《Alucard St. Vincent》 BlackGate ¡°Clarissa what did you do?¡± Elloren asked. The fire in Elloren¡¯s eyes was still burning. No doubt if Clarissa made the wrong move Elloren would take her life. Where had this come from? What am I missing? Why was Elloren so upset? ¡°One week ago, the ringing began. It¡¯s happened before so I didn¡¯t think anything of it. Three nights ago, I woke up in a memory.¡± ¡°They made contact with you, and you didn¡¯t tell anyone? Clarissa.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not that easy Elloren, this is my mother. I didn¡¯t think¡­.¡± ¡°That it could happen to you.¡± ¡°No, they would be so angry.¡± ¡°She¡¯s dead, why would she be happy about that?¡± I asked, trying to give Elloren a moment to cool off. Turning her attentions from Elloren to me, Clarissa answered. ¡°It was her choice to die. Besides death is never permanent, in our family.¡± Even in her wrong doings Clarissa never looked away from our eyes as she explained herself. It is never an easy thing to admit guilt so bravely. She held no fear of being judged. Folding her arms, Clarissa waited for someone to say something. It might as well be me. ¡°Why do you have your father¡¯s concealment magic on you?¡± ¡°It¡¯s his spell, I haven¡¯t added to it or altered it. The origins remain his. You can smell the original origins of magic?¡± There was a hint of something unfamiliar in her brown eyes. ¡°I guess so.¡± I replied. Not sure if that was a skill I actually possessed. Sighing Elloren slid down to the floor, her fairies disappearing. The melodramatics of it all. ¡°What does she want Clarissa?¡± Putting her hair up in a ponytail, Clarissa asked her own question. ¡°Before I begin, I need to know something.¡± ¡°You came here. That indicates that you need something from us. We are not making any promises. So, talk or get out.¡± Elloren replied. Distain suited her. Tossing her head back Clarissa replied with, ¡°What a bunch of bitches.¡± Elloren nor I replied. ¡°Fine, fucking fine.¡± Standing Clarissa stood and started to pace the room.Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. ¡°My mother is who you would recognize as Siren ¡°Mother of Oceans.¡± If I could pass out, I would have. What the actual fuck. Come to think of it, her mother that woman I saw did appear ancient. I guess one would be ancient to be a part of The Holy Trinities. ¡°Wait The Holy Trinities died in a war.¡± I stated. ¡°No, they didn¡¯t. The Holy Trinities can reincarnate, like the Gods. It¡¯s never been attempted before because the other ones, Aires and Ever never bore any direct children. Their magic returned to the earth to create new generations, but they have no direct descendants so to speak. They died in the war but before that, they gave the last of their power to my mother so she could escape and find a way to bring them back.¡± ¡°That¡¯s why you said, ¡°They would still be so angry.¡± Elloren said as she stood up. ¡°Yes. Long story short, my mother met my father he concealed her identity for decades. Then she became with child with me. Shortly after that, her possession started. Her sisters were angry that instead of figuring out a way to bring them back, she fell in love and had a baby. My mother while still sane asked my father to kill her. So, he did. Now she and her sister¡¯s are back. But that¡¯s not my mother, she is in there, but her sisters are stronger. Angier. Grieving over a life they wanted. Displaced anger at my father for choosing to save us all instead of my mother.¡± Clarissa stopped pacing letting out a deep sigh. ¡°What else?¡± Elloren¡¯s voice held no sympathy. There was not an ounce of compassion to be heard. ¡°I came here because my father knew you, well the two of you would need to stop her.¡± Crossing my arms, I could only glare at Clarissa. What could we, and by we I meant I do against basically The Three Holy Trinities untied in a magician¡¯s body? ¡°How.¡± Elloren stated more so then asked. ¡°I don¡¯t know I was hoping you did.¡± ¡°When exactly did your father tell you this?¡± Taking a deep breath, Clarissa stated, ¡°Before I came to this school.¡± ¡°Three years ago?¡± Elloren and I said in unison. Clarissa nodded her head while Elloren and I looked at each other. This is so fucking bad. ¡°Okay so what do they want?¡± I asked. Unable hide the annoyance in my voice. ¡°What they always wanted. To be reincarnated.¡± ¡°Okay how do they do that?