It took a week for the majority of the manor to thaw out. I now had my own wing where no one but the Pures intruded. There were no maids. They took my laundry to the maids. Brought my meals to me and returned my dirty dishes. Alaric had spent the last month going to the very edge of my icy broader and yelling for me. Apparently he was not doing too well. Too fucking bad.
I spent my days training with the Pures in fighting or reading books. I walked the halls and made sure there were no weak points in the ice. I found myself reverting back to a child. The Pures indulged me. They also gave Alaric updates on me. I'm sure they thought I didn't know about that but whatever. As long as he stayed out of my cage I was content.
"Hey Lincoln?" I asked him. My hair dangled to the floor from where I hung upside down from the couch.
"Yes, Mistress?" He smiled at me over the book that he was currently reading.
"What race are you?"
"War Elf."
"When are Elves full grown?"
"50."
I chocked on air and fell off the couch. "50? As in five tens?"
He laughed, "Yes."
"What are the average stats of a full grown Elf?"
"For born Elves the Average at adulthood is around 300. High Elves is 450."
"Lord Alaric told me the average for a Vampire is 200."
Von the fucking creep that he is appeared out of no where. "Yes and no. He likely assumed you had a Fledgling bloodline. From what I can tell you have never been a Fledgling. Vampires have a wide range of average stats based on Bloodline and Race."
"Higher Vampire, Lower Bloodline with Mid Purity? That mean anything to you?" I asked him.
"Purity?" He asked.
I shrugged. "That's what it says. Lower Vampire- Mid Purity. It used to say weak."
"Let's go," Lincoln said. He stood swiftly and held a hand out to me. I took it. "You should release your magic from this place while we are away."
I sighed and did so. It wasn't really my magic. It was a skill born from my rage. So long as I stayed away from Alaric,
Alaric yelled at me as he ran down the steps after us. "Aurora! Wait! We need to talk!"
The hell we do I thought as I slid into Ruby's saddle. He could have caught up to us. He was fast enough on his own. So why wasn't he catching up?
We made our way to Nefer's temple. It hadn't changed since the last time I was here. Although now all the Pures came out to greet me. Lincoln made me place my hand on Nefer's alter so they could look at my stats.
Race: Higher Vampire (Growing)
-Class: Saint (Locked), Lady (In Progress), Mistress of War (In Progress)
-Patron Gods: Nefer, Unknown
-Title: Blessed Child of XXXXX, Mistress of Blood, Beloved by the Gods, Only Daughter of Zenith and Everette NightLeaf, Mate of Umbriel Moonmyth, Beloved of Alaric Stella, Lady of Frost, Cold Child
-Blessing: Linguist, Magical Affinity, Tree Kissed, Blood of War, Kissed by Blood
-Consort: Umbriel Moonmyth (Potential), Alaric Stella (Affection- 30%)
-Conditions: None
-Bloodline: Lower Vampire- Mid Purity,(Lycan- Dormant), Elf (Dormat), Giant (Dormant)
-Specialty: Magic, Daggers
>Lvl: 6
>HP 1125/1125 >MP: 2000/2000
>STR: 105 >STM: 138
>INT: 102 >MAG: 98
>DEX: 115 >AGI: 120
>VIT: 103
-Racial Skills: Detect Blood, Bite, Drain, Regeneration, Night walker, Enhanced Senses, XXXX (LOCKED), XXXX (LOCKED)
-Skills: Scan, Thought Acceleration, Danger Sense, Magic (LVl 1), Regen, Enhanced growth, Hunt, Stalk, Blitz, Blood Magic, Weakness Finder, Charge, Tame, Skilled Actor, Icy Aura
-Unique Skills: Inventory, Calm Mind, Rooted, Bloodlust, Blood thrist, Berserk, Plunder, Parallel Body, XXXX (LOCKED), Cold Rage, Frost Domain
-Resistance: Pain Lvl 6, Blood loss Lvl 8, Impact Lvl 5, Poison Lvl 3, Exhaustion Lvl 9, Mental Lvl 9, Neausa Lvl 5
I found myself back before Nefer. One eyebrow was arched ad he stared me down. "You returned faster than I expected," he sounded bored.
"I have questions."
"Ask them," he leaned sideways and let one leg dangle over the edge of his chair.
At least one of us was making themselves comfortable. "Mistress of War? What kind of Class is that?"
"Mistress or Master of War is a Unique Class that varies from person to person. There are a lot of requirements to even unlock the Class as an option. The first, you must be a Vampire. Second, you have to be a higher Vampire. Third, you must be recognized by myself as the Mistress. A living extension of myself on the motal pane. Lastly..." he seemed intrigued as he looked me over now, "Lastly, you must have rage so deep and dark that only in the midst of War could anyone accept it."
My jaw clenched as I fought to keep it down. My rage. I had wanted to Alaric limb from limb. To bathe in his blood. To kill each and every person who had kept me in the dark. I shook myself mentally.
Vampire society was brutal to the unclaimed. Female or not. Born or turned. Unclaimed was free game. I could not afford to be free game.
"What does the Purity level on my Bloodline mean?"
Nefer rolled his eyes. "You are a Vampire. Not just any Vampire but a Vampire made by your traits and the will of multiple gods. You can be anything you want to be. Vampire is simply the race that suits you best. Being a Vampire gives you the most freedom for your future."
"What does that have to do with my Purity?"
"Have you looked at your Bloodline Quests?"
"I don't have any!" I snapped.
He seemed confused. "That can not be right."
"I haven't had any since Alaric! I didn't even know Purity could change until I started drinking down the Pures."
He stared at me. "Alaric's blood should have increased your blood purity enough by now to unlock you next quest."
"Alaric does not feed me. We barely co exist in the same manor now. I almost froze him to death."
He rolled his eyes, "Shouldn't you two be working out your problems?"
I felt my jaw tighten. "Let me out of here. I'm done with this." I threw my hands up.
That made him sit up and glare at me. "We are done when I saw we are done."
"Well then kill me!" I yelled at him. "Let me make myself very clear I will kill Alaric Stella before I Ever. DRINK. FROM. HIM. AGAIN."
The room shook with my words.
-Consort: Umbriel Moonmyth (Potential)
-Condition: Enraged
-Alaric Stella (Affection- 5%)
-Mate Bond with Alaric Stella broken.
-Pures will now dislike Alaric Stella due loss of status.
- God XXXX has taken notice.
-Mor has taken notice.
- Alerting Nefer to Select another Potential Vampire Mate. (The Council encourages Nefer to select better this time around.)
I felt my eyes widen. Nefer's own eyes widened. He stared at me in what could only be shock. Before I could blink I found myself back in the temple. I felt myself stumble back. Arms wrapped around me.
I looked at the Pures. "I wanna go home."
They looked sad at my words. Von was the one who had caught me.
I shook my head, "I wanna go home. To my Dads. To my brothers." To Umbriel.
Lincoln smoothed a hand over my hair. "Then we'll take you there." As we walked out of the alter room the temple was filled with activity. Lincoln stopped someone. "What's happening?"
"Pure Jasper is on his way here!" Who and what is Pure Jasper to cause everyone to panic like this? The Pures who came with me from the manor blanched. They moved. Their bodies picking me up and placing me in a chair before running around to help the others.
As soon as a humanoid form made its way down the steps all activities stopped. Heads bowed and I was left staring. Pure Jasper... this had to be him. I thought I was staring at Nefer in the flesh. Jasper could have been his twin and his eyes were locked on me.