Challenges (Tcotd{chpt 16})

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Waking up on the cold ground with a centipede crawling across his face  Adorjan woke up with a start. Slightly disoriented and a pounding headache Adorjan took a quick glance at the scenery.

“Do you need to feed?” A male voice asked coming from behind him. 

“I don’t feed. I’m not a vampire.”

“No, you are not Dhampir and take down that tone of disgust in your voice or I will leave you here to deal with the blood lust that will eventually strike you.”

Adorjan did not like the tall red headed man. As a matter of fact he felt aggressive towards him. “Where is Creya?”

“She had to take care of some personal things. She will return.”

As adorjan turned, Leo heard his stomach growl from hunger.

“You need to feed. If it is not blood at the moment then it is food.” Leo went to a sachel that lying on the ground by the oak tree. He pulled out a dried peice of meat and handed it to him.

“Eat this it will curb your hunger.”

Adorjan took the meat and took a bite. It wasn’t bad, it wasn’t the best but it did the trick.”Thank you.”

“Ah finally manners. Your welcome. Have a seat and let’s talk for amoment before Creya returns.

He didn’t like where this was headed but he did what he was asked.

“Look I was asked to accompany you and Creya for a while just in case you start with your blood lust. I will do what I was asked but if you attempt to bite and drain Creya I will put you down.”

“How are you planning to do that? By punching me in my back  again?” He asked as he took another bite.

“No I will rip your jaw off your face then I will stake you.” Leo said with all the seriousness that the situation required.

“You can leave. I am not going into blood lust.”

“You had your first taste of blood a couple of days ago. You bit into a couple of guys in that fight and your telling me your not feeling that pull? That burning sensation that tells you your ready to feed?”

“No I don’t. I’m a dhampir remember not a full blooded vampire.”

“Well I will stay around awhile just in case I am needed. From time to time I will have to leave to feed.”

Adorjan noticed the incisors and the slightly longer than normal fingernails. They both jumped from the rustle they heard coming from the woods. Pulling him out of his train of thoughts.

Leo sat back down first. “It’s just Creya she’s tring to get the drop on me. Sit and let’s see what she come up with.”

It must be some kind of game the two engaged in. It bothered Adorjan that she did this but he had no right to feel this way. He sat there and ate his food.

A squirl ran up a tree causing the birds above them to take flight. Suddenly their attention was drawn to  a large crack from a broken stick coming from the left of them. What emerged from the woods was a dirty old man in tattered clothing and dirt on his teeth. They both sat still and was about to get up, when Creya jumped from the top of the tree and landed on Leo’s back.

The old man went back into the woods, to where ever it was he came from and Creya tried her best to knock Leo down. Finally Leo flipped her over his sholder causing her to land on four feet.

“I almost had you.” She said while breathing heavily.

Leo looked at her and smiled. “If that is your best form of attack I can rest easy tonight.”

“Wow, nice Leo.” She said as she stood up and dusted herself off. She stretched her arms above her head revealing a little bit of her flat stomach.

Adorjan looked at her and then at Leo and wondered what their relationship was.

“Jan you woke up finally. Did you eat yet?”

“Yeah. He gave me some dried meat.” He held it up for her to see.

“Ewww. I’ll go get us some food.”

“I can do it.”

“Just sit it will only take me a minute and you will slow me down.”

“In other words, stay.” Leo said with a chuckle.

“Leo stop trying to start a fight.”

There was that smile again. Adorjan can see this Leo was feeling more for her than she realized. Creya left before he could protest.

“So she calls you Jan, Huh? Are you two together?”

“Why? Do you want her?”

“A matter of fact, I do?”

Adorjan did not know what to say to that. The man blatantly was claiming Creya.

“So what I am saying is, if you want her I won’t make it easy.”

Adorjan just looked at the man and took another bite of the dried meat. he really did not like him.

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Avos a school for pure bred vampires and where Makalo’s daughter had spent most of her life.

Makalo searched the  school for her until he finally found her. In the arms of a young vampire about to be bitten.

“Jaqueline what are you doing?” As he asked he snatched the boy by the neck and snapped it. Rendering him dead. At least for the moment.

“Father what are you doing? Why have you come?”

“Answer me now!”

“That was Mica and we are together.”

