An animai. A fucking animai. Has Zarseti lost her fucking mind?! How is that even remotely possible? This was meant to be a simple retrieval; how did this all happen?
I had sensed the newly made sanguidae as soon as they turned. As the first, I am connected to each and every one, so I can feel when another comes into being. A fact that shames and disgusts me to my core. They had someone guiding them, so I didn’t interfere right away, but once I knew their supposed leader was as dumb as a doornail with the traits of a serial killer, I knew I had to step in.
For thousands of years, I’ve managed to get to them before the Delegation could, but for once they beat me to it, but I never could have expected things to turn out this way. The moment I appeared; her scent overtook me. It nearly threw thousands of years of self-control out the window. Her scent was the most glorious thing I’ve ever smelt in my entire existence. She smelled of warm vanilla and orchids fresh on the vine at the peak of their bloom. Her blood sang to the curse that rages within me and the monster that I am craved nothing more than to sink my teeth into her flesh and taste her blood on my tongue. I knew if I did it would be the most divine thing I had ever tasted, but I resisted. Animai or not, I would not do that to her.
When I saw her for the first time I almost lost my resolve. She stood at 5’5”, her gorgeous frame dwarfed by my own. She had the most gorgeous mocha skin with glitters of gold. The way the gold in her skin reflected the sun she looked like a rare firefly, guiding me towards her like a moth to a flame. She had an adorable dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks and as her golden eyes looked upon me she was completely unaware of how my eyes were drawn to her thick full lips that were begging me to devour them. Her long thick black braids were tied up high in a ponytail and I will admit, her clothes did not make it difficult to envision what was hiding beneath. I could see the curve of her hips, the shape of her voluptuous ass and the fullness of her breasts. Everything inside me screamed to reach out and touch her and taste her, but I knew that would be a mistake.
Everything about her was like a siren, but it would be she who would be led to her doom. I am already condemned; I won’t drag her with me. For Zarseti to pair her to me, to pair anyone to me is an act of cruelty I cannot forgive, and she will answer for what she has done. That I can promise. I never thought leaving someone could be so unbearably painful and yet it was, but I have my responsibilities. Responsibilities that run deeper than some trick from a Goddess.
The sanguidae from today are lost and confused, consumed by their hunger, and being led into a dark pit that some never come out of because of one sanguidae on a power trip. Honestly, I would love to rip the little shit's heart out, but Zarseti – once again in her supposed divine wisdom – gave the psychopath an animai and for that sweet girl’s sake, the fucker gets to live. For now.
As I appear inside the safe house I use to give rogue sanguidae sanctuary, I look at the six new additions around me. Four are writhing in inexplicable pain - a result of cadmium from the smell of it - while their leader remains unconscious, and the sweet girl Amber stays close comforting him. Despite this curse that has befallen her, her sweetness still shines through. Perhaps if they complete the bond it might rub off on the prick, at the very least it might tame his hunger. I have seen animai bonds make sanguidae become more controlled once the bond is completed. Maybe that’s what Zarseti had in mind for me, but if that’s the case, she’s an idiot. I’m not like any of them and she knows that.
I snap my fingers placing the wounded into a state of unconsciousness. I decide it would be best to let their wounds heal naturally; teach them a valuable lesson that they’re not as indestructible as they think they are, but I don’t want them to suffer. With another snap of my fingers, I send their bodies to respective bedrooms to sleep.
Young Amber looks up at me with shock. Despite her blood-red eyes, she has a very innocent face. Narrow jaw, doe eyes, button nose and brown hair just past her shoulders. She’d make quite the honey trap. She has a slim frame and is 5’3”, wearing skinny light blue denim jeans and a man’s white collared long-sleeve shirt, both of which are covered in blood.
“There is a bathroom down the hall. There is another upstairs and each bedroom has its own ensuite. You can pick any available room you wish. You will find clean clothes, so you can get cleaned up and dressed,” I say softly.
“Why are you helping us?” she signs.
“Because it’s my fault you’re like this. Helping you is the least I can do,” I confess.
She frowns, “You didn’t make me this way,” she signs.
I sigh, running my fingers through my hair, “It’s a long complicated story. Just know you’re safe here, but I’m afraid you can’t leave.”
Her eyes widen in alarm as her fingers move with newfound speed, “Are we prisoners?”
