Alexandru cel Tinar - Immortals

Alexandru cel Tinar

Alexandru was born in the late autumn of his mother’s life. Though no one would have suspected her age of almost 60 by looking at her. She was one of the most beautiful women in Moldavia. Gisa’s parents had immigrated to Moldavia and ended up servants for one of Moldavia’s warlords, Romani. The Saxon beauty became his mistress in her 17th year. 

Romani the Voivode, as they called prominent warlords, was considered bloodthirsty and vicious. He was savage to his enemies  and not much kinder to his countrymen. As time went by he began to show disdain for his superiors. When he entertained, he was heard to make off color comments about them. While this got back to his commanders, they respected and feared him enough to let it go. But when these comments began to circulate as humorous jokes among even the commonfolk, they could no longer turn a blind eye.

One dark evening, a troop of soldiers came to his home and overpowered the warlord. He fought valiantly and killed many of them as they drug him out into the night. Gisa ran behind them screaming and pleading for her lover’s life. Romani’s two wives, however, did not. One was even heard to laugh. The wives, who both had son’s by Romani were quite pleased to have the rough man gone. They had all of his holdings and were more than happy to mistreat his pretty young mistress. Her parents still worked there but they were in no position to save her from the cruelty of the wives.

Six years passed. The wives had taken lovers and, to Gisa’s relief, forgotten about her. Until one of the wives caught her lover watching Gisa. She sent Gisa to work in the kitchen and forbade her to ever come upstairs again. The lover was not this easily disuaded though, and one night he came into Gisa’s room and tried to force himself on her. Her father pulled the man off in a rukus the shook the whole house. Furious, the wife had both Gisa and her father beaten. And the lover was sent packing.

One evening not long after this, a strange man came to the castle. He had long black hair and a thick beard. He wore an eye patch and walked hunched over like a leper. He approached from the kitchen side and knocked upon the wooden door. As Gisa answered the door, the man straightened and threw back his hooded cape. Gisa knew her Lord immediately and threw herself at his feet sobbing.

Romani laid a gentle hand on her head then lifted the girl to her feet. He studied her face with his one bloodshot eye. Turning her chin and looking at the soot and dirt on her skin, the shaggy unkept hair and clothes. And in a growling deep voice he said. “Stay in the kitchen. No matter what you hear. Stay in the kitchen.”

The dark night filled with screams. And by morning, Romani was a widower. Though he spared both of his sons, they would both die in the next ten years by the hands of his many enemies.

It would be thirty years before Gisa bore Romani a son. An heir to his estate and title. And at 58 years old, Gisa still looked young and beautiful.  In those thirty years, much had changed in the castle of Romani. Where the warlord had once ruled his home like a reclusive King he was now a host, entertaining several guests. He had parties, and his guests often stayed for years at a time. But these were not guests from the village. They came from far away, and always seemed to travel by night. No activity would be seen during the day but at night the castle was ablaze with action. Music, laughter, dancing.

Alexandru’s birth was touted a miracle by the ones that Romani trusted and allowed in his home. But to the outsiders, and his enemies, it was some kind of evil omen. They had seen Romani return from from the dead, they said. He had not aged in thirty years nor had his mistress. Fear and mistrust turned to hatred. Romani began to employ guards at his gates and kept one outside of his bedroom. The villagers called them witches, sorcerers, and even undead spirits. The truth was that Romani had stopped aging at 39 years old when he had been left for dead by the soldiers and found by Prince Sa’Halan. A vampire.

The child, Alexandru, was raised without benefit of other children. He did glimpse them occasionally through a cracked garden wall, playing children games. Eventually, he would go off in the forest and watch them from a tree, an observer to the mortal world to which he didn’t belong, even though his body changed over time just as theirs did. He grew tall and handsome, aging as normally as any mortal. His education was seen to by his mother and many of their guests. There was no lack of literature, maps and globes, scrolls of languages, or tales from travelers. He became much more educated than most in his time. Alexandru was not quite 20 when he met Sa’Halan for the first time. He found the Prince most curious.

Sa’Halan seemed no more than a boy on the cusp of manhood. He wore his hair long and plaited, or curled like a woman’s. He also wore gold jewelry like a woman, adorning his arms, neck, fingers, and even his ears. He outlined his eyes with kohl and his teeth seemed far too white and sharp when he smiled. Sa’Halan spoke softly and seemed to have a gentle quiet nature.  Sa’Halan and Alexandru enjoyed long quiet talks about things in the Universe. The Prince had seen many things in his long long life. It was from Sa’Halan that Alexandru learned that Romani and Gisa were vampires. He brought out a leather book for Alexandru to read about the Immortals. And then he told Alexandru that his birth had been a true miracle. A conception between two vampires.