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know. If I had to guess they would need a necromancer to pull their dead souls out of the body. But that all I can guess.¡± Sitting up, the moving pieces Clarissa provided started coming together. They took over her father¡¯s body because a magician was born with magic and a necromancer was born with magic. Neither were plentiful. And none were born a Blackgate. None other than Elloren. Before I could speak my theory, my body went tense and on alert. Using ¡°Devils Search¡± I found her. She was searching for me using her own power. Taking in the scene around her, this was new for me. Usually, I can only see the person I am looking for. I didn¡¯t know if I could see her surroundings because she was looking for me or if her powers simply complimented my own. Whatever the case, I could see everything. Only there was nothing to see. She was in some sort of cave. No light surrounded her. But I know she is here. ¡°Hello Vampire.¡± In one voice I could hear three voices, not four. They all sounded ancient. ¡°Tell me dear, are you able to give a message to the necromancer?¡± ¡°Why not do it yourself?¡± Grim, sad, diabolical laughter filled the empty space she coward in. ¡°Do you know nothing of her power?¡± ¡°Apparently not, educate me." Either they cared nothing about my sarcasm or they were too old to know what a scarsrm sounded like. ¡°The dead are unable to speak to a Blackgate, unless that Blackgate has given permission. Even we are bound by those rules.¡± They answered the question as if explaining simple rules to a child. ¡°What do you want to say and who should I say is saying it?" ¡°Inform the necromancer in three years we are coming for her. Be warned others will seek her out and attempt to destroy her. Old emeines. Ones who would prefer we stay bound, bonded, and weak. You may enlighten her that this message comes directly from Ever (Mother of Earth and Aires, Mother of Air.)." ¡°Why three years?¡± ¡°She is incapable of the spell required to separate us. Three years her final ascension will take place, we have seen this." More laughter filled the space. It echoed off the empty walls traveling through cycles of endless joylessness. "How do you know when the necromancer will ascend? Can you view the future?" "Non, vampire. When you are as old as we are. Nothing is considered the future." ¡°What if she refuses Aires, Ever?" ¡°That would make for a more interesting outcome. Nevertheless not a future we have not encountered." With that she diminished our communication. Elloren held out a tissue, taking it, I wiped the blood from my nose. ¡°She is coming for you in three years.¡± Elloren¡¯s only response was rapid blinking to keep her tears away. Remarkable Two days later, The Headmaster felt confident enough to assemble us all. The assembly was to warn us that The Holy Trinities while weak, they still are considered a threat. We treat all threats as personal attacks. The Headmaster and the rest of the school staff felt confident regarding the extra boarders they placed around the school. However, several parents protested that this was not enough. These parents wanted more to be done to protect their children, their heirs, their bloodlines, their not at all helpless children. Some threatened to pull their kids out of the school. The only thing that stopped them was sending their kids to another school was not an option. Not if they wanted their children to be true heirs. There are only three schools designed for us. Out of those three schools, only Academy West specialized in ascensions. The Headmaster bluntly advised these parents of these facts. The parents went silent. Logic defeating their fears. Elloren skipped the assembly along with Clarissa. They dug around while the student body and staff were all in one place. Glancing around, I never realized just how many students went here. Never realized just how unremarkable the children of these delusional parents are. Powerful sure, dangerous. Of course that is a given. They place the danger level on the school¡¯s application. However, unremarkable still. Sighing, I thought about the next three years. They would pass in the blink of an eye to us. And then what? We fight? We fight The Holy Trinities? Not even my father was as old as them. He was birthed from their ending. Could he kill the very powers that created him? Sitting up, I felt something oddly familiar. Glancing at the grand golden stage, there it was, the familiarity. Silk pajamas. Only this time he wasn¡¯t in silk pajamas. He was dressed in a school uniform. Much worst. ¡°On a positive note, we would like to welcome our newest student, Godric Victorian.