Chapter One: The Kinslayer
“Oh yes, going to Mars was such a good idea. Kill this vampire who’d seen you in a vision hundreds of years ago . . .”
The dhampir known as D ignored the blathering coming out of his left hand. He would have clenched his fist to silence it, but he needed both hands to steer. Warning klaxons blared out around him as red lights flashed in the edges of his vision. He looked out the wide window and gritted his teeth as he attempted to pull up on the flight stick.
Clouds, blue sky, and sunlight were flashing through the shuttlecraft’s windshield. The ship was descending too fast, and D, despite his remarkable array of skills, wasn’t a pilot. Autopilot had gone out on reentry into the Earth’s atmosphere, and D had barely managed to keep the ship from burning up.
The alarms grew louder as the ship spun towards the ground. Red light engulfed the cockpit as D attempted to pull the throttle up. “We’re going to die. Horribly. In a crash,” the parasite in D’s left hand lamented.
D let go of the stick with his right hand and grabbed the blue amulet that he always wore around his neck. The fist-sized sapphire was cool against his palm as he jerked it free of the chain. Gold links shattered and sprayed upon the floor as the gem was pressed against the navigation system beside the control panel. It began to glow and flash various characters in it. There was a shrill whistle and blue lights flickered across the control panel.
“Autopilot reengaged,” an artificial female voice chimed throughout the cockpit. The descent smoothed and instead of pitching forward towards the ground, the flight evened out. D sat back in the pilot’s chair and closed his eyes for a moment.
The same falsely cheerful voice began to go through a landing checklist as D picked up the amulet from the control panel. He eyed the blue gem and closed his fingers around it, making a note that he was going to have to replace the chain. The voice from his left hand chimed in, “Look, we’re not going to die a horrible, flaming death today.”
D rose from the pilot’s chair to watch as the ship landed on the Frontier, clenching his left hand into a tight fist.
***
“You’re just going to leave the ship here?” Left Hand asked as the unlikely duo exited the craft.
D replied, “What else am I going to do with it?”
“I don’t know. Hide it? Made sure it was someplace other than the middle of a goddamn desert.”
D clinched his fist, silencing the parasite for the moment. Desert stretched on throughout his field of vision. The air seemed to waver in the heat at the edges of his vision. Without a mount to ride all he could do was walk until he found civilization. He kept his fist clenched, not wanting a lecture about not planning things through once they had gotten back to Earth from Mars.
According to the ship’s scanners, there was a small settlement ahead a good five miles away. The only issue was the sunlight blearing overhead. He adjusted his hat on his head and headed in the direction where the ship said the settlement was.
On Mars the sunlight hadn’t been a problem. Both the vampires there and he could be out in it without any ill effects. Which made the hunting there interesting, even though the image of Cecile’s tears as his sword ran her through in the ruddy light was currently the vision replaying over and over in his mind. As were the words that the prophetess said about finding his true purpose.
The parasite living in his hand seemed to know more than he let on but was being strangely unforthcoming about any answers.
You were his only success.
No, I was a science experiment of a madman, D thought to himself, a man trying to stop his people from dying out.
Maybe the Sacred Ancestor, knowing about the Nobility’s eventual decline, created D to be his Grim Reaper of his own kind. There were existential questions he had no answer to. He had plenty of pieces, but not ones to fit just right in the puzzle that was his existence. Back to Earth, back to finding the next target, he thought as weariness crept through his shoulders.
“What’s next?” Left Hand asked as they trudged through the sand together.
D answered, “Same thing as always.”
“Look, I know that gorgeous vampire got in your head on Mars. I don’t blame ya; she was a looker, and good god that perfume she wore.” The carbuncle gave a little chuckle. “However, we both know what your ‘true purpose’ is.”
“And what’s that?” D adjusted the weight of his knapsack on his shoulder as they walked.
The fingers of his left hand wiggled and D lifted his hand to his face. A small, malformed face appeared in his palm and looked at him with beady, black eyes. “To fix his mistakes.”
D let his hand fall back to his side as he continued to walk, heading towards human civilization once again.
***
The Stardust Inn was surprisingly pleasant compared to the rest of the town of Craven. It was run by a plump, matronly woman who had blushed furiously when D had requested a room. She checked up on him with clockwork frequency, seeing if he needed a meal or anything else. D had politely declined her hospitality other than the room and bathing facilities the inn had to offer.