This only mildy surprised Alexandru. Surely he’d known it was odd that his parents did not age. In addition, they were never sick, never seemed to consume much food and spent long hours out at night, and long hours locked in their room during the day.  It was the only manner of living that Alexandru really knew. He had little exposure from the villagers. Those who came and went at the castle were just like his parents.

Alexandru was more shocked at the revelation of his unique birth. He himself did not crave blood, ate heartily, did not mind the sunlight and imagined himself to be very nomral. He had aged just as normally. Though quite handsome, his appearence was appropriate with his age, unlike his parents whose age he wasn’t even certain of. 

Now Alexandru began to understand how very different he was than his parents and their guests. And he began to want to travel out into the world and find out how others lived. And so with his mother and father’s blessing, Alexandru left the only home he had ever known to see the world with the Vampire Prince Sa’Halan and an entourage of the Prince’s guards and servants.

They traveled the world for ten years together. By ship, by horse, by camel and elephant. And sometimes, Sa’Halan would clutch Alexandru around the middle and they’d take to the skies. It was a breathless, carefree life of excess and adventure. Alexandru saw great wonders as well as grave injustice. He was just past thirty when Sa’Halan landed with him upon a mountaintop, ice covered and frigid. Alexandru trembled in the cold but Sa’Halan paced gracefully over the ice, feet barely touching the ground, then turned to face his companion.

“Alexandru.” Sa’Halan began. “I could not love you more if you were my brother. This you know. I have watched you for ten years and I find you beautiful. But I see your beauty will fade. Already lines trace your forehead. You are aging and therefore, you will die one day. I cannot allow this.”

This made those lines deepen in Alexandru’s forehead. What was Sa’Halan saying?

 The Prince turned to Alexandru, watching him shiver, ice already clinging to his mortal hair and brows. “I will see that you never feel the deep chill of winter again. No illness will befall you. No more creases will tear at your beauty.” And Sa’Halan reached up and took Alexandru’s face into his hands. “I will be your sire, I will see you through the darkness of the Gift. Your immortal host into an immortal world. And one day, you will take your place among the oldest of us. The ones that rule the world. You were born to be a God.”

Alexandru’s lips parted. Many things passed through him. Fear, curiousity, excitement, doubt, even a horror that was torn between the prospect of aging, when every single person he knew and loved did not age, and the thought of being a slave to the blood.

It seemed like a long pause, but it was only a moment or two. Alexandru was searching for the words to say when Sa’Halan effortly lifted him and burst into flight, at the same time, the Prince’s teeth sunk deeply into Alexandru’s neck. He cried out in pain, fear, clawing at Sa’Halan, but it was futile. He was drained to near death too quickly.

He awoke by degree. His first memory was thirst, craving, pain. His next memories were really just snatches of scenes. Hunting in a forest, ravenously tearing the flesh of an animal to get to the warm crimson flow beneath. Bodies falling beneath him. Soft skinned women and men in his arms, their heartbeats slowing as he drained them. And then, the learning. The discipline. The ability getting easier to only take so much and leave them breathless, but alive. He would never know how long it took him to transform from feral newborn to consciousness but he was told it was longer than most. Perhaps because of his unique birth. It was always known that his blood was unique. Potent. Sa’Halan would later tell him it was as though they were newborns together, draining so much of the blood of Alexandru had sent Sa’Halan into a period of bloodlust himself.

Forty years he traveled the world with Sa’Halan as a vampire. The ten years prior had passed so slowly, but the forty as a vampire seemed to fly past. And then, they returned to the House of Romani i only to find it reduced to cinders. Gisa and Romani were gone and Sa’Halan left him there alone. “To find his way in life.” It would be a long time before Alexandru would find them again.

Alexandru lived for nearly a century with his parents and their coven and then he went on his own, settling in the castle that he would call home for centuries. There he would take Sadie, Sebastian, and many others into his world. And there, he would become guardian to the small exotic girl whom he would name Sansara. Romani and Gisa would go on to become ancients by Sa’Halan’s side. A place that Alexandru knew he would be called to some day.

