December 2nd
Leyanne’s journal
It's been a few days since the moon ritual, and I figured out my purpose for being here all along. There is a hunter awakening somewhere in this state and I have been drawn here repeatedly through the decades in anticipation for him. I guess Khonsu wants me to intervene in some way and has been trying to guide me all along. Not that I even know how to do that right now.
I do not know what a single Hunter could do to the beings of our world, but my gut tells me that it's not good. For a creation five hundred years after the extinction of his kind I assume Ra the sun god has some major plans for this one and it wouldn't surprise me if he rewrites all the rules of what a Hunter is. I shouldn’t relax with expectation and my previous knowledge and expect something worse to prepare myself.
We are so far from the origin of the Aztec's that I do not even know what I'm looking for. What he will look like, how I will find him. I have nothing but the vision of a man in darkness with his back to me, and no amount of meditation or insight rituals have given me anymore than what I have already seen. I have this deep pit in my stomach every day, a foreboding and I cannot ignore it.
I have had my Grimoire's and some essentials dispatched from my home in Scotland and I have sent Cora my spying witch a very clear message to come to me. In this I cannot proceed alone. For once I need a little help. I feel this journey is going to be vast. I want to know what she was watching me for and if it relates to this problem.
I have managed to find an abandoned estate house just outside the city too, which is perfect for my continued habitation. It's secluded in a deep overgrown forest and a little derelict in places which means no one will come looking if new lodgers move in. I moved in yesterday and already managed to create a useable home and a place for my alter and possessions when they arrive. The kitchen has a stone fire range from times of old which is enough until I can set up some sort of generator for modern conveniences.
There are fireplaces in the rooms which seem useable too and in the absence of power, candles and lanterns light my way in the night. Not that I need it, I have enough spells to make sure I never do but my modern technology require charging at the local cafe. My laptop and phone are my link to the world on the internet and my contacts worldwide, still my best source of research. Despite it not being great it will serve my purpose while I am here. It’s not like I haven’t lived in rough times and lack of conveniences. I was born three thousand years ago and did my business in a hole in the ground.
The house seems to have its own water supply which is a plus. I assume tanks underground fill from a nearby mountain creek, which means the taps run and toilets flush, even if it's icy cold. I need this privacy if I am to further the search for this man. If this Hunter really is what I have been drawn to then upon finding him I intend to make the trip back home, to my own house in the highlands with him. He will come willingly or not, until I know what is to be done with him.
I push my journal aside and move the candle closer to me on the table, the grand room cast in gentle shadows from the fire and the pillar candles dotted around. At a guess this house had been occupied up until recent years. The furniture I found covered in canvas is antique yet not ruined, just abandoned. The fact they remain means the heirs have probably all died out and had no one to carry on the lineage and love this large estate and its belongings anymore. Being hidden in an overgrown state meant locals avoided it with tales of hauntings and death. I already decided that upon leaving I’ll leave my protection spell in place to preserve what had once been a home full of memories for someone and only a true blood relative will be able to gain entry and lift it.
There are slight modern touches amidst a sea of original features yet there were layers of dust from years of un-use when I started to organise it. No one has touched a single thing in here for at least twenty years or more.
I gaze out of the huge arched window, draped in heavy moth bitten velvet, at the height of the moon in the sky and sigh. The restlessness inside of me ceased to dissipate in the last couple of days and endless research and reading has led me only on a path of Aztec origin. I’m frustrated with the puzzle I cannot piece together. Annoyed that my knowledge surpasses anything I can find in books.
A flash of white outside of the window catches my attention and draws my eye to a familiar sight. The raven from days ago has landed on a branch nearby of a low bowed tree and signals what I have been waiting for since sending out my message to Cora. The witch is arriving.
It's about time.
Getting up and heading out to the large hall I open the door just as a car’s headlights illuminates the overgrown dirt road and unkempt grounds of this hidden house. The car pulls off to the side, cast in moonlight and halts under a bowing oak tree to the left. Cora soon exits, followed by a tall dark male figure dressed in black immaculate tailoring, and both make way to the brightened door which holds my silhouetted form.
'Leyanne.' Cora greets me with an edge of wariness, eyes flitting over me nervously and cannot conceal her hesitation. We have not seen one another for many years, and I guess she isn’t sure what mood to expect given she was summoned here after I caught her spying. She knows I’m someone to be feared should I have reason to be angry.
