Baby Farm: The Story of Alec Thorn (Second Edition)

By Kayresia A Bass

“Bartholomew Crane, you’re here because you’ve committed a crime. One that goes against the very principals of our founder.”
“I’ve committed no crime. I simply created a little life.”
“That in itself is a crime. There has never been a life created between vampire and human. It just isn’t done.”

Alec Thorn the very first half breed born into the Coven of Kings. He is raised by his adoptive parents, and has no idea who his biological parents are. The tyrannical king, Hannibal Cross sends Alec away from the only parents he knows to become a laborer at the Baby Farm. It is there that he will find new friendship, love, and the truth about his biological parents.

After one hundred years of life, Alec learns what has gone on in the coven and is no longer able to allow it to go on. Alec decides to free his people, and enlists the help of highly placed council members to kill the king.
This does not sit well with his brand new wife, but he decides to go on with his plans anyway.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kayresia A Bass
• Release date: Nov 9, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370785391

Kayresia A Bass

Kayresia A. Bass was born in Denver, Colorado, in the middle of summer. Fourteen years after her birth, she suddenly felt the need to tell the stories that were floating around in her head. Writing her first full novel at the age of 15, she had dreams of being a real author. It wasn't until twenty-nine years later that she was finally able to fulfill her dream. Finally published, she went through many bumps along the way, but now she is able to share her stories with all of you, and hope that you enjoy her stories about the love within the family. Kayresia still lives in Denver, Colorado, with her son who is the light of her life.

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BABY FARM

The Story of Alec Thorn

BY

Kayresia A. Bass

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Baby Farm

Second Edition

Copyright 2016 by Kayresia A. Bass

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Six

Chapter Twenty Seven

Chapter Twenty Eight

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Chapter One

An isolated castle sits in the middle of an English countryside. Despite its secluded surroundings, everything a normal human would need is found on the property. There’s shelter from the elements, and a huge garden, which provides the necessary vegetables. Not far from the vegetable garden, a slaughterhouse can be found. The inhabitants of the shelter grow the vegetables and slaughter the animals raised on the property so those who eat normal food won’t starve. For those who don’t consume normal food, there are the visitors in the catacombs. The ones found in the farm’s basement provide nourishment for the one-time visitors of the Baby Farm, the children and others.

As a rule, the children stay on the Baby Farm for up to two weeks. In winter, it could be much longer. Afterwards, the parents of the newborns come to retrieve them and are never to return. Once the children eat, the inhabitants must also eat. But who are they?

The year is 1894. A screaming woman who is about to give birth is surrounded by two men. She has signed no papers consenting to what was about to happen to her, nor does she know. The only thing she knows is she loves the man who has given her the chance at happiness and a family. Unfortunately for her, the woman doesn’t know that when she became pregnant, she was doomed. The ones of the Coven of Kings care not for humans. They only wish to propagate their species by any means necessary.

So, who’s this? Alec inquired.

Who cares? Let’s just get it cleaned up and to the nursery. It will soon meet its parents, Boris, in a foul mood as usual, replied. Alec usually ignored Boris’ bad temper, but tonight, for whatever reason, he decided to try and find out what was on his companion’s mind.

Boris Bloodworth. A Daywalker. Foulmouthed, ill tempered, handsome, and desired. His deeply set ebony eyes looked like two spheres of black marble. A very tall vampire, he had luxurious, curly ebony hair, which he wore pulled back in a ponytail. Beautiful brown skin covered his broad-shouldered build. His diet consisted of humans and vampires, but rest assured, humans were his favorite.

Call the detail to clean this up, Alec demanded as he held the crying baby in his arms.

Why do I have to be the one on this detail tonight? Boris protested. This shit is disgusting.

"You’re on the detail because you’re on my team and it’s your turn. What’s wrong with you tonight? Not that you’re any different than any other night, but you seem especially disturbed this evening."

Boris laughed it off. Disturbed? No, not disturbed. Pissed would be more like it, he explained. Tonight, I’d rather be with the beautiful and seductive Selena. Instead, I’m cleaning up human remains. I hate this shit. I’ll call the detail.

A disgruntled Boris stormed out of the birthing room, leaving Alec alone with a crying baby in his arms and the child’s human mother lying dead on the table in front of him. He never once wondered if what he was doing was right. Why should he? This is the way of his clan. This is how he, himself was brought into the world. His clan is the Clan of Farmers.

