Forgotten Hollow, Castello di Vannucci
Amid the splendor of the Renaissance castle, once transported stone by stone from its original site in Florence, Italy to the misty, shadow-clad hills of Forgotten Hollow, the air was laden with anticipation. Gentle murmurs blended with the shuffle of shoes on stone and the whisper of garments, echoing through the grand hall of the castle, along with the soft sounds of Riordan’s wife Lavinia, a professional opera mezzo soprano, as she recited the medieval sounds of ‘Vergine Bella’, accompanied by Caitlin Grainger on the lute. The assembled crowd sought a respectful hush, yet whispers endured.
A ripple of hushed conversation swept through the onlookers as a procession of distinguished dignitaries made their entrance.
At the forefront was Grand Master Elder Count Cesare Vannucci, his dark brown hair tied back in the style of the Italian Renaissance, his authoritative presence demanding attention. His keen gaze, a reflection of his Italian and Irish roots, captivated the onlookers.
His nephew and chief aide, Riordan Hargrave, followed. Riordan’s longer hair was tied back, accentuating his striking features—an intriguing blend of his uncle Cesare, his mother Caterina, and his unknown Japanese father. Dressed sharply in an Edwardian-inspired dark, checkered suit jacket over a black shirt, with a vest and pocket watch chain peeking through, his polished air and intense eyes mirrored his steadfast loyalty and strategic acumen.
Accompanying them were the three formidable coven enforcers: Caelan, Connell, and Damon.
Caelan, the son of Cesare, towered with a disciplined demeanor. His long, dark hair, typically tied back, and the ancient English longsword he bore signified his mastery and deep historical ties.
Connell, Caelan’s son, had long, very light blonde hair and eyes of such a deep and strange blue, they often appeared purple. Inherited from his mother, Rhiannon, his ethereal appearance resembled that of an elf or fairy, rather than the typical dark image of a vampire.
Damon, Connell’s son, looked more like a Del Sol Valley surfer dude than a lethal vampire coven enforcer, with the warmth of his mother Emmy’s light blond hair and his grandfather’s grey eyes, so preternaturally light they appeared silver.
The coven enforcers, akin to knights within the vampire coven, were each exceptionally skilled and formidable vampires, trained in tracking and assassination. Once on a trail, they were relentless and usually lethal, unless Cesare decreed otherwise.
The enforcers were a fusion of medieval knight and obscure dark aesthetics, opting for dark leather armor rather than conventional metal. Their garments were exquisitely tailored, adorned with complex patterns and augmented with contemporary enhancements to boost both defense and agility. These components contributed a distinctive charm, mirroring their enduring elegance and deadly prowess. Dressed in these somber, formidable attires, they advanced with the exactitude and elegance of seasoned warriors, prepared to enforce the coven’s age-old edicts.
Seated to the side, in a place of honor, was Branwen Vannucci, Cesare’s wife, a vision of Welsh beauty. Her flowing, wavy black hair and sharp gaze from piercing blue eyes, set against her black dress, underscored her prominence and resolute support for her spouse. Caterina Dimitrescu, Cesare’s sister and ruler of Ravenwood, was seated close to Branwen, reflecting her high rank and importance. She held a significant place due to her role and kinship, maintaining a dignified presence, and she ruled over Ravenwood, which was part of Cesare’s kingdom. Rhiannon, Caelan’s wife, was seated among the noble spouses, reflecting her seniority and experience.
As the officials took their places, the anticipation in the hall grew. The air was thick with expectation as Count Cesare prepared to make his important announcements. The ancient rules and hierarchy were evident in the solemn arrangement of individuals, each playing their crucial role in the grand scheme of the vampire coven. In the audience stood the who’s who of the former and current vampire population. Some had been born as vampires or turned at some point, but unturned for a multitude of reasons, including past mortal government attempts to curtail things that shouldn’t exist. Just like many times in the past, these efforts had been to no avail, so the current governments of the world had entered into treaties with the occult. The ink on those was barely dry, so Cesare called the big town hall meeting.
As he stood there, Riordan subtly signaled to his wife and Caitlin. With practiced grace, the music dwindled as they quickly found their seats. A hush descended, and the tension became tangible. His voice, deep and resonant, sliced through the silence like a captivating spell. It was authoritative yet agreeable, reverberating with precise and almost theatrical articulation that instantly demanded respect and attention.
“Dear members of the coven, past and present. I have called you here tonight to cast your choices, hopefully for the final time. As the letters inviting you here tonight made very clear, this choice is an important one and should not be cast lightly, for it is meant to be final. There will be no further chances, turns, or unturns among the here present, barring very specific, complicated circumstances. Has everyone here present understood what that means?” he asked, his voice echoing with authority and an almost hypnotic quality that held everyone captive.
As the anticipation in the grand hall reached a crescendo, Count Cesare Vannucci’s voice, deep and resonant, filled the space. His words held an almost mesmerizing quality, commanding immediate respect and attention.
“I will now call everyone’s name, one by one, once yours is called you will stand and you will call out, clearly and loudly for all to hear, your choice: either Vampire or Mortal. Nothing else. Riordan will then record it, and all of us shall bear witness, as I seal it into action once all have been called.” He paused, letting his words echo through the hall, the weight of his announcement sinking in. “In the event that a change is requested, it too will be recorded but while all return home after the festivities following this meeting, you will then be escorted to the ceremony hall by my coven enforcers. Certain individuals will not be called tonight, as their positions in our society do not permit changes. This includes myself, my wife, my son, grandson, and great-grandson, as they are the coven enforcers, as well as my daughter, my daughter-in-law Rhiannon, Riordan and his wife Lavinia, and my dear sister Caterina. Also, tonight is not for the approval of new turns—only those who have been vampires or currently are, and wish to become mortal. Has everyone understood this?”
A resounding agreement roared through the masses, filling the hall with a palpable energy. “I will call the names out alphabetically, by last name and first. Please refrain from unnecessary commentary or banter, only call out your choice: either Vampire or Mortal. Has everyone understood this?”
More murmurs of agreement echoed through the hall. Satisfied, Cesare began. As he stood at the front, silence fell over the grand hall, and the tension was palpable. With a nod of approval, Cesare looked over at Riordan, who handed him a scroll, which he unrolled and glanced at. His deep, resonant voice echoed through the space, demanding attention with a pleasant, almost mesmerizing quality as he called out the first name.
“Barrett, Ava Louise, presently mortal. What decision will you make?”
“Mortal.”
“Barrett, Fallon, currently vampire. Your choice?”
“Vampire.”
“Barrett, Leon Theodore, mortal.”
“Mortal.”
“Very well. Cameron, Bianca, currently mortal, how do you choose?”
“Mortal, please.”
“All right. Who’s next? Oh God, may the Lord have mercy upon us all. Well, … Cameron, Blaine, current status: vampire. Blaine, I implore you, for all that is sacred, son, please make it swift.”
“Okay, okay, vampire all the way. But can I go take a leak real quick?”
“Are you being serious right now? What age are you, five?”
“Very serious. About to involuntarily turn into a sprinkler here, if you know what I mean. I can’t help what my bladder does, if it’s full, it’s full, that’s physics not ill will, all I know is I am standing here and about to piss myself.” Blaine shrugged, unimpressed.
