The thick armbands Syn had been wearing came from his own world and were made out of the Bloodstone. Chipping off a piece of one of the armbands, he fashioned them into a ring, a necklace, and a single earring. Kane once again reached up and touched the earring he was wearing.
Where the bloodstone had given him a semi-normal life it had been Syns book of spells that had been Kanes downfall. Kane had left it for his chosen to use wisely while he slept. Within it was the damning spell, a way to put down the soulless children if they became too big of a risk to the humans.
As the damning spell was used on him, Kane could only watch with dark, unblinking eyes as his former friend shoveled the black soil on top of him. The last thing he remembered seeing was the star filled sky above a forest of trees.
The darkness had been all consuming and so silent. The spell kept him bound but he could feel things in the earth slithering over him. Tiny, mortal creatures that avoided eating his undead flesh but unknowingly gnawed at his soul.
As time passed, he thought for sure he had gone mad, and then he started hearing sounds every so often voices. Theyd been welcome to him in his prison and he yearned to hear more. Sometimes he heard whole families, and other times he heard only adults.
At times he would try fighting the spell, to call for help or even be some kind of company for himself. The magic held him fast, rendering him completely powerless. He knew this spell had used it on monsters. It was a complex bit of magic that required the blood of a loved one to release him. A spell of love so strong that only the victims soul mate could break.
It had always worked with the soulless vampires because you had to have a soul to call to a soul mate. He had used the spell more than once to rid the world of his demonic murdering siblings who knew nothing but bloodlust.
Kane laughed spitefully at the haunting memory of knowing he was doomed because he didnt have a soul mate. At least, he had never met such an enigma. And if he did have one, then it was unlikely she would just stumble over his grave while bleeding. Malachi had been so heartbroken hed loved his wife so much that he wanted Kane to know the depth of such love and yearn for it.
Yearn for it he did. Many times he would shed tears, begging for whatever god would listen, to bring his soul mate to him so he could be free. Had he truly killed his friends wife, then it would have been a just punishment. But he had been innocent of such a crime.
One night, long after hed given up all hope he heard it. The distinct sound of Malachis roar broke through his insane inner monologue, accompanied by another animalistic scream of fury. Then to his shock, he heard the voice of a little girl directly above him screaming at them not to hurt her puppy.
The sound of her small, frightened voice broke something inside him, making him crave to be free, so he could protect her from the beast in the night.
Malachi wont hurt your puppy little one, Kane whispered mentally.
It was true. Malachi wouldnt hurt anyone unless theyd severely wronged him in some way especially a child. Knowing his friend was somewhere above him, Kane felt a spark of life return to him. He grew angry when the girl screamed again and he heard something land hard on the ground. Blood he smelled freshly spilled blood seeping through the soft earth toward him.
It was the most welcome thing hed ever encountered. The scent invaded his mind and nearly drove him to even greater heights of insanity, knowing he was unable to reach for it. He was so weak from spending so much time without a single drink thirsting to death yet never dying. That was when he felt one of his fingers twitching.
Kane concentrated on this and set what was left of his mind to trying to move. He felt the days pass, basing them on the heat he felt from the ground above him. The scent of the blood surrounded him now, driving him onward. Finally, he was able to slowly work his arms and started the slow process of trying to dig himself out of his own grave.
More days passed and when his hand finally broke the surface, he literally cried tears of joy. Pulling himself out of the dirt, Kane opened his eyes and stared upward, laughing almost maniacally when he saw a black sky and stars overhead. Looking back down at the ground, he noticed a piece of cloth that had small droplets of blood dried on it. Picking it up, he held it to his nose inhaling the scent of the blood that had freed him.
Keeping the reminder of his savior clenched tight in his fist, he heaved the rest of his body from the ground. Malachi and the shifter that had really killed the jaguars wife lay dead only a few feet from his grave.
Looking past them toward the forest, he knew the girl was long gone but Kane was convinced the child was his soul mate. Who else could have broken the spell Malachi placed on him?
Too weak to go in search of the girl, Kane crawled over to Malachi, seeming to tenderly touch the mans cheek. Turning his face toward him, Kanes breath left him in confusion. Malachi was wearing the bloodstone earring. His earring!
Within an instant of rage and a movement too fast to detect, Kane stood up with the earring held in his fist. Looking over at Nathaniel, the man that had framed him, Kane gathered the darkness around him like a cloak and vanished into the darkness.
Kane exhaled and watched the smoke drift through the air, curling in front of him before blowing away on the breeze. Hed spent the last ten years roaming from country to country, continent to continent, learning everything hed missed during his thirty-year prison sentence.
Hed slowly built his strength back up, starting with a white Yorkie puppy hed found cowering inside a hallowed out tree in that forest. It had been someones pet and hed felt remorse for doing such a thing, but the need to feed was stronger than his guilt at the time.
Only after hed fed had he realized the pup belonged to the child that had freed him. Feeling a slight spark of life still within the little fur ball, he did the damnedest thing. Biting his own wrist, Kane forced a couple of drops to land on its pink tongue then laid the pup on the ground wondering what the hell he was doing. It would never work would it?
Shed saved him twice and not even known it. The memory of her frightened voice still had the power to jerk him from his deepest sleep. He wished hed seen her just a glimpse to go with the voice that haunted him.
Reaching into his pocket, he took out the small collar and stared down at the bone shaped tag on it. He knew the family name but the address on it was no longer valid hadnt been for years. When he finally learned how to work a computer, hed done a search but the girls parents were dead and the house had been sold. The daughter, whom he was sure was the one who freed him, had vanished without a trace.
Kane tossed his cigarette by his left foot and stomped it out. Upon returning to Los Angeles, hed immediately returned to the club Malachi had once lived in and ran, only to find it had been sold and his children had moved to a new address. The new place had once been nothing but an abandoned warehouse, but the jaguars had recently renovated it and turned it into a nightclub to fit the times. Malachis children now ran the establishment.
He shook his head wondering how Malachi could bring himself to remarry knowing how much hed loved his first wife. She had been his soul mate and even though shifters were known for their sexual appetites, once they met their soul mate it was nearly impossible to love another.
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