Alec Thorn, one hundred years old. Tall, but not as tall as Boris. Shoulder length wavy chestnut hair matched his round, light brown eyes perfectly. He was half-human, half-vampire, and a Nightwalker of average build. He was arrogant, with beautiful skin that held a constant reddish glow.

Alec, only for a moment, ignored the screaming baby, and gazed upon the beautiful human woman contemplating if he should taste just a bit of her blood before Boris returned. He had never tasted human blood since he survived on the blood of his kin.

He inched closer to the table, still ignoring the screams of the child, and leaned over for a small lick. The smell immediately made him sick to his stomach so he quickly backed away. Besides, the screams of the hungry child reminded him he had to get the baby to the nursery for feeding.

On his way out, the clean up crew came in with Boris in tow. Alec wasn’t sure how much they might have seen so he barked his normal orders in an effort to maintain secrecy. Finish this, and then bring in the next, he commanded as he quickly moved towards the door.

Suddenly, Boris grabbed a surprised Alec by the arm. "Still wondering what they taste like?" a smug Boris inquired.

The baby was now beginning to wear on Alec’s nerves, but he took time to answer the question. No.

Boris knew Alec was lying and laughed loudly, knowing everyone in the room would hear. They’re delicious!

Unable to respond, Alec pulled away from Boris and stormed out of the room. The child was now screaming loud enough to disturb everyone within earshot. Alec picked up his pace. He turned the final corner before reaching the nursery and literally bumped into the clan leader, who just happened to be walking the halls with his beloved mate.

Watch where you’re going vermin, Alec chastised, before looking up to see who it was. When he did notice, he immediately apologized. My lord, I’m so sorry.

Its okay, Alec. I understand why you’re in such a hurry. Who does this child belong to? His master asked.

I’m not sure. I only know he’s very hungry, my lord.

Brie will know. Be sure to let me know. I’d love to meet this child’s parents.

Certainly, my lord.

Alec stood in silence and waited for more words to come from his leader. They stood and looked at each other amidst an awkward silence. Finally, the master spoke. Well what are you waiting on? Get him to the nursery for his feeding. Hurry up! I grow tired of hearing him cry.

Yes, my lord.

The leader of the Clan of Farmers was Bartholomew Crane. A very cruel, but handsome made vampire. A Nightwalker with a deeply tanned skin, and masculine build. Bartholomew had fine, wavy ivory hair that dropped to the middle of his back.

Bartholomew was blessed, like so many others of not only his own coven, but of others, with the art of transformation. This allowed him to turn himself into a swarm of butterflies, which he used for both attack and pleasure. If in a fight, he used his ability as a distraction. But he also used this ability to please his potential suitors, whether they were male or female. Bartholomew liked both.

He only had one weakness. If attacked with weapons made of a special wood, he would die. This part of Bartholomew’s life was kept secret from all, except his beloved.

Isabella Marquis. A very tall Nightwalking beauty with hooded steel gray eyes. She had an hourglass build, with fine straight black hair that draped just below her cream-colored shoulders.

Isabella’s unusual talent was dream control. She could enter the dreams of others and control them as she wished. This was a very special gift, for not many vampires within her coven or outside it, could do this. Because of this special ability, no one stood against her. They all knew she could drive anyone mad if that’s what she chose to do. All were subservient to her so she would leave them alone. For his part, Alec would never oppose her and always gave her the utmost respect.

Well go on. What are you waiting on? The child is hungry, Bartholomew exclaimed at a distracted Alec.

Yes, of course, Alec quickly replied.

Alec stood and watched Bartholomew and Isabella walk away, and wondered about what they were on their way to do. In the meantime, the baby screams were growing louder.

When he finally arrived at the nursery, Alec was thrilled to find the woman that stirred his loins every time he looked at her. Her name was Brie Lestat.

Brie was in charge of the nursery during the night shift. She was very good at her job, loved the children, and had the respect of all who lived with her.

A gray-eyed, Nightwalking beauty with a large bust and prominent cheekbones. Brie was short, for being half-human, half-vampire. Silky, straight, shoulder-length black hair draped her china-white skin. She was able to consume both blood and normal food. She often preferred the latter.

Brie’s special ability was illusions. With one touch, she could allow the person she was touching to see just what they wanted to see. Sometimes she would project too much, and the person she was trying to help, would reject her. This wouldn’t happen often, only when Brie was extremely emotional about the current situation.

Here’s another one, Alec said as he entered the nursery.

