Haventon Chronicles

Haventon Chronicles One: Haventon Born – Chapter Twenty Three Part Three

March 19th, 2013  |  Published in Haventon Chronicles

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A/N: Sorry for the skip last week. I had a bug and was sick as a parrot.

“Lost him,” Tanya murmured. She was kneeling by Caroline who was sleeping soundly in the spare room of Sarah’s cottage. “He used aconite to obscure his scent.”

Leisa swore violently but nodded. “Inevitable I suppose much as I wish he hadn’t. Did you get any sense of what he was planning to do next?”

“Not really, we only get the vaguest mental impressions. He was very tired though.” Read the rest of this entry »

Haventon Chronicles One: Haventon Born – Chapter Twenty Three Part Two

March 5th, 2013  |  Published in Haventon Chronicles

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Two bottles of cow’s blood later Ragnar felt a lot less shaky but he knew for certain that he would have to find more before he hibernated if he didn’t want to be asleep for years. The combination of rowan poisoning, werewolf claws and severe injury did that to vampires. But first he needed to hide his scent from the werewolves.

He opened the chest in the corner of the cellar of the old Victorian house and pulled out the aconite infused oil he kept there and anointed himself with it, especially across the wounds Anna had left. Then he wrapped silver bracelets around his wrists, wincing as they irritated his skin – the last thing he needed with his injuries. Fortunately he wouldn’t need to wear them for long before the link broke.

While he waited he sipped from the third and final bottle of cow’s blood in this stash considered his options for getting more. Human would be best but in his current state he didn’t trust himself not to attract attention. He would have to visit his other stash, he supposed, and hope that another two bottles of animal blood would be enough to shorten his hibernation. He emptied the bottle, waited a few minutes more to be sure the bracelets had done their work before removing them and headed out to his final house and emptying the bottle there as well.

Dawn was not far off when Ragnar finally headed into the wooded hills of the nature reserve seeking a quiet spot with the right energy where he could bury himself in order to finish healing. It was fortunate that there was such a place close enough to Haventon to appease the town because it was way too soon for him to leave Haventon after it had drawn him back.

A hum of power from the soil beneath his feet caught his attention and he stopped and knelt down to lay one hand on the ground. A pleasant energy shot up his arm and washed away the last of his anger. He nodded to himself – the perfect place for his hibernation. It had the right energy and was far off the path where no one would come

He dug away at the mossy earth between the roots of a great oak with his hands and made a burrow large enough to crawl into where it’s presence would be less obvious. The first rays of the sun were just breaking through the leaves as he crawled into his hiding place backwards and pulled the earth back on top of him before collapsing into a long, dark, healing sleep.

 

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Haventon Chronicles One: Haventon Born – Chapter Twenty Three Part One

February 26th, 2013  |  Published in Haventon Chronicles

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The surge of speed Ragnar had used to flee from the accursed werewolves had torn open his wounds and as soon as his panic had faded the pain had made him collapse. The last time he had been in this much pain he’d been a vampire for less than ten years.

He wanted nothing more than to dig into the earth right here and sleep until his wounds healed but in his current state that might take decades. Things were moving too fast – he didn’t think his kind had decades. Anyway the werewolves would find his resting place if he didn’t break the link they would have formed to him. He needed to find a place the moon would reach him when it rose and allow it to heal him as much as possible, then he could find some blood and make sure the accursed ones lost his scent. Then he’d be able to bury himself and finish healing knowing it shouldn’t be more than half a year or so. That shouldn’t be too long. He gritted his teeth and began crawling laboriously through the woods just outside Haventon towards the top of a hill where he could await the healing light of the moon.

He was nearly at the Crown when he felt the blood link between him and Caroline snap. He bit back a snarl and reminded himself it had been inevitable once they took her from him. In daylight and weakened by his wounds he wasn’t even sure if the werewolves had used a ritual to break the link or killed her. He almost hoped it was the latter because he dreaded to think why they might keep her alive. Then again that blonde witch had been with them and she wouldn’t want Caroline killed or harmed.

He paused in his thoughts and he finally reached the top of the hill and rolled onto his back, waiting for the moon and hoping the wolves were too preoccupied with Anna to come after him again that day. He couldn’t fight any more until he had healed.

And how could Anna be one of the accused ones when he knew that he had sensed the moon’s blessing in her? It made no sense to his pain-addled mind and he feared that it wouldn’t even once he was healed. Maybe the healing sleep would bring inspiration. It sometimes did.

He lay there for some time drifting in and out of a pain filled stupor but unable to rest properly with the sun shining on him. Eventually the sun set he felt the light of the moon caress his skin. The pain of his wounds eased as they began to knit together and he realised just how intense the hunger roiling in his gut was. It took a supreme effort to remain where he was and wait for his wounds to heal as much as possible rather than charging off in search of blood immediately. And where was he going to get blood without being obvious? If he had known what was going to happen he would have kept George alive long enough to drain him. Of course he would have done a lot of things differently had he know what would happen.