“Like hell you are. You are coming home right now.”

“What about Mica?”

“He is fine. If he is truly pure blood he will awaken shortly and if not good ridden.”

Makalo grabbed his daughter and took her to her room to get her things.

“Father I was going to tell you and mother about him since he want to be my mate.”

“NO!”

“What do you mean No?” Makalo could see himself in her anger and he felt a twinge of pride of her not backing down.

“I said no. You are already betrothed.”

“Undo it.”

“No. Get your things before I snap your neck.”

She was seething with anger but she did as she was told.”

“I will stake myself if I don’t let me and Mica mate.”

That was it, he had a lot to deal with and she was not to be part of the problem. Makalo walked to his daughter and snapped her neck to knock her out. It will be a heavier load to carry back but he had no other choice.

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Lurkspur is here{Tcotd(cpt15)

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The tacky texture of a drop of blood about to congealed happens in about eight to fifteen minutes. Within that span of time a new member to the story has just made her presence known and her name is Lurkspur.

Lurkspur is not one to be trifle with. The androgynous way he or she choses to dress is quite disturbing to those in the nest. Some say she is an ancient and others believe she is just a pure blood vampire with remarkable abilities.

Lurkspur has decided to pay Makalo a visit. No one dare say no and no one could remember as to why they wouldn’t. She walked in the house with a boom. The door opened to his power.

All talking came to an end and all eyes were on Lurkspur. It stood at six feet three inches. With the help of heeled shoes. The white flowy blouse and black tight pants were a confusing mix. Since the bulge indicates male but the top appearce screamed female.

Makalo stood at the top of the stair case and watched the show.

“Are you not going to greet me prince or must I prostrate myself in front of every one for a whispered hello?”

Makalo could not hold back his smile. Lurkspur always had that power over him.

“I will greet you once you decide what sex your representing.”

Lurkspur made a frivolous gesture with its hands, tossed his shoulder length, chestnut colored hair and said,” For an hour I will be male and the next female. We will continue to rotate if I decide to stay till dawn.”

Lurkspur bowed in a gentlemanly way conceding to the prince. Makalo walked down and slapped him on the shoulder as he said,” Welcome my friend.”

“Makalo we must talk but not here and not where the walls have ears.” Lurkspur said.

Makalo motioned for him to follow him. He guided him into the study that no one dared to enter.

“Is it safe?”

“Send out your power to check.”

“I can not Makalo. My power has increased and what I may think is a trickle could blow the wall down.”

“Always the extremist. What is so urgent that you have my people struck dumb.”

“There has been a shift in the ether.”

“What?”

“Yes an imbalance. Have you interfered on your offsprings journey?”

“I have told no of him and yet you know. Your power has increased.”

“You believe that the boy is the one I am asking after.”

Makalo had not thought of his daughter for a while. His thoughts always where on his son.

“She has been away studying. She will come of age to marry in a year. What do you know?”

Lurkspur walked to the window and looked at the moon. “The ether is stating that you will not have a chance to marry her off. A dark claim is being set for her.”

“A dark claim?” Makalo questioned trying to think what he meant. Then it came to him.

“Dolph! How did he find her?”

“He is attracted to the purest of blood and of course your blood line. You have until the next full moon to change the course or what will happen next I do not even want to speak of.”

Lurkspur always did like to dramatize a situation but this time he was not exaggerating. The full moon was to nights away. He had to find some to be in charge and mimi was out of commission.

“Makalo do not fret. That is why I am here. I will watch your house until your return.”

“That would not be necessary.”

“Do not argue with me. You need a strong leader until you return. whether male or female I am the force they do not want to test.”

Makalo did not doubt that but will he give his next back after that is worry.

“Come lets have a drink then you should leave and fetch her” Lurspur pured the red wine then broke the glass in his hand. As the blood dripped he walked to Makalo, “I give you my blood oath I will not take the nest my friend.” He held the bleeding hand to his lips and Makalo licked the jagged wound.

Just a drop of Lurkspur’s blood was dangerous. It would bind you to it for all eternity if it choose to. If he were to go against his oath he would perish. It lived to long to want to die now.

Lurkspur stepped away and Makalo noticed that it held itself more feminine than just a moment ago.

“The hour has past and now I am female.”

