The Vampire’s Servant novel Chapter 79

There was some large, comfortable looking furniture scattered around the room we appeared in. Plants grew along the ceiling and walls. There were old paintings and pictures all over. It was a very homey little place.

Marius let me go and sat me on the couch. I was a little nervous. I hadn’t really been thinking when I called him, but it kind of worked out. I just hoped he wouldn’t be angry at me for what I did to Victor.

“Would you like to tell me what happened?” He asked.

My phone started ringing. I looked at it. Gray was calling. I sent it to voicemail and turned off my phone.

“Sorry.” I murmured.

“Tell me what happened, Echo. I want to help, but I can’t if you don’t tell me.” Marius said.

I took a deep breath. Maybe he could help with the controlling the imagination thing. My mind worked more like a vampire’s not like a werewolf’s. I needed that help.

“I… I made Victor and Gray see some things. At first it was an accident, but then I did it on purpose and that’s why Victor’s mad at me.” I blushed.

“You imagined things and made them experience it?” Marius asked.

I nodded.

“Good. That’s how my ability to make people see their death works. It’s the death I imagine for them, not their real death… unless they anger me again.” He said darkly.

“I can’t make them feel what I imagine. They see it from my perspective.”

“Unless you were imagining yourself getting hurt, I don’t see how that would work to cause him to be harmed. Or what could have caused him to be angry.” Marius wondered.

“It wasn’t pain…. It was bedroom stuff.” I admitted.

“I never thought it could be used like that.” He replied, licking his lips and shifting his gaze down the hall. “I’ll have to test it later.”

That seemed a little weird. I blushed a bit as I realized that I had told someone I saw as a father about what I did. He was my best option to learn, though.

“Is there someone else here?” I asked.

“Lila is in her workshop. She spends a lot of time in there right now. She just received an abundance of ingredients and is like a child, giddy with excitement.” Marius chuckled.

“Do you love her?”

“Of course not. She’s just a way for me to relieve some tension and relax. She sees me the same way.” He scoffed. “We should get back on task. So, you looked at them and imagined bedroom things and they felt them?”

“I think they felt what I did. Earlier, when I did it on accident, they saw what I was imagining. They didn’t feel anything.” I explained.

Marius nodded. “You haven’t really learned how to project the feeling with the imagining. You’re working with the feelings you know, not the ones you can imagine.”

“And I wasn’t looking at them. I was in the bathroom when I did that to Victor.” I admitted.

“It’s more powerful if you can see them. It makes it easier to focus the feelings. Try this, I want you to look at me, then focus on the feeling of being slapped by Daniel Darknight. Instead of it being you, I want you to imagine it being me.” He said.

I did what he instructed. I looked at Marius and imagined him trapped in the cell, begging to be released, like I was. I remembered Daniel slapping me so fast I couldn’t even see it. I could see Marius reacting like I did. Being knocked to the ground hard with a yelp.

“Perfect.” He grinned as the vision faded. “Try it again with a different feeling, something you can picture easily.”

This time I thought of the biggest, warmest hug I’d ever gotten. I imagined Marius being wrapped in the arms of someone who cared for him and held tightly. I almost smiled at the image.

“That was much stronger.” Marius murmured. “You don’t like the idea of hurting me. I understand, you’re a sweet and caring girl. Now I want you to think of something you’ve never felt before. I want you to focus on my eyes. Imagine what it might be like to be stabbed in the stomach.”

With a nod, I thought of what cutting was like then married that feeling with being punched in the stomach. I figured it was a mixture of the two. I imagined the sudden impact of the knife, the slip of it into a soft stomach, the way it might feel like a sharp pain as the blade went through everything.

When I came out of my imagining, Marius was grasping his stomach. I leaned forward and put my hand on his arm. He smiled proudly.

“That almost felt exactly like being stabbed in the stomach. You have a wonderful imagination. Let’s take a break. I think we should practice every day. I want you to call me after your dinner and I’ll come to train you with this. I knew you were going to be a powerful vampire. I’m so proud of you, Echo.” Marius hugged me.

“You said that before. I don’t understand.” I mumbled into his shoulder.

“Most vampires can sense the power level of other vampires. I am a little more adept, like my other colleagues in the High Council. It’s something you get better at with age. I had the sense that you were weakened, but powerful when I met you. I didn’t get my traveling ability until I was about a thousand years old. I can travel to any place I’ve been before.

When telephones came into fashion, I found I could travel to the location of any person who contacted me over the phone. It was very unfortunate for the man who made the first call that angered me.

The way you communicate telepathically, is not an ability any living vampire has. We can only communicate with those bonded to us. Our servants, our spouses, our Solus Amors, and any we create a blood bond with. You seem to be able to communicate with anyone you focus on.” He explained.

“I can’t hear anyone, though.” I said.

“Talk with Bellamy. She can help with return communication. Rogues do not have the ability to mind link with anyone except their mates. She may be able to give you tips on that.”

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