“You’ve got to be kidding me! Alright, Ri, make a record of his decision so that Blaine can take a break. Off you go, son. Next up … we have Cameron, Briar Rose, currently mortal.”
“Actually, it’s Kershaw now. I should be listed under ‘K’,” Briar Rose corrected, a hint of frustration in her voice.
Cesare looked up, visibly irritated. “My instructions were clear. No discussion, Bri.”
“Yeah, no, I understand, and I apologize, but my name is listed incorrectly. If I provide information that isn’t current, it could be considered false pretenses. I’m just trying to ensure everything is accurate. And I am DEFINITELY Mrs. Kershaw now,” Briar Rose explained, as Cesare’s expression grew darker with each word. At that moment, her twin sister intervened.
“From a legal standpoint, she’s right. She shouldn’t enter any contracts with incorrect information. And I mean, deciding whether or not to have fangs and a whole new diet is kinda big and I would consider that a very binding contract,” Iris interjected, her tone that of a young lawyer.
“Mortal. Last thing I need on top of all I am trying to deal with is fangs now and that in a place like Chestnut…”
“BRI! Enough! Riordan, record the choice. All that nonsense for no change at all. Unbelievable. Next. Cameron, Chase, currently mortal.”
“Mortal.”
“Next, Cameron, Christian … wait a minute! Riordan!”
“I am sorry, I took over the list from Blaine. Me transitioning back into this role was last minute and I didn’t have the time to verify everything. I expected Blaine was capable of creating proper lists of mostly his own descendants.”
“You know better than to ever assume anything if Blaine is concerned. Well, we are not turning children. Never have, never will. Strike him off the list, please.”
“Wait please!” Connor called out. “Look, Great-Grandpa, Keke and I are asking to be turned, sorry, spoiler alert, and Chris is our son. If we get turned again, we want Christian to be a vamp eventually too. Not right now, obviously, but we want him on the short list once he reaches his teens. We talked to him about it and that is his wish. And his grandparents’ wish as well.”
This time Cesare leaned back, rubbing his temples, before looking up.
“Now that didn’t take long for the process to be derailed by a member of the Cameron clan. Look, Connor, can we, just once, get through anything related to vampirism involving you or your immediate family without these elaborate and unnecessary discussions? I am not turning children. He can apply or you can apply for him when he reaches his teens; not a second before that and you know it. And how do you even know he doesn’t still carry the spark? He was born to two vampires, so chances are high and I’d wager that is the case. We can test him at some later date, after all this is sorted out. Let’s not jumble up our tasks.”
“Yeah, sure, alright, thanks,” Connor said, his tone tinged with annoyance as he waved off the discussion, sharing a glance with his wife, Keira. Cesare, meanwhile, shook his head and turned his attention to the list.
“Next, we have Cameron, Coltrane, mort… — who in the world is Coltrane? There are many far-flung members of the Cameron lineage, yet I thought I had met them all by now.”
“Oops, just ignore that, Father. That’s our dog. Blaine must’ve snuck his name in while he was still in charge of the list. My apologies for that,” Scarlett called out with a blend of mirth and mortification in her voice, as Cesare facepalmed with a theatrical groan. The audience couldn’t contain their chuckles, a ripple of hushed laughter weaving through the room, until Blaine, who had meanwhile returned from the lavatory chimed up.
“What?! Why the drama? How’s this funny? He’s an exceptional pooch! Can you imagine the hours I spent coaching that furball to fetch the correct bottle from the bar cart during my poolside leisure? He kept bringing me stupid-ass wine, probably the shape of the bottle seemed easiest to carry or whatever, but now he’s got it down pat, only bring daddy the good booze. Besides, I can’t go through another George episode; you remember, my previous dog you refused to turn, and what happened? He aged and passed on!” Blaine vented on the brink of a sulk.
“You know, Blaine, I was not happy with you wiggling out from being my secretary, a position of great honor, but seeing all this, I am glad of it! Nonsense! I am not turning anything that is not on two legs and can speak.”
“Oh, Coltrane can! I can get him right quick and he’ll show you. He can walk like a butler and he can talk too. He can say ‘fuck.’ Well, almost, we’re still fine-tuning it.”
“Blaine! That is all I wish to hear out of you for tonight. I’d almost prefer you took another lavatory stop! You need a muzzle, my son!” Cesare ranted, shooting his daughter a glare that spoke volumes, but she only shrugged.
“Well, on with another Cameron. Looks like you are next then, Doctor Cameron, Connor, presently mortal. Just speak your choice without further commentary, please.”
“Vampire.”
“Fantastic. Next, we have O’Cavenaugh, Emmy, mor… wait a minute. Why is she on this? She’s the wife of one of my coven enforcers. She is one of our immediate neighbors! Riordan! Did you even glance over that list at all?!” Cesare shot Riordan a glare, who was frantically striking and scribbling around on some paper in front of him, while Emmy’s husband Connell spoke up.
“Grandfather, Emmy is …” was as far as he got, until Cesare silenced him. “Are you Emmy?! I was very clear, I asked one EMMY to speak! Your wife is still capable of conversation, is she not?!” Cesare’s rant was still echoing through the hall, when Emmy cleared her throat and in her soft, sweet voice said
“Because I remained mortal after the whole back and forth with the mortal government all those years ago, we kept it that way due to the children and the drama with my sister Esmée, her husband Michael, and then our eldest becoming pregnant right after high school—it was all such a mess. But I wish to become a vampire again. The girls have left home, our youngest is your newest coven enforcer, the grandson is in school, and all my family has moved to…” Emmy exclaimed.
“EMMY, dear heart, hold on. We can share personal family stories over coffee or a glass of wine another time. Alright, Riordan, schedule her for turning. Next we have, oh, your daughter, Connell and Emmy. So, O’Cavanaugh, Fiona, currently vampire, how do you choose?”
“Vampire.”
“Very well. Ah, now, we have nobility again. Duke Cameron, Gavin, currently mortal. Your Grace, what will you choose?”
“Mortal,” Gavin declared.
“Next Mrs. Cameron, Hailey, currently mortal.”
“Vampire, obviously since Gump already … never mind.”
Cesare shot her a glare but continued with her daughter. “Cameron, Iris Marie, mortal. No banter please, just your choice, young lady. And please, not another lecture on the legality of my actions, if you will.”
“Mortal.” Iris Marie exclaimed.
“Splendid. Ah, and more nobility. Lord Cameron, Jake, also mortal.”
“Mortal.” Jake chimed out from next to his father Gavin.
“Mortal it shall be. Cameron, Keira, currently mortal.”
“Oh, Vampire for sure!”
Cesare rolled his eyes but continued, his voice firmer.
“Now, Cameron, Liam, you’re up next, presently mortal, your choice, son.” Cesare said, his voice echoing.
“Vampire.”
“Ah, now that’s a pleasant surprise. Very well. Next is Lady Cameron, Maeverette, mortal.”
“Actually, it’s just Maeve now. I’ve legally changed it. And yes, I’ll stay mortal. I was gonna go with vamp, but well … then you meet this guy and ….oh right. Never mind. Just mortal.” Maeve said with determination.
Cesare grunted in displeasure but nodded at Riordan. “Have you noted the name change and her choice?”
“Indeed, I have.” Riordan affirmed with a nod.
