Damian's Immortal

Jenn followed him this time. Vamps moved out of his way as he strode through the halls, and several bowed their heads as he passed. They showed more respect for him during his short trip down the hall than they had for the Black God during the few days she'd been with Jonny. Xander knew the compound and ascended a narrow stairwell to the second floor. She watched from the stairwell as he entered one of the rooms, lining the hall. She waited, but he didn't emerge again. Satisfied to have found his room, Jenn made her way back to the window, where Jonny remained. He sat and stared out the window while nibbling on a piece of cheese from the plate of cheese and crackers on a small table at his side.

Unwilling to disturb his solitary mood, Jenn leaned back against a pillar and watched.

* * * By the time she reached the cliff Jule indicated the next day, Yully's soul was humming like an electric wire. She could now feel everything around her, and she assumed whatever her father unlocked was the cause.

She was late by an hour. Only two forms and a body draped in black remained on the cliff side. Fog coated the ocean, and a cold, moist wind made her eyes water. She shivered despite her lamb's wool coat, her hands plunged deep into pockets that contained weapons.

The closer she stepped to Jule, the more her body hummed. Something had happened during their separation; he glowed in the fog and mist. Unable to take her eyes from him, she approached slowly. His long, sleek hair was tied in a tight braid, and despite the cold and wind he wore only a long-sleeved sweater that hugged the muscles of his arms and shoulders beneath a down vest. His suede pants clung to long, thick thighs and were tucked into heavy boots.

She didn't remember him being so large. The closer she got, the stronger she felt him. Startled by the bond, she stopped.

"I didn't think you'd come," he said without turning.

"I did it for Sean," she replied. "I'd known him for a few years, even if it was only in passing."

"He would appreciate it. I do, too," Jule said then motioned to the blond man. "This is Rourk, my other Guardian assigned to Ireland."

Her eyes went to the beefy blond. He tipped his head in a silent greeting. His face was solemn.

"Come closer," Jule said in a quiet voice.

She did, stepping apprehensively to the foot of Sean's body. He was tightly wrapped in black fabric, his head towards the ocean.