Makalo heartedly laughed as Lurskspur giggled into her silk sleeve.

“Go know.” The voice had changed as well. Softer.

Makalo nodded and left to go and retrieve his daughter. Lurkspur went to the wine and poured more into a new glass. the cut healed and she felt like being a little naughty.

“I wonder who will quench my thirst for the night.” She giggled and then drank the wine.

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The call of the Dhampir chpt 7

The day was never kind to the dead and it will never be. Makalo fought against his infernal desire to sleep waiting for news about Adorjan.

The messenger had arrived with his normal over the top flare of smoke and glowing eyes. That would normally make Makalo laugh but not this day.

“Lewin what’s the information on Adorjan?”

Lewin could tell Makalo was not very pleased with his entrance and he would normally do something else to get a smile out of him but his aura deterred that thought.

“My prince, Adorjan has made it to the city and we have lost sight of him once he entered that witch home.”

“You mean he’s at Amorisa?”

“Yes.”

“Hopefully he will get himself out of there.”

“Would you like fo us to assist?”

“No, that witch is more powerful than she may look. I can not assist him. With every trial, he encounters it will strengthen him.”

“As you wish.”

“Lewin keep your eye on him.”

“Yes, my prince.”

“After I wake tonight I will be taking a little trip to the island. No one must know where I have gone. Find me there in two day’s time and give me a report on his progress.”

“You have faith that he will get out of the witches lair?”

“Good day Lewin, now be off and before you leave to destroy the two males that watched you come into my room.”

Lewin had a look on his face that showed he did not see anyone watching him.

“One was hidden behind the stable entrance and the second was carrying the linen to Abella room.”

“At once. Good day.”

Makalo hoped he will get free from Amorisa


Adorjan could not sleep in the strange house. For some reason, something was urging him to leave.

“Adorjan leave. Do not trust Amorisa.” A soft voice said. He abruptly rose off the bed and grabbed his satchel. He opened the door and made his way back down towards the entrance.

“So I will finally get that precious blood, jorra.” She said but to who?

Adorjan peeked around the corner and seen a little Persian cat curled up on the arm of a chair. The cat notices him looking and it signaled Celestie that she was being spied on.

“So, Adorjan I guess you were not that tired at all. Would you like to have something to eat?”

“What do you want with my blood?”

Amorisa stood up and jorra her cat jumped down and walked over to her spot at the window.

“What did you hear?”

“You want my blood and I want to know now why?”

“Why do you think? You are a child of a vampire and a gypsy. Your blood is powerful and I mean to have allot of it.”

“You mean to drain me?” Adorjan said staring at her.

“Adorjan why don’t we come inside and we can discuss this.”

Adorjan went straight to the door and it was locked. “Open the door Amorisa.” He said through clenched teeth.

“Why would I do that?” She kept moving closer and Adorjan kept her in his sight.

“I will say it one more time. Open the door.”

“Or what? You have been living with your mother and my sister in the woods all your life. You think you’re a threat to me?”

Adorjan went back to the door and he focused on the door nob. He tried to remember what his yaya had taught him. He could hear Amorisa move closer to him and time was running out.

“What are you trying to do?” She said through a laugh. “No one can get out of my spell.”

One more second and he heard the click. Amorisa stopped when she saw the door open.

Adorjan gabbed his bag and ran out of the house and looked at her from the other side of the gate.

Amorisa tried to go after Adorjan but once she stepped out from the house she screamed.

“What deal did you make? You sold your life away and you were willing to drain me for what?”

Amorisa turned and slammed the door behind her. Adorjan did not think he wouldn’t have someplace to stay. He made his way back to the dock and luck had it that the twins boat was still there. Now the catch was to figure out where they were.

Adorjan decided just to wait for them on the boat. He found a stop where he placed his satchel down so he could rest his head. He never slept heavy so someone thinking that they could creep up on him will be surprised.

He looked up at the sky and thought of his mother and his yaya. Their teachings saved his life. He never thought he would have to worry about his own family trying to kill him.

As he bagan to doze off a bird flew off towards the moon. “Odd. I would never guess that black birds flew so far across the sea.”

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The bird flew to its mistress to inform her of what the abomination was up to. Abella recovered from the atrocities that was inflicted on her by the ancient.