Sa'Halan - Immortals

Sa’Halan

He rode in on a white horse, his long plaited hair tucked up in a turban, a rope braided with gold strands held it in place. His chin was high, his chest was bare, and on his arm he wore the golden snake bracelet that would later become a gift to Sansa.  This gold snake was timeless, just like Sa’Halan. It’s beauty never tarnished through feast and famine, through peace and war, through the centuries. 

This was the first vision people had of Sa’Halan, once the Prince of a vast country, and now just an elegant rider. His eyes were searching, but his chin was held high. 

Feeling an increasing loneliness, he created more like him. But they were primitive, feral and unruly. So he moved on. He took on human pets, taking them with him. Feeding on them, loving them. But they aged, they died. They did not last. 

 He was perpetual motion leaving a trail of vampires and pets. 

And then like a pendulum, he turned and went back the same path. And in his wake, he saw the destruction that those he left behind had done. And it saddened him that they were so primitive. He moved back over his path, destroying the vampires. And then he wept with his aloneness, longing for a companion who would not die of disease, or age, or act like a feral animal. 

When first he came upon the island of the ancients, he found it a perfect refuge.  A food source in the village, a fortress among the rocks. He had a great palace built there. And his hunger for companionship made him creative. He went out and made one single vampire. And nurtured it through the feral newborn stages.  

A century passed and he had a small coven. He was very pleased, until they began to bicker among themselves. They were jealous of his attention and hateful to each other. 

Eventually he sent all that would not get along with each other away. 

They went out and formed new covens, but remained faithful to him. And when their children, and their children’s children began to grow in numbers, and society began to mature, he brought them all together to discuss how to govern the offspring they had made. 

The oldest known being,  Prince Sa’Halan, had just formed the Circle of the Ancients. 

And for many centuries this Circle would endure.

Sebastian - Immortals

Sebastian

If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?

If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?

If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call?

If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all?

"My beautiful boy."  Sacrist Payne laid a soft hand on the blond head of the boy. "Such hands, such eyes." He caressed the soft cheek. "You are indeed a gift of God."

Sebastian blushed, his blue eyes going downcast. He spared a moment for the modest blush, and then his eyes lifted to the canvas before him and he began to finish the painting.

Sacrist Payne watched him. His heart bursting with affection for the talented young man.

Sebastian had been delivered to the Abbot of the monastery at only nine years old. The Abbot had been so impressed with Sebastian's artistic talents, that he assigned him immediately to Sacrist Payne so that Sebastian could become an Illuminator, painting scenes from the scriptures that Sacrist Payne scribed.

Sebastian's mother had died in child birth and his father left the boy with his grandmother and was never seen again. When she fell ill, she begged the Abbot to take him and keep him safe. Sebastian had only ever known the soft, warm love of women. Sacrist Payne was a gentle quiet man and he treated Sebastian with kindness.

The monastery was not a hard life. Sebastian spent his days painting, praying at all the appropriate times, as many as eight prayers per day. No matter what he was doing, no matter how intent on his work, he would kneel and recite his prayers. Such a good boy.  The monks had all taken vows of chastity, poverty, and obedience. Living among the monks, the same was expected of Sebastian.

He grew into a handsome man, quiet and thoughtful, with soft hands that painted glorious scenes. He seldom saw anyone outside of the monastery, except when he accompanied Sacrist Payne to pick up ink, canvas, parchment and paint.

Sebastian enjoyed these trips. It was then he got to see the Shopkeepers wife, Marie. She was pretty and blond, with sparkling eyes and a sly smile. She was almost old enough to be his mother, in fact,  she was just as he pictured his mother would be. And she graced him with that sly smile each time he glanced her way. Though he often shyly looked away, his gaze always returned to her.  The years passed, and the glances from Marie became more assertive. She would brush her hand on his, touch his back. And once, when no one was looking, she even pressed the back of her hand against the front of his pants, making him shiver all over.

One day in the beginning of Sebastian's 17th year, Sacrist Payne was not feeling well and sent Sebastian alone to pick up the supplies. Sebastian had never been alone outside of the monastery, and he was excited. He took the scenic route to the shopkeepers, wandering, admiring the city and enjoying a new freedom. The shopkeeper was not in the store when he arrived and it was his wife who wrapped up the supplies for Sebastian and took his coin.

