"You two look cute together," a foreign voice said, and Silvia snapped her gaze up to a man who stood not a few yards from them.
Long golden hair tied at the back of his neck, and he was dressed in white formal wear that looked more mage than vampire with its airy sleeves, pants, and a tie at his waist holding it all together. The man was no mage with the dark energy rolling off of him, and while he looked them over with a stunning pair of blue eyes, he didn't move closer.
It took her a moment to look down to Neil where he seemed to be having some sort of malfunction of assessment. By the way his hands gripped her sides protectively, he didn't know this man, but at the same time, his lips weren't pulled back in aggression. It was more like he was trying to figure out if he was hallucinating or something.
"I don't know you, but I know you," Neil said carefully, and the man ahead waited patiently with a small smile. "You're a councilman, the one who didn't seem all that opposed to my actions." Neil mumbled the words as if there were more to it, but that kept her glued to his side. This was one of the upper hierarchy of vampire society, the ones above even the house heads.
What the hell did he want?
"I wouldn't say I was opposed or unopposed, merely curious," the man replied with his smile frozen on his lips. It was suspicious, and she swallowed hard as she looked around for anyone. The hallways were too empty, and she doubted that was coincidence. This man had showed up when Neil was alone for a reason.
"Curious is more than most in the council, I'm told." Neil said carefully.
"Yes." Would it kill this man to say more than that?
"You feel like Ares," Neil finally said and that lifted the man's smile.
"Yes."
"Why?" Neil asked, seeming like he was completely baffled by this man's existence. It kept Silvia from having a conniption, but also had her concerned with how Neil was almost a submissive zombie to some stranger.
"I am Ares' sire," the man said calmly. "I suppose Vincent's as well. At some point in time the man was ambitious but morally there. Power corrupted him, and I was unsure what power would do to you, Neil Arc. That is why I wanted to see where your ambition would lead. I was not enthused by Vincent's fall off the beaten path."
"Ares," Neil whined abruptly, and Silvia could hear his fear as he called his general in a hush of a whisper.
The Arc general was by Neil's side in an instant with a protective growl that tapered off as he lifted his eyes to the man before them. Ares took no time in putting Neil and her behind him and taking a defensive stance of his master.
"Nicholas, what do you want here?" Ares asked with more oomph to his voice than Neil could manage.
Silvia was mortified as Neil shook against her. Something this man had said had terrified Neil, and Silvia was still trying to sort it out. This man was Ares sire, so the Arc who had ruled the territory before Vincent? Why was he here if he was a councilman now? They shed house names when they joined the council. There had to be some agenda and it was no doubt personally motivated. The council didn't do house calls.
"I was curious," Nicolas said with that same frozen smile on his face, but Ares didn't return it.
"About?" Ares prodded with little patience, and Nicholas frowned.
"You seem angry with me, Ares. Do you no longer love me?" That was a manipulative question if she'd ever heard one.
"Nicholas, my love for you as a sire only goes so far when you threaten my master. You left and assigned me the task of rearing your house, which is something I will not drop if you ask it of me. I am loyal to Neil, regardless of what you are plotting."
"I did not threaten your master," Nicholas said, careful with his words, and Ares gripped his glaive with visible frustration.
"You threaten him by being here. Neil is young but a good leader, and he doesn't know what he's to expect from the man who preceded him just showing up at a party meant to honor our fallen and push us forward. Going backward will help no one."
"Such animosity. You really love him don't you?" Nicholas tucked his hands into a pouch in the front of his shirt, but didn't seem at all upset by Ares treatment.
"I do, Nick. What are you here for?" Ares calmed a bit, losing steam, and the man ahead of them remained still.
"I'm old and from a time when the line between mages and vampires was firmer. All I wanted was to see how real this alliance was between them. I promise I wasn't here to frighten nor intimidate your master, just observe. The Arcs are no longer mine. I understand that."
"If you've seen what you want, then leave," Ares continued on his line of pushing him out, and Nicholas frowned.
"If you..." Neil's voice came up behind Ares quietly, and Silvia held him as he clutched her hand for strength. "If that is all you want here, and you promise not to harm anyone, you are welcome to see my territory. Do you think he will harm anyone?" Neil lifted his eyes to Ares, and his general moved back to the side and stood up straight to allow Neil to converse with Nicholas, showing that he wasn't a physical threat.
"Thank you. I will bring no harm to you or yours," Nicholas said as he advanced on Neil.
Silvia wanted to shove Neil behind her as the man came so close that she could breathe him in, but he smelled of nothing, merely fabric that he wore. Being protective of Neil might be offensive, so she stood still as Neil left her side and faced him. A shadow clouded his eyes with fear as he held her fingertips as a tether to safety.
"I told him not to change you until you were an adult," Nicholas said, extending both his hands out and touching Neil's face. "His impatience and worry that you'd die a human death left you like this. For that, I'm sorry."
"I'm all right with how I look," Neil said timidly, looking at the fingers on his face with a blush that melted a bit of his fear.
