Blogophilia 44.10 – Jamie Part 1
It’s time again for blogophilia, the fun blog group where martien gives participants prompts to use in their weekly blog. This week’s prompts are:
Before we delve into the new story, I have to share the newest computer/hard drive data news – they were able to repair/recover everything! Yes! So now I just have to sit back and wait for it to arrive in the mail, which should be within the week since the data only has a one week warranty on it…fingers crossed!
And now, on to Jamie:
Jamie opened his eyes in the dark. The soft creak of the ship filtered through the box he sheltered in. he concentrated, and soon could hear the slap of the ocean waves, the murmur of other passengers, even the scurry of the rats. If he tried, he knew he could smell their blood, but he didn’t want to. Not yet. Though he couldn’t see it, he could feel the sun’s presence outside – a sun that would burn him if the light touched his skin.
He shifted in the box and stretched his legs. Though vampires didn’t wake stiff or sore, even from cramped sleeping quarters, it didn’t mean they weren’t uncomfortable. For the millionth time he asked himself if the sea voyage was necessary. Couldn’t he have stayed where he was?
But he knew the answer: No. Not without killing Androu in his sleep. That his scheming, lying, back stabbing brother-in-law was still alive was a testament to his self-control. However, self-control only lasted so long, and his had run out with his blood debt.
It had been a surprise when Eagen had announced their freedom. They’d sat around the table, before the fire, an imitation of their mortal days when they’d eaten great meals and drank cherry stout by the mugful. Jamie’s eyes had wandered to Androu, seated at the head of the table, in the chair his father had so long occupied. Each time he saw him, he felt the anger rise, and murderous thoughts played through his mind. It was in the middle of one such fantasy that Eagan had stood up.
“Though in some ways I hate ter say it, ’tis been a long enough haul for ye, and yer debt has been paid now. Ya can stay or go as ya please. For myself, I plan to head further afield. I have enjoyed my time here, and though I know yer might be willin’ ter shelter me indefinitely, I feel the call of my ancestral home and plan ter spend some time there afore venturing out again.”
Caitrin and Androu had done the polite thing and asked Eagan to stay, but he’d declined. When the pleasantries were over, Jamie had stood, hand on his dirk. “And with the end of our blood debt is the end of my patience, Androu. I have tolerated your taking father’s place because, as the slave of another, I had no choice. With that yoke lifted, I am free to hate you as I choose.”
Caitrin had stood, eyes wide, mouth open to interject, but he’d waved her to silence.
“For the sake of my sister I will go and leave you alive. You can keep the lands, and the titles, all the things you wanted enough to stain yourself with my family’s blood. But know that should I ever lay eyes on you again, my sister will be left to mourn while hell opens its gates to welcome you.”
Androu hadn’t flinched, only looked back with those cold, steely eyes. “Aye, do as you see fit, Jamie. As our master said, yer welcome to go or stay as ya please.”
“Brother-“ Caitrin started, but Jamie didn’t wait for her to finish. He’d turned and stormed away, footsteps echoing over the cold stone floors towards his chambers. His bag was nearly packed when Caitlin appeared in the doorway, hands fluttering nervously.
“Jamie, you can’t mean ta leave us.”
“I can, and do.”
She stepped closer to lay her hand on his arm. “Truly? You are the only family I have left.”
He’d pulled away. “Whose fault is that? Speak to your husband, not me. I wasn’t the one who betrayed him to the cursed English, who watched him hang, who-” He broke off at the look of horror in her eyes. “I know you could do naught to stop him, or them, Caitrin, and so I hold no blame for you, but I will never forgive Androu, neither in this life or the next.”
“Forever is a long time, my brother. Never say never.”
“I say it, and mean it. No matter. I will be gone with the morrow and may I never see this place, or the faces that haunt it again.”
He saw the hurt in her eyes but did nothing to soften it. That she could remain Androu’s wife – nay even continue to love him – after what he’d done…what did that say of her?
He’d closed his bag, slapped his blue bonnet on his head, grabbed his traveling gear and left for the stables. Though he’d expected her to follow, it was Eagan he’d met as he readied the horse. The vampire gave him an affable smile. “You should not be so hard on yer sister, lad. The heart can forgive much when there is love in it.”
Jamie scoffed as he sung onto his horse. “Then she should be able to forgive me for never seeing her again. Travel well.”
And he’d ridden away into the night with no clear destination in mind, only the driving need to escape the memories and the guilt.
Had I but been there, such things would never have happened. I’d have slipped a blade between Androu’s ribs as he slept and all would have been well.
Or so he told himself.
Guess time! Though I never get them right…
- photobomb 2. hello! 3. trying to hang out with the cool kids 4. look at me! 5. don’t look at him. 6. Hello (is it me you’re looking for?) 7. Here I am! 8. One of these things is not like the other one… 9.odd man out 10. He’s adopted 11. I don’t know…I’m not good at these. 12. I need to borrow Jonathan’s voodoo set up. 13. oo ee oo aa aa, ting tang, walla walla bing bang 14. I guess that’s a witch doctor not voodoo. 15. Surprise! 16. Just posing in front of this penguin buffet! 17 look at all those snacks! 18. bet I can’t eat just one. 19. seals do eat penguins, right? 20. I’m too lazy to google.