"Hahaha". His laugh echos in my head. I try push past the blinding pain towards the stairs "Oh my love, my beautiful rose. Don't you miss me? Open the door, let me see you" The pain of his voice burrowing in mind brings me to my knees "Janice" I call out. "Haha my love, don't summon the meddling witch. Come to me".
Another wave of pain hits me. I bring my hands to my head, hoping to cave my skull in. "JANICE, NOW!!" I hear the scurrying of footsteps coming towards me "Mistress" she gasps and crouches down beside me "What happened? Why are you here?" I manage to look up at her "His call, I can't...My mark.... You managed to keep him out my mind for 300 years. PLEASE!! GET HIM OUT!!" The windows above us shatter, with the force of my scream. I manage to move over her, to shield her from the shower of shards raining down on us.
Janice takes my hands and mumbles in some ancient witchy mumbo jumbo. I can't concentrate enough to translate. I feel my vines moving along me, slicing me as he laughs in my head. I haven't felt this pain from them since they first appeared. She brushes the hair off my face and concern laces her eyes "Majesty, they've moved" I trace the pain with my fingers up to my temple."Why now?" I ask as she manages to get me up the stairs.
She takes me to my chamber and I collapse on the bed. "Maybe the alignment is making him stronger. The mark misses, it's maker? I will put you under. When you wake, a live host will be there". She waves her hand over my face and I slip into a numb state of sleep.
You see, females vampires are stronger than male vampires. It is believed that the first vampire was a woman. Many different theories exist but most say that she made a deal with the devil. To make her deadlier than man, to protect her children. That is why only women can rule and be Queen. The one who bares or birthed of the mark. I am strongest of them all. No one can kill me.
He who calls, is the son of the previous Queen. It's rare, actually it's unheard of for a Queen to have a son. It is believed she was cursed. She failed to produce a female heir. Her powers were passed to him, when she died. He was given the task to find the new Queen and pass the mark. He doesn't have it. His power over me makes him almost my equal. His makers mark on my skin, makes me submissive to him. He can't rule. Didn't stop him from trying.
I'm woken to a knock on my door. I sit up and I am greeted with the face of a young woman peeking her head through the threshold. She has ginger hair and freckles along her nose and cheeks. "Hello, my name is Helena. I'm the new maid. Janey... Janine...." She strides into my room. Eyes wide taking in the black and purple decor. I stand up to face her, I'm absolutely dumbfounded by the intruders rudeness.
I cock an eyebrow at her "Janice?" Her face lights up "Yes! O.M.G!! That was it. She is a bit cruel but I can tell we'll be good friends" Oh Janice, you sure know how to pick them. You know I don't like my food to talk to me. The chatty intruder bounds towards me. Grabbing my face and moving my hair "Oh wow, cool tattoo. Must have hurt. Pricey I bet too.... What's that?" She barrels over to an ornament on my table "DON'T TOUCH THAT" I shout. She looks up at me and raises her hands in surrender "Sorry mam".
Better make this quick. I dont know how much longer I can stand this annoying girl or before she breaks something. "I'm sorry Helena, I'm just awake. I didn't mean to snap. Come here let's talk" She bounces towards me nodding her head. Why is she so bouncy? She stops infront of me. Flashing me a bright smile. I stare in her eyes "This won't hurt and you will be silent. Understand?" Her eyes glaze over hypnotised, as I bring her under my control.
I grab her hair and pull her head to the side. She's mumbling incoherent nonsense. God even under a haze she can't stop. My fangs come out and I graze along her neck until I find the sweet spot. I plunge the sharp canines in her skin. That stopped her mumbles. I start to take a long pull of her blood. It tastes... Off. I push myself away from her and retract my fangs. I lick the wound and her skin nits itself back together.
I wipe the droplets of blood off of her skin and my lips. I stare in her eyes "Come back now, you won't remember what happened but you will tell me what you are" She snaps back to reality. It's so strange, usually blood tells me all I need to know about the source. I'm getting nothing from her. She smells human but doesn't taste it. Her blood is disgusting. She blinks a couple of times then her mouth starts flapping.
"What am I? Well, I'm a student. One more year and I will have my degree. I moved from a small town to study. My friend..." I raise my hand and cut her off. "That's plenty. No, what race are you?" She looks really confused "Uhh I'm white. Are you blind?" She asks waving an irritating hand over my face. "Leave and send Janice in please" She bounces out of the door and I can't believe what just happened. She is definitely not human. That intruder doesn't know. My haze would have gotten the truth out of her.
Janice comes in. She doesn't have a chance to speak. I pin her to the door and plunge my teeth in her neck. I need to get that horrible taste off of my tongue. I break away and heal her wound. She stares at me angered by my actions "Mistress! what was that? Did the girl not satisfy you? You promised not to feed on me". I sit on the chair by the fire place and gesture her to sit on the opposite one. I ring a bell and Alarich walks in. "Majesty" He greets me bowing his head "Janice that thing, is not human" She looks at me like I'm stupid.
