Daily Prompt: choice

From Protector of the Grey House:

“You think you’re too good to be a vampire?”

“Never said that.” Natalia circled with Lorraine, glad for the moment to assess her target and allow for tactics. She already knew of two things she could try, one if she were quick enough, which she wasn’t, and one she would do if she were desperate, which she was.

“So why not allow him to change you?” Lorraine continued to circle slowly.

“He will. When I’m ready.” She readied herself for her opportunity, which would present itself shortly.

“Has anyone informed you it isn’t your choice?”

“Interesting thing about me, I usually don’t listen to nonsense like that.”

Daily prompt: bat

From Protector of the Grey House:

Morgan easily took the bait. Self-conscious men usually did. He rushed Natalia, thinking to kill her, but never reached his target. Natalia used the staff that had been leaning against the wall as a bat and used Morgan’s head as a baseball. The CRACK! of wood hitting bone echoed in the room. Morgan staggered, fell back, healed, and readied himself for the next attack.

“You owe me blood, bitch.” He was hunched over slightly, as if about to charge. Natalia leveled the staff holding it in both hands.

“I owe you nothing.”

“You broke my neck. When you broke Lorraine’s neck you fell to your knees and offered her your blood, so she could heal. Bow to me and give me what I deserve.”

“Lorraine was worth healing.” Natalia moved away from the wall, toward the center of the room, wanting space.

Daily Prompt: loss

8 years ago today, I lost my husband of 19 years. I can’t remember if I wrote this scene originally before or after he passed, but I do remember coming back to it after he passed and changing it.
In this scene the main character of the book dies, and her husband is left with the pieces of their lives. Originally, though he did not kill himself, he was broken beyond repair. After Jason died, I re-read this scene and went, “oh, hell no.” Because I didn’t want to be broken like that.
Writers use their own experiences to create their characters, but readers use books to expand their horizons and, sometimes, re-create themselves. I re-wrote this scene to better reflect what I wanted my life to be like, after his death. I wanted to continue, I wanted to live. And I do, but I still miss Jason.
And, yes, this is a major spoiler, but as I have no idea when this book will actually be released I think it’s ok to put it out into the universe. Be well, dear friends, take care of you and your loved ones. And remember, life does go on after loss, but only if you want it to.

From Evelyn of Kaymbria

The sun rose slowly in the east, bringing sunlight into Prince Kadin’s room. He sighed as the light filled the room, and seemed to darken his heart. He didn’t want it to be sunny. He wanted clouds, a storm, fog, anything to hide the light. He turned over onto his side, away from the window and closed his eyes. He stared at the empty bed, his lips quivering as he fought against the threatening tears.

Not again. Not another day without Evelyn. He couldn’t take it any more. Her funeral was four days ago, and all he could think of was joining her. He didn’t show his true feelings to his family, but it was how he felt. His father could raise the children. He wanted to be with his wife. Kadin turned and faced the nightstand, and the sunlight, and watched as the sun glinted off the knife sitting peacefully on the table.

It would be so easy to join her. A simple slash on the wrists, or across the throat and he would be with her. A sob escaped him and he reached for the knife.

Kadin…

He closed his eyes, buried his face in his pillow, but he heard it again, just the same.

Kadin, I’m here.

The tears came and he sobbed harder into the pillow. “Evelyn.”

I’m here. Listen to my voice…

He ignored the voice and continued to sob into his pillow. Eventually he fell asleep, despite the sunlight streaming in through the window. As he slept, he dreamt of the private garden. It brought him peace. He sighed and allowed his tears to part. Prince Kadin walked around the garden until a voice called out to him.

“Hello, kind Prince.”

The voice was light, familiar. He turned and his mouth dropped. “Evelyn.”

She stood before him dressed as she preferred: in work shirt and pants. She wore her hair down, allowing the blond curls to brush her shoulders. He walked quickly to her and took her in his arms.

“Evelyn, what are you doing here?”

Evelyn caressed his cheek and smiled warmly at him. “This is where you brought us, Kadin. This is where we spent most of our free time. I think your memory of me is strongest here.”

He gave her a confused look. “Memory? But you’re here. I don’t need a memory.”