Ah, there he is, Brie said with a smile, her heart aflutter at the sight of Alec.

Bartholomew asked about this one. Who are his parents?

Alec, no one’s supposed to know.

Master Bartholomew requested I tell him.

In that case, let me introduce you to little Giovanni Santiago.

So, this is Master Malachi’s son.

Yes. I think he’s quite handsome. What do you think?

Alec shrugged. Just another half-breed.

Oh, come on Alec, Brie said as she placed a bottle full of blood in Giovanni’s mouth. You know he’s adorable.

Humans. I’ll never understand the attraction.

But the babies are different.

No Brie, they’re not.

Of course they are, Brie smiled as she cuddled the baby she held. All of these children are half vampire, like us. That makes them beautiful, don’t you think?

I don’t know anything about that. However, I do know who I find beautiful, Alec said in a charming voice.

We’re not talking about me. We’re talking about the children.

I don’t know about the children, but I do know one thing.

What’s that? Brie asked as she gently fed the new baby.

Alec, thinking about his most recent encounter with Boris, suddenly blurted out what was on his mind. Boris, the foulest creature of us all, is getting more ass than me, he angrily declared.

Oh, come on, Brie responded, trying to tend to Alec’s fragile ego.

Me. I’m favored above all, and by the way, the most handsome, is getting nothing. Boris is getting everything.

Brie only smiled. Are you jealous of Boris?

I don’t believe you just asked me that. Boris is a pig. He’s rude, ill-tempered, and obnoxious.

We’re all aware of his disposition, Brie quickly snapped back. In fact, I heard Lady Isabella talking about invading his dreams to get him under control. But that’s not what I asked. I asked if you’re jealous of him, Brie said as she put the baby down in a nearby crib.

He’s tall, and good looking yes, but he has a foul mouth. He’s just a boar.

Alec Thorn, you’re jealous of one of your workers.

I’m not.

Oh yes you are, she said, and smiled as she inched closer and closer to Alec.

Suddenly Alec was pinned between an empty crib and the woman he desired.

Brie, we don’t have time for this now, Alec said in an uncomfortable tone.

Of course not. I just think Boris is very sexy.

Sexy? Does that mean you find him attractive? Alec asked as he attempted to move further away from Brie’s advances. He now found himself closer to the wall.

Of course I do. No woman I know would turn him down, including me, Brie declared as she backed Alec completely against the wall.

Brie, you’re a beautiful and powerful woman who can possess any of us you desire. I’d prefer you not choose Boris.

Brie gently kissed Alec on the lips and whispered, Who do you wish me to choose?

Though very excited that Brie was attempting to seduce him, Alec had no time for pleasure. There was work to do. Woman, get back to work, he said in a stern voice. If not, I’ll chat with Master Bartholomew and tell him you attempted to rape me.

Brie backed off and responded like a spoiled child. Aw, Alec, come on!

I mean it, Alec said with a hint of sarcasm. "I’ll tell him everything."

Brie let Alec out of his tight spot. Alec was relieved. He was horribly attracted to Brie, but the work had to continue. Thank you, my dear.

Alec, when will I be able to see you?

My rotation will be finished tomorrow night. Afterwards I’ll be free to violate you until the next time I have something to do for the clan.

I can’t wait, Brie said as she gently stroked his cheek.

Alec gave Brie a chaste kiss. Would you really be with Boris?

As long as I thought it would bring you closer to me, of course I would.

What about Selena?

It’s not Selena I’m after.

They both smiled. Alec left so Brie could get on with her duties. He was satisfied that he had the chance to see her, even if it was just for a little while.

Alec was on his way to Bartholomew’s chamber so he could tell him about the baby’s parents. He arrived at the chamber and knocked on the door.

Come, Bartholomew responded.

The baby belongs to Master Malachi, my lord, Alec said as he entered the room.

Ah, that’s too bad.

Why do you say that?

I say that for the child, Alec. Malachi is the leader of the Clan of the Moon. You’re aware of that, right?

They’re all mad, my lord.

Yes, Alec they are. That’s why I feel for the child. What’s the child’s name?

Giovanni.

Perhaps I’ll talk Malachi into letting us raise Giovanni.

Why would you want to do that?

One less mad vampire in the world Alec, that’s why.

Is there anything else that you wish of me?

No, Alec, you’re free to go back to your duties.

Thank you, my lord. Alec lowered his eyes, and turned to leave.

By the way, Alec, could you send Brie to see me?