“Ah, our songbird, once born right in this very castle. Cameron, Vivien, mortal—choose, my petal,” Cesare spoke to his eldest granddaughter, the erstwhile pop icon ViVa.
“Oh dear, Vampire please! Aging is just not for me. It’s a dreadful affair, especially under the scrutiny of the public. The aches and pains, the ever-increasing challenge to prevent changes and things from shifting on my body, I intended to remain mortal for my children’s sake, I know this won’t look good for my daughter the queen, nor my son with his law firm, but they’ll just have to live with it. We’re making it easy on them, Liam and I are moving in with my parents in the Del Sol Valley Mansion. If there’s a way, let it happen sooner rather than later. I’m ready to do it tonight, right now, if it’s feasible,” she exclaimed with a dramatic sigh, as Cesare looked on with a scowl.
Caelan, usually motionless and unemotional, couldn’t help but show a fleeting sign of relief and even joy. He shared a unique bond with his niece, Vivien, a connection that went beyond familial ties. A deep trust and friendship united them and always had, since the day she was born, Caelan being one of the first to ever hold the newborn, one of those rare instances where a vampire’s soulmate was not their spouse but someone they would never be romantic with, which was why Caelan’s wife Rhiannon, who loved him dearly, never minded the bond. Caelan, suffering from an affliction called loss of humanity, often found himself battling his ice-cold, killer instincts. Yet, with the love and support of his wife and Vivien, he had learned to control it.
“Thank you, Vivien, for this depiction on the downsides of human aging, but I am afraid you will have to deal with it for a little while longer, if you please. Moving on. Camore, Blythe, vampire.”
“Vampire.”
“Fantastic. Camore, Cai, also presently mortal.”
“Yeah, Vampire. I mean, I am seriously gonna miss tanning, I am from Sulani and have Sulani heritage and ….”
“What you have is no concept of instructions. Aren’t you a lawyer, son? Do you interrupt the judges with your idle banter as well?”
“No Sir. Sorry.”
“At least you’re polite. Next we have your twin sister, Camore, Zoe, mortal.” Cesare called out, but someone else responded. Blythe, Zoe and Cai’s mother.
“Umm, I am sorry, me again, my daughter cannot be here. And her last name has been Rinaldi for a while now.” Blythe called out, annoyed Cesare looked at her, then Riordan. “Don’t look at me, Cesare, that was still under Blaine’s watch, before you called me out of retirement. I just took this over a few days ago and haven’t had a chance to check everything Blaine messed up, trust me, there was quite a lot. I’ll adjust Bri’s, Maeve and Zoe’s names, but I couldn’t fix this list in time and have all invitations out in time on such short notice. I am a vampire, not a magician. My sincere apologies to all,” Riordan shot back.
Cesare looked beyond annoyed. “Fine, fine, we shall make do. Blythe, your daughter, by any name, why is she not here? This meeting is mandatory to all who currently are or have been vampires in the past. How much clearer could it have been?”
“She is the Princess of Tartosa, Grandfather, not a soccer mom! It is impossible for her to come to these things, unless you want security and royal guards everywhere. Plus, she is … there is a chance that … anyway. Her choice is 100% mortal. She can’t be turned now, nor does she wish to be. She asked me to speak on her behalf.”
“Oh? I was under the impression that she has completed her 18th year of life quite some time ago. This is highly irregular and rude! Even for, or maybe especially for a royal!”
“I apologize for it. As a member of the royal family, she can’t just come here. It’s impossible. Plus, medically, she might not be able to be turned anyway, if you catch my drift. We are not sure but suspect … you know.” Blythe smiled apologetically.
“Father …!” Scarlett now chimed up, in protective mother-mode, so Cesare sighed.
“I see. A suspected pregnancy would prevent her from being turned anyway. However, Gavin and Jake are here, they are members of the aristocracy too and managed. She should have at least made the attempt to heed my request for the final time, as this meeting also absolves all those who chose mortality from ever having to grace me with their presence again, unless it is a social call. Just one single summons should have been in the realm of possibilities, no?” Cesare insisted, when now Gavin spoke up.
“Grandfather, it is very different. Blythe is correct, there is no way Zoe could come here.” Gavin called out. “My wife is best friends with the Queen of Henfordshire and AG can’t just travel at her leisure whenever she pleases, let alone could she go anywhere without a huge entourage, especially not after her daughter had been kidnapped some months back. That has put all royal houses on highest alert, and they can’t even proverbially walk to the mailbox now without a security detail. I doubt you’d want that here.”
“No, most certainly not. Very well then, it has been acknowledged and recorded. Next we have our Grainger, Caitlin, vampire.”
“Vampire.”
“Superb, that is what I like to hear. And the matching husband, Grainger, Heath, vampire.”
“Vampire.”
“Yes, I expected as much, wonderful. And one of your twins. Good grief boys, you are grown men and fathers now and I still can’t tell you apart. Grainger, Noah, mortal, whichever one you are, how to you plead.”
“Vampire. I need it, with triplet toddlers. Tired and exhausted is a permanent state for me now!”
“Noah, nobody needs to hear your reasoning, just say one way or another. I speak, for this is MY meeting, and I am supposed to. But you all do not. Next, Grainger, Nolan, currently mortal. I know you have a son, I have raised children myself, I know they are exhausting. Your choice.”
“Vampire.”
“Good, good. Next is ah, Riordan’s son, Mr. Hargrave, Colton, mortal.”
“Mortal.”
“Ah, how about that. And the young Mr. Hargrave, Jasper, mortal. Kid, I know you like to talk, please don’t. Your choice?”
“Vampire.” Jasper said.
Iris Marie stepped out of line, nudging him so forcefully he stumbled. “What are you doing, Jas?! What do you mean, ‘Vampire’? We agreed, you fool. All three of us stay mortal!”
“Yeah, Jas, what’s going on!? Iris and I already picked!” Bri nudged him as well, and he caught himself, retorting at Iris.
“Well, you dismissed me when I had some ideas, then you said to do whatever I want. Acting is tough. I need every advantage I can get. If I don’t need sleep, I can ace every single audition. And deal with dad’s stupid-ass rental property. Investment piece, my ass. Nightmare is what that is, which asylum did you find all your renters at?!” Jasper ranted.
“Alright, change mine to vampire as well, please.” Iris decided, but her twin sister Bri shoved her.
“Hey! You guys can’t do that! You can’t turn into vamps while I’m left decaying here without you? Iris, you’re my twin, you betrayer! And you, Jas, you’re like a brother to me. What are we doing?! I can’t just become a vamp now, and you know what Jackson will say if I tell him I need to take a dirt nap for a few weeks to grow fangs?! Plus, look at me, I still have so much of that baby weight, NO WAY am I getting turned with my ass this wide!”
“Right, Bri’s correct! I have a caseload; I can’t afford time off now, or I’ll be job hunting! With fangs. Cesare, Jasper chooses mortality! Riordan, write that down!” Iris Marie ordered.
“No, don’t! We were all born as vamps, just natural that we live as such. Forever. And young forever. You heard Vivien, aging sucks.” Jasper frowned deeply.
Cesare then slammed his fists onto his desk.
