I fled my native Greece as a child. The Ottoman rule was horrendous. I found myself in Florence, Ah! Florenza!! Such a wondrous beauty!A young girl on the streets of Florence, I caught the eye of Giovanni, a rich, affluent banker of notable importance. He pursued me relentlessly. Each night, I would dance and laugh, enjoying the glory that I was in. He lavished gifts of gold and jewels, rich silk gowns and thick lush furs. I wanted for nothing, until the night he gave me the dark gift. Then I wanted my life....Cold indifference took the place of the laughter and carefree life I'd once enjoyed. How I hated him for what he had done to me. I soon tired of the House of Medici and subsequently fled.

  I met him in the land of the Celts... Scotland.  I tired of the House of Medici in my homeland and had ventured north. It was in the winter when I met him. I knew when I looked at him he was kindred. The cold stare when he caught my gaze, his unnatural grace. He was indeed a true predator. He had a commanding presence that brooked no argument.

 I watched every night as he would train without tiring. My eyes would be drawn to the musculature of his arm, shoulders and back. I would sneak off into the woods and lifting the sword I had bought, try my best to mimic his every move.

  One night as I was recounting his thrusts and parries, I nearly fainted when there, before me, he stood.  He asked me why any woman would want to lift a blade when men like him were destined to die for their beauty.  In a rush of embarrassment I lifted my chin and countered with “I prefer to do my own” His head tilted as if he was considering my comment and I blinked for he was nowhere to be seen.. I nearly cried out when He appeared behind me and began to adjust my moves, talking me through them and moving my limbs around. "Your flank's too exposed. Draw your arms closer to your body... Here..." His hands moved as he stepped closer, taking my own gently. He showed me how to wield that weapon with such fluid grace.  "It’s important to always keep your arms close to your body" His touch was gentle as he raised my arms above my head, a gap between the hands and the crown of my head. "See? When you lower your blade..." he pressed his forearm across mine in demonstration. "If that was a blade... It'd disarm you, literally..." His eyes locked on mine and I saw the twist of a wry grin on his face. "You're disarming enough. Now, Who are you, and what would you want with such a strange man as myself, milady?" His touch was firm yet light against me as I tried my best to commit to memory each move and suggestion he made. As my arms lowered, I lifted my gaze as he spoke to me. His smile was almost a weapon unto itself. "I am Phaeton, and I wish to learn to kill..." The coldness in my amber eyes assured him I was not taking any of this lightly. I was not flirting with him as my hands lowered the weapon to rest its tip on the ground at my feet......

"Before you convince me to teach you how to kill... I want to know... he held my gaze, coolly,” Who you'd kill..."
in the still silence of the yard, all we could hear was the soft whisper of the accretion of snow. A carrion bird's cry sheared the silence. Eoghan broke his gaze.
"There's more to killing than sheathing your blade in some poor fool undeserving of it. You need to convince me your battles would be the right ones. I've seen too many hot tempers quenched by cold steel. In our kind... That's a waste." "I'd kill the clan that made me such as I am" She almost spat the words out with a venomous hatred. "They are fat and lazy and have no place in this world. Driven by greed and power-lust, They lack the nobility we all once held in the highest of regard. They surround themselves with excess and have forgotten the ways of our kind."
Her amber colored eyes seemed to glitter as she put voice to her long building hatred. Her hands gripped the pommel of her sword as her knuckles turned white in her fury...
She caught herself just then and lowered her gaze. Her voice soft and gravelly summed it up perfectly... "Because they need killing"

Eoghan smiled again. "And if I sought to make you my servant? What then would you do?" 
the silence rolled over his words again, his eyes narrowing. He reached up, his own hand closing around the hilt of his sword... "What then, would you do?" 
His soft chuckle seemed to fill the whole yard, his eyes locked deep into hers. "I wonder. Do you know truly whose vision of our future you serve... Or is it only hate that drives your hunger?"

As he spoke her eyes lift upon the word 'servant' and her upper lip curled derisively. " I’ve served the old ones.." She moved then, stepping to the side as she lifted her sword. Her body spun with a fluidity that was ethereal. Such a delicate killer she would make. "Tell me..." She faced him, her weapon drawn as she took stance, her form perfect. "What would you do? If I sought to make you mine?"

Eoghan's hand shot to his blade... A feint. His foot crashed down across the flat of her sword, driving it towards the ground and his hands shot downwards, gripping her arm and dragging it across his body as he spun, taking them both to the snow... His face inches from hers.

"We serve for more than vengeance. We serve no-one. Yet we serve everyone... Though, I daresay, you may find my tutelage to your benefit yet. Provided..." Eoghan grinned, showing pointed fangs "You can keep that a secret..."

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