Alec turned around and with a look of confusion asked, What for?

Because I wish to have her, Bartholomew said plainly.

Alec’s blood began to boil. He knew his master had an insatiable sexual appetite, and often slept with different women in the clan. This was known to all, but why Brie? Alec didn’t want Bartholomew to have her, but he couldn’t do anything about it.

But what of her duties? Alec asked in quiet protest.

I won’t keep her long. The children will be fine for a while. Go now and retrieve her for me.

Yes, my lord. Alec again lowered his eyes and left the room.

Alec returned to the nursery filled with anger and concern. To make matters worse, what he saw when he opened the door nearly broke his heart. Boris had Brie pinned against the wall and was sucking on her neck. Worst of all, she didn’t seem to mind.

Brie, Master Bartholomew wishes to see you, Alec said, trying his best not to acknowledge what he just witnessed.

Alec, what did you tell him? Brie asked.

Go to him. He wishes to have you.

Brie could sense the anger in his voice. Alec, it’s not what it looks like.

With you, it never is. Go before he comes looking for you. Boris you stay.

Brie cleaned the blood from her neck and hurried past Alec. When the door closed behind him, Alec turned to Boris, his eyes filled with hate. He didn’t yell. If he did, it would wake up the sleeping children.

I thought you wanted Selena, Alec said quietly.

Selena isn’t here, Boris said with a smile. She’s off doing clan business.

Well isn’t that what you’re supposed to be doing? Clan business?

I was. The next human is about to give birth. I came in here looking for you.

Well then let’s get on with it, Alec said as he moved away from the door and allowed Boris to pass. Boris walked out of the door, and Alec followed.

Once the door to the nursery closed, Alec immediately confronted Boris. Boris, don’t touch her anymore, he barked. I hear you’re a real monster in bed, but leave Brie alone. Isn’t it bad enough we have to share our women with Master Bartholomew?

It wasn’t as it appeared, Boris responded.

I don’t want to hear your lies or Brie’s lies. Just stay away from her.

Alec, I just needed to feed.

Well the next time you need to feed, let me know. I’ll make sure you get what you need from Master Bartholomew. From what I hear, he has been looking at you differently lately.

Boris stopped in his tracks, and looked Alec right in his eyes. You little weasel, you wouldn’t dare.

Alec was not afraid of Boris. He simply looked back at him and said, Put your hands on the woman I love again and I will. Come now, let’s get back to, how did you put it? Clan business? Where’s this human?

She’s in birthing room five.

Well what are you waiting on? Come on, we have a Baby Farm to run.

Alec was determined to talk to Brie about Boris the following day. He left his room and immediately made his way to the nursery. He walked in, didn’t look to even see if she was there, and opened his mouth. Brie, we have to talk about Boris.

Emma, Brie’s assistant, looked up from her desk. She hasn’t arrived yet Master Alec, she said, almost embarrassed she had heard his declaration.

Emma Delarosa was a Daywalking vampire, of medium height. She had beautiful brown eyes that resembled two tiger-eye gems. She was dark-skinned and had waist-length curly black hair that she wore in a ponytail. Her legs were longer than her torso, which made her appear taller than she actually was. The aura surrounding her was that of pure love. The king knew this, and charged her with taking care of the coven’s children. She was happy with this role and took her job very seriously. Emma originated in the Clan of the Night. The members of this clan can stay up for up to four days at a time without sleep.

Oh I see. I suspect the children are well? an equally embarrassed Alec asked.

Yes, they’re fine.

Good. I’ll go see what’s taking Brie.

Thank you, master.

Alec walked out of the door and closed it behind him. He had hid his anger the best he could. Emma had been on duty for twelve hours. It was time for Brie to come on duty and for Emma to get some rest.

Alec walked the hallways toward Brie’s room. He still was angry about the previous night’s activities, and her not being on duty angered him even further. He intended on discussing it with her. He didn’t want to upset her because he loved her, but he had no patience when it came down to his work.

He made his way to Brie’s room. Normally he would just walk into her room, grab her, kiss her, and tell her how much she meant to him. This time was different. He knew she had been with the clan leader.

Bartholomew was not known for his kindness, and was often very brutal with his partners. The rumor around the clan was only Isabella could withstand his brutal lovemaking. Rumors also said that he took many lovers because of his brutality. Perhaps Isabella couldn’t handle him alone after all, Alec thought.

