For Daws To Peck At: Among the Mythos, #4
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"Don't promise what we can't guarantee. Nobody could protect us from Ravena of Monmouth except for Father, and he's not here."
What would you do for a glimpse of the future?
Terrance, Liza, and Salome would do a lot. An unplanned rescue, an evening of couture and assassins, and all debts should be paid.
But family drama is never that simple.
Especially when the family is vampires.
Ruthanne Reid
Ruthanne Reid is one of those pesky fanfiction authors who made good, and thus eschews most labels. Except for being a Generation X-er (or maybe Xennial, according to some guy's webpage), a musician who loves music but also carries a ton of baggage about it, a self-taught graphic artist who designs her own covers, a chronic pain warrior, a rabid shipper who's too smart to lay out precisely which ships because of the wars, and an avid reader. Indie author. Spouse of geek. Mother of cats. She/her. Daily pep-talks for #CreateIt22. Owns a lot of things that need to be plugged in.
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For Daws To Peck At - Ruthanne Reid
CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT
vampires do not grow old, nor do they sicken. They heal from injuries quickly—at least, when they have something good and red to drink—and never do they simply languish.
This was just one reason why Jonathan was strange.
In no one’s memory had he been well. They’d tried everything to help him—favors called in, deductive spellwork used, and dietary changes enacted—but nothing helped. It was as though Father’s blood fought something inside him, something that didn’t quite manage the transformation to Night-Child the way things were supposed to go, and the resulting carnage left Jonathan’s body frail. He was practically the traditional cursed prince, ailing until someone, somewhere, could provide him with a curing kiss.
At least there was nothing wrong with his mind. Whoever educated him had been thorough, and he spoke a dozen languages, and he played a dozen instruments, and he wielded a paintbrush with skill that echoed Bosch or Dong Yuan. He was nice; he was thoughtful; he was also clearly dying, albeit agonizingly slowly, and his adopted family of the Blood didn’t know what to do.
All I’m saying is, has anybody taken him to a regular doctor, like?
said Liza distractedly, and tossed the black-handled dirk into the air.
Sure,
said Terrance, sprawled on the sofa like a melting teenager and staring grimly at the ceiling. Did nothing. They couldn’t tell nobody nothing about us, anyway.
Liza tossed the dirk again, fascinated by its shine, more fascinated by the way her new sight could follow it and her new hands could catch it every time, every time.
Terrance sighed. Sorry, love. Didn’t mean to drop this on your head, you being young, and all.
Liza laughed. We’re family, right? It’s good to not hide things from me because I’m young, or so said Arabelle.
Terrance shrugged slightly, his leather jacket creaking with the movement. You didn’t see Da’ leave Jonathan’s room this morning. I know him, Da’. He was concerned. Real concerned. And now he’s off, and Roderick’s in charge, but he’s not paying attention to the details like a brother who’s always sick and might be getting sicker.
Liza stopped tossing and stared at him. Sounds to me like you think Roderick’s botching it.
Well, it won’t be the first time I’ve thought that,
said Terrance, his Irish lilt abruptly stronger. Rogue-like, he peeked at her sidelong and winked, green eyes dangerous, thin lips sensual and somehow far from safe. But then his gaze turned inward again, and he looked away.
How bizarre.
Liza knew who Terrance was, of course; Father’s knife, the assassin, the hard hand beneath the silk glove, the only member of Notte’s family to actually kill people on the regular.
Well, tonight, he was apparently killing time, and he’d slunk in here, plopped on the sofa, and started talking.
She didn’t have a role like knife yet. Her Beast was just under control, enough that she was permitted to roam the halls instead of staying safely tucked in the Newbie Night-Child rooms. All things being logical, she wasn’t sure why Terrance was telling her this.
Maybe because she brought with her a talent these older magical beings often forgot: pragmatism. So what do you want to do about him, then? Jonathan, I mean,
she said.
Terrance sighed. There’s nothing.
No,
said Liza patiently, and handed him back his dirk. She sat next to him, not bothering to adjust skirt or halter top because intimacy meant new things these days and nip-slips no longer mattered. You’ve come in here, presented a problem, and now you’re frozen. No good, mate. We have the issue. What are we going to do about it?
It’s ‘we’ now, is it?
said Terrance, the rogue’s grin making a return.
I’m family now, right? Blood,
she said. "It’s already we. And you didn’t answer my question."
They didn’t look like blood. Terrance was all pale and scattered freckles, lanky and sharp and orange. She was dark and shapely (a word Arabelle had used and she liked very much), her kinky afro bigger than Terrance’s whole body, and there wasn’t a sharp place on her body except for very particular teeth.
But they were blood. It was found family and made family, a strange and glorious weaving, and nothing would change that now.
Well, I guess we could run him through all the tests again, or drag some member of the Sun in here to see if they could heal him, but that’s been done,
said Terrance. Nobody even knows what’s wrong. He’s a medical mystery, he is.
Liza sat back, studying the ceiling beside him. All problems presented a solution eventually when looked at the right way. She held her