The scent of human blood shakes him from his thoughts. He turns to greet his newest victim. “So, my love tells me that you have some information to share.” Foster is brought inside by two vampires. He immediately drops to his knees in front of the ancient immortal.
“Yes, my King. She promised that you would return my immortal gifts if I shared this information with you.” Foster is pale and remembers all too well the pain of being turned, but nothing can hurt worse than this deficient, weak, and powerless body.
“I see. Leave us.” He waits for them to leave and removes Foster’s binds while guiding him to a chair. “Come join me for tea.” Foster stares at him in shock. This was not what he expected. The Vampire King was said to be ruthless and he appears more… bookish.
“Thank you, my King.” He sits quietly at a small table near the large doorway. The chamber they are in appears to be a library. His fortress is built into the side of a mountain in Hawaii, and this particular stone room has a balcony overlooking the rocks below.
“Tell me everything you know.” He knows she would not have sent this human to him without a just reason. Patience is something he has perfected. Self-control above all else must be maintained.
Foster pours the hot water and sips on his tea, sighing as it quenches his thirst and calms his nerves. “Excellent,” he sighs. Foster tells of the bar, how the female entered the bar and appeared to all his vampiric senses to be human.
“When I bit her, I couldn’t release her! It was as if she controlled my mind. When the pain started it was unbearable!” Foster’s hands tremble as remembers the attack. Caius knows immediately that this female is the same one who attacked him.
Slowly, he lowers his shuddering cup to the saucer. “She drained you of your immortal gifts, completely?” Of course! That is why he took so long to heal. “Tell me Foster, where is this creature now?”
Foster stares at the King and for the first time, he sees him as he truly is. Powerful, ancient and livid. The illusion he held, falls and he exposes his true expression. Hairless, rippled and scarred beyond recognition. His skin appears to have been melted like hot wax, sealing the corner of one eye and lip. The opposite side of his face is perfection. Lush black hair, and alabaster skin.
“She ran from the club, after fighting with a Drow, and killing another vampire. My King, she killed two ancient vampires, with her bite. It is rumored that only the newly turned are sapped of our vampiric abilities and returned human.”
Caius stands, walking to the balcony, he steps outside and looks up into the open sky above. Foster follows slowly, afraid to speak and break the spell or incur his wrath. “This fortress was built in a dormant volcano. I found it appropriate, it reminds me of myself in some ways. The power is there, always ready to be released, but prevented from showing its strength, because of the elements that surround it.” He stares at Foster with intensity.
“Let us discuss your payment. Foster, do you wish to return to your vampire form? It seems to me, that a great many vampires wish to be given the gift of humanity again. Have you thought it through?”
“Yes, my King. I can’t stand to be so… impotent. This body is frail and powerless,” he drops to his knees in front of Caius and waits for his decision.
Caius lifts the young man slowly and looks down into his face. His fangs erupt and he grins at him. “Thank you for this gift.”
The door opens to his suite and two vampires return. “Where is Magdalene?” Caius demands.
“She is with Lady Faygin.” The females replies.
“Excellent, turn him, but save the last bite for me.”
“Of course,” the female pulls Foster to the center of the room and sniffs his throat. “You smell good. The second male walks around behind Foster and places his hands on his shoulders. “I get his throat,” he growls.
Foster’s heart pounds and he grows aroused by the foreplay. “Yes,” he moans and his head falls back when the female beings to unbutton his shirt. She circles his nipple with her teeth and traces her long red nails over the pale skin following a vein with her nail.
“Together, bite me together,” Foster demands and sinks his hands into the female’s long hair while she nips at his body, intensifying his pleasure. A hiss of pain and she sinks her teeth into the vein below his nipple, at the same time the male vampire takes his throat.
Caius watches with a soft smile. He loves this part of conception. It makes him feel God like, to be present when one of his children is born. Stepping forward, to join in the creation, he stops in his tracks when Foster screams out in pain. Those leaching from his body attempts to release him, only to find they are stuck. They begin to melt together, a hot boiling cauldron of blood, skin, and mass. The glob inches towards him and a hand reaches for Caius, who quickly backs away. Within seconds, the three are one liquefied mess on his floor.
“No! It can’t be?” They were natural born vampires. How many times will this abomination try to kill him? He spins and rushes to the book. Flipping it past the location of the gates, he seeks the Prophecy of the Herald. If what the books says is true, the Herald will be born when an imbalance occurs. The death
