Six

Chapter 6: Blood and Silence

"There have been recent killings in the barren lands a few days ago. Some vampires who had gone to farm clashed with rogue werewolves, who killed every vampire on the land. Now the lands remain barren with blood and bones, decaying."

Carson said, looking at the Primus, who sat on the throne. His eyes were dark, bloody dark. There was no sign of white or colored pupils in them. His jet-black hair accentuated the curve of his face, which remained expressionless. His jaw was sharp, sharp like a knife, as if you could slice an onion with it. His lips, full and red, made every woman in the vampire lands beg for his attention. He was a sin god. The god Kanchelsis must have created him to look different and to be dangerous. He must have created him on a special day.

"Have the three elders of the vampire realm been informed of these happenings before it was passed down to me?"

Blade asked, his voice sounding cold. No sign of emotion could be found in it. The aura surrounding him always put others on edge. The Primus could detach one of their heads at any single word or mistake that they made. His name defined him.

"Yes, King Blade. The elders had sent powerful warriors to check on the vampires who were working in the barren land, but it seems the rogues knew they would be there, and they blew some substance into the air that must have caused the vampires to drop dead within a minute, before attacking the weaker vampires who were busy in the farmlands."

One of the council members said. It first started with rogues taking away their crops, and now they had upgraded to not just stealing their crops but also killing the vampires. The elders were not capable of solving the case, so they had to shift it to the vampire king, Blade Hemlock.

"Summon the three powerful warriors from the four cities of Winfield. Inform the cities that their king has demanded to see them. When the werewolves give us bloodshed, you return the bloodshed. An eye for an eye."

Blade said, watching as everyone in the room bowed down to him. No one dared challenge his words.

"And bring Ashrak to me. I need blood to feed on."

The vampire king said, not giving anyone the chance to speak. He was not going to hide the fact that he needed blood, and he needed it from the elder's daughter. He left the room. He needed space and he needed blood, fresh blood directly from the source.

He entered his chambers. The skin of a wolf was used to design his walls. Vampires were ancient and older than the werewolves. They did not have many modern amenities like the werewolves. They preferred being used to their old beliefs. Dropping onto the cushion, he bent his head, thinking about the meeting that had taken place minutes before. He believed those were not just rogues. They were sent by an unknown pack, who had disguised their scents to cover up their tracks. He could trace where they came from, but he had to give them some time, to make them more comfortable with their measly adventures before he attacked with full force. And may God help them, he would not pity any single soul when he came striking with full force, but he had to wait. There was always a silence before a storm happened, and now was the silence.

A knock came resounding on his door. He could sense the owner of the scent. It was Ashrak, the daughter of the grand elder. He did not know why, but he loved taking her blood, and she was always willing to supply him with her blood. The door opened without his permission, but he knew the devil of a lady would not give him the time to grant permission.

"You called me, King Blade."

Ashrak said, her voice coming out tiny, almost like a moan. He knew she was trying to sound sultry, but to his ears, her voice never sounded sultry. Instead, it sounded grating.

Blade watched as she strode towards him. She bent down a little, revealing her thighs, which he did not find a bit sexy. They both knew they were nothing, just there to please each other. They were two different people with similar benefits. She turned around, facing her back towards him as she removed her heels. Her mini gown rode up her thighs, almost revealing her lace pants. Blade closed his eyes. He had not called her for her to try shitty things with him. He needed her blood.

"Ashrak."

His voice boomed in the room, stopping the young vampiress from moving.

"Never knew you were in a hurry."

Ashrak said, walking towards him, but just as she stepped three feet away from him, Blade dragged her towards him, making her fall onto his thighs. A small scream escaped her lips. Without giving her time to settle down fully on his thighs, he sank his canines deep into her neck, causing her to scream in an unimaginable way. But Blade never cared as he drank her blood. The more he drank, the more his hands around her waist tightened. He was going to drink the last drop of her blood, and just as quickly as he had sunk into her neck, he retracted his teeth from her neck, leaving her body as she fell onto the cushion beside him. She had passed out in the process of him taking her blood, and he wondered if she was still alive. The daughter of the elder was sure a whore, and he would not stop sucking her blood until her blood tasted worthless on his tongue.

Standing up, he went to the bath to cleanse his mouth, washing the tiny particles of flesh from his teeth. He stepped out, surprised to meet his mother, who stood beside Ashrak, who had not yet woken up. He closed his eyes tightly. His mother was the only family he had left, not since the rogues had attacked his father. The former king of the vampires.

"Marry her."

His mother said, her words making him stop in his tracks. His mother could not be serious. She knew he could never marry her.

"Mother, you know that is impossible."

Blade said, looking at Ashrak with hatred. She was a whore who had fucked many men, not just him but others.

"Why? You fuck her, suck her blood, and now made her exhausted after feeding on her. No, you are going to marry her."

Selene said, looking at Blade, her canines almost elongating from her teeth.

"Never. She is a whore. She gives me blood and sex, and I give her power. We have been benefiting from each other."

Blade said, walking to the closet to change his shirt to a newer one. The scent of Ashrak still lingered on his old worn shirt. Walking to the waste bin, he threw the shirt into it, and he walked to his mother, his eyes darker than they were before.

"I am not going to repeat myself, but because you are my mother, I will spare you. Do not bring or command me to marry who I do not want to marry. I have a mate out there, just as Father was yours, and he waited for you. I am not going to marry a whore, so now give me space and leave my room."

He said, pointing his hand to the door. Selene opened her mouth to speak, but he silenced her with a punch beside the wall where she stood. She gave a slight whimper before exiting the room. Her son was not the type to show emotions, not to anyone, not even to her, his mother.

Blade closed his eyes tightly. He had almost punched his mother with rage for spilling trash from her mouth.

"Guard!"

He shouted, and quickly a guard came into the room, bowing down to him.

"Take this woman out of my presence. If she is dead, then call her father for a proper burial."

He said, looking at the guard, who shivered under his watch.

"Yes, my King."

The guard said, carrying Ashrak as he exited the room in a hurry.