¡± The name echoed off the lips of everyone including myself for a solid two minutes after he was introduced. Watching him move to the podium, was the most graceful things I have seen all week. Even my mother would applaud his sureness, his carefulness. Pulling the mic up to where it stood, his long braid flipped over his shoulder. ¡°His hair is longer than mines.¡± I heard someone from the middle section say. ¡°Salutations to you all. My name is Godric Victorian. While I may not know any of you personally, I am pleased to see you are alive and well. I will be attending this academy until my graduation. I do hope to know many of you before then.¡± With that he stepped off the stage. This was the one time I wanted to be in the front row. After Godric¡¯s introduction, dismissal came. Since I sat in the back, I was the first to exit. Bright cold air hit my face. This is comfort cold. With a smile in my eyes, I began walking towards my room. Classes would not resume until next week. However, The Headmaster wanted every student to remain on campus. Passing by the cafeteria, I located Clarissa and Elloren. Before I could move to go to them, someone grabbed my arm. Pulling back a little harder than required. That someone became clear. Godric.Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. ¡°You would be pleased to see that since I anticipated interaction, I chose not to wear silk pajamas. He said, taking a step back so I could drink him in. ¡°Yeah, but now it¡¯s much worse. You are in a uniform.¡± I replied. Laughing, he adjusted his backpack. A backpack? Him in a backpack? ¡°I never thought of you as a backpack guy Godric.¡± ¡°What did you think of me as?¡± ¡°A briefcase maybe?¡± ¡°That stuffy St. Vincent?¡± ¡°Not stuffy, ummm more like serious.¡± ¡°A briefcase makes someone serious St. Vincent?¡± ¡°In your case yes.¡± His eyes ping ponged between both of my eyes. Is this what it means to look into someone¡¯s eyes. I found myself following his eyes as he followed mines. ¡°Where are you headed?¡± Breaking the rhythm, I blinked. Turing to face the cafeteria I found two other sets of eyes on me, well not just me. US. ¡°My friend is in there.¡± ¡°The one from the invisible building?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Godric, did not bother to look at the people in the cafeteria. I could feel his eyes studying me. Facing back at him, he was a little closer now. I could taste the scent of the sun on him. Much different than the night we met. ¡°I am going to go now, okay?¡± I don¡¯t know why the statement came out as a question, but it did. ¡°Go, I will find you later.¡± And with that the scent of the sun faded and all that was left was the heat. I watched him make his way across the courtyard, by ways of pavement. It was nice to see that while his clothes changed the bow that held his braid together did not. ¡°Well, a bow what a nice feminine touch.¡± Elloren stated, from behind me. Internalizing my ¡°Yeah.¡± Facing my friend, I saw her eyes begging for sleep to be allowed in. Elloren¡¯s green eyes appear sunken and restless. ¡°How do you know him?¡± She asked. ¡°I don¡¯t know him. But we have met before.¡± Intertwining her arm with mines, she pulled us forward to the cafeteria. On our way I recounted the night I met Godric. ¡°I would expect nothing less from a Victorian.¡± Elloren said as she folded her legs Indian style in her chair. ¡°Where did Clarissa go?¡± ¡°Who knows, who cares. She is useless.¡± ¡°I mean we are looking for ways to kill her parents.¡± Elloren rolled her eyes, titling her head back. ¡°The Headmaster thinks The Holy Trinities are bluffing. Two spells are required to bring them back permanently. I can only perform one. If that according to her. I have already ascended once. To do that again in three years would be diabolical.¡± ¡°What are these spells?¡± I asked. ¡°She couldn¡¯t tell me. The Spell must come to me.¡± Elloren answered using her best Headmaster impression. ¡°Or she doesn¡¯t want you looking for the spell.¡± I replied without taking my eyes off Elloren. ¡°Precisely, but why wouldn¡¯t she want me looking for the spell Alucard? It¡¯s not like The Holy Trinities are going to suddenly say fuck it. I am a Blackgate. Most likely the last of my bloodline.