Authors: Danielle DeVor
“Given what my childhood was like, I vote for self-absorbed.”
Vlad nodded. “So what are we going to do?”
“If she’s going to try to kill him, that means that one of us is going to have to take her out,” Nossy said as he reached across the table to pour himself another glass of wine.
“Is that the only way?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll do it.” He couldn’t expect anyone else to do the dirty work for him. It was his mother after all.
Vlad loosened his tie. “How?”
Nossy smiled. “I had considered an angry wildebeest in her toilet.”
Vlad stared.
He wished he could make all of this a joke. Have his mother stand up; give Mathias a cookie, and say, “Just kidding!” But that was never going to happen. “Kidding aside. I know what I’m going to do. I think it best that I not talk about it anymore.”
“So now what?” Vlad asked.
“Let’s see what her next move is first. I’ll come up with a plan then.”
* * * * *
Mathias got himself ready for bed. He could sense some type of tension in the air. Nosferatu had been spending more and more time away from his chambers when he wasn’t training Mathias. It wasn’t that he felt neglected, in fact he welcomed some time to himself. But the staying away wasn’t like the Nosferatu he knew. In fact, all the vampires he’d been in contact with seemed to not want to leave him alone by himself. Something was definitely going on, he just didn’t know what.
He crawled into bed. Hopefully tomorrow would be a bit more normal.
* * * * *
Nosferatu held his head. He’d woken up only minutes before to find an official note slipped underneath the main door to the chamber. He walked over to it, and gently picked it up, almost as if it were a poisonous snake about to bite. He recognized his mother’s handwriting. Dread crept down his spine. The paper was cream colored parchment, and Nossy could smell his mother’s blood emanating from it. He opened the note by slipping his claw underneath the wax seal. The note unfolded slowly.
He read the note in moments and had to keep himself calm. While he had spoken to the Order about his fears, he’d held onto a small amount of hope. He truly wanted his mother not to be the person she was. But she’d decided her course long ago and there was nothing that he could do to save her.
He pulled his mobile out of his pocket and dialed.
“Stuart? I hate to call you when I know you are busy, but we have a really big problem.”
Nossy paused.
“It’s Mother. She’s going to try to kill Mathias again.”
Screaming and shouts could be heard from the phone.
“I’ll be expecting you then? Good. Come as quickly as possible.”
Nossy closed his phone and placed the note in his pocket. It was time to get things ready. He quickly jotted down a note for Mathias and left his chambers.
* * * * *
Nossy flew through the halls, not caring about the rules about no flying in the hallways. His mother hadn’t left them much time.
When he reached Vlad’s door, he didn’t even bother to knock. He simply opened the door himself with a flick of a claw and landed gracefully in the cushy chair near the breakfast table.
Nossy tossed the note on the table. It landed in the middle of Vlad’s scrambled eggs. Egg flew through the air and settled itself all over Vlad.
“Damnit Nossy!” Vlad said as he wiped wayward egg from his shirt.
“Just read it.”
Vlad picked up the note and read it. “The test is April first.”
“Yes. Isn’t my mother grand? She’s given us two weeks. I would kill her now if I could.” Nossy speared a piece of cantaloupe from Vlad’s plate with his claw and popped it into his mouth.
“I imagine that’s what she expects,” Vlad stroked his chin. “Are we so sure that she plans to stop with Mathias?”
“Knowing her, anything is possible.”
Vlad nodded.
“I called Stuart.”
Vlad’s eyes grew wide. “He actually answered his phone?”
“He said he felt like something was wrong. Needless to say, once he heard what I was calling about... well... let’s just say that he could give Mathias a lesson in expletives.”
Vlad chuckled. “I’m not surprised. So when’s he coming?”
“He should be here any time. He wants to help.”
“Good.”
* * * * *
Mathias felt as if he was going to die. His arms hurt, his legs hurt, even his hair hurt. He was woken by Nosferatu that morning with a glass of water thrown into his face-- which didn’t make him exactly happy. But he was used to the creature doing bizarre shit. And on top of all of it, Nosferatu had upped his training to a level he wasn’t sure he would survive.
Suddenly, Mathias fell from the tree he’d been climbing. He knew better than to think while he was trying to train. He began to fall backwards, the bark scraping at the skin of his back. Suddenly, his wings burst forth from his back and he took to flight, landing gracefully in the center of the training clearing. The clearing was the same place where he’d learned to break the boards, but the apparatus was gone. It had simply been taken away. Who knew if he’d see it again?
“That was definitely something to watch.” Nosferatu said, smiling.
“Well it’s not like I meant to. I mean, goddamn I’m tired. I’ve never worked this hard in my life.” Mathias mopped the sweat from his face with a sleeve.
“But look at what you’ve just done.” Nosferatu motioned to the tree.
