Chapter 2 - Aaron: A Vampire Hunter's Tale Book 1

Over the next several days, the Dark Ones went on a spree that left many homes missing loved ones, a few of whom would return in nights to come to other homes nearby to make their own claims. And as each day went by, Aaron became more and more concerned, not just about the welfare of his own family and Kian’s but of Aislyn’s as well.

One afternoon, while working next to his granddad to clean the potatoes they’d just gathered, he decided to broach the one topic he was forbidden to discuss. At this point, it seemed like it just might be a matter of life or death.

“Granddad, can I ask you a question?” he asked as he brushed the sod from the brown vegetable.

“I think you just did,” his granddad replied, smiling at him through several missing teeth.

Aaron laughed only slightly at his grandfather’s attempt at humor. His heart was heavy. “I mean, I’d like to ask you a question, though I’m afraid you might get upset.”

“Why would I get upset?” the older man asked, stopping his task and looking at his grandson with concern. “Have you ever known your granddad to raise his voice?”

While the answer was yes, on occasion, Aaron knew that wasn’t what he was expected to say. “No, Granddad.”

“Well, then what is it, lad?”

Aaron cleared his throat and studied the potato bin. “Granddad, I’ve a friend I’m worried about. I’m afraid I don’t know much about the… agreement, and I was wondering if you could tell me if she might be safe.” He glanced up at his granddad and waited to see if it was safe to proceed.

Ferris adjusted in his seat. In a cautious tone, he said, “You know it is forbidden to discuss such matters.”

Nodding, Aaron said, “I have heard. I just… didn’t know what else to do.”

There was silence for a long while as the grandfather seemed to contemplate the question. After a bit, he asked, “What is the name?”

A lump in his throat prevented a hasty response. Eventually, Aaron managed, “O’Malley.”

“Which O’Malley, lad? There is more than one O’Malley family in Killarney.”

Though Aaron knew that, he wasn’t sure it would matter. He was a bit embarrassed to answer, as he hadn’t told his family about his affection for her, but eventually he said, “Aislyn, Granddad. Her name is Aislyn.”

His forehead creased, and he scratched the top of his balding head. “Aislyn O’Malley?” he questioned. “I’m not sure which one she is. Who is her father?”

“He was called Colin before he passed away,” Aaron explained. “Seana O’Malley was her great-aunt.”

“Oh, that’s right. Renny’s niece,” the old man nodded. “Beautiful girl.”

Aaron said nothing, only stared at his grandfather, blue eyes narrowed in anticipation.

“Well, my boy, if I’m not mistaken,” he began in a softer voice than Aaron had heard in a while, “it is the Seamus O’Malley family, the one that lives near the base of Mount Torc, that is protected as members of the Order.”

ame sick to his stomach. The idea that Aislyn could truly be in danger was enough to make

, Aaron. I’m sorry. We have an agreement. It

ould feel the anger building up inside of

ke his head, and his complacency was enough to make Aaron w

his mother approaching behind him. “Aaron? What’s the matte

r. “We were just talking about some important mat

, “Will you take these inside to Genty? She and Channi

would not accept his granddad’s answer, but he wasn’t sure how to go about making a change either. And since he

s sister’s face fell. “Aaron? What ha

her or his brother. He set the basket down on the small table where they din

n?” she asked. “

d of the table, counting potatoes. He was thirteen, big and strong, n

plied, his fisted han

little brother.” She cleared her throat and went back to tending to the potatoes as she asked, “Are you going with

he would be safe, as would their children. While Aaron would not mind at all to see his sister, the thought of marriage, safety, children, and most of all, the agreement, made him angry again. “I think I sh

snoring from his bunk below them, and though his mother had just put her sewing aside and turned to her own cot a few minutes ago, he could tell by th

er at Channing who was also sound asle

ft, he felt her nod her head next to him. “Can

should he choose to do so. He’d been keeping his anger bottled up for so long, it seemed like letting it out might be too

ree. But I don’t know what we should do about it. I

continued, “so that maybe then

white teeth let him know she was sm

ted his eyes and resumed h

are so many people, and even though it seems as if they are taking more and more each

. “I cannot bear to think of it,” he said, feeling a tear in his eye, which he hoped

“I know, little brother. But it is the way

one he’d never heard before. Perhaps Genty would know its meaning. She was his best sister, his favorite of all, and he knew in his hear

“You mean, like those wh

day. I think it has something to do with the… them. I think t

re treading on thin ice, my love. I know that you are fearful for your friend, but I am certain that, if you pray for her each night, the Lord will look

t willing to risk saying more even if she did. With a sigh, he nestled his arm under his head and considered her words.

head hovering above the mat bu

y haven’t you ever marrie

ld you long ago. I love y

er as she rested her he

d the three of them. “Someday, when you are older and have built a home of your own with Aislyn

how lucky he was to have such a wonderful sister. At least he knew his Gen would a