Valdimarr Part One
Esther lay on her bed face down. Tears poured onto the sheets. Valdimarr sat on the edge of her bed with a solemn expression on his face. She had been crying for hours and Valdimarr was at a loss of what to do. Females and tears were not his strong point. So he sat and waited. The sun was only a few hours away but, he would not leave her in this state. This was his fault. Had he told her the truth from the beginning her beloved sister might still be alive.
Beth Lancaster had suspected the truth and had gone to Ragnarr’s home to expose him. Ragnarr was of the old ways and never adapted to polite society. So it was no surprise to Valdimarr when he found Beth’s body torn to shreds. He would have taken care of Ragnarr then and there but, he’d made the mistake of bringing Esther with him. Esther collapsed and Valdimarr had taken her home. When she awoke she broke out in a screaming rage and now all the strength she had left she used to weep. Valdimarr’s heart was breaking in two. Ragnarr was not even sorry. Yet, Valdimarr could not expect him to be, after all, it was Esther’s sister who had broken into Ragnarr’s resting place. Valdimarr wondered if he would have done the same if awakened to a human above him in his resting place. Yet, he did not think that Beth deserved such a horrible fate.
And this night was to be the night he transformed Esther. Now he feared she would never accept such a fate, worse he feared she would hate him for what he was. At this moment, Valdimarr hated himself.
Ragnarr would have to pay for this. Valdimarr sighed in relief as he saw that Esther had finally fallen asleep. He cursed himself for not being able to be with her during the light of the sun. He would come with rising of the moon and give her the answers that she needed…even if that meant that she would hate him for the demon that he is.
Kissing her wet cheek, Valdimarr melted into the night air and soared through the last of the night sky.
Beth Lancaster had suspected the truth and had gone to Ragnarr’s home to expose him. Ragnarr was of the old ways and never adapted to polite society. So it was no surprise to Valdimarr when he found Beth’s body torn to shreds. He would have taken care of Ragnarr then and there but, he’d made the mistake of bringing Esther with him. Esther collapsed and Valdimarr had taken her home. When she awoke she broke out in a screaming rage and now all the strength she had left she used to weep. Valdimarr’s heart was breaking in two. Ragnarr was not even sorry. Yet, Valdimarr could not expect him to be, after all, it was Esther’s sister who had broken into Ragnarr’s resting place. Valdimarr wondered if he would have done the same if awakened to a human above him in his resting place. Yet, he did not think that Beth deserved such a horrible fate.
And this night was to be the night he transformed Esther. Now he feared she would never accept such a fate, worse he feared she would hate him for what he was. At this moment, Valdimarr hated himself.
Ragnarr would have to pay for this. Valdimarr sighed in relief as he saw that Esther had finally fallen asleep. He cursed himself for not being able to be with her during the light of the sun. He would come with rising of the moon and give her the answers that she needed…even if that meant that she would hate him for the demon that he is.
Kissing her wet cheek, Valdimarr melted into the night air and soared through the last of the night sky.
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