“They the ones that did this?” The growl in William’s voice drew a warning look from the Graf and the younger vampire nodded tersely. “Gotcha. Keep ‘em locked up and alive. C’mon, Blue. You go and haul ‘em in and we’ll have some fun.”
“They are to live upon the Sorcerer’s whim.”
Though his back was to them as he walked towards the door, the malicious, vengeful smile was audible in William’s voice. “Doesn’t mean we can’t torture ‘em, does it?”
“Do you truly believe you can do this, father?” Herbert was suddenly behind him, using the strip of ribbon from his own golden hair to draw his father’s back and secure it from his face.
“I intend to do what I can,” von Krolock replied quietly, grateful that his son could not see his face. From what Dawn had told him of her origins, from what he knew, he did not doubt that he would be touching the heart of a storm if he managed to breach the magical boundaries around her.
Herbert clutched his shoulders and he could feel his son’s concern. “If there is a risk to you...”
“I intend to do what I can,” he repeated, turning and taking his son by the shoulders, dark eyes holding grey. “It will be difficult and dangerous, I know, but I cannot sit by and watch her die.”
“I understand, father, but this...” Herbert looked down at the girl. “If she’s has as much power as William says... father, if there’s a risk to you, please... don’t do this. I love the girl too, but don’t.”
Von Krolock squeezed his shoulders. “I want you to take care of William.”
“Father, don’t...” Herbert reached up and clutched his father’s hand.
“Herbert,” Lifting his other hand to touch his son’s cheek, he gazed at the creature he loved more than anyone or anything. Leaning forward, he kissed his son’s brow. “I have loved you since your first heartbeat, Herbert, but I must do this.”
Grey eyes were swimming with tears and Herbert slowly nodded. “I will see you later, father,” he said, then turned and walked quickly from the room. Understanding vied with acceptance and von Krolock knew his son longed to tear him from Dawn’s side, to ensure his safety.
As the doors closed behind the younger vampire, von Krolock drew a breath. “I am sorry, Herbert,” he whispered to the empty room.
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“They are to live upon the Sorcerer’s whim.”
Though his back was to them as he walked towards the door, the malicious, vengeful smile was audible in William’s voice. “Doesn’t mean we can’t torture ‘em, does it?”
“Do you truly believe you can do this, father?” Herbert was suddenly behind him, using the strip of ribbon from his own golden hair to draw his father’s back and secure it from his face.
“I intend to do what I can,” von Krolock replied quietly, grateful that his son could not see his face. From what Dawn had told him of her origins, from what he knew, he did not doubt that he would be touching the heart of a storm if he managed to breach the magical boundaries around her.
Herbert clutched his shoulders and he could feel his son’s concern. “If there is a risk to you...”
“I intend to do what I can,” he repeated, turning and taking his son by the shoulders, dark eyes holding grey. “It will be difficult and dangerous, I know, but I cannot sit by and watch her die.”
“I understand, father, but this...” Herbert looked down at the girl. “If she’s has as much power as William says... father, if there’s a risk to you, please... don’t do this. I love the girl too, but don’t.”
Von Krolock squeezed his shoulders. “I want you to take care of William.”
“Father, don’t...” Herbert reached up and clutched his father’s hand.
“Herbert,” Lifting his other hand to touch his son’s cheek, he gazed at the creature he loved more than anyone or anything. Leaning forward, he kissed his son’s brow. “I have loved you since your first heartbeat, Herbert, but I must do this.”
Grey eyes were swimming with tears and Herbert slowly nodded. “I will see you later, father,” he said, then turned and walked quickly from the room. Understanding vied with acceptance and von Krolock knew his son longed to tear him from Dawn’s side, to ensure his safety.
As the doors closed behind the younger vampire, von Krolock drew a breath. “I am sorry, Herbert,” he whispered to the empty room.