I don't know if I will keep tolerating her insolence if she keeps it up. "Mistress, I found her at the employment office. What supernatural would be there?" Alarich walks over "She smells human, an irritating one but human" I shake my head "Her blood tastes rotten and I couldn't see, I had no detail from it" They both stare at me like I've grown another arm "That's impossible, that would take great magic. Forgive me your grace but she doesn't strike me as a witch" Janice states.
"We will keep her here. Ensure an order is out not to touch the 'human'. I will keep an eye on her. Alarich take her to gather some possessions and move her to a guest room" He nods but turns back around "Majesty it's still early, the sun won't set for hours what should we do in the meantime?". Honestly, I've reached my limit on idiocy today. I roll my eyes and bite down on my wrist and hold it out to Alarich "Drink" I say, gesturing to the blood pouring out my wrist.
"Majesty, I can't Mara would have my head" I stand up and shove it to his mouth "Do you want to walk in the sun or not? I will explain to Mara. Trust me this is not an act of intimacy"
We vampires feed off one another when we are intimate. It's an act of love we take seriously. It allows us to feel what the other one feels as well as our own sensations. My blood allows certain abilities to those who feed. Good job, nothing can pierce my skin, well my maker can. Alarich goes to feed but stops. I ring the bell. A young squire comes in with a glass. He looks at the scene and becomes very bashful "Thank you" I nod at him. He bows and walks out the room.
"Janice make sure a scandal doesn't breakout over this" I say holding my wrist over the glass until its full enough. Handing it to Alarich. He downs the glass like a shot. His eyes start glowing. A pleasing purr of approval escapes him and he shudders as power envelopes him. Alarich is looking down at his hands. Clenching and unclenching them.
"Wow, what a rush, I've never tasted anything like it. Thank you for your gift your Majesty" My wrist heals itself "It won't last long Alarich, enjoy it whilst it does. Today has been something else. First the fae, then the call and now the unknown entity bouncing around my palace. What drama" Alarich and Janice exchange a look "Your Majesty, would it be so wrong to answer the call? There must be something to it. The Fae was sent to wake him. Maybe it's what needs to be done"
Whenever anyone mentions the sleeping one, my vines constrict and move. At least the pain has gone. "Alarich, you didn't exist before his slumber. You have no idea of what you speak of. He goes against our way. He can't be trusted to just pop up, impregnate me and fall in line" I sigh "Majesty, I've heard stories but maybe his slumber and the length of time he's been without you might have given him time to.... change" Alarich says.
Janice who has been quiet for a while finally speaks up "My magic didn't block him, I doubt he is weakened in his current state. Something or someone, is able to break the spell" I contemplate the strange day for a moment "Well all the more reason to make sure he remains put. Any ideas why others want to wake him? Has my reign been that terrible?" Alarich and Janice burst out laughing. I am not amused "Sorry, your Majesty but you are a fair and just ruler but you do envoke fear, I assure you the council just want whats best for you and our kind" Alarich prattles on boldly. Must be the effect of my blood.
"It wasn't the council who sent the Fae. It was a werewolf, I don't understand what interest they'd have in the running of our kingdom. Maybe, we can call an audience with the Lycan King. Will you arrange this Alarich? If there is nothing else, I'd like to be left alone with my thoughts. You have your instructions. Don't let me down" They both rise to their feet, bowing and saying their goodbyes.
I'm alone now or so I thought."Love, I'm waiting"
Slowly I'm being pulled out of darkness. Light flashes every so often. I need to go to the light. I reach out but I can't seem to grasp it. I hear distant voices. I can't seem to get out of this darkness. I hear his voice "I'm here" I call out "please help me". I feel the tingling sensation on my hand. It fills me with warmth. I'm able to move. I can grab the light, It's at my fingertips. I'm so close I can't taste it.With a jolt and large intake of air, my eyes fly open. Everything is vibrant. The colour is like nothing I've seen before. I look down at my hand. My skin is so pale. I sit up far too quickly that my vision blurs. When my eyes adjust and he is there, face to face with me. His eyes are black but glimmer back at me. A smirk plays on his beautiful lips. I can't look away."Hmm, didn't expect you to rise so soon love". I touch his face. I feel like I'm in a dream. "How long was I sleeping?" The enchanting gravelly chuckle is back and I remember the event
In my 200 years, I've never felt so strong. I feel power flowing through me. I gesture to a guard to open the main door. He shakes his armoured head but obliged. The guard hides behind it as the sunlight bursts in the Palace. I hesitantly dip my foot over the threshold.A joyous laugh comes from me as I jump out. Running with my arms wide. I feel the heat of the sun on my skin but I'm not burning. Incredible! Guards watching shocked from the shadows behind the doors. One of them follows my actions. Unfortunately he bursts into flames, leaving a pile of armour on the ground. That was enough of a warning to the rest. They slam the door shut. I jump in a car. Got to appear as human as I possibly can.I wait for the alleged human to drive out and I follow behind her. Thank goodness we aren’t in the same car. I heard her babbling to Janice. Her voice gets right under my skin.I wait outside her home. Sunbathing! Ha! Imagine that! My thoughts drift off. The m