I shake my head and sit on the coffee table, “None of you are prisoners. But if I let you out in your current state you are a danger to others and you know this. You’re also now aware you’re not the only supernatural beings in the world. There are beings you don’t know about and laws you don’t understand, and there are punishments for breaking those laws. I can help you learn control. Help you understand what you are and teach you the laws you need to follow. That’s why you need to stay here. Do you understand?”
She nods in understanding, “I don’t want to kill any more people,” she says, her face etched in remorse and shame. It’s like looking in a mirror.
“I know,” I say, reaching out to stroke her hair, “It won’t be forever. Just until you learn control.”
“What do I do if I get hungry?” she signs as she anxiously bites her lip. A good question. I offer her my hand and she takes it without hesitation. I lead her through the living room and into the kitchen, walking over to a large, reinforced door and place my hand on it.
“This is a cooler. Inside are donated blood bags. All the blood you need is inside. But, it has a magical lock. This door will only open for each person once a day, and you can only remove two bags. Trust me, you can’t trick the system. It will be hard. The hunger you’re feeling never goes away, but you can learn to push it from your mind. You don’t need to feed as often as you think you do. You can go weeks before the blood craze sets in.” I explain. She looks at me in confusion, once again reminding me how green she is. “I’ll explain later. Just know, you won’t die from lack of blood. Would you like me to get you a bag now?” I gently ask. Her blood-red eyes shine bright with hunger, and as she steps forward her teeth form sharp points. Four canines on the top row and six together on the bottom row. She quickly covers her mouth, and I watch as she fights against her own instincts.
She shakes her head furiously stepping back, “No. I want it, but I understand I don’t need it. I want to learn control. So no,” she signs with strength and determination in her actions. I smile feeling proud of the young one. I can tell she’ll handle this just fine. Hopefully, she can help her animai through this.
I squeeze her shoulders, “You’re going to do fine. How about you go upstairs and get cleaned up?”
She looks herself over and cringes, but nods in agreement. “What about Simon?” she signs, I’m getting better at translating the longer I’m around her. Remembering languages stored in my head is like riding a bike… not that I’ve ever actually ridden a bike.
“He and the others will remain asleep until I wake them. For now, it’s for the best. Now when I say you can’t leave, I mean you can’t leave. There is a magical barrier around the house. As soon as you and the others have learned control you’ll be free to leave.”
“How long will that take?” she signs.
“It’s different for everyone, so I can’t say,” I answer honestly.
She nods and begins to walk off, but stops and turns towards me, “Thank you. For saving us,” she signs with a sweet smile on her face.
“Trust me, I don’t deserve your thanks,” I say flatly. She frowns but walks off. I listen as she makes her way upstairs, and I hear her get in the shower. Now that that is handled, onto the next.
I disappear only to reappear in front of a large white double door. With no effort on my part, I push my arms in front of me blasting the doors open as my hands connect with the wood. I storm through the pristine 14,000 sqft villa of all white, turquoise, and deep blue accents with marble floors. I pass the living area, pass the kitchen and storm right out to the backyard. I step out into the oceanfront oasis seeking my target. I make my way through the white stone paths that divide the many swimming areas, proceed past the palm trees and up the stone steps until I get to the pool at the far end. As I reach the top platform, I look down into the clear turquoise waters at the woman I seek, her 7’1” curvaceous frame lazily floating on the water’s surface. Her fuchsia hair sprawled out around her and her white bikini clinging to her bronze skin. “Is there a reason why someone who can pop in wherever he likes, felt the need to break down my front door?” she casually asks, her eyes remain
After Beste and I returned to the Kartheca we debriefed our sisters on what had happened regarding the venator and sanguidae. I was sure to explain to my sisters about meeting the very first sanguidae and how he has been the one behind the disappearances all these years. That definitely got them all hyped up. I left out the part about him being my animai though. Omitting the truth is as close as we can get to lying and I am giving it my all these days. As soon as the formalities of the job are out of the way, I excuse myself and return my weapons to the armoury, being sure to clean them before putting them away. Except for the katana which is now just a handle with the remnants of a broken blade protruding from the handle. I then rush to my room, close the door, and take in a deep breath. “MOTHER! Mother, please. I need to speak to you. I don’t wish to question the gift you’ve given me, but I need to understand what’s going on. I need your help,” I beg as I sit down on my bed. I los