He looked up at the tree. There wasn’t anything unusual about it. “What do you mean?”
Nosferatu flashed his fangs, grinning so widely that Mathias could practically see every tooth in his head. “I would have to say that this is the first time I’ve ever see a young vampire fly and not know it.”
“It’s not that I didn’t know I flew; it’s that I didn’t plan on doing it.”
What was the big deal?
“That, Mathias, is what they call instinct.” Nosferatu waved him over to a log. “Come. Sit. There are some things that we need to discuss.”
Mathias saw a flash of anger pass by Nosferatu’s eyes. The news definitely wasn’t good. He sat down on the log and waited.
Nosferatu cleared his throat. “It’s begun.”
He felt like a heavy weight suddenly resided in his gut. “What’s begun?”
“Lilith, she’s made her move. Your test is to be the first of April. That’s about two weeks away.”
Mathias closed his eyes. She really did want him dead. He’d been hoping she would change her mind, but apparently, she hadn’t. “That bitch. Why can’t she just leave me alone? I mean Jesus Christ! Isn’t it enough she tortured me until all I could do was die?”
“You know, Mathias. The crazy thing about that whole mess is that if you would have managed to come to one of us, you could have been saved. It would have taken time, but we could have done it.”
He was talking about the past again. Mathias wanted Nossy to see him as he was now, not continuously dwell. “How was I to know who I could trust? I mean, Lestan ran when he saw me- why wouldn’t the rest of you do the same?”
“Because Mathias,” Nossy took a deep breath. “Most of us are not cowards like Lestan was, but I can see why you would think that way after she broke you. I just wish Stuart could have told us you were there. He was just too young.”
Mathias smiled. He loved Stuart. “And I swore him to secrecy.”
“You did what?”
“What did you expect me to do?”
Nossy scratched his head. “Would you like to see him?”
“Who?”
“Stuart.”
He was still alive?
Mathias had never thought about it. It seemed that once he died he would never see Stuart again. But now, here was his chance. “Where is he?”
Nossy smiled. “He’s on his way. He started out as soon as I told him what was happening.”
“And what does he say?”
Nossy’s eyes grew dark. “He wants her to die.”
* * * * *
Stuart landed in the spot he always landed when he came to serve the Order- Mathias’ grave. It felt odd. He could feel Mathias’ heartbeat coming from the school. Part of him felt whole again.
Stuart wiped his tousled brown hair out of his eyes, allowed his wings to settle around him, and walked toward the castle. Once he reached the main entrance, he took a deep breath.
“Vlad Tepes! Get down here!”
Soon, Vlad was rushing down the stairs. “My god, Stuart. Do you want the ears of everyone in here to bleed?”
Stuart smiled. “No, just my mother’s. So where is he?”
“He’s with Nossy. Training.”
* * * * *
“So what do I need to do?” Mathias asked.
Nossy tossed Mathias a wooden sword. “You need to know sword-play. That’s Lilith’s favorite fighting method.”
The sword was made of oak and looked exactly like a fifteenth-century Hungarian sword. The pommel looked like it was a thickened coin, the grip was covered in brown leather lace, and the guard was simple slightly curved rod. Mathias shook himself and tried not to concentrate on how he knew what a fifteenth-century Hungarian sword looked like. Mathias tossed the sword back and forth between his hands. “Why are we starting with this?”
“Until you know what you are doing, I would feel better you using something that you won’t chop your own foot off with.”
Mathias rolled his eyes.
Nosferatu ignored him and blinked a sword of his own into his hand. “I am going to teach you what I hope will help you survive this. My mother originally fought in the Roman style, but switched to iai-do because she felt it was more versatile.”
“What’s that?” Mathias asked.
“Basically, the ability to fight and attack with a sword while crouching, sitting, reclining, standing, or walking. Every angle is mastered- left, right, front, or rear. All of this is mastered in darkness and in light.”
“Why don’t you teach me that then?”
Nossy sighed. “Because you didn’t teach it to me.”
Mathias laughed. “I didn’t know it.”
“What, the great Mathias admits he didn’t know something?”
Mathias rolled his eyes. “Just get on with it.”
“All right then. Unlike mortals, this style of fighting is done without armor. You told me that the Myrddin kingdom felt armor would make them look weak.”
Mathias nodded. “They also had a tendency to weed out members in odd ways that had nothing to do with fighting ability.”
“At any rate, even though she uses a different style, it is still fighting with a sword. Defense will be your friend.”
Nosferatu demonstrated feinting, thrusting, stabbing, and cutting. Along with these things, he demonstrated the counters for each move. Then, he motioned for Mathias to copy.
“Remember, this is basically called ‘thrust and cut’ for a reason. Your sword is meant to stab, cut down, and counter your opponent’s sword.”