*Ainslee*
“I’m not thrilled to see you again either,” the thin, tall vampire says. I manage to toss the bow behind the door, but I’m pretty sure he’s already seen it.
He doesn’t seem to care, which is contrary to everything I’ve ever heard about vampires. I stand there, staring at him, trying to figure out what the fuck he’s doing here.
“Ainslee, invite our guest in.” My mother’s words are clipped as she is likely talking through a fake smile. That or she’s terrified. Maybe both.
“He’s tall,” Brock says. The vampire’s eyes flicker to my little brother, and I don’t like how he’s looking at him like he wants to chomp the child in half.
“Brock, Sinead, go into Mom and Dad’s room.” I turn and give them a pointed look, and they both know better than to argue. They meander in that direction, not disobeying but not in a rush to get out of the room with the strange new visitor either.
I remember my mother has asked me to invite him in, which I haven’t done yet, but it doesn’t matter. He’s coming inside anyway, so I step aside. Behind him stands another vampire, smaller, wearing what appears to be a guard’s uniform, though I’m not sure. I’ve had more up-close-and-personal contact with vampires today than in all my other years combined, but I don’t know all of their uniforms or who most of them are. The only one I might recognize if I saw him is the king.
The guard is carrying a large basket, and the moment he walks in, my mouth drops open, my eyes bulging. The container is practically overflowing with all kinds of scrumptious foods. The aroma of meat, cheese, and freshly baked bread hits my lungs, and my mouth begins to water. I have to close my mouth before I start to drool.
The first vampire says, “His Majesty sent this over to make up for the bread you dropped in the mud.” With that, he turns on his heel and heads toward the door while my mother is gasping for air, about to hyperventilate because she can’t believe what she’s just been presented with.
While I am thankful, I am also offended. “What?” I ask, following after him. “Hey, that’s not what happened,” I remind him. He’s walking way faster than I ever could. “Wait!”
He sighs, stopping in the road outside of my house, dropping his head back in exhaustion. “What?”
I catch up to him. “I didn’t drop it. He knocked it out of my hand, remember?” I don’t sound as angry now as I was before, which I want to pat myself on the back for. I’m not knocking heads together, just stating the fact.
He shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter. Why can’t you just graciously accept His Majesty’s gift and get on with your day, hmm?”
I don’t like the way his eyes narrow on me. They’re a glowing green, and it’s unsettling. But I’m so confused at this point, I continue to ask the question that’s been on the tip of my tongue since he first accused me of dropping the bread. “His Majesty who?” I repeat. “The king isn’t in town.”
He snickers, and again he’s wagging his head at me, like I’m some sort of an idiot. Fuck, maybe I am. “Go back into your little hut, eat the fucking food, and stop complaining all the time. I really don’t get you people.”
“You people?” My eyes bulge, and I’m ready to fight again. Goddess, he’s right. Why can’t I just go back inside. Say thank you, walk away. The other vampire, the guard, is standing near me, highly uncomfortable. This man waves him away, and I prepare myself to let my tongue lash him thoroughly. “Us people do an awful lot for you people, you know?”
He scoffs. “If you say so. Go away. Shoo fly, shoo.”
“We do.” He’s already starting to walk off again, but I move beside him. I’ll never keep up if he doesn’t slow down. He knows this, and despite me irritating the hell out of him, he’s now amused and wants to hear what I’ll say next, I presume. “We work in the mines to provide precious metals to make the weapons you use to destroy your enemies, even us.”
“We don’t need weapons to destroy you.” His fangs elongate, and I take a step back, wishing I could shift even a little bit so I could do that, too.
Swallowing hard, I continue down a path I shouldn’t be on. “That might be true now, but we used to be strong. Now, we’re all starving to death.”
“Then go get a job!” His arms flail in both directions, and I take another step back. He’s angry about this for reasons I don’t understand.
And misinformed.
That doesn’t stop him from continuing. “You whine and complain about not having enough to eat, about not being able to afford bread, or give more blood to buy it, but there’s work to be done. Go work on one of the farms or a ranch. Do something. Stop sitting around like a lazy little bitch.”
“What the fuck did you just call me?” Yes, it’s happened. For the second time this day, I’ve lost my ever-loving mind.