“ENOUGH! I’ve reached my limit! What do you think this is, a spa visit, where you get to request the therapist of your choice!? Obviously will I take care of the majority of turns myself, as I am the most experienced and my coven enforcers have other tasks, as does Riordan and I am not going to ask the lovely ladies to do all that, especially since none of them have experience with turning, except Scarlett but that is an entirely different sore subject. Now, please let’s keep this civilized. Make a choice and stick with it. You all have one last chance to reconsider your choices! ONE! After that, you’re committed, so decide now, or I’ll decide for you! You have tried my patience enough now!”
“May we have a moment to discuss this among ourselves?” Hailey inquired.
“NO! No, you may not, Hailey. You had an entire week since receipt of the letters, you won’t have another moment. CHOOSE!” Cesare barked angrily.
“That is not legal! You cannot force people into committing under duress and …” Iris chimed up, flustered.
“IRIS MARIE! ENOUGH out of you! We are not in a courtroom, or if we are, it is MY courtroom. I get to decide here. You all received the letters well in advance, you ALL had time to discuss and think about it. Choices, NOW!”
“Guys?” Hailey surveyed her family.
“Mom, I seriously can’t do it. I just can’t handle fangs right now and what you do think Jackson would tell me. No way, sorry,” Briar Rose declared, shaking her head.
“Alright, I’ll be mortal. That is, if Iris doesn’t change her mind. Put me down for whatever Bri and Iris choose,” Jasper sighed.
“Yes, mortal for both Jasper and me, too. Sorry but no way,” Iris confirmed.
“Gump, what’s our plan?” Hailey asked, turning to Chase, who glanced at his best friend Colton and then at Maddie, both looking to him for a decision. “Fantastic, I’m the one to decide now, even when our own kids can’t agree? Really, Patches?” he said, visibly uneasy. His eyes then sought his mother, Scarlett. “Mom? Help!”
Standing with a determined look, Scarlett announced with a firm tone, “Riordan, please note the following: Mortal for Chase, Hailey, Colton, Maddie, Connor, and Keira, Jasper, Iris Marie, and Briar Rose. Now, you can all hold me accountable when you regret your decisions. Which, we all know you will. However, turning is still an option in future, unturning won’t be.”
“Spoken like a true leader. Thank you, Scarlett, this was getting painful. Does everyone concur?” Riordan scanned the room, met with nods of agreement. With a deep sigh, Cesare looked at the scroll again.
“Oh, sticking with the Hargraves, even the former ones. Miss Annaleigh McCoy, Riordan and Lavinia’s precious daughter and sister to Colton. Hope you are not as indecisive as your dear brother?”
“Not at all. Vampire for me.”
“Splendid. And now your husband. McCoy, KC, currently mortal. How do you choose?”
“Vampire.” he said, with a clear side-glance at Caitlin Grainger, his former love interest, which didn’t go unnoticed by her husband Heath, luckily a pacifist, who only rolled his eyes.
“Excellent, thank you. Next, we have Lucian Petrescu, vampire.”
“Vampire,” Lucian affirmed.
“And last, but certainly not least, my dear niece, Valeria. Her siblings are vampire and father have only ever been vampire, unable to get away from a prior obligations, their choices were noted, their mother, my dear sister Caterina is among vampires not called tonight, myself included, as we all are barred from being anything other than vampires as will you all be who made their choices tonight. So, as the final choice, Lady Valeria, currently vampire, how do you choose?”
“Vampire.” she said with determination.
Cesare stood tall, his presence commanding attention and respect. His deep, resonant voice echoed through the grand hall, imbuing the air with a sense of ancient ritual and gravitas.
“Hear ye, members of our coven, both past and present. We have traversed the path of decisions and now stand on the precipice of transformation. Those who have chosen to be turned, step forward now. You will be accompanied to the ritual chambers by my coven enforcers for further preparation once this meeting has been adjourned. By fortune’s grace, we have no requests for unturning tonight, as I hold little affection for that solemn rite.
Once this rite is concluded and you have all regained your strength, petitions for new turns shall be entertained. There will be no deliberations or dalliance; all requests for turning require my prior sanction and must be steeped in reason. We shall not indulge the whims of enamored vampires seeking to bind their fleeting fancies to eternal fate, nor shall we entertain lamentations of those wishing to renounce their immortality for trivial pursuits. I will not hear reasons such as someone missing the ability to enjoy food properly or tanning or such inconsequential nonsense and you all know that immortality brings with it loss of loved ones. For us, it is a fact of life you are all fully aware of. It is time we embrace our identity as vampires, fanged creatures of the shadows, with dignity and pride.
Riordan, if you would, recite the names and choices once more. My oration should have afforded you ample time to prepare the decree.”
Riordan stepped forward, his voice clear and authoritative. “If it pleases you, Milord. Hear ye, hear ye, be it resolved that the individuals present here have chosen as follows:
Barrett, Ava Louise-Mortal
Barrett, Fallon-Vampire
Barrett, Leon Theodore-Mortal
Cameron, Lady Bianca-Mortal
Cameron, Blaine-Vampire
Cameron, Chase-Mortal
Cameron, Connor-Mortal
Cameron, Emmy-Vampire
Cameron, Fiona-Vampire
Cameron, Lord Gavin-Mortal
Cameron, Hailey-Mortal
Cameron, Iris Marie-Mortal
Cameron, Lord Jake-Mortal
Cameron, Keira-Mortal
Cameron, Liam-Vampire
Cameron, Lady Maeve-Mortal
Cameron, Vivien-Vampire
Camore, Blythe-Vampire
Camore, Cai-Mortal
Grainger, Caitlin-Vampire
Grainger, Heath-Vampire
Grainger, Noah-Vampire
Grainger, Nolan-Vampire
Hargrave, Colton-Mortal
Hargrave, Jasper-Mortal
Hargrave, Madilyn-Mortal
Kershaw, Briar Rose-Mortal
McCoy, Annaleigh-Vampire
McCoy, KC-Vampire
Petrescu, Lucian-Vampire
Her Royal Majesty Princess Rinaldi, Zoe-Mortal-in absentia, remain through proxy of her mother Blythe
Romanescu, Lady Valeria-Vampire
Those who have chosen to turn or return to the vampiric lifestyle will join those already existing as such, who shall remain unlisted, for those are many.
In attendance bearing witness to the choices were His Excellency, Our Grand Master Elder Count Cesare Vannucci, Her Esteemed Majesty, his wife Branwen, Her Most Gracious Highness, their daughter Scarlett, His Esteemed Highness, their son Caelan, Her Gracious Ladyship, Caelan’s wife Rhiannon, their son His Noble Lordship Connell, along with myself and my dear wife, the Most Noble Lady Lavinia.
This assembly does not represent the entirety of our coven; some unlisted members remain steadfast in their roles, thus exempt from change, while others will soon await their turning for the first time, petitioning for the honor of transformation and acceptance into our fold. More will join, and our numbers will grow in the future. Let this decree serve as notice that the decisions made today are final and binding. As the shadows grow longer, so too do our destinies intertwine. Thus, it is decreed, and so it shall be.”
In unison, the audience replied with reverence, “As it is decreed, so shall it be.”
“Now let’s all go to the fest halls and celebrate our vampire renaissance with music, dance and wine flowing freely. May our community grow and prosper, as we move in the shadows but shine brighter than ever before.”