The more he thought about it, the more Alec was willing to let go what he had witnessed between Brie and Boris, if Brie was okay. Instead of just walking into her room, he gently knocked at the door.

Brie, it’s time for you to go to the nursery. Emma must have her rest and the children are waiting for you. Alec got no answer, so he knocked again. Brie, it’s time to get up. The children are hungry.

Brie still didn’t answer. A worried Alec gently opened the door. He could see her feet at the foot of her bed, but she wasn’t moving. He pushed the door open more and stuck his head in. He was unprepared for what he saw.

Brie was nude, and there were hundreds of bites all over her body, which were still bleeding badly. It seemed as if Bartholomew had just gotten finished with her. She didn’t have time for her body to recover from her sexual encounter with their master.

Alec walked closer to her and called to her again. Brie didn’t answer. He went to the side of the bed where her head was. He sat down and quietly called her name again. Brie, wake up. Still she didn’t stir. Alec was sure she was dead. He gently began to stroke her hair. Suddenly Brie moved, and Alec breathed a sigh of relief.

Brie? Honey? Can you hear me?

She didn’t open her eyes, but managed to reach for him. Alec gently pulled her head into his lap, and continued to stroke her hair. Its okay angel, I’m here now. Did he hurt you? Brie nodded her head and began to cry. I’m sorry Brie. I don’t know why he did this to you. I’ll talk to him.

Brie sat up, and looked Alec in the eyes. No, Alec, she whispered.

Well I can’t let him hurt you anymore, Alec consoled her. I care for you, you know that.

Brie shook her head and said, I know you do. That’s why you can’t do anything.

Well what would you have me do? I’m very angry with him right now.

Brie managed to get close enough to wrap her arms around Alec’s neck. Just hold me, she said in a weakened, vulnerable voice.

Alec held her for some time. He thought he might need to get some details just in case he needed some ammunition. If things like this continued within his clan, he would go to the king.

Brie, do you want to tell me exactly what happened?

Brie let go of his neck, bothered that her much-needed peace and comfort had been disturbed. It doesn’t matter, Alec. I’ll heal.

You haven’t been to sleep yet?

No.

Since when can he stay awake during the day? And how were you able to stay awake?

I don’t know how he was able to stay awake, but I think I’m becoming a Daywalker like Boris.

More of your human blood I suppose.

Possibly, but it doesn’t matter. You can’t do or say anything to Master Bartholomew. He’s the strongest of us all. Even with Lady Isabella’s great abilities, she’s no match for him. Most of us have human blood which makes us weak.

We’re not weak Brie, a suddenly defiant Alec responded. We’re afraid, but if we all get together-

Brie put her hand to Alec’s mouth. Don’t speak it, she pleaded. If you do, we’ll die. What will become of the children if we die?

Always thinking of the little ones.

Alec, please just admit it. You care for those children just as I do.

No Brie, I don’t. The only one I care about, and have always cared about, is you.

I care about you as well, Brie said. I don’t want to lose you. So, please promise me you’ll not talk to the master about his business.

You are my business.

No, I’m not. I’m only a vampire who happens to work in the nursery. Selena finds the blood donors for us. Boris assists you with whatever you need help with. If we’re not busy with our usual duties, there’s other clan business to take care of. Oh Alec, don’t you get it? We live to work and work to survive. That’s our way.

That’s not my way, an even more defiant Alec bellowed. I’m favored. I’m second in command. I’m in charge of operations. The farm is mine to run. In my eyes, Bartholomew is nothing but a leech.

He holds a council seat, Alec, Brie said as she tried to reason with him.

The lowest council seat. Kali, the leader of the Learned Clan, holds a higher seat on the council than Bartholomew does. Her clan’s nothing but a bunch of bookworms and historians as far as I’m concerned.

Why are you saying this? Brie asked with obvious concern in her voice.

Because I’m angry, Brie. I’ve never seen you in such a state. I’ve heard other council members talk about him. They call him things like farmer, donor, low life, and not to mention, sex addict. Why should I feel inferior to him? All on the council speak very highly of me.

They speak so highly of you because of Master Jaymes. He’s your father and they fear him.

Perhaps, Alec said. Brie, I need you to sleep, Alec continued in an attempt to end the conversation. The next time I see you, I don’t want to see these ugly scars on you. Your body needs to heal. The next time I see you, I want you in the nursery taking care of the children you hold dear to your heart. Do you want me to call the medic to help you?

