Chapter 9
Fin leads the two to his house outside Heidelberg. The estate is expansive, stretching for over fifty acres. The mansion has four stories, with many windows, and a few glass-stained windows. Finvarra waves to the workers in the garden as they finish reaping the cabbage. On the top, many men armed with guns watch over them, prepared for an attack by werewolves if it occurs.
They enter the mansion and Mackenzie smiles. “It’s been a while since I’ve been here. It’s just like I remember Finvarra.” Fin smiles, “Of course, I’m set in my old age you know.” They lightly laugh as servants take their belongings to their rooms, and Jenos just looks around at everything.
All of the furniture is of Fifteenth Century origin. There are various paintings on the wall, mostly of a much younger looking Finvarra. There are a few paintings of Mackenzie as a child. Mac sees him looking at one painting of her, “Yes, I was a young child back then. Many things have changed in the world since then. There are fewer vampires, and more werewolves.”
Jenos looks at her, “Is that all you talk about Mac? You keep talking about werewolves, what is it with you and them?” Mackenzie growls at him. “Many things Mage, including the death of many fellow vampires, particularly my father.” Finvarra tries to calm her down, but she glares at him, so he stops trying.
“You may have lost your father, but so have I…to you. Even so, you don’t see me talking about killing you now do you?” Mackenzie glares at him. “You don’t understand Jenos, you don’t know what they did to him. They butchered him. There were twenty of them against my father. They had rushed him repeatedly. They slowly killed him, his wounds taking him away from me. He died, and I was unable to stop them from killing him.”
She shakes her fist at Jenos. “So don’t talk to me about not hating them” Jenos steps forward and takes her hand. “Alright, I won’t.” She looks at him confused “You’re not?” Jenos shakes his head. “No, why make you even angrier at me than you already are.”
Mackenzie looks at him, surprised by his statement. Finvarra clears his throat. “As interesting as this is getting, we need to get you ready in case an attack occurs soon. Come, the armory is this way.”
They walk down the hall and take the stairs down to the basement level. They hang a left into the armory. Finvarra and Mackenzie wait by the door, allowing Jenos to pick his weapons by himself.
Jenos walks out with little changes to what he used before. Two pistols in sheaths hanging low, two knifes in their sheaths around his ankles, a long sword in a sheath on his back, and the addition of a double barrel shotgun. “I didn’t notice any hacked down ones, so I’m going to need a saw.”
Finvarra glares at him. “Why are you going to ruin a perfectly good shotgun by hacking it apart?” Jenos smiles, “Because, a hacked down one is better suited for closer combat than a full length one, and that’s the range I need weapons at.” Finvarra shakes his head. “Fine, I’ll tell one of the servants to get you a handsaw.” He leads them back up to the first floor and then up to the second floor.
“Your room is exactly as you left it Mackenzie. I‘ll see you tonight.” She smiles and walks into her room. “Jenos, you will be staying down the hall.” He points down the hall, way, down the hall. “It’ll be the last door on the left. It’s only about twenty rooms down.” Jenos raises his right eyebrow, but walks down the hall to his room.
Outside, multiple pairs of yellow eyes watch the house, waiting for their prey to come out.
They enter the mansion and Mackenzie smiles. “It’s been a while since I’ve been here. It’s just like I remember Finvarra.” Fin smiles, “Of course, I’m set in my old age you know.” They lightly laugh as servants take their belongings to their rooms, and Jenos just looks around at everything.
All of the furniture is of Fifteenth Century origin. There are various paintings on the wall, mostly of a much younger looking Finvarra. There are a few paintings of Mackenzie as a child. Mac sees him looking at one painting of her, “Yes, I was a young child back then. Many things have changed in the world since then. There are fewer vampires, and more werewolves.”
Jenos looks at her, “Is that all you talk about Mac? You keep talking about werewolves, what is it with you and them?” Mackenzie growls at him. “Many things Mage, including the death of many fellow vampires, particularly my father.” Finvarra tries to calm her down, but she glares at him, so he stops trying.
“You may have lost your father, but so have I…to you. Even so, you don’t see me talking about killing you now do you?” Mackenzie glares at him. “You don’t understand Jenos, you don’t know what they did to him. They butchered him. There were twenty of them against my father. They had rushed him repeatedly. They slowly killed him, his wounds taking him away from me. He died, and I was unable to stop them from killing him.”
She shakes her fist at Jenos. “So don’t talk to me about not hating them” Jenos steps forward and takes her hand. “Alright, I won’t.” She looks at him confused “You’re not?” Jenos shakes his head. “No, why make you even angrier at me than you already are.”
Mackenzie looks at him, surprised by his statement. Finvarra clears his throat. “As interesting as this is getting, we need to get you ready in case an attack occurs soon. Come, the armory is this way.”
They walk down the hall and take the stairs down to the basement level. They hang a left into the armory. Finvarra and Mackenzie wait by the door, allowing Jenos to pick his weapons by himself.
Jenos walks out with little changes to what he used before. Two pistols in sheaths hanging low, two knifes in their sheaths around his ankles, a long sword in a sheath on his back, and the addition of a double barrel shotgun. “I didn’t notice any hacked down ones, so I’m going to need a saw.”
Finvarra glares at him. “Why are you going to ruin a perfectly good shotgun by hacking it apart?” Jenos smiles, “Because, a hacked down one is better suited for closer combat than a full length one, and that’s the range I need weapons at.” Finvarra shakes his head. “Fine, I’ll tell one of the servants to get you a handsaw.” He leads them back up to the first floor and then up to the second floor.
“Your room is exactly as you left it Mackenzie. I‘ll see you tonight.” She smiles and walks into her room. “Jenos, you will be staying down the hall.” He points down the hall, way, down the hall. “It’ll be the last door on the left. It’s only about twenty rooms down.” Jenos raises his right eyebrow, but walks down the hall to his room.
Outside, multiple pairs of yellow eyes watch the house, waiting for their prey to come out.
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