“Did you get tired of the cold Roldian?” Derium asked and took a seat next to Mylicous.
“I guess you can say that,” I said and looked up him.
He looked over at Yura and then back at me, “I can sense your blood in hers.”
“We are together, bound for life.” I said and took her hand.
“I’m happy for you,” he said and touched my shoulder, “That’s something I would never do.”
“Why not brother?” Mylicous asked.
“I grow tired of people, both woman and men, I grow tired of them. I don’t want to be bound to them, when I grow tired, I can leave. I have heard of other vampires living together, I can’t do it, I tried. I ended up killing them all.”
“Very savage,” I said.
Mylicious chuckled, “Derium, remember when we used to be savages?”
Derium got quiet a little bit, then spoke up, “Yes, I remember those nights, all the innocent lives we took. How many others I made and never taught, and they’d fall asleep before the sunrise and just burn up.”
“You being savages is the reason I was sent here,” I said.
“Did you really want to stay up there with Jehovah?” Derium asked.
I thought a minute, looked over at Yura and Mylicous, then answered, “No, I don’t, I’m glad you were savages.”
We talked, nicely, peacefully for the rest of the night, Derium left an hour before the sun came up. Yura and Mylicious fell asleep shortly after, I leaned back, stared at the stars and took in the air of Ireland. I let it fill up lungs, it was a cool air, there was a special scent to it, crisp, mossy. One would have to experience it, words don’t do it justice.
That morning Yura cooked a few rabbits up for Mylicious before he left. He gave me a tearful handshake and told me to keep my hatchet, axes and knife sharp at all times. Then, I watched him walk away. I looked back and Yura had tears in her eyes, I gave her a hug and kissed her forehead (I think I invented the forehead kiss).
“We will visit soon enough, let’s just get us a place going first, then we will go visit them all,” I said and squeezed her.
For the next few weeks Yura and I cut down trees, pounded down small rocks into dust, and gathered a few other supplies to build our first hut together. I made it forty-feet long by sixty-feet wide, it was roomy. I built a fireplace by framing it in with wood, coating a mixture of rock dust and water, then put bigger rocks to it. The rocks were mostly brown and grey, with a few red ones in there.
After a month, we had a place to live. We went from cooking outdoors to indoors, the furs we had in the Arctic, we used to lay down on. I wanted to build a forge after that but then I realized Mylicious was living ahead of his time. I never once thought about where he got his metal from, but he had an abundance of it. I done my best and made a little forge with what I had.
I took to shooting long distances. I started out at about fifty-yards and after a few short months, worked my way up to one-hundred yards. Shooting that far aided greatly in hunting.
While I practiced shooting, Yura would travel around, getting the flowers and herbs she liked and planted them around our hut. She also made a huge firepit for cooking outside in the warmer months, which she liked and the winters there weren’t bad. Even though we had dirt floors, she kept the hut clean of debris. She had her own little section in the hut devoted to making clothes, moccasins and jewelry. She used the hides from my animals and some of the furs and hung them upon the walls.
Things were going well for us, we tried to have children, it was proving more difficult than expected, but that all changed. She finally convinced me to let her go full werewolf on me. I can’t that I enjoyed it, but we were running out of options. Then, one late fall night, I was sitting by the fire after a successful hunt. Yura was in the hut and she came out, she had a something about her as she came out, a smile upon her face, a certain glow to her. She walked up to me, didn’t say anything and placed my hand upon her belly. I felt several heartbeats, three to be exact. My eyes widened and I looked up at Yura, she had tears of joy in her eyes. I stood up and we embraced for the longest time. I pulled away from her and looked her straight in the eyes.
“We finally did it!”
“We did, I was about ready to stop, I thought maybe the gods were upset with me,” she said and sniffled.
I hugged her again and we spent the night holding each other by the fire, until she fell asleep. I picked her up and carried her to our hut and gently, laid her down. I walked back out to the fire and waited for the sun to rise.
“It’s been awhile,” I heard a familiar, Arabic speaking voice say.
I turned around and there stood Lucifer, dressed in skintight, brown britches and tan vest, with no undershirt. He looked different somehow, more tan maybe, I didn’t say hello to him, I just cut straight to the chase.
“What do you want?” I asked, hatefully.
“Good to see you
