In my sleep, my old mistress sought me out, spirit-projection at its best, in order to harass me for my recent kills of our kindred. I did my best to shut her out of my mind, even in the sleep of the undead, but her powers won out, and suddenly, we were linked mind to mind.
“What have you done, you hussy?” Ilyana hissed at me.
“What?” I feinted.
“You have turned vampire killer. Where will you sleep at dawn? Where will it be safe for you?”
“Vampire do not hunt in the day,” I said. It was the obvious, and it would infuriate her.
“No, but their ghouls don’t have to do so. So where will you sleep now that you have killed more of your kindred than I could shake a stake at?”
“Let them try. I am more powerful than any ghoul.” I was beginning to get pissed.
“True, but think it throw. If they could get to me with this message, what makes you think I couldn’t find you and kill you myself, childling?”
“Give a try, mistress. You’ll find me full of tiny surprises.”
“Do you think I would stoop so low as to take orders from a weepy-faced ghoul?” Ilyana yelled.
“What is it that you want from me?”
“I want you back with me. I want you at my side. We let pride split us from each other, but now it’s time to make amends. It’s time you come home.”
“I shall do as you command, but only under Covenant Order.”
“You evoke the old tradition? You do not trust me?”
“Long has it been since we have connived together. I would think it wise to invoke the Keepers of Order and Chaos before we too hot-headed hussies meet up.”
“Verily well. The invocation shall be made. What the time?”
“Tomorrow night when the moon rides the sky its peak.” I said.
“Verily well, and then the veil shall be lifted between us, and we shall make plans.”
“Deal,” I said, and with that, she released me, and closed my eyes to oblivion, thinking of all I must do to prepare.