"You're really innocent, aren't you?" Nicholas chuckled, and Neil reddened further. "No wonder Ares adores you." Those spidery pale hands pulled Neil in to him, and Silvia had to let his hand go as Nicholas stole him from her. Ares remained where he stood, albeit clutching his glaive harder, and Silvia was left to watch as Neil sank into the man's embrace like they were close family.
Why was Neil so relaxed with him?
"Your mate is so concerned for you," Nicolas whispered into Neil's ear, and Neil pulled out of his arms just far enough to turn toward her, his red eyes soft and pacified in some eerie way. "You needn't worry, mage. Vampires feel a certain comfort with the heads of their line. As the oldest living Arc, I exude a familiar magic and it's lulling the closer I get, you could say."
"Silvia," Neil said, but not to her. "Her name is Silvia, not mage." Annoyance hinted in his voice from how she'd been disrespected.
Ares arched an eyebrow at the same time as Nicholas, and the latter sputtered a laugh that broke the trancelike hold he had on Neil. More normal to his nature, Neil's shoulders raised as if he were offended, but he kept his calm to avoid confrontation with her so near.
"One cannot forget that the bonds of mates are stronger than that of a sire," Nicholas said, tucking his hands back into his shirt. "Forgive me, Neil Arc. Silvia, I did not mean to offend by referring to you as your race. I merely did not know your name."
Silvia still had the instinct to throat punch him like she did to men who got too close to others without proper introduction. That meant saying anything was a bad idea, so she kept her mouth shut as the vampire crawled his eyes over her. Arms grabbed her from behind, and she let out a squeak of terror until she settled back against a huge chest with Neil yanked right next to her.
"Nicholas," Talamayas deep voice rumbled the threat that Neil and Ares had been prudent enough to withhold.
"Talamayas Sol. It's been some time since we crossed paths. You nomads are so boring." Nicholas let out a groan of displeasure, and Silvia had to cover her mouth to hide her smile. It was a poor attempt and Nicholas' eyes sharpened on her.
"Boring or not, you touch Neil or Silvia and I break your face. Even if it kills me, I promise you'll hurt," Talamayas growled, and Neil patted his abs to grab his attention.
"Tala, threatening a councilman can get you in real trouble. I can handle myself," Neil said with a deep-set frown, but Talamayas barely glanced at him.
"Of all the vampires who have heard our conversation, you have been the only one bold enough to come here, Talamayas," Nicholas said matter-of-factly, a hidden meaning lurking under his words.
"Yes. The other house heads here have loved ones and families they must protect before Neil, which is fair to expect of them. I have literally no one who cannot protect themselves, meaning I will wholeheartedly and suicidally break you to protect Neil. Feel me?" Talamayas had dropped none of his hostility, but thankfully Nicholas let out a chuckle before composing himself back to his calm.
"You have good allies, Neil Arc," Nicholas said, eyeing him in Talamayas arms. "I did not mean to cause issue here, merely see if what I'd heard was truth or fabrication. The mages here seem to earnestly care for my kind as much as I would myself, and that is astounding considering our history. Please invite me at your leisure to speak on calmer terms, Neil Arc. The council has a few things we need to discuss on other matters."
Nicholas gave him a light bow, lifted a white hood, and headed off down the corridor before turning a corner and disappearing. The powerful energy vanished and Silvia was pretty sure he'd used a spell to leave.
"Pissant," Talamayas said, dropping down to pet Neil's hair. "You okay?" he asked, and Neil smiled up to him.
"Yes. Thank you, Tala. I'm sorry if you were frightened, Silvia." Neil lifted his hand to her cheek, and it trembled until she grabbed it and pulled it to her chest. Neil came with it, and she hugged him.
"I wasn't the one frightened, you potato," she chastised, and Neil hugged her tightly.
"I know. You're stronger than me, even if you don't know it. I'm sorry that I'm not great at handling your stress. I'll get better." Neil nuzzled her neck, and she sighed against him. "Let's get back to our party before everyone up and leaves. You're the life of it, and they'll get bored without you drinking us all into an early grave."
"Oh, shut up." Silvia slapped his arm as they headed back into the room.
So many eyes crawled over them as Talamayas and Ares returned to their previous positions, and she blushed, grabbing another drink glass from the table.
"A toast," Silvia said, and Neil stared at her strangely. "I got into this whole mess wasted off my ass and picking up some midget at a bar, and I'd be no happier than to do it all over again if I could go back. To the future of the Arcs and our allies, all of us no less than a hundred drinks away from some peace and quiet."
The room lit up with laughter and they drank. The dancing resuming, the chatter resuming as it had been before Nicholas had showed up.
"To the future, no matter what it brings,"Silvia whispered to Neil as they moved in the slow sway of a dance much calmerthan the storm that was coming from society's revelation of vampires
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There is a super short Questionnaire in the next chapter that asks about who you want to see in an adventure next! The world is so large that I have to split up our allies, so we won't see every character in full action in each book </3
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That is the conclusion of Dawn of Seasons! Thank you so much for everyone who has hung out till the end with our mage and vampire allies! I am always so excited to see all your reads and comments!
This is NOT the end however, merely a closing of the original arc.
If you're interested in continuing on in the Dusk world, please head over to the "Thanks for Reading" chapter for more info!
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