My Bloody Revenge

After spending an entire night learning, exploring and hunting and also meeting shifters for the first time she ended up sleeping for three days straight. They had warned her about being weak in the beginning but never payed it much thought until Lydoran had to carry her home that is. When she woke and learned three days had passed, she got a bit surprised but didn't linger on it for too long. Other news captures her attention.

"You mean your blood father was here when we got back and is still here?" Lyra asks. "And I have been sleeping all this time?" she continues. Lydoran nods yes to every question rather amused. "Oh, my. What a wonderful first impression.” Chuckling she rubs her face. Lydoran scopes her up in his arms and places her on his lap so she straddles him. Softly he leaves feathery light kisses allover her neck then captures her lips in a deep kiss where he plays with her tongue. A little moan leaves her throat.

"Hungry, love?" he whispers against her lips."

"Starving."

Tilting his head, he invites her to drink from him, an offer that should never be declined, it's the ultimate display of affection. The ways of the vampires may seem strange to some but blood is their life source so to offer another one’s own blood is a sure way to show affection and others that they are taken. Lyra gets a bit turned on by his display and leans closer caressing his throat with her tongue loving how he shivers under her ministrations. She leaves little kisses around a certain area before slowly letting her fangs sink into him. Puncturing his skin, she withdraws and laps at the blood like a cat earning a lustful groan. Sucking gently, she keeps massaging the puncture wounds with her tongue.

"You're such a tease, my love..."

Lyra chuckles and pierces through his skin again but a little rougher this time and press herself flush against him as his hold on her tightens. Taking a few slurps to sate most of the hunger she then withdraws again. Licks both wounds clean so they can heal and plunges her tongue into his mouth sharing a very erotic kiss where both end up grinding at each other.

"Sorry to interrupt but I would love to meet the child" says a surprisingly dark and husky voice. Turning her head Lyra sees a rather statuesque man and he is impeccably dressed entirely in black with the most exquisite set of arctic blue eyes rimmed in black. Looks to be in his early thirties, honey blond hair and slightly tanned skin. Roughly the same height as Jaze and Lydoran. Pierced eyebrow and ears.

"Father." Lydoran greets calmly.

"It just keeps getting better and better.” Lyra mutters but not low enough for a raspy laughter echoes out in the room.

"Happy to see you are feeling better, little one. As you've probably guessed by now, I am Malarath." he offers a warm smile.

"Nice to meet you." she says slightly nervous.

"Don't be nervous, little one, I won't do any harm. I just wanted to meet and maybe get to know you. Is it alright if we sit down and talk for a while?"

The power she feels from him is overwhelming and to be honest, frightening. Taking a deep breath, she untangles herself from Lydoran and offers Malarath a seat. "You exude a whole lot of power so forgive my nervousness.”

"You are honestly admitting to be afraid of me?" Malarath asks stunned in surprise. "Interesting. Will you please leave us Lydhromorna? I wish to speak with her alone.” Without saying a word Lydoran offers an encouraging smile and leaves after giving her a tender kiss. "Where is he now?" Malarth asks Lyra.

"He is standing right outside the door.”

"And what is he telling you?"

"Not to be afraid, that you truly don't mean any harm.”

"Do you believe him?

"Without a question.” she says truthfully.

"Then ask him, nicely, to leave."

Lyra and Malarath is looking at one another in silence. He seems more amused than angered. There is a softness in his eyes.

"Where is he now?"

"Downstairs."

Another pause of silence between the two. Suddenly the heavy front door opens and closes with a soft thud. Retreating footsteps then silence once more.

"And now?" he asks again, eyeing her closely.

Lyra straightens her back. “Not here.” she says after a while. "I can sense him but only faintly. It's as if he is miles and miles away.” Searching further through their bond she gets flashes of images, trees, blank, then another image of a small path, more blank, then a fountain and back to nothing. Almost as some kind of static noise or bad reception. "Is he running into a town?" "Remarkable, absolutely amazing. You can see where he was going?"

"Only small glimpses or flashes really. I got three flashes in total but they were almost delayed as if having bad reception.” Not really knowing where he is doesn't sit right with her. Lyra gets a bit antsy and fidget in her seat.

"Can you talk to him?"

"He has some kind of wall up so no I can't. But he knows I'm trying to talk to him."

"This gets more and more interesting.” Malarath walks up to Lyra and takes her hands in his larger ones in a gentle hold. Leaning down so they end up at eye level he looks directly into her bright green eyes. She has no sense of time but they keep their eyes locked on one another and her body is getting more and more restless the longer he holds her. Suddenly he smiles but doesn't let go. Instead he moves closer, inch by inch until the tip of his nose brushes against hers. He's letting go when she ceases to fidget around but still has that secretive smile.

"Where is he now?"

Lyra has no time to answer before the door opens and Lydoran himself steps into the room and he doesn't look pleased but remains calm.

"Take a seat, djoghil."(son) Lydoran takes a seat and places Lyra in his lap with arms tightly snaked around her waist. The possessiveness makes Malarath smile proudly. "You two have a remarkable bond. Did you get flashes?"

"No. It was more like a picture slide. I saw you standing in front of Lyra holding her hands and then how you smiled. The whole time I felt uneasy, uncomfortable. It got worse when you started to move closer."

"I don't know how but you have have a true royals bond. You have the privilege of sharing mental images as well as feelings, thoughts and even strength, should either of you be in a life and death situation. The possessiveness is something else though. Vampires don't normally have that. Another thing, I do believe you two can reproduce as well.” Malarath looked beyond happy after sharing his thoughts and his eyes shine brightly. He is genuinely happy.

"Will we get in trouble for all this?" Lydoran voice his concern.

"You will not. I will be staying with you from now on. The whole family together at last. Now tell me, what was the real reason for wanting to turn her?"

"I wanted a family, wanted to stay with Lyd and Jaz forever. I also wanted to be stronger instead of weak and afraid all the time. I want revenge.” Lyra confesses bluntly. Upon seeing Malarath’s unspoken question she takes it upon herself to share her life's history with him.