Brie grabbed Alec’s hair, pulled him close to her face, gritted her teeth, and said, Don’t do what you’re thinking. Bartholomew will kill you. I can’t bear the thought of not having you close to me.

I asked if you needed a medic, Alec said, unaffected by her dramatics.

She knew when Alec was this angry, there was no reasoning with him so she let go. No Alec. I just need to sleep.

Alright my beloved. I’ll see you soon.

What of the children?

Emma will watch over them until you’ve healed.

Alec kissed Brie softly but with passion. It was a kiss that was meant to tell her two things. Softly to tell her not to worry, and passionately to tell her he loved her.

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Chapter Two

Bartholomew was a single, young man of thirty years. Like so many others in his village, he was very poor. Even though their existence may have appeared sad to an outsider, they were a very happy people who celebrated life as if they were rich.

The single women in the village were always after Bartholomew since they all wished to marry him. But Bartholomew was not ready. He enjoyed the freedom of being single and having as many of the women in the village he wanted too much.

This went on for a time. Then on one beautiful summer morning, he was suddenly awoken by his dog barking. He threw the covers back, sat up, and rubbed his eyes. He looked out of his window, to see his dog barking ferociously at the barn door. Bartholomew pulled on some pants and walked outside to see what all of the commotion was about. When he opened the barn door, he saw no one.

Hello? Is anyone in here? he asked aloud with a nervous quiver in his voice.

There was no answer, but his dog still was barking. He decided to investigate further. He walked over to the horse stable, looked over the wall, and to his surprise, he found a woman.

Her name was Lily Talbot. Healthy, smooth, beautifully tan skin covered her short body. Thick, wavy, yellow hair was waist length and fell just shy of her wide hips. The dust which covered her hid her natural beauty. Bartholomew looked into her eyes. They were intensely green and reminded him of two pools of stagnant water.

Bartholomew was shocked to see her hiding next to his horse. So shocked, he didn’t even go into the stable. He only held out his hand to the stranger before him. Come on out. I won’t hurt you, he said in a calm soothing voice.

Lily didn’t move.

My horse is not the best tempered animal, Bartholomew warned. If you make any sudden moves, he might decide to kick, and I promise it’ll hurt. Come on out now.

Lily was afraid of Bartholomew, but didn’t want to be killed by a horse either. She stood up carefully and took Bartholomew’s hand.

There now, Bartholomew said with a smile as he took Lily’s hand. Are you hungry? I’ll fix us something to eat.

As frightened as she was, Lily was hungry. She still didn’t utter a word as she followed Bartholomew inside his house.

Sorry about the mess. I don’t get much company, Bartholomew said with a hint of embarrassment. Please have a seat.

Lily pushed some papers out of a nearby chair and sat down in the one room house. Bartholomew knelt in front of her and smiled. Lily didn’t smile back. She just turned away.

Well now, my name is Bartholomew. Welcome. What’s your name?

Lily looked back and quietly responded, Lily.

Welcome, Lily. Now tell me, why were you hiding in my barn?

Lily looked away and didn’t answer the question.

Sensing Lily’s nervousness, Bartholomew smiled and stood up. Perhaps we could clean you up a bit and feed you, he said. Then we can talk, okay? Would you like that?

Lily looked at him, and this time, simply nodded her head.

Good. My washbasin is right there next to your feet. Go outside and get some fresh water from the well, Bartholomew said as he handed Lily a rag. Take this. You can wash up in the barn.

Lily again just nodded. While you’re doing that, I’ll get started on breakfast, Bartholomew said as he walked to his pot-bellied stove. I’m sorry there’s no meat. Some hungry animal destroyed my last pig this winter. So, there’s only eggs and bread. Go on, I’ll start on our breakfast. How would you like your-

Suddenly Lily was gone. She couldn’t wait to get the dirt from her body and hair. Once she was clean, she re-entered the house. Bartholomew was still cooking and the tiny house smelled of eggs.

I’m glad you’re back, Bartholomew said as he dropped the eggs onto the plates before him. You were taking so long I thought you ran off with my washbasin. And then how would I clean myself? What took you so long? Bartholomew asked.

I decided to wash my hair, Lily mumbled.

What? Bartholomew asked. As the words were leaving his mouth, Bartholomew looked up and saw the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. He was so awestruck, he couldn’t move.

I decided to wash my hair, Lily said louder.

Bartholomew’s feet still felt like they were glued to the floor. He couldn’t believe the small, wide-hipped woman was as pretty as she was. He had to talk himself out of his own excitement. Down boy. You’ve got to get to know her first.

