Author's note:
All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in any sexual acts if their ages are not mentioned beforehand; are over 18 years of age. Enjoy.
Hi everyone,
Here it is, Chapter 4, sorry about the delay but at least I warned you about it. To all those people who sent emails to see if I was okay, thanks and sorry if I didn't email you back. This time of year is really busy for me both at work and in my social life which makes it hard to sit in front of my lap top. I will however endeavour to get the coming chapters out as soon as possible.
I hope you enjoy it.
Have fun.
Chapter 4
Temperance sat Bastion down in the kitchen that Friday, if they were going out tonight she needed to do something with his hair. She had taken care of his clothes, he now had a wardrobe full of new trendy clothes and looked hot in them, until you got to his hair, it let down the entire look she was trying to put together for him. She had also willed his suits back to the manor to keep the temptation of familiar clothes away.
The resulting fight when he realised what she had done had been a learning experience for them all. However once they had both cooled down he had admitted that he had over reacted, he was too set in his ways and that she needed to bear with him, as this was new for him. She turned around and said it was new for her as well; she had then gone onto explain that she didn't want to go out and people to think he was her father, or worse, her grandfather! He hadn't seen it that way and now that he did he was a lot more tolerant of her make over.
He had been dreading this day since she had begun his makeover, he was a little afraid of what she was going to do after seeing some of the styles around the campus.
"Don't look so frightened..." She told him, "Hi Sky, hi Jasmine." She said her eyes not leaving her mate.
"How do you do that?" Sky said as she and Jasmine walked into the room.
"Smell and sound." Temperance answered simply. "That and Thais said you would rock up right about now."
Sky turned to Jasmine, "do you ever feel inadequate with them around?" She asked Jasmine who simply nodded.
"Hi we haven't met yet..." Jasmine said having noticed Bastion. She thought she had met everyone who lived in the house at the house warming but she knew he hadn't been present.
"This is Bastion," Temperance introduced, "my mate." She continued in an adoring tone.
"He's so old..." Jasmine said before she could stop herself. Sky hit her to shut her up.
Temperance frowned, "how old are you?" She asked her mate suddenly.
Bastion thought for long moments as he quickly went back counting years, for some immortals the years tended to blur, but not for him, he remembered clearly. "Three thousand two hundred and ninety four... give or take." He added as his childhood was a little blurred, he hadn't counted years but seasons, since he was born in winter he had counted the winters.
"When you are immortal," Serenity said joining them, "age becomes irrelevant after the first... thousand years."
"Which makes me wonder why Nathanael is so evasive about his age, he is only five hundred and twelve years old." Bastion said with a shrug.
"Oh... he is a young immortal." Thais said as he walked into the room, "that might be why he doesn't wish to talk about it, he prefers the mystery, he'll get over it."
"Young immortal?" Sky questioned.
"Oh yeah." Temperance nodded, "the oldest immortal Were ever is Lupa, then there is Ghan, Ghost and Bastion, those that we know of. Then the rest, that we know of, are all young immortals under a thousand years basically. Nathanael, Nancy, Da, ma, Aunt Cass, Aunt Susan, Electra, Mayhem, Alanna, Sage, Maddie, Ash, Keira, Sasha, us three and Gwynt."
"Wait... I read somewhere that immortals were meant to be rare." Sky stated.
Serenity nodded, "Yep... meant to be, see for a while there was a pattern, back when Lupa was still young there was perhaps one immortal born every couple thousand years..."
"But you need to know that there are shades of immortality." Thais slid in quickly. "Temperance listed true immortals... those who can be blown to pieces and reform their bodies. Vampires... they can be killed... it's hard but possible, Elves... some of them can die... it's hard but possible, it's the same for many other of the races, hard but possible. Immortal was the only word that people could come up with when it came to explain the fact that certain people that they knew weren't aging or that people have tried to kill but they kept on coming back." He gestured for Serenity to continue.
"Okay so one immortal every couple of thousand years... maybe. Then the pattern was maybe an immortal every four hundred to a thousand years. The pattern however was shattered in two generations, see our father, Electra, Alanna and Mayhem, four immortals in one generation, it freaked a lot of people out. Then one generation later and there were more immortals born, Sage, Maddie, us three and Gwynt, and those are the immortals we know of." Serenity finished.
"So what about the others you listed?" Jasmine asked.
"Nancy was born two generations earlier and is half fae, so she instantly gets ignored as all fae, even half fae, are true immortals." Serenity explained.
"Your mother?" Sky asked.
"Well... technically she hasn't been born yet." Thais explained, he noted their confused looks at his statement. "Complicated, just accept it and forget." He told them.
"Accept the fact that the president... the woman who gave birth to you... hasn't been born yet?" Sky asked, "so if she hasn't been born yet how are you here."
"Time is a complicated thing, ma was born in the distant future on a completely different world." Serenity explained.
"Your ma is an ALIEN!" Jasmine exclaimed somewhere between shocked and delighted.
Thais gave his sister a dirty look, if she had kept her mouth shut they wouldn't have to try to explain this in terms they could understand.
Step on my foot next time,
Serenity told him.
I shouldn't have to step on your foot, you should know,
he replied.