¡± Elloren said narrowing her green eyes. We discussed this topic some time ago. Not only did Elloren refuse to procreate she preferred women. Meeting my eyes once more, I saw more than sleep depravity, I saw fear. Taking a deep breath, I did the only thing I could do at a time like this. I ordered her a burger and fries. While Elloren ate, the cafeteria became a huddle ground. In here the students spoke freely about what they are truly feeling. Other people are to busy speaking about how they are feeling to eavesdrop on others. At the core of all the conversations bleeding into my ears. There was fear. A fear that I could not relate to. A fear that was beginning to shadow this school. Pulling focus back towards my own problem, if The Headmaster did not want Elloren looking for the spell. That meant what she said was truth, the spell had to come to her. Or the most likely scenario, Elloren had to find it. And we both knew where it would be. Her parents. The only place that will ever exist I would not allow Elloren to return to. If they thought for a second, they could have Elloren back she would be bound, drained, starved, and trafficked until she died. No fucking way. I would go. If her disgusting parents knew anything about this spell, I would know. My eyes would not allow anyone to deceive me. Somebody鈥檚 Else鈥檚 Home Sweet Hell After she eating, I ran Elloren a bath, put on her favorite show and within the hour she was asleep. Deep asleep, so deep she was consuming my entire bed. Sighing and making my way towards the kitchen. Opening the fridge I grabbed a glass of blood. One rule my father set for me attending this school, was that fresh blood be delivered each day. Did I need to drink everyday no, did I drink every day? Also no. Did this service come in handy? Yes. On certain days my mother slips in herself and leaves gifted blood for me to consume. Is this allowed? No. Does my mother care? Also no.From the kitchen I could hear Elloren¡¯s light snore. At least she is sleeping. The sun began to fade, and I began my search for Elloren¡¯s parents. To my surprise, they moved. While I couldn¡¯t make their exact location. I knew the area well enough to know I would locate their home. Elloren¡¯s mother while vile was undeniably beautiful. Her blue hair fell in waves around her as she chanted in a circle surrounded by her ancestor¡¯s skulls. Unlike Elloren, her mother¡¯s necromancy bound her to their ancestors and their realms. Elloren needed no permission to retrieve the dead nor did such boundaries exist for her. She could pull the dead from anywhere. Any dimension, any time, any gate. Bringing my sight back from where my body would be in an hour or so. I drank the blood that remained in my glass as I prepared to visit the wicked necromancer of the west. Wiping my nose, no blood. So, I only bleed when locating The Holy Trinities. Useful. Drinking down the blood in my glass and checking on Elloren once more. Tossing on my black leather coat created from elf skin, I walked outside my room aka a studio apartment. Just as I walked out, Godric walked up. His eyes met mines and for a second, I saw the sadness of a pleasant memory. ¡°Where are you going?¡± He asked as if I owed him an explanation. Should I lie or should I tell him the truth? ¡°To visit a friend¡¯s parents.¡± I decided half of the truth would be better. Raising his eyebrow at me, it seemed as if he was waiting for the rest of my answer to be explained using complete details. That or he knew I spoke only half of the truth. Blinking at him, I asked my own question. ¡°Why are you here?¡± Tiling his head as though I offended him by not knowing why he was here. He answered, ¡°I informed you that I would find you later.¡± ¡°I thought you meant like tomorrow or something. Crossing his arms he shook his head. ¡°I would have said so.¡± ¡°Now that you have found me, what do you want?¡± I asked leaning on the opposite red brick wall directly under a lantern. ¡°I desire lots of things. As for now, my desire is for you to keep me distracted.¡± ¡°You mean to keep you from the sleep you know you are not going to get?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± He answered so honestly. I couldn¡¯t help but laugh. Pushing myself off the wall. I walked past him. He followed. ¡°Unfortunately, I am busy trying to make sure my friend doesn¡¯t suffer from the same fate.¡± Pushing the black elevator button, I could hear it starting to move from the ground floor. ¡°The fate of restlessness or the fate of unavailability?