the vala to confront him. The vala are the wise women, the priestesses and the keepers of ancient lore. They are sorceresses. Very powerful.”
He watched her carefully for a reaction. When there was none, he continued his story.
“The vala went to Hakon and told him that he had earned the enmity of the gods, and that if he did not amend his ways and become a proper king instead of just a butcher, he would be punished. He did not listen.
“So one night, when he was in a drunken orgy in his longhouse, the vala and the Aesir – the old gods of the Norse – visited their wrath upon him. Through blood magic, they cursed him and his followers to be immortal, to be the Draugr, but not as a reward.
“For all time, they would be driven by a need for blood, a constant thirst that would consume them and drive many of them mad. They would live forever until they worked off the gods’ anger through enough good deeds.
“Hakon, instead of being chastised, took his immortality as a challenge and a license. He became ten times worse than he was before, but now he had the strength and the supernatural abilities to visit death and destruction not just on his own kingdom, but on all of Scandinavia.
“It had to stop. The vala came together at the Temple at Uppsala, and they called those Draugr who wished to serve the Aesir instead of Hakon. These Draugr were enchanted to calm their thirst, and while we were somewhat weakened in body, we were purer in spirit. That was the birth of the Veithimathr – the Huntsmen.
“The Veithimathr and the vala had the greatest blacksmith in Uppsala create a sword. When that was done, the goddess Ithunn herself came down from Asgard and placed a curse upon it. The Veithimathr sealed the curse with blót, or blood sacrifice.
“From that day, the Veithimathr and the Draugr were sworn enemies, and the Huntsmen pursued them until they found Hakon and his inner circle. They slew many and took Hakon captive. He was given to the vala.”
He leaned toward her again, emphasizing his words with the seriousness in his gaze. Nika’s throat tightened.
“Hakon was the one buried in that ship. The Rune Sword contains the only magic that could keep him underground. When the archaeologists dug him up and moved the sword, he was freed... partially.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Believe me, I wish I was.” He reached into the pocket of her skirt with his fingers, fishing the jewel out and into the light. It flared between them, casting their faces in the green glow. “This piece... this is the Sálsteinn.”
“Soul Stone.”
“Yes.” He held the jewel between his thumb and forefinger, bringing it up in front of her eyes. “When he was chained to the boat, and when the sword was put on top of him to keep him trapped, this stone was in the hilt. It was enchanted. As he lost physical power, the magic in this stone drew him in, trapping his essence.”
She could hardly believe she was asking the question. “So... is his spirit trapped in there?”
Erik nodded gra
vely. “Yes.”
“How did you know I had it, or which pocket it was in?”
“I am drawn to the sword and to everything about it. I can feel this stone, wherever it is. And so can they.” He wrapped his hand around the jewel, hiding it in his palm. “They will be coming for this.”
Nika shivered.
He continued to explain. “The Draugr want the sword and the Soul Stone so that they can reunite their chieftain’s spirit with his body. Once they do that, he will rise again, and they will be a force of ruin in this world.”
“Then we can’t let them have it. We have to destroy it. Crush it, or hide it, or -”
“No.” Erik shook his head. “If we destroy the jewel, he will be released. His spirit will go straight back to his body, but he will be unable to enter it. We would be creating a powerful and unquiet ghost, almost a demon. And if we hide it, they will find it, because they are drawn to it, as I said.”
She backed away from him. “Take it. I don’t want anything to do with it.”
“It’s not that easy.” He watched her sorrowfully.
“Why not?”
He stepped closer to her again. She didn’t know why he insisted on being so close, or why she felt so comforted to have him there when she should have been afraid.
“The stone called to you. That means that you are part of this, whether you want to be or not.”
She backed up again, and the backs of her knees bumped the chair she’d been sitting in. She nearly fell, but he caught her, his hand around her wrist.
“What does that mean?” she asked. “Why does it call to me?”
“It calls to you because it recognizes its own.”
She sat heavily. When she spoke, her voice was very, very small. “What?”
He crouched in front of her and weighed his words carefully. “It recognizes someone with immortal blood in their veins.”
Nika didn’t know whether she wanted to laugh or cry, so, to her embarrassment, she did both.
“Many people are descended from the immortals,” he said, trying to reassure her. “They are part of the histories of many, many families in Sweden and Norway. It’s not unusual, and it doesn’t make you a monster.”
“No, no. Only a partial monster.” She wiped the moisture from her face angrily. “So, when the man on the bus asked you if you had chosen me, what did he mean?”
Erik rose and went back to the couch. His sudden absence from her personal space left her light-headed.
“It was nothing. Just foolishness.”
“Are you one of the Draugr?”
He looked down and opened his hand, showing her the jewel resting on his upturned palm. The green light was pulsing. He raised his eyes to hers. “What do you think?”
“I think... I think you’re Veithimathr.”
He nodded. “Yes. I am.”
“And the man on the bus?”
“He is Draugr.”
She propped her elbow on the arm of the chair and rested her head in her hand. “Oh, my God,” she sighed. “I can’t believe this.”
Erik closed his hand and tucked the gem into his own pocket. “I’m so sorry.”
She had a million questions whirling in her mind, but she could only give voice to one. “Why are you telling me all of this?”
He sighed. “I wish I didn’t have to. Unfortunately, you have come to the Draugrs’ attention. Their agent saw you in the museum and knew you for what you are, and Astrid... Astrid knows, too.”
“Is Astrid a Draugr?”
“Not exactly.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means it’s complicated.”