She was seething from her anger towards how Makalo. The way he acted as if she caused this on her self. She did not have a child with a human or another vampire, he did.

“Mother, I need to speak to you.”

Abella’s bedroom door was swung opened wide as a young woman with deep, crimson hair that cascade down her exposed shoulders.  A set of perfect bowed lips painted as if she used paint lacquer on them. The shine from it drew attention. But nothing could take away from her eye’s. There was no denying that she was the daughter of Makalo.

“What is it?”

“I want to go to the village tonight. Niece told me that unless you give the ok I can not go.”

“That is correct.”

“Really mother?” She said sarcastically

“I am a pure blood. I am stronger that a horse, let alone a mortal. I want a sip of fresh blood. We have not gone out in ages and I crave it.”

Abella knew how strong she was and that frightened her. Everyone dare not tell her that she killed her true mother or face the rath of the prince. She came to love her as if she had her, herself.

“We shall go tomorrow night. I want to take you some place special. Can you wait until then?”

“Special?” Her eyes showed her brain mulling things over. “Okay I can wait another night.”

“Until then have you decided who you want to mate?”

“Not this again. I am to young and I am just enjoying being. I don’t want to be ruled over. I am going to the gardens. I will see you tomorrow then mother.”

She leaned over and she could smell that niece rubbed roses through her hair as she gave her a kiss on the cheek. As she turned to leave the black bird flew through the window. The young vampire was not surprised to see the bird. She thought that was her mother’s weakness. Her dependency on those beasts. She stormed off the same way as she walked in. In a storm

” Now tell me what you know.” Abella commanded the bird.

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The call of Dhampir chpt4

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Makalo felt the shift in the house when Abella returned. He was in his library sitting on his ninetieth century throne when the shift occurred.

He put down his memoir of his life two centuries ago and rose from his comfort to greet his absent mate. He could have waited until she fully recovered from the ordeal she had to endure, but why she he? There was no love between them that he had to show such compassion.

He went to her chamber to be met face to face with her trusted guard who seemed a bit (ashined) himself.

“Is Abella awake?”

“the guard bowed and answered, ” No my prince.”

“That is alright. You may leave and feed. I do not seem to recall your name?”

“I am Artimus Cello, my prince.”

“Who sired you?”

“Abella, my prince.”

He nodded with understanding and walked past him opening the door to her chamber. Abella was laid out straight with her dark chestnut hair around her. Her pallor was grey and yet he felt no compassion towards her.

“Awaken Abella.” He commanded.

Abella slowly opened her eye’s to the prince’s command.

“I hear that you visited the ancient to get some information.”

Abella tried her best to sit up but her body felt heavy from the lack of blood.

“Yes.”

“was the price you paid equivalent to the information you received?”

She cast her eye’s down, knowing he knew the ordeal she went through.

“I should ignite the damn parchment. You gave yourself to what we consider an unclean ancient to kill my offspring. Yes I know what you retrieved.”

“Why should you car who I give myself too. You have not visited my bed in centuries. Instead you go to the cattle. Why punish me over something you are not interested in.”

“You are correct. I will never go to your bed. By law your infidelity is enough for me to kill you, but I gave my word to your father I would not.”

“You wont burn the parchment will you.”

Makalo looked at his mate with a look of pure anger and disgust.

“I will not burn the parchment. I will let things go as written.”

Adella kept her eye’s casted down as she whispered,” What have I ever done to you to hate me so much?”

“You really want that answer?”

“Yes,my prince.”

“You were created.” He turned around and walk toward the door. “I will allow this transgression once. Do you understand?”

“Yes” she whispered with her head still bowed. She would have shed tears if she was not drained.

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I feel as if I have not given you the necessary back ground information on the mating of Makalo and Abella. That story needs it’s own blog to give you the complete synopsis. But I will tell you that the mating of the two was arranged and enforced by the former Prince Lacume. He wanted a unification of the second strongest vampire nests in the world. Makalo had his sights on Nikila. Abella’s youngest sister. They had met secretly and planned to make the announcement of their mating. Abella found out and secretly planned the death of her youngest sister, Makalo’s first and only love.

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Adorjan walked endlessly in the woods around the small towns. Making sure not to go onto property and spooking the animals.

