Immortals After Dark 03 - No Rest for the Wicked

Blachmount Manor , Estonia
    September 1709

    T wo of my brothers are dead, Sebastian Wroth thought, staring up from the floor as he fought to keep from writhing in pain. Or half-dead.
    All he knew was that they’d returned from the battlefront... wrong.
    Every soldier came back changed by the horrors of war—he himself had—but Sebastian’s brothers were altered.
    Nikolai, the eldest, and Murdoch, the next eldest, had finally returned home from the Estonian-Russian border. Though Sebastian could hardly believe it, they must have left behind the war that still raged between the two countries.
    An angry storm boiled, lashed inland from the nearby Baltic Sea, and out from the torrents of rain, the two strode into Blachmount Manor. Their soaked hats and coats stayed on. The door remained open behind them.
    They stood motionless, stunned.
    Before them, spread throughout the main hall, was the carnage that used to be their family. Four sisters and their father were dying of plague. Sebastian and their youngest brother Conrad lay battered and stabbed among them. Sebastian was still conscious. Mercifully, the rest weren’t, not even Conrad, though he still hissed with pain.
    Nikolai had dispatched Sebastian and Conrad home to protect them mere weeks ago. Now all were dying.
    The Wroths’ ancestral home of Blachmount had proved too tempting a lure to marauding bands of Russian soldiers. Last night, the soldiers had attacked, seeking the rumored riches here as well as the food stores. While defending Blachmount against dozens of them, Sebastian and Conrad had been beaten and then stabbed through the gut—but not killed. Nor had the rest of the family been injured by them. Sebastian and Conrad had held the soldiers off just long enough for them to realize the home was plague-stricken.
    The invaders had run, leaving their swords where they’d plunged them...
    As Nikolai stood over Sebastian, water dripped from his long coat and mingled with Sebastian’s congealing blood on the floor. He cast Sebastian a look so raw that for a moment Sebastian thought that he was disgusted with him and Conrad for their failure—as disgusted as Sebastian himself was.
    And Nikolai didn’t understand the half of it.
    Sebastian knew better, though, knew Nikolai would shoulder this burden as he had all others. Sebastian had always been closest to his oldest brother, and he could almost hear Nikolai’s thoughts as though they were his own: How could I expect to defend a country, when I could not protect my own flesh and blood?
    Sadly, their country of Estonia had fared no better than this family. Russian soldiers had stolen harvests in the spring, then salted and scorched the earth. No grain could be coaxed from the soil, and the countryside starved. Weak and gaunt, the people had easily succumbed when plague broke out.
    After recovering from their shock, Nikolai and Murdoch drew away and conferred in harsh whispers, pointing at their sisters and father as they debated something.
    They did not seem to be discussing Conrad, unconscious on the floor, or Sebastian himself. Had the younger brothers’ fates already been decided?
    Even in his delirium, Sebastian understood that somehow the two had been changed—changed into something his fevered mind could scarcely comprehend. Their teeth were different—their canines were longer, and the brothers seemed to bare them in fury and dread. Their eyes were fully black, yet they glowed in the shadowy hall.
    As a boy, Sebastian had listened to his grandfather’s tales of fanged devils that lived in the nearby marshes.
    Vampiir.
    They could disappear into thin air and reappear at will, traveling easily that way, and now, through the still-open doorway, Sebastian spied no sweat-slicked horses outside, tethered in haste.
    They were baby snatchers and blood drinkers who fed on humans as if they were cattle. Or, worse, they turned humans into their kind.
    Sebastian knew his brothers were now among those cursed demons—and he feared they sought to damn their entire family as well.
    “Do not do this thing,” Sebastian whispered.
    Nikolai heard him from too far across the room and strode to him. Kneeling beside him, he asked, “You know what we are now?”
    Sebastian nodded weakly, staring up in disbelief at Nikolai’s black irises. Between gasping breaths, he said, “And I suspect that... I know what you contemplate.”
    “We will turn you and the family as we were turned.”
    “I will not have