It took nearly an hour of lying in the moonlight for his wounds to close as far as they were going to. Once he was sure they had he climbed carefully to his feet, aware they were still raw and bleeding slightly, and headed back down the hill considering his options. The ritual to hide himself from the werewolves was simple enough since he always kept the elements needed at several of his safe houses but blood was still a problem. He needed it to finish healing but he doubted his supplies of animal blood would be enough even if he visited all his stashes. Still it would take the edge off his hunger and maybe help him think more clearly. He got his bearings and headed for the nearest of his houses that would have everything he needed.

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Haventon Chronicles One: Haventon Born – Chapter Twenty Two Part Five

February 19th, 2013  |  Published in Haventon Chronicles

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Leisa and Michael were sitting at the other side of the room with damp cloths tied across their noses as Tanya crushed the garlic and rose petals for the ritual. David watched her with interest – this had been mentioned briefly in his training but only as an example of dangerous superstitions that could have the opposite effect to what was intended. When he commented on that she gave an amused snort.

“They don’t know what it’s actually for only that it was supposed to be protective and holds a risk of becoming a vampire,” she said. “And it seems too close to magic for them to be comfortable with. I only know what it’s for because I learned about it from the pack.” Read the rest of this entry »

Haventon Chronicles One: Haventon Born – Chapter Twenty Two Part Four

February 14th, 2013  |  Published in Haventon Chronicles

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A/N: Sorry this is so late. I swear I’ll get next Tuesday’s up in time.

“You can break the link between mas- between Ragnar and me?” Caroline hugged her knees as she looked up at Leisa. “He said that breaking the bond that his feeding on me had forged between us was impossible.”

“He lied to you,” Leisa said gently. “There are actually several ways to do it as he knows full well.” She laid a hand on Caroline’s arm. “I won’t lie to you – most of them aren’t easy and the simplest one has drawbacks.”

“What sort of drawbacks?” Caroline asked. Read the rest of this entry »

Haventon Chronicles One: Haventon Born – Chapter Twenty Two Part Three

January 29th, 2013  |  Published in Haventon Chronicles

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A/N: Watch out in the next couple of days for an announcement about the IndieGoGo Campaign I’ll be running for the prepublication costs of “The Storm Child” Arc.

David found that his head was gradually clearing and by the time they heard the rescue team pulling up outside he felt normal again. He looked around and saw Daniel gently shaking Jason awake. It was testament to how exhausted Anna’s brother had been that he had managed to sleep given how upset and worried he’d been. The news that Anna was safe seemed to dispel any grogginess however since as soon as the group came in he leapt to his feet and rushed over to Michael who was carrying the unconscious Anna.

“What happened? Is she hurt? Daniel said that she was okay?” Read the rest of this entry »

Haventon Chronicles One: Haventon Born – Chapter Twenty Two Part Two

January 15th, 2013  |  Published in Haventon Chronicles

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“How do I feel?” David frowned. “Strange. I’m not sure how to explain it.” He closed his eyes to think about it. Only then did he realise that they had started to tingle. The first odd physical sensation he’d had. When he mentioned it Penny tilted his head back.

“Open you eyes and let me have a look then,” she said. David did as she asked and she immediately gave a low whistle. “Now that’s interesting. you said that his grandmother was Leannaun?”

“It seems so anyway,” Liam said. “Why?” Read the rest of this entry »

Haventon Chronicles One: Haventon Born – Chapter Twenty Two Part One

January 8th, 2013  |  Published in Haventon Chronicles

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Liam and Penny were busy checking over the sleeping young woman the others had rescued from Ragnar so David sat quietly against the wall of the derelict church and watched them through the fog that was creeping back into his head.

He wasn’t sure how long he spent sitting there but he slowly became aware of a silvery choral music in the distance. At first he thought he might be imagining it but as he cocked his head to listen it became clearer – though still faint – and sliced through the mental fog dragging him back to clarity. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the choral chanting but could make out few details beyond its beckoning beauty and none of the words. Read the rest of this entry »

Haventon Chronicles One: Haventon Born – Chapter Twenty One Part Three

January 1st, 2013  |  Published in Haventon Chronicles

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“Damn it! No!” Leisa snarled as Ragnar vanished into the trees. Even injured and in daylight Ragnar would be able to easily outrun them not Anna was not weighing him down.

“Worry about him later, Leisa,” Sarah said as she knelt down by Anna. “We still have his scent so we can track him down any time and there’s more important things to worry about here.” She brushed Anna’s hair out of her eyes and frowned. “But a none full moon and partial first shift? That is not good.” Read the rest of this entry »

Haventon Chronicles One: Haventon Born – Chapter Twenty One Part Two

December 23rd, 2012  |  Published in Haventon Chronicles

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Anna knew she should be panicked by the feeling of Ragnar’s knife against her neck but somehow instead an unnatural calm was sliding over her. She didn’t think she could panic if she wanted to. Not that she wanted to, she needed a clear head to get out of this. Though even with the unnatural calm it was hard to concentrate because her her hands suddenly felt like the bones were about to tear through her skin. She risked a glance at them but could see nothing wrong.

He would be rescuers had frozen at his threat to her and if they hesitated until sunset he’d have the upper hand and she would never escape if that happened. Her mind raced through various options but she could think of but none of them were likely to get him to move the knife even momentarily. Read the rest of this entry »