The Harbinger of Death

This is my #ThursThreads for this weeks prompt.

 

The Harbinger of Death

    

 

     “Georgina, wait.”

     Stephen stood between me and the door. I pointed the dagger at him. My words were measured as I tried to contain my anger. “Get. Out. Of. My. Way.”

     He stood his ground, refusing to move.

     “I won’t let them get away with this!”

     He put his hands on my shoulders. “I promise you, their reckoning will come.”

     “When?” I asked. “They do what they want, take what they want.” I turned and gestured towards my family. Their bodies still smoldered on the pyre, where they had been staked. “They are dead because the Council decreed it? Because they stood up to them? And I may die to, but I won’t go alone.”

     “I said they would answer for what they have done, and they will. But you must be patient. Their reach is far.”

     “I don’t care,” I spat. “If it takes my death to avenge theirs, than I will die.”

     “And what of the child that grows in you?”

     I felt the baby stir inside me. He was the reason for the decree. My vampire family… Stephan’s family, had refused to give me up. A human mating with one of theirs wasn’t forbidden, but bringing a half breed into the world was.

     “You have to live. For our son.

     “They will never stop hunting us,” I said.

     Stephan touched my belly. “They fear our child for a reason. It’s been prophesized… their end will come... and our son will be the harbinger that brings it.”