The Mother sat formally on the earthen bench within her cave. Her legs, though covered completely in her gown and cloak, crossed at the ankle. Around her, light shows played in the air- birds swooping among in and out of spring touched trees, a mountain cougar laying out at her feet and if one was not careful, they could easily become entranced by the sights and lose their wills forever.

A bird perched itself on her offered hand, its song silent as she pet it gently, as if afraid to harm the beautiful illusion. The bird's soft colored plumes ruffled in pleasure and a small smile touched her normally stern facade.

A moment of peace.

The cave itself was painted with runic scripts from countless cultures, most of their times long passed, a few forever lost to time.

An invisible breeze broke the calm air and the bird took flight from her fingertips to rejoin its brethren.

The Vampire King did not speak until she acknowledged him, knowing the Mother had no doubt sensed his entrance as he made his way further into the cave.

He was a massive figure, but the cave was wide and accommodating- perhaps once made to accommodate beings larger and taller than him. All males of his kind were intimidating, at least in comparison to mortal men- they had been built originally to breed war against one another, or at least that is what the stories of old had explained.

Since his ascension to the throne of his kind nearly two centuries ago he had cut down his time for waging war against others drastically- no now, now his mother would have been proud to see him struggle to bring peace to his kind.

Humans had abandoned hunting them for the most part, leaving them safe in the day while they were weakened, and Brigg had accomplished something no other Vampire King in his race's history had done- he had brought his race under one undeniable rule- his rule.

His mate would have been proud to see it all- she had dreamed of his success first as was her talent, she had believed in him long before he ever had and he hoped every day that she remained proud of him even a century and a half after her death while giving birth to their daughter.

His daughter was now grown and off with a family of her own- a new mate (who Brigg bregrudgingly admitted was suited for her) and soon their first child.

A grandchild.

Gods, he felt old just thinking about it.

Brigg felt uncomfortable in the robes he had donned to see the Mother, grimacing every time the fabric brushed his skin too much even as he approached the Mother, who had her back to him.

He bowed to her back, the only sounds in the air the sounds of their breaths and a trickling of water further back into the cavernous space.

"Come," She invited, "Sit."

She patted the bench to her left. Brigg nodded and did as she asked. It was not wise to argue with the elder being.

"It has come to my attention that a female has gone missing."

Brigg nodded, "Breonwyn, the daughter of Wilhelm."

"I assume that your Order is in search of the female."

"Yes." Brigg affirmed.

"Good. However there is something else that must be discussed."

The King quirked a brow, "And what is that, Mother?"

He turned to look directly at her, but it was like staring at the sun. Her features were made out of pure light- her long hair made out of yellow light as well as her skin, her stare a bright cutting white. He was glad that most of her slender form was covered by her clothing- he didn't think his only good eye could take looking at her directly for long.

He blinked and looked away.

"I believe you will soon find your Order joined with a handful of otherworldly beings, females primarily.

"New recruits? Females? Most females are not interested in our workings."

"These are not ordinary females." She stated softly on a near-sigh. The females that they would be awaiting were annoyances of hers, from her original life of sorts.

"I think you would find yourself to be quite foolish should you refuse them. Most of them are of the particularly chaotic sort. Some of them I am directly related to, some indirectly, and a few- not at all."


"I can not see their faces, nor can I hear their names."

"What do you mean related to?" Brigg asked, his eyes narrowing.

"They, I have been notified, are important, or have garnered the attention of my creators. My superiors, if you will."

"What do you mean, your creators?"

"My creators, as in the beings I was born of." The Mother stated dryly before coming to a stand, brushing her gloved hands down on her skirts.

"Be cautious, son of Tairn. If these women are related to my creators, then life will surely not be easy." She finished and in a flash of light, he was left alone all but for the cave and its paintings, the light shows departing with her.

"Well, fuck you too." He muttered to himself before standing and leaving the cave, more than ready to get out of the silken robes and back to his astonishingly boring paperwork.