Here's the next chapter of this series, one that continues to put a different, more unique Sci-Fi spin on the age-old vampire myth. By the way, as a reminder, the term 'vampire' is one of a human construction and not one of the Terrian lexicon. Therefore, they don't call themselves vampires, regardless of any similarities in their abilities.
Because it's science fiction there are aliens, good ones and bad ones, and yes, the good ones are here to stand against those who would suppress the more fragile human race. In this chapter, Maura learns more about her friends and finally tells her story, the one that led her to Earth.
This chapter could be rated PG-13 for action, but I still like to caution my readers. I hope you enjoy it, leave a comment once you've read it. Good feedback is the lifeblood of any writer...dreamweaver594.
8-A Fireside Chat
An hour later, Maura sat in the hearth seat silently looking at the flames licking the logs in the fireplace. She held a metal rod and idly poked at the base of the fire. Vera opened the back door that led from the outside into the kitchen. She was carrying a sling filled with firewood. She walked over to the hearth and deposited the wood in an old box well worn by years of use.
"What was I talking about? Oh yes, the council... They serve Lord Vaida and was sent here to this world to protect it from all who would subdue and enslave humanity." Vera walked to the kitchen and washed her hands. "It's a heavy responsibility that none of us take lightly. Humans are precious to us; all life is precious. There are others in this universe that don't view it that way and we have to fight that battle every day."
Maura was amazed at this revelation. She glanced over her shoulder at Vera standing at the counter. "Then you are not human?"
"Humanoid, like you, yes, but human from this world, no. We are Sirin. We're a very ancient race of energy weavers. We came from our galaxy through a portal in the Sirius star cluster."
Maura got up and walked over to sit on a stool at the island counter. She picked up a knife and began to peel and dice some potatoes.
Vera continued. "My ancestors arrived here more than ten thousand years ago, sent by Lord Vaida and the Council of the White Brethren. We were sent to create an energy barrier to protect humans from others in this galaxy who would prey on their frailty. The weave has lasted all that time."
"Until now?" said Maura.
"Yes," she nodded, "until now."
Maura paused then pushed her cuttings to the center of the wooden counter. "Are you angry that I came?"
Vera walked past her to the hearth and grabbed a log from the wood box to place it on the open fire. She turned and moved to sit next to Maura at the counter. "At first, when you and Jason met, I admit I was concerned. Jason is a very trusting soul and, while it's one of his most endearing qualities, it also can lead him into trouble. He wasn't able to fully protect himself so I had to take a few precautions. The protective charm you encountered was one of the precautions I placed on him without his knowledge."
Maura nodded as she touched her lips. "I will admit it was very effective."
"I do my best work protecting my grandson," Vera's eyes twinkled as she hugged Maura's shoulders. She stood up and walked around the counter. "But when he brought you to see me and I looked into your heart I knew that the charm wasn't necessary."
"What did you see?"
"Confusion, anger, pain...love, compassion, and a gentleness I had not seen in your kind before. And there was something else I had not expected."
"Huh?" Maura looked up, puzzled.
"It's something I'm not quite sure of yet, and I need to ask a friend before I can say more."
Fear crept back into Maura's expression. "Will I be killed, Vera? There were members of the council that seemed quite determined."
"Fear motivates them right now and you're under my protection. We've lost many weavers lately to raiders from your world and they're just reacting out of anger and frustration. Soon they will see you for who you really are. Besides, when you shared your blood to give my grandson back to me, I knew that a bond between us was made that will never be broken."
Maura's eyes glistened with Vera's words. She nodded and began to peel more potatoes. A moment later she looked up. "What do the Sirin know of us, of Terrians I mean?"
"Well, we've been aware of your existence since you arrived in this part of the galaxy several millennia ago. The weave that keeps the worlds apart does so for the safety of both. We know that your life span is longer than humans and similar to Sirin. We know that animal blood protein is part of your diet but not your sole diet. That need was developed, we assumed, from the fact that your bodies cannot maintain blood plasma. You have to replenish it periodically from other sources. It must have been some sort of genetic mutation in your distant past and was probably what drove you into this part of the galaxy in the first place."