¡± He asked. Glancing over at him dressed in a matching black sweat suit, a floor length black wool coat that stopped above his ankles, and a pair of grey sneakers. I decided to not answer his question. Instead, I took a deep breath and attempted to formulate some sort of plan. The Blackgates most likely wouldn¡¯t hand over the spell and I couldn¡¯t kill them either. ¡°I can help.¡± Godric¡¯s voice broke through my concentration as if it was the only thing that mattered. With the elevator¡¯s arrival the doors opened, and we walked inside. Godric pushed the button to the ground floor. Enclosed in the golden glass elevator with Godric I muddled over his offer. ¡°Help with what?¡± I was only asking to determine if he could he read minds. ¡°Whatever you are trying to plan. Especially if it involves leaving this campus.¡± ¡°I can leave the campus just fine.¡± ¡°Can you return to it just fine St. Vincent?¡± Fuck, could I? With the extra precautions, I doubt my return would go unnoticed. The elevator doors opened with a ¡°Welcome to ground level.¡± This time it was me who followed Godric.Stepping out the building into the cool nights air it pulled thought into my mind. What if I just waited to return? Classes start up again next week. I could go home for a surprise visit pretend to stay too late and let my father bring me back to campus. Sure, we are not supposed to leave campus. However, I highly doubt someone would bring that up in front of my father aside from The Headmaster.That plan just might work. Looking up at the night¡¯s sky, I¡¯ve forgotten how winter brings stars. No clouds blocking their view. Nothing blocking I from them either. ¡°Stargazing is a part of the plan?¡± Dragging my eyes from the stars to something much more. Giving Godric a once over again. He resembled impossibility standing here under the stars in the cold. There is elegance then there is Godric. He didn¡¯t slouch or fidget. Since his top lip simply rested on his bottom lip. There were no harsh lines created by them. His classical jawline did not clinch. Meaning he was not biting down on his beautiful teeth. Not even the long ash blonde hair strings falling from their bow seemed out of place. Beau, belle. ¡°I am not telling you my plan, because you are not coming.¡± ¡°Then I follow you.¡± ¡°Not possible. Vampires are not trackable.¡± Just then I saw a memory flash in his frosted silver eyes. Must have been a pleasant one like earlier, because he smirked a little. An when the humor died the sadness returned. ¡°My sister, she taught me how.¡± ¡°Is she a vampire?¡± ¡°Non.¡± ¡°Qu''est-ce qu''elle est?¡± He didn¡¯t answer my question, but it didn¡¯t matter. What his sister was did not matter. What mattered is the hidden sadness I could feel in the words he did not say. ¡°Does your sister have something to do with the reason you are sleepless?¡± ¡°Non. She is the reason. There is nothing else.¡± ¡°You two must be close.¡± Godric replied by nodding his head. The subject if his sister was a sensitive one because altered the conversation. Back to something he would only receive limited details to. ¡°How do you plan on getting off campus?¡± Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. Rolling my eyes, I replied. ¡°Again, not telling you, my plan.¡± ¡°Will you at least tell me why you are sneaking off campus?¡± Wrapping my scarf around my neck I figured I should tell him something since he shared something about his sister. ¡°My friend, The Holy Trinities are after her. She needs a spell and where I think the spell is I have forbidden her to go.¡± Interlocking his fingers, he rested his chin on top. ¡°A forbidden place only for her not for you?¡± ¡°Oui.¡± Being still for a vampire was the equivalent of a human breathing without thinking about it. But under the all-consuming gaze of Godric, I felt the unnatural urge to fidget. Averting my gaze I defaulted to my shoes. Black Doc. Marten loafers given to me by Elloren last year. ¡°Compris. Let them know it was me who sent you. St. Vincent.