The Angaran Chronicles: A Poor Girl - Benjamin Agar (historical books to read .txt) 📗

I am afraid.'

'Oh, really? I would never have guessed.'

'Yes, yes, there is no need for more sarcasm. Go, but do not be afraid to call if you need my aid, Hunter.'

With a nod, Jelcine melted into the shadows.

 

 

It didn't take her long to sense the presence too and a little while later she heard a voice. Someone talking to themselves. She couldn't make out what they said but she could tell it was full of manic rage and male, definitely male.

Jelcine clenched her jaw, she did not like this.

Sun streamed through the leaves ahead, indicating there was a clearing.

She didn't slow, though and the closer she got the more she could make out of the man's words.

'The little bitch. How dare she.'

It set Jelcine's teeth on edge and she peeked into the clearing.

It was a tall, well-built human male in his mid-forties. He was bald and wore a chequered shirt with jeans. He would've been handsome when he was younger, but had long gone to fat.

He paced in front of an old, badly made hut in the tiny clearing, his movements violent, jolting.

'I shouldn't have fucking told her,' he snarled. 'That little fucking bitch. Fuck. Fuck.'

The man rounded toward her, forcing Jelcine to pull herself back.

'The ungrateful little shit. The ungrateful little bitch. I shouldn't have told her about the vampire. The Hunter. Fuck.'

He raised his head to the sky.

'Jaroai,' he roared. 'How could you do this to me?'

'Jaroai doesn't exist,' said Jelcine as she stepped out.

The man started.

'This is all on you, you sick fuck.' she said.

'Who the fuck are you?'

'You know exactly what I am.'

He flinched in realisation. 'You're that Hunter. The one who killed that vampire.'

'I am,' said Jelcine. 'And that means you've gotta choose your next answer carefully, kidnapper.'

'Kidnapper? I ain't no kidnapper.'

'Where's the girl's father? Did you kill him?'

'I'm her father.'

That took Jelcine off guard.

'What?'

'Give me back my girl,' He snarled. 'You're the damn kidnapper. Fucking bitch.'

Jelcine's eyes widened as the realisation hit her. 'She wasn't...she wasn't asking me to save her daddy. She was asking me to save her from him.'

The man just looked at her, blinking like the simpleton he was.

'You hit her in the head when she tried to escape,' said Jelcine.

'The little bitch. She was scared because of the vampire so I told her about you. And that you'd killed it. Ungrateful. It's because of you. I'm her, father she belongs to me! And-'

Jelcine dashed the distance between them in an instant and her fist smashed into his ribs. She felt one snap. And he was sent flailing into the dirt.

The man screamed but he was back on his feet with surprising speed. He threw a hook for her face. Jelcine leaned back from it and slapped aside his following jab. She weaved his straight punch then caught his wrist. Snapping it with a twist.

He howled and the howl turned into a gurgle as she covered his throat with an arm and shoved him against the wall, pinning him.

'She doesn't belong to anyone,' she snarled and in a blaze of white light, she held her axe. 'The reason no one recognised her was because you keep her here, locked up. Like a fucking slave. Didn't you? Didn't you?'

The man writhed, he gasped and gaped like a landed fish.

'What have you been doing to her, you sick fuck? Why else would you keep her in secret like this?'

Jelcine brought up her axe.

'Hunter,' an authoritative voice called, causing her to pause, she turned. The priest approached from the forest, hands raised. 'Stop.'

'You said you would help if I called you.'

'Yes, I am guilty of a lie, I am only human.'

'Did you hear what this sick fuck said?'

'I did, but you cannot kill him.'

'Why not? He deserves it. And don't go on that it's not Jaroai's will or that crap.'

'I will not. But no he does not,' he said. 'I know this man, his name is Geoge he seemed like a good man. A pillar of the town.'

'So fucking what? Who cares?'

'I do, all of us do,' said the priest. 'If you just kill him you are sparing him. It is the easy way out.'

Jelcine laughed. 'Bullshit. Just when I thought you priests of Jaroai couldn't be any more full of shit.'

'No, it is the truth. Give him to the Rule Enforcers, allow him to see the anger it causes the community. Let him suffer the indignity and humiliation of what he's done. Suffer through the consequences of his actions. If you kill him now, he will be spared that.'

'What happened to the whole burning in hell thing you idiots pontificate?'

'I...I don't know what that means. But you don't believe in that, do you? I won't judge you for it, I am not Camarian. Most of us in Isstarrsia don't believe in executing non-believers just for not believing. Deep down you must wish for him to pay for his crimes and know it. So please. Don't kill him.'

The man's face was turning blue now, the fingers of his good hand scratching at her arm.