“Love, I died. I’m just a memory, a dream, nothing more.”

Kadin gripped her arms hard, as pain crossed his features. “No. You’re here. You’re real.”

Tears formed in her eyes as she reached out to caress his scar. “No, my love. You know that’s not true.”

He brought her closer. “Take me with you. I can’t live without you.”

“What about our children, Kadin? Who will raise them?”

“My father can. The dragons as well.”

“Kadin, you’re talking foolishness. Will still needs you. If you leave him now, you don’t know the harm you’ll do. A young boy needs his father to show him how be a man. And Kalil. He’ll remember me, but it’s you who’ll show him how to be a wise advisor. He needs his father’s kindness. This world is harsh. Without your strength, he will never know how to guide Will.

“And Lynn. She won’t know me. No one can tell her about me, except you. The dragons and Will can try, but you are the only one who loves me the way you do. You can tell her so much more than the others. If the dragons tell her about me, it will be as a story in a fairy tale, not memories of a loved one. Please Kadin, think of what it would mean to them if you were gone as well.” She caressed his scar. “My memory is nothing without you to keep my love alive.”

Pain twisted his features again, and he crushed her to him. “I don’t…”

“You can. You must.” She moved him away to look into his eyes. “The truth Kadin. Do you really want to leave our children without your guidance? Do you really think they will do well without you? They have already lost me; they can’t lose you too.”

He stared down into her brilliant blue eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks. “But…”

Evelyn kissed Kadin. It was the most passionate kiss she had ever given him. When they broke apart, they lay their foreheads together. “But nothing. Let me go, Kadin. You must. You have many more years in front of you. Live them. Remember me, and live them. Be happy and raise our children for me. I love you, Kadin, but you must let me go.”

She kissed him again, a gentle kiss that revealed how much she loved him.

“Let me go, Kadin.” She whispered into his ear.

Kadin sobbed, but released his hold on her. She gave him one more kiss, then faded away. As her ghost faded, Kadin found himself in his bedroom, staring at a shifting shaft of sunlight. Something glinted blue like her eyes, then faded as a cloud hid the sun briefly. Kadin’s eyes went to the knife sitting on his nightstand and sighed. He sat up, then stood and took the knife off the table. He stared at the knife as he walked to the window.

At the window, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and hurled the knife through the window. He did not watch to see where it landed, but turned from the window to call his attendants. He had to get ready. There were things to do. He was the Prince and heir of this realm. He would start acting like it. He would also start acting like the father Will and Kalil remembered; the type of father Lynn needed; the man his wife wanted him to be.

Daily Prompt: insure

From Protector of the Grey House:

Natalia stood waiting for Lorraine to rise, holding onto the extinguisher, just in case. She heard the snap crackle as Lorraine started to stand and let the makeshift weapon go. It clattered rang to the ground as Natalia sank to her knees in front of her lover’s sire. Natalia never forgot Joseph’s words. As Lorraine stood tall, Natalia bowed her head to the woman who now held her life in her hands.

“What is this?” Lorraine was stretching her neck a little to insure everything was in place.

“I was told once, that should I break another’s neck in this room, the hurt vampire would be healing the wound with my blood.”

“I wasn’t made aware of this.” Vincent’s hand was on her shoulder, protecting her.

“You weren’t here when it happened.”

“This isn’t happening.”

“I am offering my blood to her, not to you. It is her decision to take it or not as she sees fit.”

“Not in my house.”

Natalia brushed off her lover’s hand. “You don’t trust your sire?”

Daily Prompt: unawares

From Protector of the Grey House:

Natalia walked the mile to her old house, wishing she knew how to drive. The walk was not pleasant. She was too worried about being caught unawares, but it still did not take her long to reach the house. The sun had not yet set behind the mountains, and she still had two hours before it did.

The place was a mess. Donald’s rig was resting in the driveway. The weeds around it were high, proving it had been parked for a while. There was garbage strewn everywhere and the house needed painting. Natalia wondered if it had been this bad the last time she was here, but couldn’t clearly recall.

Daily Prompt: discipline

From Protector of the Grey House:

Rebecca looked to Doug, her expression blank. Finally, she shook her head. “If this were your only infraction, I would be tempted to discipline you and allow you to stay.  But it isn’t.”

