"Love knows no reason, that is why, in its purest form, it is our savior, our only true Magic"1
(Marishka Shilian)2
Alessandra slipped down the hall, away from the sleeping presence of Manolito Devnire, and toward the presence that shouted "Father!" to her.3
The low murmur of voices drew her to a door.4
The wood was wearing smooth after years of rough hands shoving it open, dented where things had been thrown at it or where it had hit the wall or some other immovable obstical. 5
The design on the door it's self was eye catching though, some details were missing, smoothed over and faded into the wood, it in no way detracted from the superb craftsman ship put into the wood work.6
Wooden vines curving gently around the edge of the door, sprouting from the tip of an old oak tree. On the trunk of the tree a carving rested.7
A curved dagger created a half moon circle and a sun symol rested within the curve. Strange words encircled the carving.8
As she touched the door, the voices grew slightly clearer.9
"She will be alright with Manolito..." a deep voice whispered, the sound of a slight movement, sugested a slight nodding of the head.
Her fingers pushed the door open lightly.10
She jumped back when it swung open, the wood making a dull thump as it violently crashed into the wall in the other room.11
Several heads looked up, including her fathers, which lit up joyfully before he rose, almost running toward her, his arms held wide.12
Alessandra threw her self into his arms, her hands going around him and coming up to clutch at him just below his shoulders, her face buried in his chest.13
"My little one..." he whispered soothingly, holding her tightly. Calming her.14
The almost silent path of the brothers went unnoticed as father and daughter held onto each other, clinging like life lines to the other.15
It was only later that she realized with the Brothers leaving, did the scent's leave.16
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Manolito's eyes flicked open when ALessandra left the room. He listened to the almost deafening crash as a door hit a wall.18
Smiling as he realized she didn't quiet realize how strong she was now.19
Heard the soft whisper of her voice talking to her father, the soft sound of her sobs.20
His smile disappeared, his expression became melancholy.21
He never wanted this for her. 22
Would have done everything to prevent her becoming a vampire. A flash of rage lit inside his belly.23
She shouldn't have to deal with this, they should never have taken her.24
That was the way of the Dark One's though, they'd take innocents, turn them, well, try to anyway and use them against those who though against them.25
They used them like zombies. Toy soldiers for them to play with against the Brothers and Sisters, those warriors who were vampire, and fought against the darkness.26
The sound of silent footsteps approached his room, Edwards distinctive pace reached his ears.27
"Manolito?" Edward spoke, pushing the door opened then closed behind him.28
"Mano...there is something you should know..." he sighed.29
******30
Alessandra and her father jumped at the sound of an agonized roar echoing down the corridors. Alessandra leapt to her feet, followed closely by her father as she fled down the hall to Manolito.31
Feeling his grief, horror and pain.32
******33
Urian materalized in Manolito's room at the same time as Darius.34
He looked around to find Edward holding his brother close while he struggled against him, fighting to get away. Fighting to get to Alessandra.35
Looking into Edwards gaze he knew. 36
He had told Manolito.37
Alessandra crashed into the room and bolted toward Manolito, falling to her knees beside him. Her compassion reaching out to Manolito, she wrapped her arms around him.38
His arms wound around her, his thick black hair falling in a curtain to surround them, sheltering them from sight.39
His words, barely a whisper, reached the brothers ears.40
"I will never let you go. I will never let you die."41
The vow was fierce. Manolitos eyes flashed beneath the his hair.42
"Never."43
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and not just an effort I should say it is a lot of hard work writing and I am proud you have come this far with your story.
