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Lover of Olde	By : SarahRae Category: A through F > Black Dagger Brotherhood Views: 1574 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to JR Wards BDB universe and I make no money by writing this.

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Chapter One:
Wrath sat at his ornate desk trying to absorb all the information he had just been given.
“So my brothers, according to the Scribe Virgin we are going to have a new brother soon, from the old country.”
“Why?” Rhage asked from his post leaning against the fireplace.
“He has been tasked to find one of the kheepers. Apparently a female pre-transition has been sensed in this area and he is her trahcker.”
“Who are kheepers and trahckers?” Butch questioned from his usual spot by V
“Kheepers are females gifted with the sight and the touch of memory. They absorb memories from important figures, once they reach their final century before the Fade, to record our history. Trahckers are their male protectors who then transcribe all the memories.” V explained.
“Apparently this female is the only one located here in the “new world” and the Scribe Virgin wants to start collecting our memories. Well done boys- we have been the most exciting group of brothers yet.” Wrath joking exclaimed.
“Does she know about your little monopoly game nights?” Z asked, a smirk on his damaged lips.
“You love it,” Rhage teased.
“Only when I can be the race car.”
“So who is this trahcker?” V asked
“His name is Mahlice.”
**
Mahlice pulled on his deer skin breeches, his linen shirt and hand crafted leather boots, after cleansing himself. He finished placing his belongings in his satchel and strapped his daggers and falchion at his waist. The Scribe Virgin would arrive shortly to personally escort him across the continents to his new Brothers and his kheeper.
Mahlice had been waiting over s century for his kheeper to be found, and his true purpose to begin. But now that she was so close he began to question his readiness. The elders had trained him, physically and mentally for the task, and deemed him ready, yet he had never been beyond the walls of the ancient monastery. All he knew was her name; Beatrice Vargas, daughter of the late trahcker Savhage, and she lived close to the Black Dagger Brotherhood.
He turned as a soft glow illuminated his cell in the old Brotherhood monastery, and dropped to his knee. His large body the same height as his tiny deity.
“Scribe Virgin.” He greeted in his deep voice.
“Come my trahcker, there is much for you to accomplish and dusk is upon Caldwell NY.”
Mahlice followed his creator into the Fade, to reappear in a very strange place indeed.
**
The Black Dagger Brotherhood, along with their respective shellans waited in the grand entry hall of their strong hold. None of them knew what to expect of their newest Brother, but they would welcome him with large open arms.
As the room filled with the Scibe Virgins glow, the assembled bowed their heads in reverence. Her small form hovered by the door, and through her light walk a very large figure.
Even for a warrior he was large. His frame nearly seven feet tall, his shoulders wide enough to nearly skim the doorway. His black hair framed a sharp edged face, his eyes, an unbelievable mix of swirling blue and green, took in the crowd come to welcome him.
The warriors all draped in black leather, their signature daggers strapped over their massive chests. On each of the their arms stood an array of beautiful women, whose soft welcoming smiles made him feel at ease.
He turned to the Blind king and his queen and bowed, “Greetings King Wrath, son of Wrath and greetings my queen, I thank you for you generous hospitality.”
“Please rise, we do not stand on much ceremony here.” Wrath said extending his large hand out to the new Brother. Mahlice reached forward and they clasped forearms.
“Welcome to our home Mahlice, I hope you will consider it yours as well.” Beth greeted.
“Thank you.”
“Come meet your Brothers,” Wrath announced and the men all came forward.
Later on, the whole company was in the large parlor. The women had made themselves busy with lying out food and playing with Nalla as the boys bonded.
“So do you know anything about your kheeper?” V asked Mahlice.
“Only that her name in Beatrice Vargas and she is the daughter of the late trahcker Savhage.”
“I will search local data bases to see if I can pin point her for you.” V offered.
“That is very kind, but I can search the local archives.”
“Archives? Brother where have you been?” Rhage asked.
“In the old trahcker monastery is my guess,” commented Phury
“Indeed, it was my home since my transition.”
“Is this your first time out?” Z asked his yellow eyes holding curiosity.
“Yes.” Mahlice answered.
“That explains a whole lot,” laughed Rhage.
“We are going to have to update your wardrobe a bit.” Butch commented taking in Mahlice’s rather medieval assemble.
“Not everyone has a designer fetish like you Cop.” Rhage joked
“Hey, just cause your jealous Hollywood,” V countered.
“But Butch is right my Brother, we need to get you some leathers and a firearm pronto.” Rhage continued.
“I suppose you are right, no need to draw extra attention to myself while I search for my kheeper.”
“Oh you will stand out no matter what.” Mary pipped in dropping off a tray of sandwiches and walking up to Rhage, wrapping her arms around his large frame.
“Men in these parts do not look like our kind, but we can have you look less like a Ren Fair escapee.” Beth joked bringing in pitchers of lemonade, and making the rest of the group laugh.
“Have no fear Mahlice, we will have you suited up and ready for the mean streets of New York in no time.” Butch promised.
**
Beatrice Vargas, or Bea to her few friends, was settling in for another night with her ancient manuscripts and chai tea.
Always the history nerd, it would not shock anyone who knew Bea to find her working to gain a Masters in Ancient World Studies from NYU, specializing in manuscript translation and preservation.
Currently she was working on the tribes of the Rhine region of northern Europe. Utterly fascinating, at least to her and Professor Wagner. Their social identity within both tribal and region boundaries was not what she had expected.
Hours later, Bea was in her usual sleeping position, curled up around her books and empty tea mug. She was entirely unaware of the faint scent of baby powder and the pale men prowling outside her five-floor studio walkup.
As her alarm sounded it’s piercing cry she rolled over her book to slap the thing silent. Stretching her chronic stiff neck she thought of all the research she had to get through. She was very lucky to get a fellowship but they expected a lot from her.
She shimmied into her thigh highs, a long black skirt and a jewel toned blouse. Her favorite black boots and a travel mug of tea completed her usual gear. She hiked her large leather satchel onto her slim shoulder and prepared for the bitter winter NY morning.
She hit the sidewalk and looked around, most of city was still waking up but she could not shake the feeling that she was being watched. She scanned the street, cars parked along the side, street lamps that had just gone out, nothing out of the ordinary.
Beatrice shock off the heebie-geebies and started the trek to the academic buildings.
As she headed off into the wind a blacked-out Cadillac rolled down its window. Inside the Omega’s number one henchman sat next to and unlikely ally.
“Is that the female you seek?” the sickly sweet smelling agent asked the large male.
“That is the daughter of Savhage, without a doubt. Once she makes her transition to a full kheeper I will claim her and all her mind shall be yours, the rest of her is mine.”
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A/N
Just a little idea that popped into my head- let me know if you think it has potential!
Cheers,
Sarah
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