'Cora, I see you brought a guest.' I flick my eyes over the handsome stranger with tell-tale poreless skin in a flawless beautiful face. Ethereal and definitely not human in his handsome perfection. He has fair hair and I know even in darkness his eyes will be red. Normally they should glow in this dull light, but I sense something off about him.'He’s been assisting me, Leyanne. This is Cornel Gabor, he is from the ancestral line of Romanian vampires and has been my companion for a while.' Cora seems shy and although darkness conceals it, I can sense her blushing. A coy young girl feel to her vibe and I immediately assume she has a crush on her Vampire sidekick.I smile politely, not surprised by this revelation and already sensing what he was from afar. I deal with vampires a lot in recent decades, given they are still an organised and rather charming breed who often require assistance in the mundane. Not being able to conceal what they are among humans means t
'How do we do that?' Cornel finally quips in, no hint of confusion on his face, suggesting he also knows what hunters are and it's then I notice the sway in his movements and his trembling hands, possible dizziness as he’s sat fire gazing quietly. Vampires have impeccably steady hands and almost steel postures normally; this one is fading fast and not in a good condition.'When did you last feed on human blood?' I ignore his question with one of my own. “Don’t you have your tribute travel with you?” I frown at him, unsure why an ancestral would leave home without their gifted human that meets their feeding needs. It’s unheard of not to have access to human blood regularly. Tributes dedicate their life to serving Vampiric masters treating it as a great honour.Cora flashes a look at Cornel in minor surprise and a fleeting look of concern once more graces her face. A hint of guilt and a high blush forming on her cheekbones which sugges
8I chant out loudly, the candles going out one by one in succession around us as though a puff is wafted in succession, followed by the fire. A second of darkness before all explode back to light with a combustive boom that creates tiny sparkles around the room. Like pouring lighter fuel onto a tiny ember of a flame and igniting a volcano eruption of light.Cornel jumps to his feet in alarm, crying out in anguished pain like a dying animal, his body stiffening and twisting as he fights the internal agony. He grasps his heart with both hands, clutching at his chest as though to claw out what it is I am causing, before falling to the ground in a heap. Slumping down in a heavy unceremonious clatter into a deadweight of non-motion. I watch, undeterred and unaffected as he lays groaning and writhing, just as Cora returns, cradling the vial and bloodied dagger against her bosom, eyes wide as though she’s still reeling from what I made her do.She gasps at the s
The darkness in my head clears away to a sunny cloudless blue sky, as though I’m lying down and gazing up into the warmest of tropical summer days. I can make out tall grasses on either side of my line of sight, the type from wild meadows. Luscious and thick, greens and earthy tones mixed pleasingly, scattered with tiny pastel flowers, and savour the baking sun on my face. Voices in the distance are calling and yelling, hard to fathom as it’s so far so they are gentle murmurs in the air and not really coherent.Sitting up in my mind's eye I face towards a group of men and young women across the field playing ball, they are playing a radio on low and drinking beer, surrounded by forests as a back drop to this entire scene as though we are encircled by it at a distance. They have a blanket and picnic hamper set further aback and see like they have bene here for a while. Oblivious to my presence as I am viewing someone else’s memory.It&rsq
The day begins with the morning sun breaking through the dusty drapes of my room. The ancient large four poster bed creaking as I emerge and slide from the layers of sheets and blankets onto the cold wooden floorboards. Accustomed to the morning cold and dampness of the air since I have stayed in this state a while now.Today I’m going to begin looking through the endless public records of births in the city library for any reference to a child named Dante. Even though his accent seemed off it is still worth a try. Hopefully Cora will secure a meeting with the young seer from the coven she connected herself to, giving us a better chance at locating this elusive male. As for the rest of the coven witches, they may yet be useful if they harness any kind of skills and it’s always handy having a brood of sister witches nearby should I require assistance or minions.The girl, the seer, has no clue of the power and gifts she holds within herself if
Some are spells that need to remain constant with my power to continue working, so I never remove them. Some are talismans, some I draw power from and some for protection. I guess even with my own gifts, I still always like to have a little backup to hand. My bangles clink as I walk the few miles to town, merrily enjoying the fine weather and scenic beauty of mother earth.Even this early in the day, the sun is hot and the road dusty. I never saw much need for a car when travelling, I like the time to walk and take in my new surroundings to familiarise myself with it all. If needs be I’m very good at persuasive spells to get people to drive me where I need to go. Vampires are not the only beings with tricks like that.There seems to be some sort of weather disruption in these parts lately as it should be cold here right now. It’s winter! Yet since my arrival nothing but summer weather and soaring temperatures every second of every day. The locals are
I get myself to the local library as the doors are opening. It’s almost deserted due to the early hour, quiet, and gloomy among the rows of old books and musty smelling paper. The little old librarian with white curly hair, rimmed spectacles, and flowery dress smiles at me warmly across the tables when I pass her by and leaves me to browse.I must admit, I love the smell and aura of ancient books, the feeling of being surrounded by old, treasured pages. Back home my own library is my favourite place to spend time. Books retain some sort of presence from past readers, and it can be felt in the air all around me because I’m sensitive to energy vibrations in all things, be they living or not. A warm familiar sensation comes from books, like a gentle breeze on a hot day, or a soothing hug when you need it most, and that relaxes me. It’s because books are beloved things, often cherished with affectionate possessiveness and bring so many emotions by opening them.
All vampires of a notable age usually either rule a very long, established coven, or are part of the high council within one, under the rule of an even older vampire. Ancestrals are supernatural’s, over the age of one thousand is common for ones who venture out and about occasionally because they are experts at avoiding detection from humans.Even immortals can be killed in different ways, we all have a weakness or crux, I just haven’t found mine yet. The longer you live the less older supernatural’s you came across. They have either gone so far underground and kept out of the human world, or fate has finally caught up and taken them from this place. Ancestrals are rare in most species, and vampires keep theirs protected and concealed because of it. Cornel is not just any vampire, he’s royalty in their world and would be missed if absent for long periods of time. This concerns me greatly, as I only just finished helping turn an ancestral royal Va