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Heike's body jolted, as if she had seen some frightful thing, and she stirred from her unconsciousness. On her back now (the flaring reignition of pain from the burns wounds clamping onto her attention) instead of on her stomach. She sat up. Looked with wide, horrified eyes until she saw the blonde-haired mercenary.
And that horror was reaffirmed with a single glance. The girl. Infected. Claws and eyes and pallor like Heike's own.
It should have been a simple matter, like it was with the man into whom Heike had thrown the trident smeared with her blood. She had slain him justly before he could turn, and, in that heightened situation, she or Szesh would have slain him anyway had she not thrown the trident; such was combat. She had been diligent, as she always had, for she knew the baleful danger her blood posed. Heike had resolved years ago, near the very beginning of her afflicted 'life' to never allow another vampire to be created on account of her blood.
And she failed.
Just as she had also failed in her duty to Reikhurst. Here, now, this mercenary who had been her enemy but who still was undeserving of this cruel fate, had been turned into one of the very monsters who sacked Heike's home.
Her hatred for vampires was beyond any rational measure. It was all Heike wanted ever since that day when she woke alone in the ashes of Reikhurst to slay one of the elusive creatures. To exact even by proxy some small pittance of revenge for her family, her city, her home.
But she could not. Not here. Her Oath of Justice and her Oath of Honor forbade it. Honor for the reasons of custody, and Justice for the manner in which the girl had become a vampire--through Heike's own negligence. It would be akin to a man's blunder causing his wife to die, the man blaming this accident on his neighbor, and then murdering his neighbor, should Heike kill the girl for the sole reason of being a vampire. It was Heike's fault.
This conflict ravaged Heike's thoughts and waged ceaseless war with her emotions and left her ruined in the moments following her waking.
And she lost all of her knightly composure.
Heike ignored Szesh and the strangeness of his metal scales and crawled over the bodies to be beside the blonde-haired mercenary. Sat on her heels and held out her hands but did not touch the girl, her hands hovering above the girl's shoulders and arms just beyond the reach of contact, as if Heike wanted desperately to hope that mere touch could reverse the crushing tragedy she had caused yet at the same time retaining a cold, arresting fear of what she might do if she did lay her hands on the girl.
Heike's tone was the last meek candle of staving off the smothering dark of night. "No, no, no, no, no, there's something, something, anything, there's a way, there's A WAY to fix this I know there is there has to be there just has to be for the love of home and hearth there's a way for this to be undone I swear it I swear I'll make this right I'll do it I can I will I can I will...oh gods..."
Heike slumped over onto her side. Not having fainted, like before.
Overwhelmed. Purely overwhelmed.
Her eyes still wide and piercing, perhaps, into another world.
Szesh Ferelith Scathach
And that horror was reaffirmed with a single glance. The girl. Infected. Claws and eyes and pallor like Heike's own.
It should have been a simple matter, like it was with the man into whom Heike had thrown the trident smeared with her blood. She had slain him justly before he could turn, and, in that heightened situation, she or Szesh would have slain him anyway had she not thrown the trident; such was combat. She had been diligent, as she always had, for she knew the baleful danger her blood posed. Heike had resolved years ago, near the very beginning of her afflicted 'life' to never allow another vampire to be created on account of her blood.
And she failed.
Just as she had also failed in her duty to Reikhurst. Here, now, this mercenary who had been her enemy but who still was undeserving of this cruel fate, had been turned into one of the very monsters who sacked Heike's home.
Her hatred for vampires was beyond any rational measure. It was all Heike wanted ever since that day when she woke alone in the ashes of Reikhurst to slay one of the elusive creatures. To exact even by proxy some small pittance of revenge for her family, her city, her home.
But she could not. Not here. Her Oath of Justice and her Oath of Honor forbade it. Honor for the reasons of custody, and Justice for the manner in which the girl had become a vampire--through Heike's own negligence. It would be akin to a man's blunder causing his wife to die, the man blaming this accident on his neighbor, and then murdering his neighbor, should Heike kill the girl for the sole reason of being a vampire. It was Heike's fault.
This conflict ravaged Heike's thoughts and waged ceaseless war with her emotions and left her ruined in the moments following her waking.
And she lost all of her knightly composure.
Heike ignored Szesh and the strangeness of his metal scales and crawled over the bodies to be beside the blonde-haired mercenary. Sat on her heels and held out her hands but did not touch the girl, her hands hovering above the girl's shoulders and arms just beyond the reach of contact, as if Heike wanted desperately to hope that mere touch could reverse the crushing tragedy she had caused yet at the same time retaining a cold, arresting fear of what she might do if she did lay her hands on the girl.
Heike's tone was the last meek candle of staving off the smothering dark of night. "No, no, no, no, no, there's something, something, anything, there's a way, there's A WAY to fix this I know there is there has to be there just has to be for the love of home and hearth there's a way for this to be undone I swear it I swear I'll make this right I'll do it I can I will I can I will...oh gods..."
Heike slumped over onto her side. Not having fainted, like before.
Overwhelmed. Purely overwhelmed.
Her eyes still wide and piercing, perhaps, into another world.
Szesh Ferelith Scathach