Amidst the grandeur of the ancient hall, now resonant with the haunting melodies of the hurdy-gurdy and lute, Count Cesare Vannucci lifted his hands, his voice booming and authoritative:
“Brothers and sisters, this evening we revel in a triumphant return to our origins. Our coven is rejuvenated, our ties fortified by the decisions taken in this hall. As we reclaim our authentic nature, let us proceed to the fest halls to commemorate the revival of our lineage. May our community flourish and thrive, our solidarity intact, as we glide through the shadows yet outshine all. To the everlasting coven, and to our enduring prosperity!”
A chorus of concurrence thundered through the room. The fest halls quickly brimmed with medieval tunes, applause, and dance. Candlelight danced on the stone walls, casting a magical luminescence on tapestries that portrayed epic battles and bygone banquets. The atmosphere was electric with chuckles and melodies as the attendees, adorned in their regal attire, reveled with zeal.
Cesare, observing with deep contentment, took in the sight of his kin indulging in their legacy. The vision of vampires, young and seasoned alike, delighting in the merriment, warmed his age-old heart.
Riordan, with a contented grin, approached and hoisted his goblet in a salute. “A resounding triumph, Uncle,” he declared, his voice radiating pride. Cesare, his gaze alight with an uncommon blend of pride and aspiration, tapped his goblet to Riordan’s. “Verily, Riordan. This marks the commencement of our vampire renaissance. May it herald a more luminous epoch for our race,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on the spectacle of jubilation and unity before them.
Side by side, they stood in silent homage to the future, as the symphony of laughter and festivity stretched into the night.
Accompanying them were the three formidable coven enforcers: Caelan, Connell, and Damon.
Caelan, the son of Cesare, towered with a disciplined demeanor. His long, dark hair, typically tied back, and the ancient English longsword he bore signified his mastery and deep historical ties.
Connell, Caelan’s son, had long, very light blonde hair and eyes of such a deep and strange blue, they often appeared purple. Inherited from his mother, Rhiannon, his ethereal appearance resembled that of an elf or fairy, rather than the typical dark image of a vampire.
Damon, Connell’s son, looked more like a Del Sol Valley surfer dude than a lethal vampire coven enforcer, with the warmth of his mother Emmy’s light blond hair and his grandfather’s grey eyes, so preternaturally light they appeared silver.
The coven enforcers, akin to knights within the vampire coven, were each exceptionally skilled and formidable vampires, trained in tracking and assassination. Once on a trail, they were relentless and usually lethal, unless Cesare decreed otherwise.
The enforcers were a fusion of medieval knight and obscure dark aesthetics, opting for dark leather armor rather than conventional metal. Their garments were exquisitely tailored, adorned with complex patterns and augmented with contemporary enhancements to boost both defense and agility. These components contributed a distinctive charm, mirroring their enduring elegance and deadly prowess. Dressed in these somber, formidable attires, they advanced with the exactitude and elegance of seasoned warriors, prepared to enforce the coven’s age-old edicts.
Seated to the side, in a place of honor, was Branwen Vannucci, Cesare’s wife, a vision of Welsh beauty. Her flowing, wavy black hair and sharp gaze from piercing blue eyes, set against her black dress, underscored her prominence and resolute support for her spouse. Caterina Dimitrescu, Cesare’s sister and ruler of Ravenwood, was seated close to Branwen, reflecting her high rank and importance. She held a significant place due to her role and kinship, maintaining a dignified presence, and she ruled over Ravenwood, which was part of Cesare’s kingdom. Rhiannon, Caelan’s wife, was seated among the noble spouses, reflecting her seniority and experience.
As the officials took their places, the anticipation in the hall grew. The air was thick with expectation as Count Cesare prepared to make his important announcements. The ancient rules and hierarchy were evident in the solemn arrangement of individuals, each playing their crucial role in the grand scheme of the vampire coven. In the audience stood the who’s who of the former and current vampire population. Some had been born as vampires or turned at some point, but unturned for a multitude of reasons, including past mortal government attempts to curtail things that shouldn’t exist. Just like many times in the past, these efforts had been to no avail, so the current governments of the world had entered into treaties with the occult. The ink on those was barely dry, so Cesare called the big town hall meeting.
As he stood there, Riordan subtly signaled to his wife and Caitlin. With practiced grace, the music dwindled as they quickly found their seats. A hush descended, and the tension became tangible. His voice, deep and resonant, sliced through the silence like a captivating spell. It was authoritative yet agreeable, reverberating with precise and almost theatrical articulation that instantly demanded respect and attention.
“Dear members of the coven, past and present. I have called you here tonight to cast your choices, hopefully for the final time. As the letters inviting you here tonight made very clear, this choice is an important one and should not be cast lightly, for it is meant to be final. There will be no further chances, turns, or unturns among the here present, barring very specific, complicated circumstances. Has everyone here present understood what that means?” he asked, his voice echoing with authority and an almost hypnotic quality that held everyone captive.
As the anticipation in the grand hall reached a crescendo, Count Cesare Vannucci’s voice, deep and resonant, filled the space. His words held an almost mesmerizing quality, commanding immediate respect and attention.
“I will now call everyone’s name, one by one, once yours is called you will stand and you will call out, clearly and loudly for all to hear, your choice: either Vampire or Mortal. Nothing else. Riordan will then record it, and all of us shall bear witness, as I seal it into action once all have been called.” He paused, letting his words echo through the hall, the weight of his announcement sinking in. “In the event that a change is requested, it too will be recorded but while all return home after the festivities following this meeting, you will then be escorted to the ceremony hall by my coven enforcers. Certain individuals will not be called tonight, as their positions in our society do not permit changes. This includes myself, my wife, my son, grandson, and great-grandson, as they are the coven enforcers, as well as my daughter, my daughter-in-law Rhiannon, Riordan and his wife Lavinia, and my dear sister Caterina. Also, tonight is not for the approval of new turns—only those who have been vampires or currently are, and wish to become mortal. Has everyone understood this?”
A resounding agreement roared through the masses, filling the hall with a palpable energy. “I will call the names out alphabetically, by last name and first. Please refrain from unnecessary commentary or banter, only call out your choice: either Vampire or Mortal. Has everyone understood this?”
More murmurs of agreement echoed through the hall. Satisfied, Cesare began. As he stood at the front, silence fell over the grand hall, and the tension was palpable. With a nod of approval, Cesare looked over at Riordan, who handed him a scroll, which he unrolled and glanced at. His deep, resonant voice echoed through the space, demanding attention with a pleasant, almost mesmerizing quality as he called out the first name.
“Barrett, Ava Louise, presently mortal. What decision will you make?”
“Mortal.”
“Barrett, Fallon, also currently mortal. Your choice?”
“Mortal.”
“Barrett, Leon Theodore, mortal.”
“Mortal.”
“Very well. Cameron, Bianca, currently mortal, how do you choose?”
“Mortal, please.”
“All right. Who’s next? Oh God, may the Lord have mercy upon us all. Well, … Cameron, Blaine, current status: vampire. Blaine, I implore you, for all that is sacred, son, please make it swift.”
“Okay, okay, vampire all the way. But can I go take a leak real quick?”
“Are you being serious right now? What age are you, five?”