I hear Lenny say my name in the distance, but he’s not running toward me to drag me away from this crazy vampire this time, he’s keeping his distance. The logical part of my brain, which isn’t functioning at the moment, wouldn’t blame him if it had any control.
It doesn’t.
“We are not lazy! It’s your restrictions that prevent us from doing those things. Do you not even know your own laws? We want to work. We want to grow more food, to harvest it, turn it into the things we need to survive, but we’re not allowed to.” I realize then that he probably didn’t care about the bow because he doesn’t know it’s illegal for wolf shifters to have weapons of any kind. Anything more than a steak knife will get us arrested. Our own people will imprison us for breaking the vampires’ laws.
“You’re insane,” he tells me, turning away from me again.
“Yeah, maybe I am,” I agree. “But I know that my stepfather will work fifteen hours in the mines today, and for his hard work, he’ll be rewarded with one hundred thirty-five vlads, which is exactly enough for him to buy three loaves of bread. Once a week, he’s given meat and vegetables so he doesn’t die. That’s it. That’s what he survives on. Meanwhile, I give more blood than any creature should ever part with so that I can feed my family.”
“Why can’t your mother work?” He rolls his eyes.
“Did you not hear her coughing up a lung?” I shake my head. “Half the town is sick. No one can afford medicine, not that there is any, and there’s no doctor or healer, just the techs at the clinic where we give blood. So she continues to get worse every day. Let me guess. My baby sister should probably get a job, too.”
“I’m not going to waste another minute talking to you, filth.” He snarls at me and then lunges in my direction. I hurriedly back up, running into a brick wall that shouldn’t be there as he laughs and walks away.
I stare after him for a moment before it dawns on me that there can’t be a brick wall in the middle of the street. Slowly, I turn around and encounter yet another vampire.
But this one is smiling.
*Ainslee*Looking up into the grin of the vampire I’ve just run into, I take a deep breath. “Shit,” I mutter under my breath and take a step back.“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you,” he tells me, his glowing amber eyes disturbing. But he’s not smiling at me in a menacing way like that other asshole.“It’s okay.” I’m not sure what else to say. This guy was there earlier, and he’d seemed relatively nice, at least compared to that last guy.It’s not the vampire I’d been hoping for, though. Where the hell was the hot one?Not that I preferred to run into a vampire—hot or not. On any given day, I’d choose running into a vampire over nearly nothing. Maybe I’d prefer this to getting my foot stuck in a fire ant mound, if my foot was slathered in honey. But maybe not.“Can I speak to you for a moment?” His tone is polite as he folds his arms across his massive chest. This guy is the largest of all of them. That one who just walked away was tall and wiry. The other one, the one that had actually
*Rafe*“They’re just lazy, that’s all there is to it,” Kris says with a flourish of his hand and a shrug of his thin shoulders. “We need to whip them back into shape.”The carriage bumps along over uneven ground. The mechanics are top of the line, making it as smooth as possible, but the roads away from the area near the castle are not maintained like the roads I’m used to traveling, and it’s not comfortable.Not that I leave the castle much. Until King Axel declared that I would take over the throne for him, to me and a few of the other royals, not the entire kingdom yet, I rarely left the castle. Now, I find myself visiting a new village at least three times a week.But we are on our way back to the castle now. I’ve seen several smaller villages in one day before visiting Beoutown. That took longer than expected. While I’d sent Kris to fetch and deliver the food, Zeke had been off on his own errand, and I’d taken a walk through the woods. I’d wanted to visit Stone River, the site of
*Ainslee*Laughter spills from inside our house. I stand outside with my arms wrapped tightly around my body, watching the familiar forms of our neighbors’ pass between the candles lighting the small dwelling and the windows. A smile takes over my face. I can’t remember when I last heard that sound—laughter--but it makes me happy to know that, at least for one night, some of the people in the village here can find something to be joyful about.“Cold?” Lenny’s voice cuts through the darkness as he comes to stand next to me.“A little,” I admit. The two of us back further away from the house, finding shelter beneath our favorite pine tree. We’ve spent many hours sitting here together, discussing the fate of Beoutown and our fellow wolf shifters. I’m always cynical and pessimistic. My pragmatic friend often reminds me that things tend to work out for the best. I’m not sure I agree with that, but today I feel more hopeful than I have in years.Beyond the tree, the moonlight gleams on a cr