Then she gave him that sly smile and beckoned him to the back room. Curious and intrigued, Sebastian followed. There, away from any prying eyes, Marie slid her arms around Sebastian and gathered him to her warm soft breasts. The things she showed him that day, would change Sebastian forever.

He returned to the monastery, but he couldn't take his mind off of Marie. He could not help himself. He painted her and hid the canvas. When they ran out of supplies, earlier than expected, he persuaded Sacrist Payne to let him go alone again; why should they both waste their time when he was perfectly capable. Surely the Sacrist's time was more valuable.

And so it went through Sebastian's 17th year, stealing away to meet Marie for stolen trysts in the backroom of the shop or on some bed of grass in a tucked away field. Sebastian passion for painting waned. All he wanted was Marie.

Though surely the Sacrist must have become suspicious that his young Illuminator had taken more interest in shopping for supplies than painting, it was the Abbot who uncovered the affair. A farmer came to him and said he had seen Sebastian and Marie lying in a field together, naked beneath the sun.

The Abbot had been chaste for a very long time. He had long ago stopped longing for the pleasures of women, but the temptation of young boys still pulled at him whenever he was near them. Sebastian had been an incredible test of his faith. But he had never touched the boy. He had provided shelter and food and a vocation for the boy. And the Abbot felt a horrible swirl of emotions upon finding out that the young man was not chaste.

The Abbot directed this anger and frustration at Marie. He went to the shopkeeper and told him of his wife's infidelity and then Sebastian was locked away.

Sebastian was frenzied. The calm quiet boy that everyone in the monastery knew was gone, and in his place was a mad man intent on escaping their prison. He paced and screamed, pounded at the door until his fists bled, and ran at the door until he was exhausted. He could only think of Marie and what horrible fate had befallen her. Surely the shopkeeper had beaten her, or worse, killed her.

Sacrist Payne is the one who lifted the bolt from the door and let Sebastian out. It was a cold midnight, and he gave Sebastian a coat and a pouch of coins, his scrimped savings. "Go away from here." He whispered to his beloved Sebastian. "I can't bear to see you kept like a dog."

Sebastian laid a grateful hand on Sacrist's Payne's cheek and kissed him, and then fled into the night. But he did not leave the city. He waited until daylight and watched for Marie at the shopkeeper's house. And there she was as always, with a basket of supplies over her arm, leaving for the shop. Sebastian caught her and pulled her behind a tree.

Marie's wide blue eyes stared in disbelief at him, her lips parted. "Sebastian!" She gasped.

Sebastian was ardent. "Run away with me." He urged. "Leave with me now. We can be together."

She paused only for a second and then turned her head away from him.... and screamed.

Her husband was there in a moment and his drew back a meaty fist and caught Sebastian right on the chin. Sebastian fell back, but before he could scramble to his feet, the shopkeeper was kicking him, stomping him. In the ribs, the head, the back, wherever his foot could find contact.

He lay there behind the tree in the field beside the shopkeepers house for two days. His ribs were broken and he could barely breath, bubbles of blood rattled in his chest. His back was broken and his arms and legs would not move.  No one came.

For two mornings, the shopkeeper and Marie passed by the field, knowing that the blue smear in the grass was the broken body of Sebastian, but not once did they glance to him. They were waiting for the stench of death before they would move the body.

On the third night, the Master came upon him. He knelt, laying a cool pale hand on Sebastian's back, feeling the heartbeat so slow and quiet. The scent of Sebastian's blood was sweet, and the Master meant to finish him. He rolled the boy over and slid a hand behind his neck, the other supporting his back, then he dropped his hand down just enough to open one side of Sebastian's neck for access, and then he paused.

Sebastian's blue eyes were on him, the face largely untouched from the battering he had received. The beauty was undeniable, irresistible. He didn't seem afraid of the Master as their eyes met.

The Master knew this boy. He had seen him at the church. Not that the Master would step into the church. It was one place he feared. In his long life, he had been branded a demon, satan, and every name for the devil that you could imagine. He watched the church with interest and wary eyes. "Do you want to live, young man?" The Master asked him.

"I have laid here dead for two days." Sebastian replied in a voice so sweet that even the hoarseness of death could not hide it. "If this is death, then I do not want it."

"If I give you life, will you trust me, follow me, and serve me?" The Master asked in a quiet voice. "Will you tell me of the church and whisper your prayers to me instead of God?"

"I will." Sebastian replied with the very last bit of strength he had.