He slept sparingly. He did not need much sleep as his sire but he also did not sleep as much as his mother. He ate what he trapped and cooked the meat. Never well done just a slight char to give it flavor.

When he did sleep he rarely dreamed. Unfortunately, tonight was not one of them. He was walking down what looked like a dark hall. At the end of the hall was a small glass floating in the center of a square room.

The light that was being cast was from a candle at the far left of the room. H walked up to the bowl and inside was a clear order less fluid. He took it and drank. Instantly is insides burned and his eyes bled.

Adorjan woke with a start. He knew that was a foreboding as his yaya would say. He made a note to remember the dream. His life may depend on it.

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The call of Dhampir chpt.3 (Adult)

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The night wraps around the undead like a silken sheet, that slowly caresses and transitions with their every move.

A slight shift disrupted the serene night. Everyone felt and knew “He” was approaching. The newly turned made their way to their rooms and the older vampire’s stayed to greet the prince.

Makalo decided to enter his home through Abella’s chambers. He wanted to see what his mate was up to. Once he regained his form from being a shapeless mist. He knew that Abella not being in her chamber did not bode well for her victim.

A slight movement to his right alerted him of being watched.

“Mimi appear before me.”

A little spider crawled above the prince’s head and slowly lowered itself before him. The spider took it’s the original form of a young woman at the age of sixteen. Eye’s still full of innocents that had long gone. Skin soft and plump. Lips slightly off with full bottom lip and a nearly non existent top.

“Why are you in Abella’s chambers?”

“I was keeping an eye on her for you.”

“I do not remember assigning you to keep watch.” Looking intensely at her.

“No my prince. I just thought….”

“What has Abella been up to now?”

“She went to the ancient. Her guard informed her of a spell to break the protective barrier around your dhampir.”

He stood there letting the information sink in. He knew her hatred for his indiscretion with the human consumed her, but to what end will she not go to kill, Adorjan?

“When did she leave?”

“Over an hour ago.”

“She will learn the price to pay for information from that ancient.” She walked toward the door past Mimi.

“No more spying, but you have improved in skill.” that was all he said as he walked away.

Mimi will follow his order but was illated for the slight compliment he had given to her.

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Abella looked at the bed covered with red and gold cloths. She removed her clothing and went to lie on it.

As her body laid completely down on the soft sheets. Several steel bars looped around her wrists, arms, knees, and ankles. It burned at her flesh but she refused to scream.

“There is no need for this. I will not leave before our bargain is done.”

“Do not say things that will not happen.”

Abella did not understand what he meant. She made a deal and she never backs out of anything she had agreed to.

The Ancient walked close to the bed and began to disrobe. His power was immense. He hid behind it so she did not see his true form.

The body she witnessed was well formed with a flattened stomach and strong thighs. His manhood was impressive yet not aroused.

“I guard you against my form now. But once the act between us starts you will see what is hidden before you.”

He levitated above her nude body and slowly lowered himself on to her. He began with a kiss or two on the neck. She felt a sting on her thigh, then another on her hip. The stings began to turn to pain when multiple punctures were being administered to her body.

She had not screamed in centuries. She endured many agonizing ordeals to her body, yet she had never felt this. She finally looked at the ancient that was laying on her and the sight demanded her fear and blood-curdling screams.

His body housed over a hundred smallmouths all with tiny fangs piercing her flesh and suckling the flowing dark blood. Once the realization sunk in. He entered her moist cavern with one thrust. The amount of blood he had taken from her body engorged his now aroused shaft.

Abella screamed as tears of blood flowed from her eyes. He took possession of her flesh and coveted her blood. The consummation went on for an hour. His member did damage her inside as his teeth damaged the outer shell.

The ancient rose off her body and all the tiny teeth dislodged from her flesh as the bargain had been satisfied. The metal holdings released her. Her used body could not move from lack of blood.

“I will call your guard in so you can feed. Once you are satisfied to leave. The parchment will be waiting for you outside. If you should need more information, please feel free to bargain again.”

The Ancient glided out of the room as she lied there. No thoughts came to her. All she could do was endure the pain that seemed to continue after the deed was done. The guard ran in and stopped at the sight of Abella. Every inch was covered with bites and dried dark blood. He approaches and bit his wrist to feed her.

