VAMPIRE ROMANCE: A Witchy Girl (A Vampire In Disguise Book 2, Paranormal Romance) (Mystery Fantasy Dark Demon Romance) Page 3

  Yarra looked at Avice questioningly, and he answered without even having to ask what her confusion was over. “Magic. It looks as if the door is barricaded by only one simple lock, but seeing that Nainoru is also running from the vampires as we now are, she has placed an array of spells and incantations on the house to make it impenetrable from the outside.”

  When the door finally slid open fully, they were granted with the sight of a petite woman who barely reached up to Yarra’s chest. She was ancient, shrewd, and looked quite silly in her blue muumuu. Just as Yarra had seen in her vision, two small leathery batwings were neatly folded to either side of her head.

  Nainoru peered out beyond the doorway, and gestured for them to enter immediately. She walked ahead of them into the living room with a slight limp, muttering in a way that was both at them and to herself all in one. “Danger, danger everywhere. Don’t even know why I am helping you…, silly boy.”

  She gestured for them to sit in the living room, throwing two warm bathrobes at them which they accepted graciously.

  Yarra peeled off the first layer of her clothing and donned the bathrobe. She heard Avice sniffing behind her. When she turned around, she was surprised to see tears rolling down his eyes. He stood there, bathrobe in hand, still sopping wet from head to toe, and too overcome by Nainoru’s presence to even move.

  “You left without a word, a hundred years ago…,” he finally said.

  Without waiting for Nainoru to respond, he hugged her. She laughed weakly, patting him on the back.

  “Little Avice is all grown up. You were my height the last time I saw you.” She turned to Yarra and smiled. “Such a gem of a kid. You are a lucky girl…, err?”

  Yarra grinned then, at the realization that introductions had not yet been made. “Yarra. Yarra Davis.”

  “Quite a human-like name for an Oracle. Who were your parents?” Nainoru asked, parting away from Avice who was still slightly tearing up but in the process of controlling himself.

  “I don’t know. I was brought up by my adoptive parents,” Yarra said. “It was Alicia who told me about the Oracles when I first met her.”

  “Hah! That woman,” Nainoru gave an angry smile. “Of course, she would have told you what she wanted you to hear. Told you all about the war between the Bloodlust Clan and the Keepers of the Blade, did she? And how the Bloodlust vampires eradicated the Oracles?”

  Avice, who was midway through removing his shirt, stopped and looked at Nainoru when she said that, his face showing a puzzled expression. “Isn’t that what happened? The Bloodlust vampires killed the Oracle clan because they helped us?”

  “That’s Alicia’s side to the story,” Nainoru sighed wearily. “Sit. There is plenty to be said about the matter.”

  Yarra and Avice acquiesced, sitting across from the wizened old woman. Her wings fluttered slightly as she poured them each a generous helping of brandy. Thrusting the glasses into their chests, she ordered them to drink it up. “Good stuff and I won’t have you wasting it,” she said, though with a smile that indicted that perhaps the last part of what she had just said was not so serious as her tone had implied. Then, as though debating with herself, she walked to the free armchair and sat down with a sigh.

  Turning to Yarra, Nainoru began to speak.

  “Avice may not have told you who I am. As you can see, I am actually a vampire too, just like him. I was from the Bloodlust Clan,” she said. To demonstrate this, she looked to her side, causing the corresponding wing to unfurl and spread open.

  A partial transformation made her kind brown eyes turn into reddish slants. The fangs were just like Avice’s when he transformed, although Nainoru looked far more dangerous despite her apparent age. Yarra could not help but recoil a little.

  “Don’t worry. I am not like the other Bloodlusts. In fact, when I was young, I fought against our kind drawing blood from humans. As such, I was banished. It was Schaila Selleck, the original leader of the Keepers of the Blades, who took me in.”

  “Nainoru was one of the first few founding members of the Keepers of the Blades,” Avice chimed in, having evidently recovered from his tearful episode earlier, even if there was still a suggestion of redness to his eyes.

  Nainoru nodded. “We were just a bunch of misfit vampires then, who believed in the sanctity and preciousness of human lives.” Then, her face darkened. “Of course, Schaila Selleck, bless his soul wherever it may be, maintained that the war between magical creatures should remain within this realm, and not poured out into the human world. But that was not meant to be.”

  She stared into the fire, reliving a memory too bitter to taste.

  “Schaila had one protégé, then a young female vampire eager to make her mark known to the world,” she said, turning to Avice. “Your mother.”

  Avice sipped on his drink and said nothing. Yarra was curious to hear what Nainoru had to say.

  “Alicia, when I first met her, was an able warrior. Shrewd, dangerous and cunning. And those who underestimated her on the grounds of being pretty and naïve-looking paid dearly with their lives. It was she who suggested to Schaila that we consult the Oracles when battling with the Bloodlust clan and against the werewolves as well.”

  Yarra nodded. “I know this much at least. That was when the then Oracle predicted the war, and helped them to win the battle in exchange for the protection of his family.”