“Very serious. About to involuntarily turn into a sprinkler here, if you know what I mean. I can’t help what my bladder does, if it’s full, it’s full, that’s physics not ill will, all I know is I am standing here and about to piss myself.” Blaine shrugged, unimpressed.
“You’ve got to be kidding me! Alright, Ri, make a record of his decision so that Blaine can take a break. Off you go, son. Next up … we have Cameron, Briar Rose, currently mortal.”
“Actually, it’s Kershaw now. I should be listed under ‘K’,” Briar Rose corrected, a hint of frustration in her voice.
Cesare looked up, visibly irritated. “My instructions were clear. No discussion, Bri.”
“Yeah, no, I understand, and I apologize, but my name is listed incorrectly. If I provide information that isn’t current, it could be considered false pretenses. I’m just trying to ensure everything is accurate. And I am DEFINITELY Mrs. Kershaw now,” Briar Rose explained, as Cesare’s expression grew darker with each word. At that moment, her twin sister intervened.
“From a legal standpoint, she’s right. She shouldn’t enter any contracts with incorrect information. And I mean, deciding whether or not to have fangs and a whole new diet is kinda big and I would consider that a very binding contract,” Iris interjected, her tone that of a young lawyer.
“Mortal. Last thing I need on top of all I am trying to deal with is fangs now and that in a place like Chestnut…”
“BRI! Enough! Riordan, record the choice. All that nonsense for no change at all. Unbelievable. Next. Cameron, Chase, currently mortal.”
“Mortal.”
“Next, we have Cameron, Coltrane, mort… — who in the world is Coltrane? There are many far-flung members of the Cameron lineage, yet I thought I had met them all by now.”
“Oops, just ignore that, Father. That’s our dog. Blaine must’ve snuck his name in while he was still in charge of the list. My apologies for that,” Scarlett called out with a blend of mirth and mortification in her voice, as Cesare facepalmed with a theatrical groan. The audience couldn’t contain their chuckles, a ripple of hushed laughter weaving through the room, until Blaine, who had meanwhile returned from the lavatory chimed up.
“What?! Why the drama? How’s this funny? He’s an exceptional pooch! Can you imagine the hours I spent coaching that furball to fetch the correct bottle from the bar cart during my poolside leisure? He kept bringing me stupid-ass wine, probably the shape of the bottle seemed easiest to carry or whatever, but now he’s got it down pat, only bring daddy the good booze. Besides, I can’t go through another George episode; you remember, my previous dog you refused to turn, and what happened? He aged and passed on!” Blaine vented on the brink of a sulk.
“You know, Blaine, I was not happy with you wiggling out from being my secretary, a position of great honor, but seeing all this, I am glad of it! Nonsense! I am not turning anything that is not on two legs and can speak.”
“Oh, Coltrane can! I can get him right quick and he’ll show you. He can walk like a butler and he can talk too. He can say ‘fuck.’ Well, almost, we’re still fine-tuning it.”
“Blaine! That is all I wish to hear out of you for tonight. I’d almost prefer you took another lavatory stop! You need a muzzle, my son!” Cesare ranted, shooting his daughter a glare that spoke volumes, but she only shrugged.
“Well, on with another Cameron. Looks like you are next then, Doctor Cameron, Connor, presently mortal. Just speak your choice without further commentary, please.”
“Mortal.”
“Fantastic. Next, we have O’Cavanaugh, Emmy, mor… wait a minute. Why is she on this? She’s the wife of one of my coven enforcers. She is one of our immediate neighbors! Riordan! Did you even glance over that list at all?!” Cesare shot Riordan a glare, who was frantically striking and scribbling around on some paper in front of him, while Emmy’s husband Connell spoke up.
“Grandfather, Emmy is …” was as far as he got, until Cesare silenced him. “Are you Emmy?! I was very clear, I asked one EMMY O’Cavanaugh to speak! Your wife is still capable of conversation, is she not?!” Cesare’s rant was still echoing through the hall, when Emmy cleared her throat and in her soft, sweet voice said
“Because I remained mortal after the whole back and forth with the mortal government all those years ago, we kept it that way due to the children and the drama with my sister Esmée, her husband Michael, and then our eldest becoming pregnant right after high school—it was all such a mess. But I wish to become a vampire. The girls have left home, our youngest is your newest coven enforcer, the grandson is in school, and all my family has moved to…” Emmy exclaimed.
“EMMY, dear heart, hold on. We can share personal family stories over coffee or a glass of wine another time. Alright, Riordan, schedule her for turning. Next we have, oh, your daughter, Connell and Emmy. So, O’Cavanaugh, Fiona, currently mortal, how do you choose?”
“Vampire.”
“Very well. Ah, now, we have nobility again. Lord Cameron, Gavin, currently mortal. Your Grace, what will you choose?”
“Mortal,” Gavin declared.
“Next Mrs. Cameron, Hailey, currently mortal.”
“Mortal, obviously since Gump already … never mind.”
Cesare shot her a glare but continued with her daughter. “Cameron, Iris Marie, mortal. No banter please, just your choice, young lady. And please, not another lecture on the legality of my actions, if you will.”
“Mortal.” Iris Marie exclaimed.
“Splendid. Ah, and more nobility. Lord Cameron, Jake, also mortal.”
“Mortal.” Jake chimed out from next to his father Gavin.
“Mortal it shall be. Cameron, Keira, currently mortal.”
“Oh, mortal for sure! We’re all done with the fang business. Just not worth all the …umm, sorry.”
Cesare rolled his eyes but continued, his voice firmer.
“Now, Cameron, Liam, you’re up next, presently mortal, your choice, son.” Cesare said, his voice echoing.
“Mortal.”
“Very well. Next is Lady Cameron, Maeverette, mortal.”
“Actually, it’s just Maeve now. I’ve legally changed it. And yes, I’ll stay mortal. I was gonna go with vamp, but well … then you meet this guy and ….oh right. Never mind. Just mortal.” Maeve said with determination.
Cesare grunted in displeasure but nodded at Riordan. “Have you noted the name change and her choice?”
“Indeed, I have.” Riordan affirmed with a nod.
“Ah, our songbird, once born right in this very castle. Cameron, Vivien, mortal—choose, my petal,” Cesare spoke to his eldest granddaughter, the erstwhile pop icon ViVa.
“Oh dear, mortal please!” she exclaimed with a dramatic sigh, as Cesare looked on with a scowl.
Caelan, usually motionless and unemotional, couldn’t help but show a fleeting sign of dismay. He shared a unique bond with his niece, Vivien, a connection that went beyond familial ties. A deep trust and friendship united them and always had, since the day she was born, Caelan being one of the first to ever hold the newborn, one of those rare instances where a vampire’s soulmate was not their spouse but someone they would never be romantic with, which was why Caelan’s wife Rhiannon, never minded the bond. Caelan, suffering from an affliction called loss of humanity, often found himself battling his ice-cold, killer instincts. Yet, with the love and support of his wife and Vivien, he had learned to control it.
“Thank you, Vivien. Moving on. Camore, Blythe, mortal.”
“Remain mortal.”
“Camore, Cai, also presently mortal.”
“Yeah, mortal. I mean, I am all about that beach life, I’d miss surving and tanning, I am from Sulani and have Sulani heritage and ….”
“What you have is no concept of instructions. Aren’t you a lawyer, son? Do you interrupt the judges with your idle banter as well?”