She drank hungrily and fainted from exhaustion. The wounds heald slowly. The guard dress and carried her out. He seen the parchment tied in a black bow hanging from a limb of small spruce.

Abella slept soundlessly as only the dead can.

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The call of the Dhampir Chpt.2

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As the ominous yet memorable heel struck the marbled floor. Alerted to all the  trusted high guard has returned. All shutter in his presence since he carries out the orders of immortal Abella. The mate of the immortal Prince Makalo.

Abella considered herself to be the queen of their kind. A following in the suit of royalty she wore a crown decorated with pure onyx stones. Her gown was made to emphasize a sultry physic. If she turned a certain way you would catch a glimpse of forbidden flesh. Whether it be above or below the waist. She stood tall on stilts specially made for her feet. Stories went through the hall of her turning. How she seduced whom ever crossed her path, then killed them for the sport of it.

Over the years the coven had learned not to notice the dealings that went on with Abella. The prince only tolerated her countless centuries for a reason that must have been written down in the ancient achieves. If you ask a fledgling why are they together the look that is expressed in their dead eyes said, ” I have no idea.”

The prince spends his time traveling and enjoying what the world had to offer. And with his indulgence he had sired two children. One that was made with a human and the second created by another vampire. Both mother’s met their demise by Abella’s hand. The child created by the female vampire was taken and raised by her. The other child was being protected.

She had her suspicion who was protecting him but she had no proof.

“Your eminence.” The guard said as he bowed his head in respect.

“So what is the abomination up to now?” She asked as she looked out into the night sky from her exquisitely decorated throne.

“He has left the cottage in the woods. He seems to beheading north. What would you like to be done?”

“What I would like is his life to end and his body to return to ash. That is impossible at the moment. Have you received any word how to break the enchantment that surrounds him?” She asked and shifted in her seat.

“I was told that somewhere in the archive it is written what could possibly be protecting this dhampir life.”

“Why do you not have the parchment that it was written on?”

“The achieves are protected by an ancient. I cannot ask admittance without loosing my life. But you can eminence.” He informed her with his head still bowed.

“I?”

“Yes, the most they would require is use of your body and blood. They dear not kill you.”

Abella’s hate for the Dhampir had a hold on her so deep that she was willing to do anything to destroy all evidence of the thing. It was one thing to sire out side of their joining but to create a Dhampir is going against nature itself.

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There was a few hours left of night and Abella needed to get the information on how to break the enchantment on the Dhampir.

The ancient scrolls were kept in the hidden lair, in the dark forest. Light was not capable of penetrating the darkness. The air was cold and would bother a mortals lungs but for her it was as soothing as creamy dark chocolate.

Her guard followed close behind. The coven dear not speak of her departure from the premises to the prince, if he felt so beholden to return.

As they walked up to the ancient dwelling they felt the power that was imitating from it. The door open by it’s own accord and a figure stood in the center of the doorway.

“Abella Dumont daughter and heir to Count Dumont. Died and returned in 1819. Mate to Prince Makalo. What brings you to the house of illumination?”

“I require an audience with you. I understand that you house the information on breaking a protective shield on a Dhampir.”

“An abomination. Yes I recall it.”

“May I see the parchment?”

“There is a price.”

“What is your price, ancient?” She said with conviction.

“You for the day. Your blood and body that houses the precious liquid.”

“Do you not fear the penalty of taking me to bed?”

“You will  pay the price of this indiscretion, not I.”

Abella stood there and contemplated on what he said. Was it worth her life to kill this blithe on vampire kind? the more she thought the angrier she became.

“Guard keep watch until I return. Warn me if anything out of the ordinary occurs.”

“Yes, eminence.”

She walked towards the ancient that was shroud in a vail of illusion. She did not care what was in store for her as long as the Dhampir named Adojan was removed from the face of the earth.

Once inside, the thick tomb door closed behind them. He led the way through darkness to a room light buy pillared candles.

“Are you not afraid to burn the ancient writings?”

“No the wall are way to slick and cool from the earth. It will not be able to travel to the writings. Enough talking. Remove the layers of clothing on your body and lay on the bed.”

Abella looked at the bed covered with red and gold cloths. She removed her clothing and……..

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