Chapter 13
Krall
We’re too late.
We drove home as fast as we could, but the battlefield is obvious. There are hundreds of vampires surrounding a thin beam of light. It looks like some kind of ant swarm from a distance, but up close, there are tons of vampiric flesh.
“Are we too late?” Thorn asks the redundant question in the hopes I’ll tell him everything is going to somehow be okay.
“We need elevated ground,” I growl, heading for the church tower that stands at the edge of the village green where this battle for the souls of our family is raging.
I have wanted to suppress her magic from the moment I met her, now I hope that it is strong enough to overcome the incredible evil Skor has chosen to make her face.
Stupid, selfish, idiot man. We could have lived happily ever after in a city full of wonders, and instead we are here, where every rock and crag develops a covering of moss and lichen almost immediately.
We race to the top of the tower, where the elevation shows an even stranger scene than I had imagined. Tabby’s light magic is in effect. It looks weaker here than it did in the mountains, and instead of focusing the beam on the dark creatures, she has it on herself and Skor.
She is standing in the midst of the chaos with her skirt hiked up to her waist. Skor is on his knees in front of her, his mouth pressed to her pussy.
“Is he…” Thorn asks. “Are they…”
“Is he eating her pussy in front of an evil army of vampires? Yes.”
“Why?”
“At this point, who fucking knows.”
It could be a stupid sex thing, or it could be a powerful ritual. We might never know with these two.
“Something’s happening,” Thorn says.
He’s right. Even in the beam of light, a visible shadow is forming around Skor. It emerges from him, seeping out of his pores, flowing from his eyes and his nose in slow smoky columns as if his very soul is being purged.
“Is she killing him?”
Thorn’s question goes unanswered as slowly, but surely the darkness expands outward, and as it does, light fills the space it once occupied.
Sex magic is happening. Love magic is erupting.
The very thing I tried to stop her from doing over and over again is once again not only saving her life, but changing the fabric of the world around her.
The beam of light coming from the heavens is not enough to destroy all the evil around them, but this, the reaction between them, is creating a halo of pure light that hovers for a moment around the pair, then suddenly flares and extends ever more rapidly across the drenched and molded plains, exploding into a bright aurora in which no darkness can be suffered to remain.
When the light fades, no vampire is left.
The breeze picks up, toying with the ashes of the fallen evil. The quality of the air has changed, the dank musk that infested every breath I took is replaced with a brisk refreshing coolness. The energies that haunted this place have been banished, perhaps forever.
“I feel like we missed something cool,” Thorn complains, apparently unaware he just witnessed the most incredible thing any of us will ever see in our lifetime.
Tabby
I felt the light between us grow, a tender and delicate thing at first, struggling to exist in the curling darkness that kept flowing from Skor as he knelt between my legs and gave himself in service to me.
And then it was something quite out of my control, a halo of love and joy and tenderness so bright and so uncontrollable, it flashed as far as the eye could see.
Skor submitted entirely, gave up his title, his land, his power, his very name. He became nothing at my feet, just a hungry wolf on his knees, lapping at my core, servicing me and driving me to a climax in which I could not contain myself or my power.
I collapse in the aftermath of the most spectacular orgasm I have ever experienced, a release so complete I feel entirely different. At first, I can’t quite put my finger on the feeling. I am too busy being held and cradled and thanked and praised by Skor, whose words are reverent with emotion.
Two wolves dash up to us and become Krall and Thorn.
Krall takes me from Skor’s arms and looks down at me with such consternation I can feel his sadness and his fear. He was worried he would not see me again. He was absolutely terrified I would be hurt and he could not help me.
“It’s okay,” I mumble. “I’m okay.”
“You are more than okay,” Krall says, kissing me passionately. “You are incredible.”
“Sorry about the magic. I know you hate seeing it.”
“Don’t ever apologize for that ever again,” he says. “Don’t ever be sorry.”
I feel like he might regret saying that one day, but I do plan to hold him to it.
Dawn is creeping over the horizon, light fingers of a truly new day that will change absolutely everything. The curse has been lifted, the vampires are gone. True sun is beginning to filter across lands that have starved for it for too long.
But I have been changed too. And suddenly I know how. It should have been immediately obvious, but I suppose I was distracted by the sex and death.
“You don’t have to worry about it anymore,” I mumble. “It’s gone.”
“What’s gone, sweetheart?”
“My powers,” I say. “They’re gone.”
“How do you know? You might just be tired.”
I draw in a deep breath. I am exhausted, but he needs to understand. I am not speaking metaphorically. I am not making some comment on how tiring the whole affair has been. I am saying something true and immense. But I have to say it in a way that he will understand.
I look him directly in the eye.
“Would you know if your leg fell off?”
“Yes,” he says.
“That’s how I know my powers are gone.”
For a moment, I see something like sorrow on his face. I don’t want him to be sad. I don’t want to be sad either.
“Skor’s are gone too,” I add. “And his sucked, so…”
There is a rumble of shared laughter as all three of my mates cluster around me in the attempt to all hug me at once.
I have never been so loved before, and I know I will be loved for the rest of my life.
I feel a lightness I did not know I was capable of feeling.
My powers were an advantage, but they were a responsibility.
They added weight to my life, and now that they are gone, so is that burden.
“What will we do with you,” Krall says, asking a silly rhetorical question.
“Take me to Eclipse City,” I say. “And give me babies.”