“It seems like you’ve been busy in the short time that I’ve been gone,” he said in his smooth, velvety voice. Even his manner of clothing was different to mine. I preferred to be somewhat fashionable–he enjoyed dressing like a boring middle-aged man only now figuring out that he could have more than one color in his wardrobe. I wondered how much of that was Galador’s fault considering I was near certain he had been dressing him for as long as I could remember.
“I wouldn’t call myself busy, rather the opposite. I’ve been rather bored,” I said honestly pushing away the woman who was still trying to cling to me for more. Humans were so weak in their resolve. As soon as they get a little bite, boom they’re jacked up on endorphins and want more until they are bled dry. Of course, I could control that if I wanted. You could make the experience as sensational or as traumatizing for them. “Get off me,” I said pushing her to the side. She flopped to the ground giddy. She began to lick at her own wound. I scrunched my face up. “Filthy little wench,” I rasped.
Amell just watched me, as he always did with those calculating blue eyes. He never looked at me predatory like. After I killed our father, the realization that I was considerably stronger overshadowed how people acted around me. In a sick and twisted way his murder answered their silent questions. Amell was built for paperwork and I was best for killing. He wouldn’t dare raise a hand or argue against me, he was too calculating for that. I wished he would though, which was why I tormented him so much. I wanted to see how my big brother would play with me.
“I’ve been advised that you’ve taken interest in one of the human wall watchers,” he began. He continued to stare at me. I was certain that my brother would be the champion of staring competitions. “And that you allowed her to kill one of our own in these very walls and you killed another eight who pursued her afterwards?”
One of the men on the floor moaned. Amell’s eyes diverted to him in disgust for disrupting him. I let out a sigh. Someone was in a poopy mood. I clicked at the servant who silently stood against the wall. He creeped from the shadows and began tumbling the humans out. Within seconds they were gone. The door clicked behind him leaving my wishy-washy boring brother and me alone. Well thank God I had my dinner before this little meltdown.
“Galador is such a snitch.” I grabbed a silk napkin and wiped the few droplets of blood that was around my mouth. “I didn’t kill any vampires. Wait no, that’s a lie. I only killed one. And that was after I told them not to pursue Sasha. And then six of them killed each other. And then Sasha killed the last one. In all fairness its rather shameful that a tiny human can kill so many. They were meant for the grave if a little human can-”
“Kyran! I am trying to create order here!” He said cutting me off. I charmed a smile. Maybe this would turn into something of a fight.
“Order has always been your monopoly brother. Not mine.”
He tsked me and began to pace making me near nauseous on a full belly. “You know that there is a world beyond these walls that could destroy the very future we are trying to create for ourselves,” he began with his usual speech.
“It’s so boring, Brother. Instead of hiding ourselves amongst the few kingdoms surrounding us, we should be ransacking them and taking the entirety of this world. I don’t understand what’s so hard to comprehend about that.” We had for the longest of times acknowledged that there was a world beyond the one that we lived in. There was a parallel world of different origin, where humans lived alone without our kind. This place of our existence was not our final destination, we just had to figure out how to enter the new world. Until then, we were stuck in our own dome like existence and small terrain that had us fighting over land and resources.
That was the focus of my father and brother’s time, to tactfully migrate into the new world ‘safely.’ Not mine, I found the whole process rather boring and would rather bust through and announce myself as their new Fairy Godfather.
“You know it’s not that easy!” Amell growled frustrated. It was the embarrassment of his team to have not yet figured out how to escape into this otherworld. Sure, we had to go where the humans and livestock were. But everything had to be done ‘safely.’ What if we couldn’t survive there? What if it was so vastly different? What if we would combust upon walking through the magical gates? Blah Blah. Whine. They were no closer to finding where the entrance was let alone the precautionary of such a mission.
We were so limited in our thinking and ability to get there. It was such a fantasy if it were even real. The story of this world had begun and was passed down from the humans claiming that they had been abducted and brought to this place. That was going back to before a time any of us could remember. Few humans had slipped in throughout the years wearing strange clothes and with no understanding of our world or how they came to be. They thought themselves dead and in Hell. Who knew, maybe this was their Hell. So, it made me beg the question why we weren’t overthrowing and taking the major throne? I had no care to be a king of such a place but I did want to fight and kill to get there. We either conquered here or skipped into a new world with a bigger challenge and more livestock to shed through.
“I’m just saying there is no guarantee you or I will live for that long, Brother, so we might as well enjoy the time that we have,” I said. We very rarely spoke between ourselves of the new world. We viewed it differently. To believe in something that we had never seen. He took a seat across from me and crossed his legs in contemplation. My brother cared too much about the meaning of our existence. We were monsters. That was it. Nothing more. Top of the food chain. We didn’t need to think any further in the matter and how we came about.
He grunted to change the subject. “This new fascination of yours, the wall watcher–”
“Sasha,” I interrupted to correct him. I had recently upgraded her from toy to thing with a name. He watched me cautiously for a moment longer. He was probably surprised that I remembered the title of another living creature for once. I didn’t much care for remembering people’s names because usually they were boring.
“Is it Sasha Pierce?” He asked very calculated.