“No Sir. Sorry.”
“At least you’re polite. Next we have your twin sister, Camore, Zoe, mortal.” Cesare called out, but someone else responded. Blythe, Zoe and Cai’s mother.
“Umm, I am sorry, me again, my daughter cannot be here. And her last name has been Rinaldi for a while now.” Blythe called out, annoyed Cesare looked at her, then Riordan. “Don’t look at me, Cesare, that was still under Blaine’s watch, before you called me out of retirement. I just took this over a few days ago and haven’t had a chance to check everything Blaine messed up, trust me, there was quite a lot. I’ll adjust Bri’s, Maeve and Zoe’s names, but I couldn’t fix this list in time and have all invitations out in time on such short notice. I am a vampire, not a magician. My sincere apologies to all,” Riordan shot back.
Cesare looked beyond annoyed. “Fine, fine, we shall make do. Blythe, your daughter, by any name, why is she not here? This meeting is mandatory to all who currently are or have been vampires in the past. How much clearer could it have been?”
“She is the Princess of Tartosa, Grandfather, not a soccer mom! It is impossible for her to come to these things, unless you want security and royal guards everywhere. Plus, she is … there is a chance that … anyway. Her choice is 100% mortal. She can’t be turned now, nor does she wish to be. She asked me to speak on her behalf.”
“Oh? I was under the impression that she has completed her 18th year of life quite some time ago. This is highly irregular and rude! Even for, or maybe especially for a royal!”
“I apologize for it. As a member of the royal family, she can’t just come here. It’s impossible. Plus, medically, she might not be able to be turned anyway, if you catch my drift. We are not sure but suspect … you know.” Blythe smiled apologetically.
“Father …!” Scarlett now chimed up, in protective mother-mode, so Cesare sighed.
“I see. A suspected pregnancy would prevent her from being turned anyway. However, Gavin and Jake are here, they are members of the aristocracy too and managed. She should have at least made the attempt to heed my request for the final time, as this meeting also absolves all those who chose mortality from ever having to grace me with their presence again, unless it is a social call. Just one single summons should have been in the realm of possibilities, no?” Cesare insisted, when now Gavin spoke up.
“Grandfather, it is very different. Blythe is correct, there is no way Zoe could come here.” Gavin called out. “My wife is best friends with the Queen of Henfordshire and AG can’t just travel at her leisure whenever she pleases, let alone could she go anywhere without a huge entourage, especially not after her daughter had been kidnapped some months back. That has put all royal houses on highest alert, and they can’t even proverbially walk to the mailbox now without a security detail. I doubt you’d want that here.”
“No, most certainly not. Very well then, it has been acknowledged and recorded. Next we have our Grainger, Caitlin, mortal.”
“Mortal.”
“And the matching husband, Grainger, Heath, mortal.”
“Mortal.”
“Yes, I expected as much. And one of your twins. Good grief boys, you are grown men and fathers now and I still can’t tell you apart. Grainger, Noah, mortal, whichever one you are, how to you plead.”
“Mortal. Tired and exhausted is a permanent state for me now and I am used to it! My wife would never get turned and the triplets,…”
“Noah, nobody needs to hear your reasoning, just say one way or another. I speak, for this is MY meeting, and I am supposed to. But you all do not. Next, Grainger, Nolan, currently mortal. I know you have a son, I have raised children myself, I know they are exhausting. Your choice.”
“Mortal.”
“Good, good. Next is ah, Riordan’s son, Mr. Hargrave, Colton, mortal.”
“Mortal.”
“Ah, how about that. And the young Mr. Hargrave, Jasper, mortal. Kid, I know you like to talk, please don’t. Your choice?”
“Vampire.” Jasper said.
Iris Marie stepped out of line, nudging him so forcefully he stumbled. “What are you doing, Jas?! What do you mean, ‘Vampire’? We agreed, you fool. All three of us stay mortal!”
“Yeah, Jas, what’s going on!? Iris and I already picked!” Bri nudged him as well, and he caught himself, retorting at Iris.
“Well, you dismissed me when I had some ideas, then you said to do whatever I want. Acting is tough. I need every advantage I can get. If I don’t need sleep, I can ace every single audition. And deal with dad’s stupid-ass rental property. Investment piece, my ass. Nightmare is what that is, which asylum did you find all your renters at?!” Jasper ranted.
“Alright, change mine to vampire as well, please.” Iris decided, but her twin sister Bri shoved her.
“Hey! You guys can’t do that! You can’t turn into vamps while I’m left decaying here without you? Iris, you’re my twin, you betrayer! And you, Jas, you’re like a brother to me. What are we doing?! I can’t just become a vamp now, and you know what Jackson will say if I tell him I need to take a dirt nap for a few weeks to grow fangs?! Plus, look at me, I still have so much of that baby weight, NO WAY am I getting turned with my ass this wide!”
“Right, Bri’s correct! I have a caseload; I can’t afford time off now, or I’ll be job hunting! With fangs. Cesare, Jasper chooses mortality! Riordan, write that down!” Iris Marie ordered.
“No, don’t! Hello?! We were all born as vamps, just natural that we live as such. Forever. And young forever. Aging sucks. But I do want Cesare to do me, so we know it’s done right,” Jasper frowned deeply.
“Oh my God, kids, it’s like you never stop being teens! Riordan, mark our son down for mortal. What’s with that vamp nonsense now? Sorry, no offense intended,” Maddie decided.
Cesare then slammed his fists onto his desk.
“ENOUGH! I’ve reached my limit! What do you think this is, a spa visit, where you get to request the therapist of your choice!? Obviously will I take care of the majority of turns myself, as I am the most experienced and my coven enforcers have other tasks, as does Riordan and I am not going to ask the lovely ladies to do all that, especially since none of them have experience with turning, except Scarlett but that is an entirely different sore subject. Now, please let’s keep this civilized. Make a choice and stick with it. You all have one last chance to reconsider your choices! ONE! After that, you’re committed, so decide now, or I’ll decide for you! You have tried my patience enough now!”
“May we have a moment to discuss this among ourselves?” Hailey inquired.
“NO! No, you may not, Hailey. You had an entire week since receipt of the letters, you won’t have another moment. CHOOSE!” Cesare barked angrily.
“That is not legal! You cannot force people into committing under duress and …” Iris chimed up, flustered.
“IRIS MARIE! ENOUGH out of you! We are not in a courtroom, or if we are, it is MY courtroom. I get to decide here. You all received the letters well in advance, you ALL had time to discuss and think about it. Choices, NOW!”
“Guys?” Hailey surveyed her family.
“Mom, I seriously can’t do it. I just can’t handle fangs right now and what you do think Jackson would tell me. No way, sorry,” Briar Rose declared, shaking her head.
“I really could use all the powers again; I need to be team vampire. Sorry, everyone,” Briar Rose and Iris Marie’s older brother Connor chimed in.
“Alright, I’ll stay mortal. That is, if Iris doesn’t change her mind. Put me down for whatever Bri and Iris choose,” Jasper sighed.
“Yes, mortal for both Jasper and me, too,” Iris confirmed.
“Just asking, are we really sure, ladies? I mean, you read the letter, this is a last call kinda thing. If we choose wrong now, there is no going back,” Jasper probed.