*Rafe*King Axel looks smaller than usual behind his desk, though I’m not sure why. His graying hair, long and thick despite its change in color, hangs loose around his shoulders. He leans back in his chair, listening to our reports, saying very little until we finish going over everything we’ve discovered while we were on our mission to collect data about the status of the wolf shifter villages.“I feel the only way to get some of these territories back under control is through a culling,” Kris is saying. “Leadership in several of them told us just that. I saw such unruly behavior, such blatant disrespect for the crown.” He shakes his head, clearly still irritated with what went on in Beoutown.“Disrespect for the crown?” King Axel doesn’t hesitate to speak up now. “In what way?”“Well, in one town, an insipid girl called Prince Rafe all sorts of horrible names and nearly attacked him in the streets just for bumping into her.” Kris exaggerates the story, and I find myself growing irr
*Ainslee*Two days after the incident with the vampires, I wake up feeling better than I have in a long time. Food makes a world of difference, and as I stretch and yawn, looking out the window at a still dark sky, the feeling of renewal has me looking at the world in a more positive light.It’s difficult to pull myself from bed without disturbing the littles, but I must. The trash has to be collected, and then, I need to go donate blood. We have a bit of food leftover from the basket the vampires dropped off, but not as much as I’d hoped. My mother didn’t do a very good job of hiding the unperishable items from the neighbors, so they ate a lot of the bread, fruit, and vegetables, besides the meats and cheeses we’d asked them to share with us. We have enough to last us a few more days if no one comes calling, begging for more from our gift. I’ll have to keep up with my usual schedule if I want to make sure that my family continues to eat, despite the unexpected gift we were given.I’d
*Rafe*King Axel is quite chatty tonight. He pauses in his description of the house he plans to move to in a few months to take another sip from his goblet. I nod and do the same. Every night this week, he’s gone into elaborate detail about his plans once he retires. While I don’t mind hearing them, there are only so many times I can tell him I’m ecstatic that he’s going to have more time to work in his gardens.His two daughters sit on either side of us with me across from him. We’re having an intimate dinner tonight, as we do several times a week. No advisors. No other nobles. Just the four of us. “The Royal Four,” as King Axel likes to call us. He is obviously the leader with the two princesses and I as the other ranking nobles. Sometimes I wonder why he chose me all those years ago to be his next in line. All he’s ever said is that he saw something in me, whatever that means.“Maybe you’ll meet another woman and have someone to share all of this with.” Sophia smiles prettily at he
*Ainslee*My fucking sock is wet.Again.It’s a chilly night, yet we are all standing outside of the mayor’s office on the lawn. Earlier in the day, the town criers had spread the word that there would be a village meeting this evening at sundown. Everyone is expected to be there. No one has any idea what the meeting is about, at least, not any idea with merit. A lot of rumors are whirling about town. I’ve heard everything from a murderer is on the lose to that a volunteer army is being formed because Warfang is about to attack us, but I don’t think any of that is true.I do have an idea why the mayor has called this meeting, and the idea of it has my stomach sitting like a rock in the bottom of my gut.Lenny stands about five feet from me, saying nothing. His family is huddled around, trying to keep warm, though their cloaks are in better shape than my family’s. Each of my parent is holding a little to keep them warm, our thin blankets wrapped around their bodies. I’d tried to take S
*Ainslee*My arms are sore. Every time I move one of them, it hurts. But I am home, sitting on the couch, drinking some warm water and nibbling one of the last pieces of bread.I shouldn’t be. My family will need it when I’m gone. Though, my stepfather did remind us all on the way home that anyone who has a family member chosen for the culling receives an extra 100 vlads per week as a gift from the king. That’s probably meant to provide plenty of food to make up for that person’s absence, but as I discussed with Zeke, that’s not the case in our village.“How are you?” Mom sits down next to me and lovingly strokes my hair. Standing outside in the damp weather has her coughing again. I should’ve insisted on holding Sinead, but my sister only wanted her. Now, Mom is not doing well, and I feel miserable.“I’m okay. I thought they were going to kill me,” I admit.She sighs. “You’ve got to watch that mouth of yours, my love. I know you come by it naturally. Your father was the same way. Bu