“Hey! You said…” started Doug.

Vincent looked sharply to Rebecca and interrupted Doug. “What else is there?”

She stood tall and looked to her master. “You call me the Alpha of your werewolves. You always stated that if something happened and I thought it beneath you, that I need not bring it to your attention. Does that hold true?”

Vincent gave her a steady look, then nodded once. “It does.”

Daily Prompt: loyalty

From Protector of the Grey House:

Although Vincent didn’t need to, he took a deep breath. After all these years he still felt that taking a deep breath was the best way to calm himself. He closed his eyes and felt his chest rising and falling unnaturally, felt the tightness around his scar as the skin stretched. He placed his right hand over the scar and smiled. He could heal the scar but didn’t want to. It was a reminder of one of his greater moments. He had gained Joseph’s undying loyalty and the scar in the same instant.

Fifty years after Vincent’s change, Joseph had been ordered to kill him by their benefactor. According to Gautier, young Vincent was too flamboyant and public with his abilities. To weaken him they trapped Vincent in his room. After five days Joseph came to him offering false friendship and staked him. When Joseph stumbled into him, Vincent felt the wood pierce the skin and part his muscles. Vincent did not turn to dust.

When Joseph stepped back, Vincent let the wooden stake dangle from his breast. He smiled languidly, held Joseph’s stare for a full minute and slowly withdrew the stake. Joseph fell to his knees, begging for forgiveness and pleading for his life. Vincent smiled, forgave him, and gave back the stake with the understanding that it was to be used on their benefactor. Joseph readily agreed and Gautier was dead within hours. Joseph had been by Vincent’s side ever since.

Daily Prompt: occasionally

From Protector of the Grey House:

He crossed his arms and smiled. “Last time you needed your strongest to stay and look after your new mate. Now, your mate can take care of herself. Who else do you take?”

“Anthony and Ben.”

“Should we call Owen and Kim back?”

He considered. The pair was on vacation. Occasionally, Vincent’s loyal vampires needed to get away and do as they saw fit. If there were too many rules chaining his vampires to his side, it chafed against their nature and made them ornery. When they asked for a vacation, Vincent granted it, as long as nothing was linked back to him. He was loath to call them back, as he understood how much the time away was needed. Vincent started tapping his fingers on the desk, getting his thoughts back to the situation at hand. He leaned forward in agitation. “This is really bad timing. Morgan’s close to finding Edwin but there is still too much dissension in the ranks.”

“But your sire needs you.”

“Yes.”

“And you will go to her.”

“Yes.”

“And you will help her.”

“Yes.”

“And you will sleep in her bed.”

“Yes.”

“And this bothers you because you’re with Natalia.”

“Yes.” He leaned back, then stood to pace, needing to release his anxiety.

Daily prompt: adults

From Protector of the Grey House:

“Angie. You weren’t invited.” His voice indicated he was slightly upset.

“Joseph let us know we might be needed.” She glanced at the young man, who stood. “This is my youngest, Nick. He turned 18 last month. He’s old enough to take the oath and give your woman her first meal.”

“Joseph let you in here. Instructed you to wait?” Angie nodded, and Vincent turned to Natalia. “Are you hungry, love?”

“Yes.” Natalia was staring at the human. He was smaller than Vincent, with brown hair and eyes. He was wearing tight jeans and a red t-shirt. He walked to Vincent and Natalia and bowed low before his masters. He straightened and spoke the oath for the first time in his life. None of the humans on the farms were allowed to take the oath or give their blood until they were legally adults. Vincent had his people abide by human laws whenever possible.

Daily Prompt: doors

From Protector of the Grey House:

“Think of this carefully: is this really something you would have done on any other occasion? Has there been an occasion where you wondered if there was a hidden room?”

“Joseph, I don’t know. It’s never come up.”

“Why hasn’t it?”

She paused. “What?”

“In all the years you’ve lived in this house, why have you never wondered about a hidden room? You’ve seen that hallway thousands of times. Why did you never, until this instance, feel the need to question its lack of doors?”

Natalia turned and went to the bed. She sat down in silence for a moment. The moment grew longer, and Joseph’s voice came through.