“Why, yes Big Brother, that’s my little mouse. Do you know her?” I asked for the first time, very interested in what my brother had to say during this conversation.
“I’ve worked with her father closely a few times. I keep reports on them, specifically the daughter after the incident with his wife,” he said ominously. It was an oppressive side to my brother. He really nailed the solitary lone soldier act. He pointed at me when I didn’t change my expecting expression for him to continue with the story. “Of which I already told you the details twenty years ago. But of course, you weren’t listening. This is why I stopped conversing with you on such matters!”
“Well yes, I’m sure you said it in an uninteresting way, but now I’m interested.” I prompted him to continue.
“The girl is strange,” he said in a different thought.
“Yes, I’m aware.” And yet that oddity had my cock throbbing at the thought. The vision of her steely like gaze had me stroking my bottom lip. I thought about the way she shot that arrow at me, ahh. I dropped to my knees and held my brother’s hands. I looked up at him adoringly for the answers that I wanted. “Tell me more.”
He shook his head unamused by my theatrics. He threw off my hand and looked away, disgusted. “Her mother was a scientist. Her result was experimenting on Sasha and other children who watch the wall in Sashsa’s team. She had an ideal to mix vampire with human. Not like we would turn a human. She wanted to craft humans who could match the speed and stamina of vampires. She had an ideal to take back humanity with these–Hunters.
When Sasha’s father discovered the live experiments, he reported it to me immediately. When we were to catch her, she had disappeared. No one knows where she went to this day. We considered killing the children but with madness came results. The children were different, stronger, and faster. So now they work at the wall under our rule an
d thumb. We watch them closely to make sure that there is no uprising of her mother’s ideals. Our own have been studying them ever since.”
I hummed over that. How fascinating. So little Sasha was her mother’s personal Guinea pig. How illusive. And I would say that little Sasha darling was far more than a teeny tiny bit stronger and faster. She could match the speed of vampires rather exceptionally. “Is that where the scar came from?” I asked envisioning the jagged scar that ran down her neck.
“I don’t know about any scar,” he added. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen her father. I might call upon him in the next few days for a report on any changes. Strange that she would come here herself. She’s never been in the castle to address me personally before.”
“Well you talk to dear old daddy while I try to fuck his daughter,” I said patting his hand and standing up to leave. That’s all I needed to know; the angle of the chat was starting to turn into a serious notion. My brother always got a glaze about him when he was being serious.
“Don’t you want to know how my visit with Calabar went?” he asked as I went to leave. Calabar was a broody vampire and boring. He wasn’t a King but was a leader to a large group of rogues and bandits outside the wall. My brother wanted to make sure that if necessary, he had reinforcements if Oppollo would try to overthrow him in the next few months. So much sitting around and waiting because of he said, she saids.
“Unless we are going to war with someone tomorrow, I don’t care,” I said honestly and made way for the door. Until then, I still had an unquenchable thirst that not even draining five humans could nullify. The predatory side of me wanted to yet again go on a hunt. And with night upon me once again, I couldn’t think of anything better than to take my new pet out for a stroll.
Into the Wild they Stroll
I had once read of a romantic notion that a boy threw pebbles at a girl’s window to endearingly grab her attention during the night. She was inundated with surprise and then glee that he had thought of her and come to see her unannounced. I could woo Sasha with such a human notion. I stood outside her window with pebble in hand. “Now if I just gently throw this.” I flicked it with as little force as I could. The small rock chipped through and smashed the window into obliteration with consequential force. A booby trap was triggered, and arrows shot out of the wall from eleven different directions.
I skidded left and right dodging them in the fun of the game. Well hot damn, was this woman overly cautious when it came to security. After avoiding the barrage of arrows that were meant to murder me, I looked up and met her stealthy brown eyes through the broken window. She held a gun poised in my direction, unimpressed. She could fire as many of those arrows as she wanted, and it wouldn’t do a damn thing. Maybe amateur vampires but not me.
“What do you want Kyran?” She asked irritated and put the gun down.
“I was just passing through the neighborhood randomly,” I said circling my finger and admiring my surroundings. “And thought perhaps you’d like to take a walk outside the walls with the most handsome vampire you’ve ever laid eyes on?” I was certain she couldn’t resist. I knew that she wanted nothing more than to see outside and past the walls. She wouldn’t have asked for an audience and permission otherwise. I was curious as to whether her pride would hold her back from taking hold of my generous opportunity.
She was wearing a short sleeve shirt and black underwear. No lace. Entirely boring but the cream of her legs made me consider another proposition. Why go outside the walls when we could stay in. And when I say in, I mean inside of her. She huffed in disapproval as if having read my mind. Her hair wasn’t in its usual poised pinned back ponytail. It was messy like a wild animal. An untamed mane that was entirely appropriate for this beast of a woman. “Or perhaps I could come join you in that cold apartment beside that cold beating heart of yours? Maybe I could warm you up from the inside?”
“Is this anything but a game to you?” She asked, pissed off now. How I loved to see that glow of hatred simmer on her face. Because hatred was the definition of passion. Both were wild and irrational. I knew it would be only a matter of time until I could convert that dire need to kill me to transfix into the desire to fuck me. I’d never had to wait this long before, it was all rather exhilarating.