And the Master embraced him, burrowing his face into Sebastian's neck. And so the orphan Sebastian, who had spent most of his life painting God's words, became a child of the Immortal.

Sarah Brewer - Immortals

Sarah Brewer

"Sadie"

When every boat
Has sailed away
And every path
Is marked and paved
When every road
Has had its say
Then I'll be bringing you back
Home to stay

Sarah was 15 years old when she married Sam Brewer. He was the youngest son of a family of, yes, Brewers. They had made fine wine and ales and they drank them as well. By the time Sarah was 25 years old, she had six children. five boys and one precious baby girl. Sarah's children were good and sweet and brought joy to her life. Her husband was largely uninvolved with the children and spent most of his time drunk with his brothers and father. Her husbands family was coarse and unfriendly. They made no secret of their dislike for Sarah, and treated her children as outcasts. Even though life was hard in the 1300s, she had her sweet children. 

And then came the rains of 1315, followed by a Winter so bitter that some of the livestock froze to death in the field. Spring and Summer brought massive floods from melting ice and snow. By fall, there was no hope of harvest. It was a grim time, standing in the fields, watching the trees go bare, feeling the chill in the air, and knowing that Winter was coming. And with it, came death. 

Sarah ate very little, saving what she could to make sure the children ate enough. But even so, they became weak, and when the snow storms came, they fell ill. 

For two years, they barely hung on. That Winter of 1316 was the worst. Spring came much too late to save the youngest Brewer children. Famine had wiped out most of the kingdom, including Sam. Widowed and weak, Sarah left the farm to her in laws, who were more interested in their own survival than the wife and child of their dead son. They refused to acknowledge her and turned her away. She hitched up one of the surviving draft horses to a wooden cart, packed up her ten year old son and they traveled for Wales where Sarah was hopeful to find her Father's family.

Her sweet son dimmed more with each passing day as they traveled. He died in her arms on the roadside, and Sarah huddled in the cart, the spring rains falling on her face as she held him for days, unable to let go. She had not eaten in a long time and hoped death would come for her too. So she waited there in the cart by the roadside, even letting the draft horse go free. She laid in the cart with her son's body, and waited for death. 

And Death found her. But not as she imagined. Sarah dreamed of it as she laid there, the cold lifeless corpse hugged to her thin failing chest. She dreamed of dying and joining her children in the bright warm light of Heaven. 

And indeed, when Sarah opened her eyes, the lights were bright. As if hundred's of candles surrounded her, she had to lift a hand to shield her eyes. With dismay, she realized she was alive, lying in a sterile looking room, in a quite comfortable bed and wearing a night gown much finer than she had ever owned.
Her eyes adjusted to the dazzling light and found it was merely the sun coming in through a window. It made her uncomfortable and she shrank from it, scooting off the bed. She was surprised to find her legs were steady. She felt quite strong, but a little dizzy. She wondered how it could be when she had been so close to death. She found a mirror above a wash basin and gazed into it, unbelieving the face looking back at her. It was her face, but not that of a poor starved widow. Aside from being pale, her skin was smooth and her cheeks as plumped as they had been when she married Sam, the Brewer's son. 

She touched her face, curiously. How could it be? How dare she live when her son was dead. How dare she breathe... and then she gasped, horrified. What had been done with her son? Where was his body? A ragged cry left her and she sunk to the floor, sobbing. 

It was then that Sarah met her Master. Her savior. He lifted her from the floor and carried her outside, sweeping his cloak over her face to keep the bright light from her face. Then he set her down in front of a tiny grave. There was a large gravestone and a stone carving of a child angel praying. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Her baby was here, and she laid on the grave for a long time. 

The Master gave her time. He waited until Sarah's numbing grief was slowly taken over by the awareness of hunger. He fed her with his own blood at first, and she took it, too hungry to be repulsed. Then he told her what she had become. Sarah had very little will to live, but she drank what he brought her to quell the discomfort of hunger. When the Master thought she was strong enough, he took her into his arms and they rose up in flight. Sarah was too frightened at first to do more than cling to him. By the time they landed, she cursed herself for holding on so tightly, when all she wanted to do was let herself fall to the earth and die properly. 

They had landed just outside of the Brewer farm. Her eyes turned with confusion from the Master to the farmhouse. The Master whispered something in her ear, and a sharp light came to her eyes. Sarah's first kills were sweetened by vengeance for her dead son. 