He was currently sitting at a table in the inn’s dining room with a map spread across it. The next nearest town was Cronenburg, which was at least two days of a hard ride away. Cronenburg was also larger than Craven, which meant there was more of a likely time to find a new bounty to hunt.
D heard footsteps approaching and didn’t look up when a harsh male voice said, “Look, Lauren might be sweet on ya, but we don’t like your kind in our town.”
They were words that D had heard countless times in some iteration or another. He could hide his ears under his hat, but people could glean from just looking at him what he was. Then the suspicious whispers would start and then they would build to a head to the moment D was currently in now.
“I will be leaving your town tomorrow,” he said without looking up from the map.
The human slammed his hand down on the table beside the map. “You’ll be leaving it tonight, half-breed.”
D looked up at his antagonist. He was a young man in his early twenties with hair so short it was impossible to tell if it was brown or blond. He was dressed in typical ranch hand attire with a rifle resting across his back. And of course he came armed, D thought as he resisted the urge to go for his sword.
“Kevin, leave my guest alone!” D looked over at the bar to see the proprietress of the inn heading towards them. Her graying blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail at the nape of her neck, and she wore glasses over her brown eyes. She had her hands on her hips as she glared up at Kevin.
The young man rubbed the back of his neck and looked down. “Lauren, he’s a dhampir. They’re dangerous. They’re Nobility, and you know what Nobility does.”
“He paid a fair rate on his room. I don’t get many borders here so I’ll take my coin where I can get it!” Lauren poked Kevin’s chest.
Before D could say anything, the door to the inn swung open. Standing there was a petite young woman who reeked of magic. D felt the carbuncle begin to stir in his palm so he made a fist to keep it silent. The young woman had long, curly black hair that hit the middle of her back and icy blue eyes. She was dressed in a red bib shirt and blue jeans with a long, brown leather duster. He couldn’t see it when he looked at her directly, but from the corner of D’s eyes, he saw that her ears stood tapered into high points like a knife blade, poking up from the nest of curls.
She looked around the room and smiled when she saw D. She reached into her duster and pulled out a manila envelope. Then she walked over to D’s table and placed the envelope in front of him. She gave him a nod and a wink before turning on her heel and walking back out of the inn.
Lauren blinked owlishly and asked, “What in the world?”
“She was a looker,” Kevin said with a whistle.
D extended his left hand over it and whispered, “Is it trapped?”
“You smelled the magic on that girl too, didn’t you?” the parasite replied in a voice low enough that only D could hear it.
D answered, “Yes, and her ears were pointed.”
“Like yours?” Left Hand asked.
“No. Like knife points,” D answered.
He felt a jolt through his left arm and frowned. “Burn it,” the carbuncle said, “Don’t open it. Just burn the damned thing.”
Frowning, D opened the letter and pulled out a piece of parchment.
The handwriting was small and terse, but easy to read.
He read:
To the Vampire Hunter known as D:
The reason I am reaching out to a vampire hunter is obvious. I have reason to believe there is a vampire terrorizing my father’s territory, yet I have no concrete proof. Yet corpses drained of blood keep appearing.
I need help proving that there is another Noble haunting these lands and, most likely, will need them dispatched.
Please follow these coordinates:
57.3229N, 4.4244W
I do hope you can help me. We can discuss payment when you arrive; I do not trust sending you an advance due to the fact you’re currently in the Frontier and that my courier is traveling alone.
Or rather, I hope you do decide to help me.
Sincerely,
Bronach, the Kinslayer
D frowned at the letter, especially how the author had signed it as “Kinslayer”.
And mentioned “another Noble”, meaning that there’s more than one vampire in their region, D thought as he slid the letter back into the envelope. He stood from his seat and grabbed his map, carefully folding it enough for him to stash it into one of the pouches on his belt. He looked at Kevin.
“I am leaving tonight.” He looked at Lauren and offered her a nod. “Thank you for your hospitality.”
***
“You know where those coordinates were, right?” the carbuncle in D’s hand asked as they rode a brand-new cybernetic horse.
D spurred the horse faster with his spurs and leaned forward. A chill wind whipped at his hair as he rode and caressed his face. The moon hung low overhead, casting everything in a ghostly glow.
He answered, “Great Britain.”
