For the Love of Lana 3 by pars001

“I know that father, but if need be, I will be branded a rouge before I will dishonor the family name. Know this, the last act I will perform before I do, will be to not only destroy that pompous little prick of a son of his but to crack the skull open of the father. I’LL have their land run red with their blood, this I promise you!”

My father’s face showed shock he hadn’t seen this much passion from his son in well over 200 years not since…
“We will endeavor to try and keep that from happening, though their clan is suspected of many crimes” My father stated.
I stood there for a while after that, I had a week at the most to prepare. Nothing was going like I had started it to, I needed to turn things around and soon but the only way I could see that happening was to get Lana alone again. Try as I might though I really didn’t see that happening real soon either.

I lay down with a million things running through my mind, plus all the plans I had to set in motion before any of them started to arrive. Early the next morning I had a small army of carpenters start in on two huge buildings to try and house the influx of visitors that would soon be in the town. Next I had to go outside of town setting wards and even more protections than I’d ever used before, had it not been for the conditions that my family caused it wouldn’t have been necessary but in this case everyone had agreed to it. So it seemed that for the next week everyone in the town was going to be human whether or not they wanted to. That night I could almost swear that Lana had tried to contact me, I knew better, vampires might be a lot of things, but telepathic I hadn’t seen yet.

500 miles away Evelyn Timmins was sitting at a table in a restaurant, beside her Lady Genevieve Vishnew was sipping tea when she waved her hand at Evelyn. Immediately Evelyn, froze the room and a vision of Gregor appeared.
“Mother I do not feel right deceiving my best and only friend like this.” He stated.

“You’ll get over it,” his mother started, “what has gone on.”

“From what I’ve seen he is beyond mad, his power is at a height I’ve never felt before. I am afraid it has everything to do with that night. I know I talked to him about it but I have no memory of it.” Gregor replied. “May I,” Evelyn said, Genevieve nodded and Evelyn scanned Gregor.

“It was as you thought, he has been erased and quite well I might add there is nothing, no shred of it at all. If it wasn’t for the residual trail I might not even know someone had been here. My god! If this Jonathon’s work he’s been at it for quite a while, it takes centuries to develop to this point.” Vishnew nodded if indeed it was Jonathon then it might explain why they’d never been able to find out what happened that night. Once again it seemed that everything was leading back to the that night, Vishnew and Evelyn had both investigated with the entire clans resources behind them and had found nothing.

A moment later Evelyn felt the stirrings of her husband’s communication, this had to be bad if Tom was actually calling her! “Evelyn, what are you doing? Do you know our son has publicly declared that he will go rouge rather than sully the family name? In other words, NOT go through the mind scan!”

Oh shit she thought so the boy had more balls than she thought to carry it this far! “I can be there tomorrow Leader,” she said in a official capacity.

“No my dear, I afraid it is too late now, it seems that Pompoff’s boy insulted the family and Jonathon took extreme prejudice to it.” Tom Timmins snapped. “The entire council along with Pompoff’s troupe, and ours will be there in a week.”

Both Evelyn and Vishnew’s head’s snapped up at that the WHOLE council? Oh shit, this was bad really bad, as bad as 200 years ago when … why was this and then starting to look the same?

“I am nearby, we can show support of the family,” Evelyn said, damn they hadn’t seen each other in what a hundred years now?

Only a moment later one of Vishnew’s lackeys specially picked for his telepathic ability spoke. “Lady Vishnew, Lord Vidon requests you attendance.” Looking at Evelyn Vishnew was reminded of the human saying when it rains it pours. “My Lady, Lady Evelyn,” the voice started. “I know you both have been working to bring the conjoining of our offspring to fruition. It appears that a new though minor player has entered the contest. I and the clan have been called to where our offspring are at the present. It appears the Reginald Pompoff has insulted the Timmins clan, an offence that I myself could destroy their clan for, under the articles of alliance. That is had Jonathon not broken the son’s jaw thereby throwing down the gauntlet. It appears that the full force of 15 clans will be brought to bear with the council but that the council is afraid it may not be enough after a sampling of Jonathon’s power earlier today.”

Evelyn gasped she knew he’d grown quite a bit these last 3 weeks but no where this much. “Are you going to be added as a force to stop him?” Lady Vishnew stated, though she didn’t think she’d like the answer.

Sighing Vidon could only nod, this was wrong, he knew that Pompoff was going to take full advantage of it but little did he know that already half of his forces were already decimated, he’d be lucky if he had 10 men by the time he got to America. Vishnew could only slightly smile, she recognized that look her husband held he was already on the move good!

Johnathon awoke the next morning checking on the workers he hired more and started another building. Damn it! It was going to get really, really crowded in a hurry next week. He had just gotten out of bed when he thought he saw an apparition? What the hell? Great that’s all he needed, hmmm who have I killed with a soul lately he thought. When nothing came to mind he shrugged it off starting on his morning routine again ’til it ran through the house again. This time he was just annoyed, so doing nothing he waited ’til it came again then he reached out and grabbed it.

After all there were no ghos … that’s when it slipped out of his grasped and laughed a familiar laugh, then slipped through the wall at the same place. Ok, ok, it had to be a trick there were no spirits no one had the power to bring others back from death and once you were gone that was it. Wasn’t it? A laughing came from behind him, “Tsk, tsk Johnny, you know there are always exceptions to every rule!”

Without thinking Johnathon whirled and pointed a finger at the apparition, “I thought I told you to never call me that Trin….” Falling to his knees Jonathon was face to face with the ghost or spirit of Trina Timmins.

Tears were streaming down his face, she was still as beautiful as he remembered her, bowing his head he began to beg her forgiveness. “Please forgive me Trina, it should have been me not you.”

“Johnny Timmins! If I had corporeal form I would smack you around this building! I told you never regret that night, you obviously don’t remember do you?” Trina stated. Johnathon only shook his head no. “Though at the time I was stronger than you, though not much, I was dying. Mother and father didn’t even know of it, though at the time you did, oh my dear brother, you tried for a hundred years, but you weren’t strong enough. Now it would be nothing, done in a few minutes but not then, I was happy to do what I did, please, I am here to let you know it is almost time. When it is time you will recognize the sign, then and only then can you reveal what happened that night and let Lana and Gregor remember, ALL OF IT brother! Or I might have to smack you a lot harder than I ever have and believe me there are ways!” With that, the vision of Trina faded

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