Chapter 13

Shen and Dao-Ming were the center of attention as they sat silently in an ornately decorated dining hall, at the long mahogany table amongst several of Wadim’s sons and their women. Some of the women were in the process of being turned into vampires, while other were there for breeding and pleasure only. A few of the women’s bellies were swollen with child.

The Meissen China, gold flatware, and gold trimmed stemware were neatly laid out, awaiting the feast. Male slaves, dressed in serving attire, filled goblets with blood for the vampires and a mild wine for the breeders.

“You are Wu. We heard you were coming,” said someone from the opposite side of the table.

Shen looked at the owner of the booming voice quizzically. How could he know he was coming? Who were all of these creatures? Was everyone there an offspring of Wadim? These questions, and more, reeled through his head as Wadim entered the room like a regal king. The crowded table le