Michelle M. Pillow - Tribes Of The Vampire 01 by Redeemer Of Shadows

Author:Redeemer Of Shadows [Shadows, Redeemer Of]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-07-28T18:47:40.775000+00:00

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Hathor’s eyes flew open with a jolt. She was still in the ship. Sighing with a morose sense of relief, she

turned over to look at Servaes’ sleeping face. He was so handsome, even sick and pale as he was. She

touched him delicately in the dimming light of the lantern. Her hand glided lovingly over his whiskered

jaw. His flesh smelled of sweat and musk. She didn’t care. His lips parted, drawing breath. She smiled,

despite everything around them.

She didn’t know how long she slept with him, only that her body was stiff from the boards. Resting her

hand against his heart, she felt it beating in soft soothing thumps. His lips parted, murmuring almost

contentedly. His hand weakly moved over hers in a soft caress. Hathor’s eyes drifted closed, content to

sleep.

But, before she could once more find her rest, the boat lurched and banged to a halt. Above her she

heard the stomping of feet and then shouts as those on board ran to the side. Nervously, she sat up,

protectively holding her arm to Servaes.

"What?" Servaes mumbled, coming awake. His color looked better, but he was still weak from his

wound. He tried to push himself up next to her. Again the boat crashed. He drew her to his chest, trying

to protect her from whatever would come. Hathor let him hold her.

The hatch was thrown opened. A burly man stuck his head beneath the deck. His eyes narrowed as he

looked about in the dimness. Servaes shoved Hathor behind him, crouching to his feet to block her from

view. She placed her hand on his back as she nervously hovered next to him. She felt his back tense,

waiting.

"There you are, laddie," the man spat in broken English. "Welcome to your new home."

Servaes swallowed, he felt Hathor grip at his waist. Her nervous hand gave him small comfort. His eyes

squinted. Roughly, he grunted, "Where?"

"The New World, laddie! America!" the man shouted almost gleefully. A hard sailor’s chuckle escaped

his lips. "Come out of there and see your new home."

The man disappeared from the hatch. Servaes fell back to sit on his feet. He looked at Hathor in stunned

horror. "They have shipped me off to the colonies without money or proof of title. I have no way of

proving myself and going back home. The passage aboard a ship is too expensive, lest I am able to find

work on one. But that is not possible. I know nothing of the sea. I am exiled. All I have is the memory of

you before me. I will never make it back to you, Hathor. I’m sorry."

Hathor saw his tortured fear. He was stuck in a strange land, feeling alone. She reminded herself that she

was only a dream to him, perhaps as he was to her. None of this was real. But the longer she stayed in

the dream, the more real it felt and the more she fell in love with the human Servaes. Her heart beat

solemnly for him. How alone he must have felt! She reached up to touch his face.

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