Bartholomew, trying to hide his excitement, gently smiled and nodded. Yes, I suppose you did. Please have a seat and eat.

Lily sat down but only stared at the plate.

I thought you were hungry, Bartholomew said as he sat down. I’ll admit I’m not the best of cooks, but I do what I have to, to survive.

Lily, feeling a bit more at ease, dove into the plate as if it were her last meal. Bartholomew smiled at Lily and began eating himself.

So, Lily, why were you hiding in my barn? he asked again.

Lily finished the last bite of her bread and eggs and responded with just one word. Nightwalkers.

Nightwalkers? What’s a Nightwalker? Bartholomew asked.

They take the blood and lives of my village, Lily said in a very matter-of-fact way as she put her dish in the sink.

I don’t understand, Bartholomew responded.

One was chasing me. I managed to get away. I’m still not sure of how I did it, but I did. Perhaps your dog kept him away.

Was someone after you? a puzzled Bartholomew asked.

Lily all but ignored Bartholomew’s question. I can’t stay. If I do, they’ll come for you as well. I have to keep moving.

Lily, please tell me more.

Lily sat down at the table and began to tell her story.

I was but a child when the first person disappeared from my village. As the years went by, more and more left us, never to return. Some were left to die in the village, but what was left of them was less than whole. Many of them had their windpipes torn from their bodies. We buried them and moved on. For a time we were left alone. No one mysteriously disappeared, and no one else died.

Bartholomew could feel the hairs on the back of his neck rise as Lily told her story.

For many years, it seemed as though whatever had plagued us, was over, she continued. "Then three nights ago, they came…again. There were five of them, and one hundred of us. I watched as our entire village was slaughtered. They run faster than humanly possible. I saw one of them lift a huge boulder over his head and crush my neighbor. They’re stronger than any normal human possibly can be. One of them entered my house and killed my entire family. All of their throats torn out, just for the fun of it. I was the last one alive. He came to me and said, run little one, so I ran. That’s how I ended up in your barn. I must keep moving or he’ll find me."

Bartholomew couldn’t help but have sympathy for the woman he’d only just met. You can’t leave, he implored with Lily. He’ll find, and kill you. I can’t allow that to happen.

Lily quickly answered. You’ve been so kind to me. I won’t allow the Nightwalkers to take your life. One who is as kind as you, must have a chance to live. Think of those in the village that you’ll bless with your kindness in the future. No, I have to leave.

Why hasn’t your perpetrator caught you? Bartholomew asked in confusion. You say they run faster than a normal human does. If this were the truth, you should have been caught already.

They’re only awake during the night, and I travel during the day. I walk, and sometimes run, more than my body will allow me too.

Lily you’re welcome to stay here.

I mustn’t. I don’t want anyone else to die.

They sound like animals. If they remotely resemble a dog, you would have been sniffed out by now.

Bartholomew, if I stay, I’ll put your entire village at risk. I don’t want to do that. I can’t do that.

Well I can’t stop you if you want to leave, but hear me out first. You’re alone with no one to help you. I’m physically stronger than you are, and I have weapons. I can protect you and possibly kill the monster that’s been chasing you. Please stay.

Lily said nothing. She just looked into Bartholomew’s beautiful black eyes and knew he meant every word he was speaking. If he finds me, he’ll be hard to defeat, but because I see you’re not willing to let me leave, I’ll stay, she replied.

For the next six months, they didn’t see or hear from the Nightwalker Lily said was chasing her. It was during this time, Bartholomew found himself falling in love with Lily. One evening when they were sitting in front of the stove, both quietly reading, Bartholomew decided it was time to tell Lily his true feelings.

Lily it looks like your Nightwalker is no longer chasing you, he started.

I realize that, she said without looking up from her book.

So, what are you going to do? Lily opened her mouth to answer, but before she could, Bartholomew already stopped her. Don’t leave me, he said in a quiet, almost bashful way.

Bartholomew you shouldn’t mumble.

I said, don’t leave me, he said louder. I’ve grown accustomed to having you around me. Please stay.

I’ve come to care about you Bartholomew. I’m not leaving, Lily responded without even looking up from her book.

Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door. They looked at each other in silence. It was late and snow covered half of the cabin. They knew their neighbors would not be at their door, unless it was an emergency.

What time is it? Lily asked, almost sensing what lurked behind the door.

Eleven thirty.