“Like the rest of this is simple?”
He sighed. “Astrid is Valtaeigr, which means the arm on which the falcon rests. She is dedicated to Odin. She is one of the vala.
“The vala are the wise women, as I told you before. They’re also known among the Draugr. They are the only vampires who can use magic.”
Nika tried to wrap her head around what he was telling her. It was all too much. “So she’s a vampire, too?”
“Yes.”
She shook her head. “Of course she is.”
He shifted slightly. “Now that they know you, they will be coming for you.”
She covered her eyes with her hand. This cannot be happening, she thought miserably. “Coming for me for what reason?”
“To take you to him. To use your blood to complete the ritual that will bring him back to life.” His voice was flat, but his eyes were bright with conflicting emotions that she could not identify.
“I think they want to sacrifice you, because only the blood of the Valtaeigr will complete the spell.”
Nika thought back to Astrid’s questions about her origins, and the loaded tone in the Swedish woman’s voice made much more sense to her now. “And Astrid, what is her part in all of this?”
“It is her job to keep him from rising, just as it’s my job to protect - and now retrieve - the Rune Sword. And now, my lady, my job is to protect you as well.”
She wanted to object, to say that she didn’t need protecting, but all evidence pointed to the fact that she did. She had never been a fighter. If the Draugr came for her, she would have no ability to fight them off, and the fate she could expect if they caught her was profoundly unappealing.
She closed her eyes and put her head back against the chair. “Ugh. I have such a headache now.”
Erik looked down at his hands. “I’ve just given you a lot of information to process. I would think that a headache is to be expected at this point.”
Nika opened her eyes again and considered the man on her sofa. She should have been terrified. A self-professed vampire was sitting in her apartment, and one that she had carefully invited inside, which meant that he could probably kill her any time he wished. Now she understood why he had been so particular about her invitation to come in.
He was sitting so quietly, though, and he seemed to solid. He seemed honorable. She knew that appearances could be deceptive.
Against her better judgment, she decided that she would trust him... for now.
“So are you my bodyguard, then?”
He smiled. “Yes, my lady, if you will have me.”
“Why do you call me that?”
Erik frowned, confused. “What?”
“‘My lady.’ Why do you call me that? This isn’t medieval Europe.”
He chuckled. “Ah. Well, it’s a mark of respect. You are descended from royalty, after all.”
“Draugr royalty?”
“Something like that.”
“Well, that’s a mixed blessing.” She smiled at him, and he smiled back. He had a lovely smile.
“It is, indeed.”
“And you? Are you descended from royalty?”
His expression turned serious. “I am no royal. I am only a Huntsman, your faithful servant, my lady.”
She considered everything he had told her about himself. “So... Special Operations Task Group. That’s Swedish special forces?”
“Yes.”
“And your special operation is to hunt the Draugr?”
He nodded. “Among other things.”
“What other things?”
“I’m sorry,” he said, sounding genuinely regretful. “I can’t tell you that.”
“Need to know basis, and I don’t need to know?” she asked.
“Exactly.”
“So you’re telling me that you’re a vampire with a day job?”
He shrugged. “The sword has been buried for centuries. I needed to do something with my time. The government of Sweden knows who we are and what we are called to do. That’s why all of the men in my squad are Veithimathr, as well.”
“Convenient.”
He smiled and rose. “Tonight, I can tell you that my special operation is to keep you safe while you sleep. If you will consent to keeping your door open, I will stand guard just outside your bedroom.”
She hat
ed to admit it, but the thought of having a very capable man watching over her made her feel much more secure.
She nodded to him. “I would like that very much.”
Chapter Five – Interlude (Erik)
He stood outside her room as she struggled to sleep. He knew that she was finding it difficult to relax, and it was no wonder - the life of a museum assistant curator was normally a quiet affair, where the greatest risk was a cut finger from the glass in a display case. She was completely unprepared for the message that he had brought to her last night, and for the ancient war that had come into her life.
She was actually sleeping now, and he took the opportunity to examine her. She was not what he had expected when he had first come to this place. He was not surprised at her physical frailty, given her bloodline - the women of the Valtaeigr were known for their delicacy. There had even been some who were physically disabled, their bodily forms overwhelmed by the spiritual gifts they had inherited.
He had just expected someone older.
To him, a curator should have been a woman of a certain age, with gray hair in a severe bun and sensible shoes. She should have been dour and dumpy, pudgy in the middle with stockings that wrinkled at the ankle. He was not expecting... her.
Nika Graves was none of those things.
He watched her now and took in the way her scarlet locks spilled over her pillow like the tributaries of some great fiery river. Her skin was porcelain white and flawless, her face unlined, her hands elegant and small like tiny birds. The stylish suit she had worn to work that day hung on a hanger, waiting to be taken to the dry cleaner, and her shoes with their ridiculous stiletto heels rested on the floor beside her bed. He remembered her running beside him, and he was amazed that anyone could even walk in such footwear.
She was beautiful. Unlike the last four women in her line that he had been able to find on his long journey out of Stockholm - or Agnafit, as he had known it in his youth - she was young and vibrant and full of potential. Her enemies had not yet found her, and she had not yet been made old and tired by her experiences at their hands.
She was still young as the Spring. It was appropriate.
She had clearly never been told about who she was, or about her bloodline. Being a Valtaeigr was both a blessing and a curse for her, as she was about to find out, just like being the Veithimathr was both blessing and curse for him. He would do his best to ensure that she only knew the blessing side of the equation. Let him take the curse from her this time.
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