  Nainoru shifted to get more comfortable, her back touching the curve of the chair. She bit her lip slightly, reverting to her human form. As her skin filled up with the more familiar tanned color, so too did her hair. The unfolded wing returned to the side of the head, nestling itself against her wispy white hair.

  “That isn’t exactly what happened,” Nainoru admitted.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Right after the first victory against the various clans of demi-humans, there was internal strife within our clan. Schaila Selleck had fallen ill after the war, and he had one foot in the grave. The time came for him to choose a successor. And no-one was surprised that he chose Alicia Selleck, in lieu of better candidates.”

  “But mom is a suitable leader,” Avice protested. “She brought the clan up to what it is today.”

  “You may argue that, Avice, but at the price of many lives. I acted as her advisor…, so I know. And it was after knowing Alicia’s true nature that I decided to run away.”

  “Why?” Avice retorted, leaning forward. “Why did you leave the Keepers of the Blades?”

  “Just after Schaila Selleck died, and your mother was made the leader of the clan, she ordered the complete annihilation of the Oracle and his family.”

  Yarra and Avice were thunderstruck by the revelation. She looked at Avice and wondered how he would take the news. By the look on his face, it was obvious that he did not want to listen. His hands were firmly gripped against the glass, with his gaze downwards at a particular – yet unparticular - spot on the carpeted floor.

  “You… that can’t be true, Nainoru,” he said weakly.

  “I can’t make you believe me, Avice. But, that was what happened. She claimed that they were powerful creatures who could prove detrimental to our former clan’s existence. And so, her word was made into a reality,” Nainoru said, pouring herself another helping of brandy. “Of course, the word was spread out that the Bloodlust clan’s surviving members killed them all, with their motive being revenge. But a few of us within the Keepers of the Blades knew what had really happened.”

  Avice made no move to protest this. Although it sounded far-fetched, he knew that his mother was capable of doing so, having ordered him to kill Yarra for the very same reason. He did not know how to react.

  Yarra, although she felt sorry for Avice, could not help but feel anger coursing through her as well. She felt betrayed, having helped the very woman who was responsible for destroying her only possible link to the past that she wanted to know so desperately.

  Nainoru was a shrewd woman. The defeated look of acceptance on
Avice’s face told her all that she needed to know about the situation.

  “She used you, and tried to kill you afterwards, didn’t she?”

  Yarra nodded. “Avice was tasked in doing so, and he didn’t want to.”

  Nainoru smiled. “How odd it is that we both ran away for the same reasons, Avice. Is that why you came to me?”

  Avice rubbed his eyes. It pained Yarra to see a cloud of depression hanging over her mate. A world that he had once known, filled with trust and respect for his mother - his leader - had come crashing down. It would take more than a few days to recover mentally.

  “Look…,” Nainoru said kindly, without waiting for his answer, “… it has been a long day. Why don’t you go get some rest? There is a guest bedroom just at the end of the hall, to your left. You will find blankets in the cupboard.”

  He nodded weakly and got up. Yarra made a move to go with him, but Nainoru stopped her. “Will you stay with me for a little while? I would like to have a few words with you.”

  Yarra was torn. She was eager to comfort Avice, but a part of her was inundated with curiosity as to what the old woman had in store for her. She kissed him on the cheek and assured him that it wouldn’t be long. After he had left and she heard his footfalls going across to the room that they had been directed to use, Nainoru gestured for her to sit in the spot now left empty by Avice’s departure. On her face was a look of guilt, as one would have before confessing their sins. She offered Yarra more brandy, which the younger woman refused. The drink had done enough to not so subtly warm her body up, even if it did not entirely eradicate the fatigue that persisted otherwise.

  Rain still continued pattering outside, although it sounded like it was slowly coming to an end. The only light came from the still burning fire in the fireplace, crackling as it consumed the two piles of logs in it. A sweet smell of oaken wood filled the room, reminding Yarra of the cabin she and her parents used to go to during winter.

  There was an awkward silence between them as Nainoru struggled to find the proper words to say to her guest. And so, Yarra decided to start.

  “Thank you… for your hospitality. I know the circumstances may seem odd, but I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it in mere words.”

  Nainoru nodded, half smiling with relief for the Yarra’s initiating the conversation. “If anything, dear girl, I am obligated to help you, considering what I have done to your family.”

  “My family?”

  “I was given the task of killing the Oracle,” Nainoru replied.

  “Did you?”

  “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” Nainoru smiled. “Precognitive minds are able to sometimes go back into specific times in the past if there is a proper link there.”

  This was true. The only other time she had seen the past was when Alicia had given Avice orders to kill her off. Her love for Avice was so strong, that it had forged a bond that transcended time past, present and future. Might it also be the same for her family?

  “I need a date,” Yarra said. “It usually happens when I know exactly what I am looking for.”

  “The twelfth of July, 1817,” Nainoru said.

