Grayson's POV (Continued)
"That's not important right now. It's our existence which you're risking that you should be focusing on." He began.
"I didn't ruin anything!" I spluttered.
"What was your one purpose? The one reason why you are always around the Brailles? Hmm?" He raised bushy eyebrows at me and managed to frown with his eyes.
My anger snuffed out of me like a candle in the wind. "To protect them" I replied in a monotone.
"Wrong. You were sent there specifically to protect Josie. No one else. But what did you do when you got there? You forgot your duty that's what."
"It's not that...." I announced weakly.
"I might be old but I ain't stupid. I already told you a sure fire way to rein in the girl but you refused." He admonished.
"Rein? No one alive can control that little imp. I'm certain the only reason none of her stupid decisions have ended her life is pure luck and nothing else."
"But if she was
Grayson's POV (continued) "But in any case, I need him out of there. We need to prove Vladimir took him, and once we do that, thus proving that he has violated the rules then we can end him, once and for all." And we all can finally stop sleeping with one eye close. Stravos chuckled without mirth. "You make a mistake child, even if we were to prove that Vladimir took Arthur Braille, we can only place more restrictions on him, imprisoning him within a certain place, probably this country. Or kill his coven members in a fight. And if we are extremely lucky, wound him but not one hunter... No, not the entire hunter's guild can kill the vampire king." I stared at him disbelievingly. Surely, that's not possible. "He's just one vampire, oldest there is, but still just another vampire." His smile was full of teeth. "It seems you failed to pay attention during your history lesson. Vladimir is just over four hundred years old,
AUTHOR'S NOTE; *WARNING* This chapter references m/m relationship. VLADIMIR'S POV I watched the pink hue of the sun peeking out of the horizon with a small smile on my face. Three hundred years ago, and I would have been sizzling just from seeing the sun rising. By the time it rose high into the sky, I would have been burnt into a crisp, nothing but ashes would remain to signify that I was once a living being. Well, if you want to be technical, I was undead and the rays of the sun would have made me completely dead.There was a time I watched the sun rise. It was my favorite time of the year. Not mine,was his. And whatever he liked, I liked. FlashBackJune, 1724. Somewhere in Durbent. "Watching the sunrise is such an awe inspiring thing isn't it?" He drawled, reclining further against the headboard. "Yes. Truly awe inspiring." I replied in wonder as I stared besottedly at his half naked body. "Exquisite." I concluded, smiling at the wonder on his face. I didn't find the rise an
VLADIMIR'S POV Present Day.California 2024. "Sire?" Why would Sven call me sire? He always like to pretend that that aspect of me didn't exist. That I was just a regular being... "Sire?" The voice called urgently. I whirled around, ready to unleash hell at the soft voice intruding my time with my beloved but instead, I found Lilya shrinking back from me. I snarled at her, utterly furious that her presence has snatched away my memories of him. It's been a long time since I heard his voice so clearly. But now, this stupid fool has just chased him away. "What do you want?" I growled and fisted her hair in my hands. I continued pulling until I felt her hair strands peel off from her scalp and she whimpered. I pushed her away from me, doing my best to calm myself More than anything, I hate the fact that I never heard her come in. When did I become so weak as to be lost in my thoughts for so long that I didn't hear her?I turned away and tried to bask in the luxury of once again bei
Vladimir's POVBeing born a vampire afforded me many advantages over your everyday vampire. I didn't have an insane aversion to the sun, I moved faster than the speed of light, I could live for all eternity and oh, my sense of smell was a hundred times better than a human’s. But there were times just like this when those abilities were more a curse than blessing. I wasn’t even in the room yet and the stench of terror and fetid piss was already clogging up my nostrils. So much so it was hard not to make my eyes water. I pressed my hand against the fingerprint scanner and waited for the flash of green that let me through. When the flash and beep sounded, I turned the heavy silver ornamental handle counterclockwise. I made three rounds before heavy mechanical dings rang throughout the basement.
Vladimir's POV (Continued)I shook my head and rid myself of the unwanted walk down memory lane. I refocused all my attention on the ball of disgust and reconsidered my strategy. Letting him go was not an option, especially not now. When I'd found out which Braille was Arthur’s, I’d had to take him, regardless of the consequence. It was a plan I had been perfecting for years and he hadn’t taken the bait until I had been able to utilize Jack Stenson against him. But Arthur himself had sealed his fate when he stole from me. Ordinarily, I just wanted to know for a fact how he was related to the Puhvels. He looked nothing like them and he was a complete wuss, a trait no single Puhvel of my knowledge had ever exhibited.
Vladimir's POV Unfortunately, the hunters, their affiliates and the lesser witches were the only ones I’ve been able to bring to ruin. The seven sisters -the ones who had caused the actual destruction- were still in the wind. How generations had been able to evade me for two centuries was still mind boggling. Natural evolution helped them more than anything else. They settled into their new environments and married, changed names, gave birth, divorced or died, making it almost impossible to track them. I found their friends, siblings or children, but never those who had torn my world to pieces. Eventually, I found one sister in Africa. Actually, I found her grave. I’d exacted my revenge on her offspring instead. Then a strange thing had happened at the house of the fifth sister -yes, each of them had a specific number they held. I remembered sta
Vladimir's POV (Continued) “w-w-water.” Only my superior hearing was able to decipher the barely whispered words. I prowled back to him, giving him my undivided attention. “Water eh? I’m afraid I’ve got none for you. I do have news of your precious Josie though.” He spasmed, then hacked painfully for several seconds. I waited until he tired himself out before continuing. “Are you trying to tell me something Arthur?” “S-s-stay a-away f-from her.” Arthur had developed the terrible habit of stuttering ever since he came to my abode. “And what will you do if I don’t?” I drawled. “T-the p-
"I know that they are the seven most powerful witches in history. A new sister is inducted only after the death of the previous sister and the mark of the seven chooses its bearer. Rumors have it that they are immortal. No sister has died in almost three hundred years." The mark being the hexagon with an eye in its middle. Arthur also made a point that was worthy of being noted. The mark chose who the next sister was. So the replacement for the fifth sister was not necessarily her daughter. I filed the information away to contemplate later. "I also know that they are planning something big. It's something that they have been planning for several centuries. I heard that they hate your kind deeply, but despise you more than any other vampire. They didn't like that you were able to unite almost all the van in [ge world and made yourself king. It is not your right. The right to rule supreme in the supernatural realm does not belong to those