She devoted herself to the Master. He had taken her broken lost life, and reanimated her. Sarah Brewer left her name and her old life behind and became Sadie. 

Sadie found herself in a life of luxury, where every wish, every desire was obtainable. Every wish except for children. She silently longed to fill her arms with the soft warm flesh of a child . The Master was good to her. He quickly saw the answer to her empty arms was to fill her years with the care of newborn vampires. A century and a half slid by slowly, and the Master had built his own coven with children of his blood, raised with love by Sadie. He was pleased and proud. Other vampires joined his coven, and he had many "children".  Though he was never her lover, he did love her in as much as he could. 

But then, Sadie took a lover. He began to suspect this, watching through narrowed eyes as the newest of his "children" exchanged furtive glances with her. She shielded her thoughts from him well, but her lover did not. He was an open book and the Master read far more than he could bear.  In a jealous rage, he banished both from his coven and from his protection. He did eventually forgive her. But it was many decades later, and only then because he needed a favor... 

Sadie left the country with Sebastian to save him from the wrath of the Master. For decades they wandered, nomads. Living like gypsies. It was Sadie who came up with the idea to go to the battlegrounds for their meals. There was never a shortage of battlefields in this violent world. 

The relationship between Sadie and Sebastian evolved over the passing years. She was affectionate and loving to him, and he was loyal and dependant on her. The physical relationship they shared had given way to something closer to a mother and son. Though Sebastian swore he could never look at another woman.
It was the mid 1400s when the Master summoned her. She came to him, finding him kneeling over the crumpled body of a beautiful young girl. 

"Sansa." He said as he laid his head on the smooth cool cheek of the girl. "You must save her. I cannot. I have been called on by the ancients." 

Sadie filled with compassion for the young girl. She had been drained and was very near death. While they waited for Sadie's blood gift to bring the child back to the living, the Master told her how a jealous servant had led the girl away and left her for dead, and that another servant had informed him of the crime. The Master was on the verge of releasing his entire coven so he could join the ancients at their request. There was no place for newborns there. It was forbidden. 

Besides, the Master could think of no better mother for his Sansa than his Sadie. 

And so two became three. Sadie, Sebastian, and Sansa. 

In the 1700s, Sadie took her family to the colonies of America to feed on the battlefields of the American Revolution. They found America to be an especially good place to hunt. There was no shortage of death there. The three found they could go longer and longer between meals, even taking animals down if they needed. And there were no shortages of prey animals in America either. For a century they lived with very little human contact.   

The Civil War was the last battlefield that they took advantage of. There was great trouble in America by that time with Indians. Though Sadie and her family knew that the white men had provoked much of the Indian wrath, Sadie decided they would feed on the brown skinned savages. For the first time, they became hunters of humans and not just scavengers.  

Tracking a migrating tribe, they found Canada. It was there they found the first vampires they had seen for over a century. The Tribe of the Ageless. Vampires, like them. Yet, not like them. Two Bears welcomed them into their village. Two Bears and his tribe lived much as they had before becoming immortal. They hunted and fed off of animals, they danced and sang, they lived and loved. They had many rituals and told stories about their life before they came to Canada, and they told stories of the Cold One. It was a good life and Sadie decided to stay a while. She, Sansa and Sebastian would live souly off of animals. 

Here, she met Brigham Quinn and his sons, Andreas and Tristan. The attraction was instant, the chemistry undeniable. It was not long before the three became six. 

They stayed with the Ageless for many years. She and Brig became very respected among them and it was an easy life. Eventually though, Brig grew tired of the seclusion. He had lived among humans for centuries accumulating a great amount of knowledge and wealth. Sadie was mistrustful of living life among humans but Brig persuaded her to try it. They had proven they could live on animal blood. They were all capable of being near humans without attacking them. They had mingled and befriended the humans in the Ageless Tribe. Brig was certain Sadie and her powerful children could do it. 

And so they did. They traveled east and settled on a farm outside of a large city. More and more they began to walk among the humans. They began to test their limits, taking jobs from time to time among the humans, sending the children to school, going to the theater, enjoying the city. 

They enjoyed their new way of life.During the Great depression, they gave large amounts of money to the missions to help the humans out. They lived well on the farm and the "children" spent more and more time in the city. Sadie began to feel that craving again for a newborn. She loved nurturing them. They were needy creatures, clingy and simple minded at first. 
 (unfinished)