Chapter 27 Killian
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Killian
Killian watched Ivy’s internment from his vantage point on Third Spiral East and felt a sense of finality settle over him.
After seven nights, Ivy would arise an Ascendant Vampire, and with that, his window of opportunity to End her would swiftly snap shut.
It was the first time he’d willingly defied an order given to him by Drachen, and he couldn’t ignore the sense of dread that welled in his gut.
But stronger than the dread was the guilt that made his skin itch.
This failure meant that his Sire would revoke the offer to free his sister.
He regretted throwing away such an opportunity, but he knew that to do what was needed was as impossible as drawing Cataplexis and burying it in his own chest.
He watched as the Idthraki clan parted ways, leaving only Voresta at Ivy’s grave.
He wondered if Voresta would feed over the next week, as Voresta would undoubtedly believe any distraction could lead to disaster—but to go without sustenance would also be a danger of its own.
Killian was curious to see how Voresta would approach the challenge.
Killian left the rooftop that he’d spent many nights perched upon.
Since being forbidden to leave Veldmoor, he was relieved to catch glimpses of Ivy after she took to running laps of the property.
The mere sight of her would make his heart race, and he was mesmerised by her long ponytail streaming behind her as she ran.
Killian slid back into his car and the engine roared to life. He headed west towards the Central Boulevarde. He commenced the journey back to Diarom and tried to push the images of Ivy’s burial out of his mind.
Killian felt better as Diarom’s skyline came into view, and the sepia tones of the city’s autumnal foliage calmed him as he returned to his apartment.
The next week would be unbearable—he didn’t know where Eryn’s coffin was, so he couldn’t visit her.
With Ivy in the ground, he really had no reason to go to Veldmoor, other than to oversee Voresta’s protection of her.
There were only so many blades he could fling at a target before he felt like turning one on himself.
The idea of hunting Fledglings to satisfy Drachen made him feel sick to his stomach, but that may just be the pretence he’d need to keep up to stay out of trouble. After a brief respite on the couch, Killian donned the mask of the Hunter and left his apartment once more.