I haven't been able to sleep in days. He keeps popping in my head. I have not missed his voice, not one bit. If he's not rambling or taking me down memory lane, he's sending erotic images. I'm unable to satisfy my needs, now he is somewhat back.I can't touch anyone else. I tried to sleep with Dante the other night but the moment I touched him, I felt repulsed. Dante is gorgeous, just like Arlo. They are identical after all. Sandy hair, bright blue eyes, toned and lean bodies. One of the best decisions I've ever made was to turn them. Arlo is my favourite though. So I've never had the honour of him in my bed. I couldn't. Dante however, a little serious but my, my I've taught him well.I'm readying myself for the meeting with the Lycan King. Need to get to the bottom of this fae issue. We will meet in neutral ground. It's known as The Crossroads. Located in-between all kingdoms. Sacred ground each species respects. Janice is doing my hair "I need as many
I'm woken up by a tap on my forehead "5 more minutes muuuum". Tap, tap, tap. "Not your mother but you may call me daddy" A man! A man is in my room! My eyes ping open and I look to the other side of my bed. Laying on his side, leaning on his elbow, hand supporting his face. Oh that guy. Aaron, I think."Morning drooling beauty, time to get up" I grimace and wipe the drool from my chin. "What are you doing in my room Aaron?" He hops up and starts going through my closet. "Arlo, My name is Arlo. Ah yes, this will do nicely" He lays black skinny jeans and a white long sleeved crop top on my bed. "Allez hop, time for a shower. You stink". Here lies Helena, died from embarrassment."What time is it?" I ask as he starts going through my underwear drawer. I bolt up off of the bed and slap his hands "Hey perv! back off" He backs away and slumps himself on the small sofa in my room. "I'm only trying to help, hurry up we haven't got all day. Well, evening now I guess"
*WARNING! descriptions of abuse and rape*At my desk, I'm looking over the treaty between us and the human world. "Hmmm do you think I should just haze his majesty, to agree to our terms. He seems to think that he provides us with enough doners in return for the safety of his people. It's less than the previous Kings offer. I hate young new kings. I quite enjoyed his father's company. A good man" My adviser Marcellus takes the parchment from me "My queen, I think we should try re-negotiating first. He has been hazed to keep our secret already. You have to think on a human level" He pours me a glass, my thoughts drift as I stare into the flames of the fireplace. "Thank you Marcellus, that is all" He bows and takes his leave. I feel a pinch within my chest. He's back. I jump to my feet crab a candlestick and make my way through the palace. I'm following the pull. My excitement grows as the pull strengthens. I must be getting closer. My mark starts moving on my skin. The pull flu
Surrounded by books on the library floor, I've lost count of how many I've read. I actually just have to flip the pages, cover to cover. My mind absorbs the content. Like super speed reading. Alarich and I have been at it all day and we are coming up short."Perhaps we can send an envoy to look at other realms libraries. We have so many history texts here and we still have no answers" He looks down defeated blinking his weary eyes. "That would take too long, maybe it's new. Something that has never taken place before".Arlo enters on a skateboard. He is wearing one of those nametag stickers. You know the ones that have 'Hello my name is' on them. Naturally, the 'O' of his name is a winky face. I stopped questioning his behaviour a long time ago and just accepted it. Alarich seems to have given up also as he just shakes his head."Queenie, your phone is going off" He skates over to me holding the phone out "Arlo, I don't do phones, deal with it" He
Standing with the usual team, in front of the heavily locked metal door. In which he resides behind. Janet is drawing symbols, in sacred salts and dirt from The Crossroads on the floor. Viles of various liquid are thrown in a bowl, for our trap. I can't help but think back to the last time she prepared this.***************Marcellus and I are travelling to yet another coronation feast, for a new human king. I've been to so many of these now. I will no doubt attend another in 40 years or so. The scene unfolding out the carriage window, as we pass through the human lands is grim.Many are burning their dead. Buildings are burnt and the air is thick with the scent of blood and dirt. "Perhaps another plague" Marcellus offers. "No doubt. It seems it was an eventful day for them. I will offer assistance to the new king. Our men won't be affected by the human ailments. The act of kindness, will serve us well when the time comes for treaty talks"M
Just like it was before, dripping my blood on the jeweled dagger. Janice drops it in the bowel with the other contents. She stirs and places the mixture on her finger, marking the ground with more symbols. "I get that we are all about the blood. I do, but why does everything require it. It's boring now" Everyone ignores Arlo's opinion as usual."Ready when you are, your highness" Janice walks passed placing an encouraging hand on my arm. I guess it's the moment we've all been waiting for. Holding my breat, I place my hand in the centre lock. The chains start retracting. The sound of gears turning and metal scraping only adds to the tension.The doors slides open. There he lies, like an angel, serene and beautiful. I walk to his form lying on a stone table. My hand glides over him. For the smallest moment, I forget the hurt and pain. The pull to him is so strong. I fight it and focus on what needs to be done.I hold my bleeding wrist above his mout