“Everything is but a game, Darling. Play with me?” I purred, reaching out my hand to her in dramatic flare and welcoming gesture. “Or I will take what I desire forcefully.” My charming threat didn’t force her to deter that steely gaze.
“I could kill you; you know? Actually end your existence,” she said with absolute certainty. I scoffed and laughed looking around to see if anyone else was here to listen to the hilarious joke she had made. Of course, no one else was around. Just us. No, I doubted little Sasha had many friends in her neighborhood with an attitude like that. Nobody even stirred at the commotion from the mass shooting of arrows that had come my way. When I honed in on my hearing, I noted Sasha Darling still only had two fellow humans’ hearts beating. My, those must have been daring tenants.
“Didn’t you want to go beyond the walls? I thought I would permit your little request without the rest of your little classmates to tag along. Come and play with teacher for a little bit,” I said with a creepy suggestive smile. No matter what I said or insisted on her, this woman didn’t shudder in fear or budge in submission. If anything, her venomous tongue that I permitted to speak, rapidly spat back. “I won’t leave here.”
“I will howl all night if I have to,” I added in splendid humor. I was not one to lose games. Ever.
She seethed under her breath and receded back into the shadows of her home. Minutes later she came out the front door with her long golden hair tied up. Always the military enforcer. She wore black leather pants with a few weapons strapped to her thighs including the usual two swords strapped to her back.
“Oh, you won’t need those Darling, I’ll protect you of course,” I said to antagonize her. I knew full well that Sasha Pierce could look after herself. Well, she would die trying to do so.
“I was considering sharpening them on your tongue,” she replied. I howled out a laugh at her deadpan humor. When, oh when would I have this woman smile and laugh at me? Did she cackle as wickedly as I imagined her to? Could she moan as softly as I desired her to? My cock twitched at the thought. I was entirely transfixed by this little mouse. The entirety of my attention was fixated on her. Her scent swallowed me whole and I lavished in the smell with desire. I clenched my hands into fists acquiring restraint from reaching out to grab her. Control was not my strongest playing card and yet I wanted to toy with this new pet for as long as I could. Sooner or later I would likely accidently break it like all the others. So, for now I would enjoy the play.
“Why are you doing this?” She asked. “You know we aren’t allowed to leave without permission.” I strolled at a tremendously slow and human pace to keep up with hers. I wondered if she was purposefully walking at such a slow pace in hopes that I would become fed up and leave her before we even made it to the wall. She was so cunning in many ways.
“Is that the generosity you should be showing towards the very man that is giving you exactly what you want? I believe a thank you is in order.”
“I don’t see you as a man,” she corrected. I chuckled.
“You will when I’m ten inches deep inside of you.” I could hear the change in her heartbeat, until that steely control of hers held the reins once again. When she spoke, neither her tone nor body gave away any such inclination. If it weren’t for the added benefits of being a vampire with sensitive hearing, I wouldn’t have been any wiser to how she reacted at the mention of my ten-inch cock. Oh, how my tightly controlled little human didn’t like to give anything away.
“I would never let you fucking come ten miles near me,” she said. I chuckled at that. Listening to my little Sasha say filthy words was nothing short of a tease.
“You’re only human my Dear; Curiosity is what both makes and destroys y
our kind. You’ll want a taste and when you do, there will be no going back.” I purred adamantly looking down on her from the corner of my eye. She would come to the dark side. Someone who already had a monstrous nature within them was a ticking time bomb in this world. Power always thirsted for power. “It’s inevitable.”
“Do you know what the downfall of your kind is?” She asked rhetorically.
“Our good looks and charm that can’t be overlooked?” I replied earnestly.
“Your arrogance of superiority will be your downfall. It’ll kill you all,” she said deadpan. I hummed at that as if contemplating. Wow, she was intense. I wondered if she knew what the term ‘flirting’ meant.
“My Darling, it was humans who had crumbled because of their own oversite and short measures. Don’t ever forget that you’re guarding our walls and are our livestock. You were arrogant to believe that you could ever fight back–even with your technology.” I hope this conversation ends.
“Or maybe you’re nothing but an experiment built from humans in the other world which is why we’ve been cornered off into this plane. Maybe you’re all being controlled without even realizing it,” she responded as we neared the wall. I side eyed her again. Well this seducing thing went very philosophical quick. Most knew about the parallel world we lived in, but this was the only existence many of us knew. Did their world know about vampire’s existence? Were they as technologically advanced as us? My brain fried and I scoffed at her. How dare she make me think this far ahead. I had no foresight, nor did I care until it was something I could strangle in front of me. She was an idealist just like Amell. Why was I so cursed?
“I don’t care for ‘how we came to be’ conversations Sasha. They’re rather boring.”
“It’s because you’re so short-sighted,” she seethed. I looked at her and noticed that her gaze was on the wall. No, beyond the wall picturing something that she so direly wanted. I looked at it and raised my eyebrows in dramatic consideration. Two soldiers stood on their post on alert by our approach to the side gate.
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