Chapter 4: Damien

I had found myself pacing my room late morning, normally when I return from the night, I would read for most of the daylight, but I found myself unable to get that red head out of my thoughts, even my cock responded every time I thought of how she looked last night, and that was almost every damn minute.

I had hoped to be rid of that need last night at the brothel, Madam Tish, had no plus size women, and I had wanted that divine creature more than anything. Instead, I had opted to handle it myself, imagining it was Evelyn doing it to me. I sighed, I haven’t felt this stringed out in a long time, probably in my first hundred years it was a thing, considering everything was still so new to me as a vampire.

 The only way to really handle it would be to fuck her. That would take care of the itch. Normally I would do as I want, but considering we’re trying to make an alliance. Fucking the Coven leader’s daughter, then dropping her afterwards, did not seem like a way to bridge the gap. If I’m being honest with myself, after everything she told me last night, somehow, I managed to get a fucking conscious, because I couldn’t do that to her.

Then again, she was very much attracted to me. We could be lovers for a bit, considering she’s marrying and imbecile who does not appreciate her. Maybe I could kill him after they marry, everything will be set, the Covens will be hers alone, we could reach an alliance, and she could fuck whoever she wants. When we bore of each other, we’ll go our separate ways.

I do not think she would agree to such a thing though. I could do it without telling her. I need to stop this…I’m spiraling for no reason. I walked out of my room and decided to roam the council halls for a bit, maybe visit the library. I could just walk out in the sun and be done with all this… But… that sweet smell, and I wanted to taste her again, I wanted to do a lot of things with her.

“Damien, is your mind troubling you?” I turned to see Vlad, smirking at me.

I glared at him, then I thought better, Vlad was much older than I. “Vlad, has a human or humanlike creatures have blood that smells sweet, like really sweet. Blood usually has a savory smell, but never sweet.”

“I can’t say I have, but the world is changing, maybe blood is too, or…” he paused, his eyes glinting. “This witch you spoke with, does her blood smell sweet?”

“It does,” I decided to be honest, maybe he knew something.

“It could be her magic, what is her specialty?”

“She works with healing magic, but she was able to wield fire extremely well,” I remarked, remembering how the flames grew higher with her defiance.

“Interesting, most witches focus on one element of magic, you should ask her if she good with other types. That might explain the smell, her magic.”

“That’s a good hypothesis,” I agreed.

“There’s also a possibly you’re the only one smelling it,” grinned Vlad.

With the look he was giving me, it was clear he had another hypothesis, “Pray do tell, Vlad. What other great idea do you think it is, because clearly you have one?”

“When you came back the first time last night, you were not masking your feelings as usual, and I happened to sense some sexual tension? Maybe this is a smell only for you, like that of a siren’s call.”

“It has been some time, and she was nice to look at, but she is already taken, betroth,” I informed Vlad.

Vlad smirked, his grins were beginning to get on my nerves, “When has that ever stopped you before Damien?”

“I do not do things unless I have permission. I will not force myself upon a woman, such as that scrum who thought to do so to my mother. That would only make me the same as him,” I growled.

“My apologies, I worded that wrong, when has a woman ever turned you down, Damien. Maybe that is your frustration, you are not use to a woman avoiding your advances,” chuckled Vlad.

Maybe he was on to something. I have never had a woman turn me down before. That’s why my go to was the brothel, and that didn’t work, because I need her, who defies me. She easily bends to those who hurt her, and all I would do to her is pleasure her relentlessly until she grasping for air, screaming my name. The mere thought started to have it’s effect on my cock.

“I will get it out of my system tonight, she finds me attractive, then all will be right,” I proposed.

“Be mindful, you have claimed she could help bridge the witches and us,” cautioned Vlad. “Sebastian will not hesitate to punish you if you blotch this up, again.”

“I did what I had to do,” I growled.

“I understand, but your actions broke the alliance we had with them,” reminded Vlad.

“You know that’s bullshit Vlad, we were on rocky ground before that. I just happened to have broken the camel’s back,” I defended myself. “Sebastian is just as much at fault, he used to covet the witches to him, he drank from them. The Covens did not like that.”

“They may not have liked it, but they allowed it. Probably why Sebastian is most worked up about this. It’s been centuries since he’s tasted his favorite beverage. Your action finally gave the witches the excuse they needed. Even Claudia, used to venture in that.” Vlad sighed, “Damien, I don’t want to see you suffer. Do what you need to do to mend this, then you will be free to do whatever you wish.”

I nodded my head, Vlad was one of the few who wasn’t mad at me for breaking the treaty between the witches and us. Since that moment, I was at their beck and call. Their killer, assassin, because no one cared if anything happened to me. If I didn’t do what they wanted, there would be tortured for all eternity. I could have run, maybe hide for a while, but truthfully when everything started, I enjoyed killing those they wished dead, and I was good at it.

Over the past century it has begun to weigh on me. I no longer from pleasure in killing, it was the same old, same old. There were times when I would have rather ended it instead of being tortured, but I also do not know what happened after death, and who’s to say it would not be worse, especially if Hell is real…

“I appreciate the sentiment Vlad. I know you’ve stuck your neck out for me on more than one occasion. I will do this for you, and for me. I want my freedom from the council.”

“I hope you find what you’re looking for Damien,” with that, he walked off, leaving me to wonder the halls and hope for nightfall soon, so as to see that fiery red head once more.