Shadow Born: Book 1 of the Shadow-Borne Chronicles
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Silas chuckled.
"Since you were created by Clarissa and are her only progeny, her assets become yours. I've taken the liberty of selling her house. I figured after all that you've been through you didn't want to deal with it," Silas told Alec.
"Thanks," he said quietly.
"Now you can go back to college full time if you want. I might have a job for you if you are interested, but we will talk about all that later."
Alec signed the paper and handed it back to Silas.
"Here's your account number and information. The money is yours once everything goes through."
This was the last thing Alec expected. He was absolutely blown away by this. He was a millionaire. He had ten million dollars. Alec shook his head.
He had millions of dollars in a bank account with his name on it. Remarkable. He could pretty much do anything he wanted, like travel the world and see its sights and experience all there was. But there was still the Devil to deal with. He was quite certain that once he was away he’d be attacked again and wouldn’t have Silas’s help if he needed it.
“Go. You need your rest. And Steven and Marcus are waiting to congratulate you.”
Alec sat his glass down and walked to the doors. When he got there he turned and looked at Silas. “Thank you, for everything Silas. I honestly don’t know what I’d have done without your help and support.” He walked through the double doors and closed them.
Silas sat deep in thought, sipping his drink. He’d had no idea that the Elders would get involved in this. Considering how they had freed Alec and given him carte blanche to do as he wished, made Silas realize there was more here than met the eye. He knew he couldn’t question them. The Elders were a force to be reckoned with and did things as they saw fit, sometimes regardless of the consequences. Even Silas didn’t know exactly how old the three vampires were but he knew that they were the oldest and most powerful beings walking the earth. If they were afraid of the Devil then there was something worth being afraid of.
Silas sighed again and sat his glass down next to the decanter on the end table and stood. Thinking, he walked to his desk and sat down. Lying on his desk was a parchment with the black seal of the Ancients on it. When had that been placed there? He picked it up, cracked the seal and opened it.
Silvanus, keep an eye on Alec Carson. He is more important than you know. We have had visions of his future and he plays a large role in defeating the enemy before us. Without him, we see a darker future than any we have ever faced before. Guide him and help him to learn his abilities. Much will be asked of him before this is over. We entrust this information to you as his guardian, but do not tell him what is yet to be. We do not wish to burden him any more than necessary until the time comes.
Silas sat pondering the words he had read. After a few moments, he reached over and picked up the service phone on his desk and hit a series of buttons and waited. A moment later he said, “This is Silas. I would like you to open a new file, code name Archangel.” He listened for a moment and then said, “No. That will be all for now,” and hung up the receiver.
Something was coming. Even Silas could feel it. It wasn’t something he could put his finger on, but everything in him told him that things were worse than they seemed on the surface. The Elders’ involvement in Alec’s case and the letter that they had left confirmed that something was definitely wrong, but no one knew what. He sighed deeply a third time. He sat back in his chair and wondered and thought, long into the night.
Epilogue
The ventilator created a steady rhythm with its constant up and down movement - good air in, bad air out. The man leaned over to exam the body in front of him. He had been assured that the young man lying before him was in amazing physical shape but had been in a car wreck that had damaged his brain. He would never recover. The man reviewed him a moment longer then without warning he grabbed the body and sank his fangs into his neck and started drinking. The feeling was indescribable, unless you were a vampire. The warm blood gushed into the man’s open mouth and down his throat. The machine that monitored the young man’s heartbeat started beeping less and less often. The man released his victim and wiped his mouth. With his other hand he pulled the breathing tube out of the young man’s mouth and tossed it aside. He ignored all of the alarms from the machines.
The man’s fangs were still extended so he bit deeply into his own wrist, ignoring the flare of pain as his elongated teeth stabbed into his flesh and the vein underneath. Then he picked the young man’s head up and pressed his bleeding wrist to his lips forcing his mouth open. He knew his blood was already starting to do its work when the young man swallowed to keep from drowning in the fluid flooding his mouth. They remained like that for some time, one man feeding the other.
The man pulled his wrist away and allowed it to heal. And then he waited. The young man in the bed began to spasm and then leaned over the bed to forcefully vomit up viscous black fluid onto the floor. The vampire smiled.
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