With a snarl, Jelcine stepped away and he slumped to the grass, gasping, clutching at his neck.

'Good, you made the right choice, Hunter,' said the priest.

Jelcine let out a roar and kicked the man in the chest, sending him spinning off the ground and smashing against the wall. His agonised shriek was almost deafening.

'That's enough,' the priest said.

'Yes, yes it is,' said Jelcine. 'Just enough.'

'Understandable. Now if you can just wait here I will go back to the town and get the Rule

Enforcement officers to carry him to the, to the-'

He was interrupted by Jelcine picking up the large man with one hand then slinging him over her shoulder as though he were a child.

'Come on,' she said while walking past the gaping priest. 'We've got justice to serve.'

 

Chapter 5

Jelcine stood on the verandah of the doctor's building. Her large green staring eyes up at the clear, night sky. She was lost in thought. She wasn't the type for introspection, things were either black or white. Right and wrong. She'd always believed that ever since she was a neophyte. Her teachers had tried to teach her to see in shades of grey, to understand why people did bad things, why the mindless masses needed their Jaroai. Why they needed to waste their time in churches, talking to the man in the sky.

To empathise. How could she empathise with such idiots?

She was pushing seventy now but she still looked in her early twenties, her lifespan extended due to the Ritual. But she was still vampire hunting when most Hunters her age were transferred to the more complex jobs. They were infiltrators, spies, assassins.

Jelcine had never cared. This was what she wanted, killing evil rogue vampires. It wasn't always easy, but it was simple. Maybe that was the reason she wasn't promoted? She refused to see the grey.

Jelcine sighed and cracked her neck. She was getting tired of it, tired of the bullshit.

'You did the right thing,' said the priest as he approached. 'Do not look so sad, Hunter. He will face justice.'

'I never thought I would ask this, priest,' she said. 'But why?'

He smiled and stood next to her, leaning on the handrail.

'Holklon.'

'What?'

'My name is Holklon,' he said and held out his hand.

Jelcine smiled back and shook his hand. 'Jelcine.'

Holklon sniggered. 'Maybe one day, you will tell me your real name.'

'Maybe,' she said with a shrug.

Holklon sighed. 'Geoge came to our town three years back. Even since then I knew he had a secret-'

'Why didn't you look into it?'

'Because everyone has their secrets, Jelcine, some greater than others and I will admit he had me fooled he seemed like a good man-'

'You should've-'

'I should've done a lot of things. If I had been more zealous, over zealous like many of my colleagues and barged down his door. I would've saved the girl years ago. Don't you think I know that? But if I did that with everyone who I suspected had a secret in this town, there would be no doors left in the town. He had a wife, a sweet woman and they went to my services every week. Geoge attended the gatherings, helped in the community. And he did so, even after his wife died.'

'How did she die?'

'Cancer, a year back. Jaroai bless her soul,' he said, making the sign of the eight-pointed star with a quick, crinkled hand.

Jelcine clenched her jaw. 'I talked to the doctor. He said that she had...bruises, bad ones...low ones.'

Holklon swallowed, his eyes falling for a second.

'I should've killed the fuck,' said Jelcine. 'I should've torn his fucking head off with my bare hands.'

'No, not even now.'

Jelcine laughed. 'You sound like my master.'

Holklon raised a bushy eyebrow. 'Master?'

She shook her head. 'Never mind. What's going to happen to her now?'

'I will take her to Savarth. There's an orphanage there, they will take her in. Look after her and-'

'No.'

'What?'

'Let me take her.'

'Why?'

'She's my responsibility. That's why, please, just trust me.'

'Jelcine...'

'Look, Holklon. I'm sorry I was rude to you before. You are a good man. A better human being than I am, and I know you care. But after the horrific shit she's been through there will not just be physical trauma but psychological too-'

'And they will-'

'They will try, Holklon. But we can heal it. We can make sure she will come out of this sane, happy, able to live a normal life. They helped me, after all I'd been through and now they will help her. They will make sure she'll be okay. Just, please trust me. Please.'

Holklon studied her for a long moment.

'You Hunters, you aren't just travelling mercenaries. Are you?'

'No.'

He sighed. 'I don't want to know. You are aware I could lose my priesthood for this?'

'I am and I'm sorry if you do.'

'Alright...alright. I will trust you, Jelcine. You can stay at the chapel until she is well enough to leave.'

'Thank you, Holklon. What's her name? Did her arsehole of a father bother to give her one?'

'Selleste. It's Selleste.'

Tears welled in Jelcine's eyes. 'Th-That's a beautiful name.'

'A beautiful name for a beautiful little girl.'

 

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