Vera got up and walked over to the sink to wash more potatoes. "We know that you've developed a technologically advanced society that rivals most worlds of your age, including Earth's. And along with that, you've managed to develop synthetic blood, or synth-blood as you call it, to reduce your dependency on natural sources."
She turned to Maura and smiled. "The one aspect of the Terrian abilities that always intrigued us was your capacity to purge humanity of its baser elements. It appears to be a natural instinct of the Terrian to seek out the darkest energy and to eradicate it, a very noble instinct. It's as if you're drawn to negativity like a magnet. Nonetheless, there are Terrians, and other races from other worlds, that through laziness, or greed, askew the noble cause for much baser desires and intent. I suppose as there are good humans and bad humans, and the same can be said for Terrians."
Vera brought the bowl with washed potatoes to the counter. She retrieved a large stew pot and placed it on the stove, then lit a match and started a fire under the pot.
"Some of your kind managed to slip through over the millennia that you've shared this part of the galaxy with Earth. You've become the stuff of legends in human folklore dating back for thousands of years because of that. They even invented a term for you, the vampire, based on ancient folklore."
Vera smiled as she dumped diced potatoes into the pot. "We also found that Terrians are a secretive race. I suppose they have to be that way just to survive and compete amongst all the worlds that exist in this part of the galaxy. They, like so many others, found it easy to take advantage of the physically weaker human form. What many from other worlds don't understand is that the physical weakness in the human form is made up by the strength of their spirit. Unfortunately, negativity is so addictive for the human as well. They are easily susceptible to outside forces whose intent is to dominate and destroy. If a balance could be sustained between Terrians and humans, and it was ever handled properly, it would be a way for both races to coexist symbiotically for the betterment of both. But," She paused and sighed. "Negativity breeds contempt."
Maura stood and crossed the kitchen to toss several more diced potatoes into the stew pot. "As you said, there are good Terrians and bad ones."
"Just like good humans and bad ones," nodded Vera. "It's late daughter, why don't you stay with Jason for a while. He's asleep but I'm sure he'd still enjoy your company."
Maura nodded and crossed the room to open his door. She slipped into Jason's room as quietly as she could. She could hear him breathing gently and sensed that he was healing quickly. Her Terrian blood, now mingling with his own and coursing through his veins, was working swiftly to heal the wounds in his body. She quietly pulled a chair alongside his bed and reached up to place her hand at his side. "I miss your foolish grin," she whispered.
Maura looked back at the bedroom door. Family, she had a family once again. With that thought she laid her head down and fell fast asleep.
In the morning the sun poured through the window and filled the room with light. Birds were singing brightly and Maura slowly became aware of a buzz of conversation outside the bedroom door. She raised her head and looked into Jason's broad smile.
"Hey," he whispered, "good morning."
Maura wiped the sleep out of her eyes. "How are you feeling?"
He took her hand, and pulled her gently into bed beside him. "I'm feeling much better than I did yesterday, thanks to you."
Maura scrunched her mouth into a pout; the words almost fell from her mouth they were so rushed. "Not funny Jason, you almost died. I thought I'd lost you. I shared my blood with you. I didn't know what else...Vera said that it was the only thing I could do..."
He stroked her hair gently. "Hey, hey it's okay," he said to calm her. "You've given me a gift I can never repay. Stay here, I want to feel you close to me."
Maura snuggled close to Jason's body and held him tightly.
He squirmed a bit as she hugged him. "Ooh, just a little less tightly, it's still a little tender there."
"Sorry." She reached up and kissed him on his cheek then buried her face beneath his shoulder.
Maura stuck by his side as Jason drifted in and out of consciousness for the rest of the day. Towards the evening a grumbling stomach finally brought her out to the kitchen.
Lisa turned as Maura emerged from the bedroom and walked softly across the floor to sit quietly on a stool next to the island counter. Lisa smiled gently. "Hungry?"
Maura nodded.