¡± And with that he disappeared. No trace, of him remained, not even his scent. After gathering myself, I focused on the task at hand. Finding that damn spell for Elloren. Quickly using ¡°Devil¡¯s Search¡± again. I made sure the vile creatures that should have never procreated still lurked in their home. They were and it appeared that they are entertaining guest. How fun. Since I have never been to their new home, I could only teleport to the neighborhood. In the shadow of winter, the houses could not have been more perfect. Moody colors that the gothic theme iron fences every house seemed to have paired well. The cobblestones used for the streets rich in dark color. Crimson reds, eclipse blacks, and forest greens made everything about the neighborhood aesthetically pleasing. After six houses I found them. No cars in the driveway and the noise inside could not be heard on the outside. That was nice to know just in case someone, not me, was accidentally murdered. Walking up to the front door bypassing a barrier spell. Good for zombies, humans, and a certain type of vampirism. Non-existent for my kind of vampirism. Knocking on the forest green door, the people inside went silent. I knocked again. This time I heard footsteps. The door opened revealing human vile disguised as a lovely older woman with eyes as wide as the black moon. She instinctively attempted to slam the door, but it was too late. I was inside. ¡°How did you do that? I have never invited you in vampire.¡± Ignoring her question, I did a quick run through of her hellish home. Skulls, herbs, dead goats in the backyard, dead bodies in the basement. Three male clients occupied the three guest rooms upstairs and poison filling the air. Blood magic flowed through these walls boundless and restless. Several of her guest are female. All young but not lost. These women knew what their host was and what she is capable of. That¡¯s probably why they are here. I wondered if they knew she trafficked her own daughter. I found Elloren¡¯s upstairs chatting in a witch circle. One that I could not enter. The demon¡¯s blood surrounding the circle kept me out. Deciding to throw something. It hit the outside of the demon barrier. Bouncing back at me with three times the force. A barrier and an amplifier. With his feet digging into the ground beneath him. He continued chanting. Eyes rolled in the back of his empty head. Hands dead at his sides. Mr. Blackgate attempted to push me out of the room with his removal magic. Unfortunately, his borrowed power wasn¡¯t enough and the magic he constantly stole from Elloren was long gone. Rolling my eyes, I left him to it. Heading back downstairs, Elloren¡¯s mother attempted to capture me in a spell of her own. To my surprise she did. Locking me inside a blue bubble I could not move. Smiling at me with all fourteen blacken teeth she circled the bubble. Whatever this spell, it was conjured up with vampires in mind. My body felt heavy. It reminded of me of the sun rays beating down on my skin. They stung but they did not burn. ¡°My latest spell vampire, soon it will put you to sleep. Last, I remember you have a time restraint on how long you can be in the sun without requiring your coffin to recover. No coffin no recovery. No recovery no Alucard.¡± Elloren¡¯s mother spoke modern day Latin. All demons spoke some form of Latin. Even if that demon was human. However, the bitch is correct. The bubble¡¯s rays are heavy and draining my energy fast. No coffin no recovery. No recovery no Alucard. ¡°Why have you come here vampire?¡± She asked. ¡°There is a spell, that I need.¡± ¡°Mendax.¡± Bitch I am not lying, was what I wanted to say but I reframed. I couldn¡¯t tell her the whole truth. No, she would use it in some way to contact Elloren. If I even mentioned The Holy Trinities, she might put two and two together. The woman is vile, but stupid I could never describe her as. ¡°Honestly, my father requested it for his witches.¡± ¡°Why would The Count send his precious daughter to my house and not intrude himself?¡± ¡°He is busy in hell this week.¡± Raising her invisible eyebrow at me as she ran her black nails over her thousands of gold bracelets. Just then a tiny woman walked into the foyer from the living room. She couldn¡¯t have been anymore fourteen. But I knew age did not equivalent to innocence. Even in this bubble I could smell the blood on her skin. ¡°Lovely, this is Alucard. I thought she would have been harder to capture.¡± The fourteen-year-old walked closer to the bubble, and I could see the malice in her blue eyes. ¡°What would happen if we used her blood for the ritual and not human blood?¡± Elloren¡¯s mother seemed to think it over. How the fuck would she know the answer. My bloodline is feared as well as pure. My father doesn¡¯t allow his own witches to use it for magic. Let alone letting a Blackgate use it. ¡°Not sure, my little darling. But we can most certainly find out.¡± ¡°Amica Mea.