Lily knew exactly who was at the door. This is no one you know. The Nightwalker has finally come for me.

We’ll fight, Bartholomew declared.

No. I told you, I would not let you or the village, suffer my fate. I’ll go with him.

Lily, no.

She heard nothing. She calmly got up and opened the door. Suddenly she was looking face-to-face with her pursuer. Bartholomew looked at the Nightwalker and was actually a little surprised. The Nightwalker looked just like a normal man, but a frightening aura surrounded him.

I told you to run little one, and you did. The game is over. You must come with me.

Lily looked back at Bartholomew with hopelessness. I love you, Bartholomew Crane.

Lily, please don’t go, he whispered in a voice now filled with fear.

Lily just glanced back and walked out of the door. But Bartholomew couldn’t let her go. He loved her. He was afraid of the Nightwalker, and didn’t know how to defeat him. If he tried, he might die. Bartholomew paced in his house for a few hours reviewing the consequences in his head. After three hours, he couldn’t take it anymore. He knew Lily was worth the risk. He put his clothes on, loaded up his weapons, put on his snowshoes, and went after the woman he loved.

It was easy to track them since the snow was so deep. Bartholomew followed the trail for three days. They were moving faster than the average human. When he finally caught up to them, it was at a cave many miles from his house. He had no idea if he could kill the Nightwalker, but told himself Lily was more than worth it. He thought out his plan, and then proceeded. When he arrived at the cave entrance, however, he couldn’t believe his eyes. His beloved Lily was enjoying sex with the Nightwalker.

He was beside himself with grief and could barely speak. He could only muster enough strength to whisper, Lily, no.

Lily and her abductor stopped what they were doing. She was nude when she walked toward Bartholomew.

Bartholomew dear, join us, she said as she gently smiled at him.

No! You told me you were afraid of him, Bartholomew screamed as tears filled his eyes. I want you back. Please resist, Lily!

I’m sorry, I can’t, Lily explained as she gently kissed him. If I do, you and all you know will be killed.

I love you, Bartholomew whispered.

Join us. I refused to change because of you. If you agree to be turned, everyone we know will remain unharmed.

Lily, don’t do this to me.

It was as if she was a different woman, and Bartholomew didn’t understand. You can go first, she said. That will ensure a commitment from you.

Lily, please don’t do this. We love one another.

If you love me as you say, you’ll be turned into a Nightwalker. I’ll follow soon after you. Do this for all the ones you love, including me.

Lily, this isn’t you speaking to me, but this monster. He’s put a spell on you, Bartholomew said trying to understand what was wrong with her.

Lily only smiled and ignored him. Once the both of us are Nightwalkers, we’ll find true happiness.

You came to me by accident. I loved you and never wanted you to leave me. The one who has hunted you for months desires you to be at his side. You told me you didn’t want this. Why do you want to be with him now?

Despite his emotions, Lily continued to ignore Bartholomew’s words. Become a Nightwalker so we shall remain together, she said.

I came here to save you from this beast, and now you’re saying you want me to become like him.

The both of us will be like him. Do this for both the village and me. I’m willing to do what it takes to save our home. Can you make the same sacrifice Bartholomew?

Bartholomew hesitated. He loved Lily and didn’t want her to leave him. He loved the people in his village and didn’t want them to suffer. He didn’t have a choice. He knew what he had to do.

Alright honey. I’m willing to be changed.

Suddenly, the Nightwalker was upon him. Bartholomew took the pain. After several days, he awoke, a different man.

I feel wonderful. I feel youthful, Bartholomew proudly boasted. What’s your name Nightwalker?

My name is Constantine, Lily’s hunter responded.

Please turn Lily, Constantine. I want her to feel the same pleasures as you and I do.

Constantine looked at Bartholomew, almost with pity. I’m afraid I can’t do that, for she belongs to another, he explained. It has taken several months to get you to this point Bartholomew, and my job is finally finished.

Bartholomew was speechless for a moment. What do you mean? he finally asked.

For some ungodly reason, you’re favored amongst my elders, Constantine explained. They sent me to turn you into one of us. I wish to live a blessed afterlife so I agreed to this. You see, Lily was merely a decoy. She’s only a servant. She never loved you. Everything you’ve experienced in the last six months was all a game. In the name of the Clan of Kings, my job is finished.

I’ll ask again, what do you mean by your job is finished? Bartholomew asked in a raised tone seething of anger.

"It’s as I said. Now in order for you to