  Yarra nodded. She had never attempted to dive into the pool of the past. Remembering her lessons with Alicia, as sore as it was to do so now, she took a deep breath and tried.

  The first inkling was when the room lost its bright, orange color, and the warmth of the fire vanished. Then it was black once more.

  Chapter-4: Reliving the Oracle’s Past

  When her vision realigned to her surroundings, Yarra was standing outside a small brick house. It looked like those built like those in the books she had read in fairy tales. The other houses were lined along unpaved roads, and people were walking around in the morning, their clothes normal to the people of their time. She felt self-conscious standing in her bathrobe in the middle of the day, but none of them paid her any heed. She reminded herself that she was, in fact, invisible and so made herself observe what had happened.

  A horse-drawn carriage moved past her, and she saw a lady sitting inside. She was surprised to see a younger Nainoru, looking as youthful as Yarra did in the modern age, her lips colored the brightest red, her cheeks lightly rouged, and her hair puffed up. The carriage stopped in front of the house where Yarra stood, and she got out.

  There was no denying that although the lady was young, she had the same intelligence in her eyes as she did centuries later. The mark on her neck, an ugly keloid scar, was absent. Her dress, largely black with tassels of blue, covered her body although it allowed people to get a preview of her ample bosoms. Yarra noticed the familiar tattoo on her body, which the men and women around her did not seem to see.

  A large bonnet covered her already thick, lustrous head. Yarra thought the fashion to be odd for a hot summer’s day but then realized that Nainoru donned the headpiece to cover her vampire wings.

  It was just like when she had seen the blade inked on Avice’s chest and her friends could not - the sign was invisible to humans.

  She held a small parasol to shield her from the mild, mid-morning sun. Curtseying at the horseman, Nainoru spoke up then.

  “I won’t be long, Matthew.”

  “Very good, m’lady,” the carriage driver answered, his voice deep.

  Something about the place was familiar to Yarra, though she could not put her finger on precisely why. She saw Nainoru opening the gate of the house and decided to follow her in. She was oblivious to being watched by someone from the future. She walked up the cobblestone path, up to the house and rapped on the wooden door smartly. While waiting, she hummed out a melodic, jaunty tune, although Yarra could also see her eyes darting around the vicinity.

  Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary.

  When the door opened, Yarra could not help but gasp at the sight of the person at the door. It was a tall man whose features were handsomely angular. His hair was jet black with a whitish streak, and his eyes were tired, but happy. There was a small curve to his smile that seemed to suit his perfectly aligned teeth. It was his ears that caught her attention the most, looking like the blunt curves of butterfly wings with the lobes unattached to the neck.

  The man looked exactly like her. The smile, the eyes, the ears. Yarra was overcome with emotion. She tried to reach forward but her hand went through him as though he was made up of mere wisp and mist.

  “Oracle,” Nainoru gave a slight bow.

  The Oracle reciprocated and gestured for her to enter.

  There was nothing magical about the house. Inside, the house was dingy, damp, and the table was full of papers - organized chaos, perhaps. Two children were helping their mother at the stove, who looked disheveled and weary. There was a small hole in the roof where a beam of sunshine came through. The man seemed embarrassed to have someone so dignified and sharply dressed as Nainoru enter, as he fumbled to choose between a wooden stool and a chair to accommodate her.

  “No need, Oracle, I am here in a slight rush,” Nainoru said. Her hands fumbled at her small purse, and Yarra gulped. She wondered if Nainoru was about to take out a knife or a weapon of some sort to kill them all. But the lady gave a few sweets out instead, which she gave the happy children.

  The woman by the stove smiled appreciatively. Yarra looked at the two kids. One boy and one girl. Her heart gave a little delighted squirm, but there was nothing about the girl that looked like her. The girl took after her mother’s features, with reddish-brown hair and slight freckles on the face. Yarra self-consciously touched her hair, wondering if this was her family.

  If they were related, how so?

  “You have been too kind to us,” the man spoke. “The war is over now, isn’t it?”

  “Thanks to you, Oracle. We would not have been able to do it without you.”

  The man nodded and sat on the wooden stool. He had a smoke pipe bitten firmly between his strong jaws as he considered their guest with a curious look on his face. Yarra stared at him, transfixed. It was like
looking at a carnival mirror to see a different gendered person who looked exactly like her. The Oracle was just like any other average person. There was nothing special about his physical traits. One would look past him in a crowd.

  His wife served their guest with a cup of tea before she beckoned for the children to follow her outside.

  “Papa needs some alone time with our guest.” The children protested at first, but after the Oracle tickled and kissed them on the cheek, they left, waving the fancy lady as they did so.

  Only after the sounds of their voices and footsteps faded from outside the house, did the Oracle look at Nainoru with an interest that he had not paid her earlier.

  “I know why you are here,” he said, reaching up for a match to light the suddenly snuffed tobacco in his pipe. “Alicia sent you here to kill me.”