“And you know what’s in Great Britain? The Fae, D. And you do not want to mess around with the Fair Folk.” D felt his left palm shudder against the reigns.
D replied, “We’ve fought pixies and the like before.”
“I’m talking about Faeries; beings that are so beautiful they’ll break your heart when you’re looking at them, and then you won’t care when they decide to rip it out. Or, even worse, how their blood is so addictive that a Noble would do anything to get another fix. They’re dangerous, and you know what they’d do to someone like you?”
D wrapped the reigns around his left palm, silencing the parasite there. There was the sound of spitting as the leather straps were pushed higher up his palm. Left Hand continued, “Well, you can kiss your precious virginity goodbye for one thing. Well, maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing . . .”
D resisted the urge to sigh and push his fingers into his palm. He kept riding, taking a moment to enjoy the night air against his face and hair. Mars had almost been stifling to him.
“You know, we’re a long way from there. You’re not going to ride the whole way there, are you?”
D shook his head and answered, “No. I’m planning to take a blimp there.”
“Remember what I was saying about not wanting to die in a fiery crash?” the parasite asked.
“You know it would take more than that to kill us.” D spurred the horse faster, riding into the night.
***
The blimp got D as far as Dunkirk. He had hired a boat to take him across to the island and planned to ride the rest of the way to the coordinates he had been given. Luckily, the blimp’s captain, for some extra coin, had accommodated his request to take his new cyborg horse with him.
As soon as he got onto British soil, it began to rain. It was a cold rain that would chill a man’s bones. Being what he was, it made him feel sluggish and cold, but he had suffered through worse. Even with his Left Hand complaining the entire time, D made good time to Lochland, once known as Scotland.
The coordinates lead him to a large lake. There were fishermen and taverns around it. A gray castle loomed beside it as well. Its stones seemed to shimmer when the light hit it just right, reminding him slightly of some of the homes the Nobility kept, but it lacked the technology the vampires favored. He remembered the scent of magic that the courier that had given him his message carried.
It smells like the air here, he thought as he stared at the vast, dark water stretching before him.
“Oy, are you here to hunt Nessies?” a low, masculine voice said from behind him. D turned his head to see an old man with a wrinkled face covered by a steel gray beard approaching. He wore a woolen cap and a heavy weatherproof coat. His right hand gripped a cane that helped him keep his balance as he approached.
D shook his head and answered, “I’m looking for someone.”
“There’s a lot of people around here, lad. You hav’ta be more specific.” The man’s voice had a lilting, sing-song quality to it. It wasn’t an accent that D was familiar with, but he reasoned it had to be one for the area.
D tilted his head as the rain beat down on his hat. “Bronach, the Kinslayer.”
The old man blinked before his wrinkled countenance broke out into a wide smile, showing several missing teeth. “You’re looking for Lady Bronach?”
Lady, well, knowing her gender will help find her, D thought as he felt his Left Hand begin to stir out of its slumber. He gripped the reins to keep it silent as he nodded. “She sent me a summons.”
“She’s our huntress, you know. She helps keep the Nessies in check. Also protects us from the things from the Sluagh that can run amuck.” The old man reached up with his left hand and tugged the cap down over his ears, nodding once the tips were properly covered.
D nodded, taking this information in. Even though he had no idea what a “Nessie” was. He had heard something vague about the Sluagh before, so he made a note to interrogate his hand once they were alone.
And it wouldn’t be the first time another hunter’s contacted me once they realized that they were in over their heads, he thought. He wondered how abrasive this hunter would be to him. Or would she attempt to throw herself into his arms, as others had in the past. Hoping that wouldn’t be the case was a futile exercise.
“Where can I find her?” D asked.
The old timer answered, “Well, if she’s not on a boat catching Nessies, she might be at the Benleva getting information, but she’s most likely with her da at Urquhart Castle.”
D gestured to the shimmering castle in the distance. “I take it that’s Urquhart Castle, then.”
“Right you are, balach bòidheach, but be careful. While Lady Bronach is a friend, there are things in that castle that would kill you with a kiss, or make you want to die in their arms.” He pointed his finger and waved it at D, squinting at him. D pulled a couple of gold coins out of his pouch and extended his hand towards the old man. The old man blinked and then smiled before taking them out of D’s hand. He gave D a tiny salute as D began to kick his mount into motion. “Good luck and thank ye kindly!” the old man called out as D began to ride towards the castle.