Standing with a determined look, Scarlett announced with a firm tone, “Riordan, please note the following: Mortal for Chase, Hailey, Colton, Maddie, Connor, Keira, Jasper, Iris Marie, and Briar Rose. Now, you can all hold me accountable when you regret your decisions. Which, we all know you will.”
“Spoken like a true leader. Thank you, Scarlett, this was getting painful. Does everyone concur?” Riordan scanned the room, met with nods of agreement. With a deep sigh, Cesare looked at the scroll again.
“Oh, sticking with the Hargraves, even the former ones. Miss Annaleigh McCoy, Riordan and Lavinia’s precious daughter and sister to Colton. Hope you are not as indecisive as your dear brother?”
“Not at all. Mortal for me.”
“Splendid. And now your husband. McCoy, KC, currently mortal. How do you choose?”
“Mortal.” he said, with a clear side-glance at Caitlin Grainger, his former love interest, which didn’t go unnoticed by her husband Heath, luckily a pacifist, who only rolled his eyes.
“Excellent, thank you. Next, we have Lucian Petrescu, vampire.”
“Vampire,” Lucian affirmed.
“And last, but certainly not least, my dear niece, Valeria. Her siblings and father have only ever been mortal, therefore will not be given a choice, they can apply for turning on their own volition if they so choose, which goes for all mortals wishing for a change who have not been invited nor mentioned here tonight and all vampires not called tonight, myself included, are barred from being anything other than vampires as will you all be who made their choices tonight. So, as the final choice, Lady Valeria, currently vampire, how do you choose?”
“Vampire.” she said with determination.
Cesare stood tall, his presence commanding attention and respect. His deep, resonant voice echoed through the grand hall, imbuing the air with a sense of ancient ritual and gravitas.
“Hear ye, members of our coven, both past and present. We have traversed the path of decisions and now stand on the precipice of transformation. Those who have chosen to be turned, step forward now. You will be accompanied to the ritual chambers by my coven enforcers for further preparation once this meeting has been adjourned. By fortune’s grace, we have no requests for unturning tonight, as I hold little affection for that solemn rite.
Once this rite is concluded and you have all regained your strength, petitions for new turns shall be entertained. There will be no deliberations or dalliance; all requests for turning require my prior sanction and must be steeped in reason. We shall not indulge the whims of enamored vampires seeking to bind their fleeting fancies to eternal fate, nor shall we entertain lamentations of those wishing to renounce their immortality for trivial pursuits. I will not hear reasons such as someone missing the ability to enjoy food properly or tanning or such inconsequential nonsense and you all know that immortality brings with it loss of loved ones. For us, it is a fact of life you are all fully aware of. It is time we embrace our identity as vampires, fanged creatures of the shadows, with dignity and pride.
Riordan, if you would, recite the names and choices once more. My oration should have afforded you ample time to prepare the decree.”
Riordan stepped forward, his voice clear and authoritative. “If it pleases you, Milord. Hear ye, hear ye, be it resolved that the individuals present here have chosen as follows:
Barrett, Ava Louise – Mortal-remain
Barrett, Fallon-Mortal-remain
Barrett, Leon Theodore-Mortal-remain
Cameron, Lady Bianca-Mortal-remain
Cameron, Blaine-Vampire-remain
Cameron, Chase-Mortal-remain
Cameron, Connor-Mortal-remain
O’Cavenaugh, Emmy-Vampire-turn
O’Cavenaugh, Fiona-Vampire-turn
Cameron, Lord Gavin-Mortal-remain
Cameron, Hailey-Mortal-remain
Cameron, Iris Marie-Mortal-remain
Cameron, Lord Jake-Mortal-remain
Cameron, Keira-Mortal-remain
Cameron, Liam-Mortal-remain
Cameron, Lady Maeve-Mortal-remain
Cameron, Vivien-Mortal-remain
Camore, Blythe-Mortal-remain
Camore, Cai-Mortal-remain
Grainger, Caitlin-Mortal-remain
Grainger, Heath-Mortal-remain
Grainger, Noah-Mortal-remain
Russo, Nolan-Mortal-remain
Hargrave, Colton-Mortal-remain
Hargrave, Jasper-Mortal-remain
Hargrave, Madilyn-Mortal-remain
Kershaw, Briar Rose-Mortal-remain
McCoy, Annaleigh-Mortal-remain
McCoy, KC-Mortal-remain
Petrescu, Lucian-Vampire-remain
Her Royal Majesty Princess Rinaldi, Zoe-Mortal-in absentia, remain through proxy of her mother Blythe
Romanescu, Lady Valeria-Vampire-remain
Those who have chosen to turn or return to the vampiric lifestyle will join those already existing as such, who shall remain unlisted, for those are many.
In attendance bearing witness to the choices were His Excellency, Our Grand Master Elder Count Cesare Vannucci, Her Esteemed Majesty, his wife Branwen, Her Most Gracious Highness, their daughter Scarlett, His Esteemed Highness, their son Caelan, Her Gracious Ladyship, Caelan’s wife Rhiannon, their son His Noble Lordship Connell, along with myself and my dear wife, the Most Noble Lady Lavinia.
This assembly does not represent the entirety of our coven; some unlisted members remain steadfast in their roles, thus exempt from change, while others will soon await their turning for the first time, petitioning for the honor of transformation and acceptance into our fold. More will join, and our numbers will grow in the future. Let this decree serve as notice that the decisions made today are final and binding. As the shadows grow longer, so too do our destinies intertwine. Thus, it is decreed, and so it shall be.”
In unison, the audience replied with reverence, “As it is decreed, so shall it be.”
“Now let’s all go to the fest halls and celebrate our vampire renaissance with music, dance and wine flowing freely. May our community grow and prosper, as we move in the shadows but shine brighter than ever before.”
Amidst the grandeur of the ancient hall, now resonant with the haunting melodies of the hurdy-gurdy and lute, Count Cesare Vannucci lifted his hands, his voice booming and authoritative:
“Brothers and sisters, this evening we revel in a triumphant return to our origins. Our coven is rejuvenated, our ties fortified by the decisions taken in this hall. As we reclaim our authentic nature, let us proceed to the fest halls to commemorate the revival of our lineage. May our community flourish and thrive, our solidarity intact, as we glide through the shadows yet outshine all. To the everlasting coven, and to our enduring prosperity!”
A chorus of concurrence thundered through the room. The fest halls quickly brimmed with medieval tunes, applause, and dance. Candlelight danced on the stone walls, casting a magical luminescence on tapestries that portrayed epic battles and bygone banquets. The atmosphere was electric with chuckles and melodies as the attendees, adorned in their regal attire, reveled with zeal.
Cesare, observing with deep contentment, took in the sight of his kin indulging in their legacy. The vision of vampires, young and seasoned alike, delighting in the merriment, warmed his age-old heart.
Riordan, with a contented grin, approached and hoisted his goblet in a salute. “A resounding triumph, Uncle,” he declared, his voice radiating pride. Cesare, his gaze alight with an uncommon blend of pride and aspiration, tapped his goblet to Riordan’s. “Verily, Riordan. This marks the commencement of our vampire renaissance. May it herald a more luminous epoch for our race,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on the spectacle of jubilation and unity before them.
Side by side, they stood in silent homage to the future, as the symphony of laughter and festivity stretched into the night.
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