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I toss for the umpteenth time as sleep continues to elude me. Every time I close my eyes all I see are those liquid golden orbs staring back at me with so much disappointment. As if one God cursing me wasn’t enough, now another has cursed me in some belief she’s helping me. Is it a wonder so many on earth cuss out the Gods on the regular? It’s been two agonisingly torturous weeks since I met Yildiz. I thought each day I kept distance between us it would get easier, but boy was I fucking wrong. Her scent plagues my memories and at night I swear I can still hear the rhythm of her heart beating in my ears. Her blood still calls out to me like a siren’s song and I’m this close to shoving wax in my ears and tying myself to something to stop myself from being lured to it. I turn onto my back and stare at the ceiling hating where my thoughts are going. I told myself I would stay away, I intended to keep that promise, but I’m going out of my mind. Maybe if I could just see her for a moment o
As I begin to wake up, I can feel the warmth of the morning sun streaming into my room. I’ve only ever seen the sunrise once and that was with the aid of a makkari long ago. I wonder if each sunrise is different. Each morning is a new day so I imagine there must be some difference in the light it shines upon the earth. If it weren’t for feeling its rays on my skin I wouldn’t even be aware it was morning at all as I open my eyes and stare up into nothingness.The moment I’m fully awake the ache in my chest returns and I crave to return to the oblivion sleep brings. There’s been no word or contact with Osiah in two weeks and the pain it causes me each day only grows. I imagine it would be a thousand times worse if we sealed our bond, so I suppose I can take some solace in knowing that’s not the case, but I don’t know how much longer I can go on like this.Aulen has tried to help me to no avail, and I’ve screamed out to my mother every single day and again come up empty. As much as I yea
I’ve gone mad, and not the blood craze kind of madness, I mean a whole other type of madness. One that, up until recently, was completely foreign to me. It’s a madness of the heart. I told myself I’d stay away from Yildiz but as soon as it got too hard I was right there watching her sleep like a stalker. I told myself that would be the only time, but was it? No. One night turned into two, then two turned into three. Now I’m visiting her every night, just desperate to see her face and breathe in her scent. Last night I stupidly touched her. I knew I shouldn’t have but the craving was more intense than any blood lust I’ve ever felt. I tried to fight it, but I proved once again how weak I am. I caressed her face and felt her satin skin beneath my fingers and my heart nearly exploded when she reacted to my touch. She was asleep, yet she leaned into my touch. She shivered and her heart rate spiked, all from a single touch. I knew then I’d gone too far, and I cursed myself for it. She can
I walk out of the kitchen and make my way upstairs to the bedroom I occupy while I’m here. I only stay here while trying to help new additions come to terms with what they are. I can hear the conversations taking place downstairs, but I do my best to tune them out. I desperately want some peace and quiet, but that’s not likely to happen while I’m here. But this is how I’ve chosen to live my existence, so best to just suck it up. That being said, I need a breather, so I quickly transport myself back to my home and flop down on the couch, closing my eyes and letting the silence soothe me. After a moment, I open my eyes. I need someone to talk to and as much as I might regret this, it’s what I need. “Morrtemis,” I breathe out slowly. “You called,” says the deep yet feminine voice. I look over the back of my double-sided couch to see the 7’7” Goddess perched across the room on my kitchen counter. Her straight as a pin violet hair hanging down to her waist, her piercing liquid silver eye
I’m standing on the cliff the Kartheca resides on, looking down into the dark blue depths of the ocean as the waves crash against the cliffside. The moon is full and high in the sky casting its reflection into the open waters. It’s all so beautiful… but this isn’t right. I shouldn’t be able to see any of this. I shouldn’t know what this looks like. Something is wrong. “Yildiz.” I hear the call of a voice that normally would set every nerve in my body on edge in a pleasurable way, but this time I don’t feel anything. I turn and my eyes widen in shock, “Osiah?” I can see him! How is this possible? He’s the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen… scope is extremely limited mind you. He’s 7’4” just as I thought and has the most intense azure blue hair. It’s motionless in the breeze and has a silver sheen from the light of the moon. His Asian features are accentuated by his incredibly defined jaw framed by a thin goatee, and he’s staring at me with intense blood-red eyes full of a hunger tha