¡± She used to call Elloren that as she chained her to the wall. Think Alucard, how do you get out of this! My body is starting to slouch and soon my vision would begin to create doubles. ¡°Her eyes they are red.¡± The fourteen-year old announced somewhere in the distance. At least that''s the way it sounded. ¡°Not red, amica mea. Those are the eyes of the diaboli.¡± The fourteen-year-old eyes lit up as if she held a new purpose in life. Too bad for her she would die before she ever saw this purpose through. ¡°What spell are you looking for?¡± She asked, biting her bottom lip. ¡°A spell specifically for Elloren.¡± At the sound of her daughter¡¯s name. Elloren¡¯s mother went silent. In fact, the entire house went silent. Even the magic that lived in the walls went silent. Elloren¡¯s name was still a hunting thing to this family of vileness. Their distain bringing me happiness even if I might die in a bubble. On the brink of losing my battle to not go unconscious. A voice broke through the spell. Blinking my eyes, I held onto that voice. ¡°Tell them I sent you.¡± Godric, did he know where I was coming all along? And for all I know he could have meant say that upon my interrogation when I returned to school. No better plan would come to me. There was no time to think of something else. At this point I could hardly remember where I am. Non, the time for thinking of a better plan had run out. If I did not escape this bubble soon, I would fall asleep, and they really would take my eyes and use my blood. Elloren would no longer be safe. With a lowered tone I spoke, ¡°Fine, you have me. I was sent by A Victorian.¡± The bubble around me vanished and in a second, I stood barley on my feet. Placing my hands on my knees, Elloren¡¯s mother squatted down in front of me. There was nothing in those moon eyes of hers but knowledge and sadism. ¡°Describe this Victorian to me.¡± ¡°Why?¡± You let me go. I can simply go.¡± ¡°Describe them and I will tell you about the spell that must chose Elloren.¡± Swallowing, I decided this was my best chance. Some of my strength began to return to me and I realized that those rays were only imitations of the sun¡¯s rays. The damages did not linger. No bubble no feeling weak. Straighten my stance, I pushed my red hair out of my face. My skin felt sticky due to the poison trying to.. well poison me. Coffin rest and a long shower is due. ¡°Long ash hair frosted silver eyes, tall, elegant, fast, feels dangerous, and umber skin. A black bow at the end of his hair.¡± She seemed to digest this information. Meanwhile her, creepy little darling stared at me. After what felt like an eternity, Elloren¡¯s mother spoke. ¡°The spell that needs to choose Elloren is with her already. That spell chose her years ago when it broke into our home and freed Elloren.¡± Letting her words sink into my consciousness I asked. ¡°Are you saying I am the spell?¡± ¡°Dead things cannot speak directly to a Blackgate without permission. You are an exception to that rule. Elloren could not have given you permission then because she herself was unaware of this rule. Have you never questioned why you were able to bypass this?¡± There are a lot of ¡°rules¡± in our world that simply do not apply to me. The higher the bloodline the more the rules affect me. But Elloren¡¯s mother held a point. The Blackgates while hated with good reason. Are royalty. The bottom half of it but royalty no less. If the dead speaking to a Blackgate is forbidden, I should at its weakest feel some effect of this. Instead, I felt nothing. Not now and not then when I first met Elloren. ¡°Ummm okay, what am I the spell to?¡± I asked. ¡°That I do not know. Elloren is the first in a century to receive a spell.¡± ¡°What else do you know?¡± Elloren¡¯s mother tilted her head back exposing her throat so she could run her fingernails down up and down its length. It¡¯s strange the traits we inherit from our parents. Elloren¡¯s neck was a duplicate of her mothers. Long, strong, refined. ¡°I know you vampire have captured the eyes of a Victorian.¡± ¡°Hardly he goes to my school.¡± Laughing that deep famous throaty laugh of hers. Elloren¡¯s mothered replied, ¡°Why would a God choose to go to high school?¡± ¡°Maybe because he requires history lessons?¡± ¡°Tell me vampire, which came first. Him meeting you or you finding out he attends your school?¡± It was the former, but I wasn¡¯t going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that. Tilting her head all the way to the left she waited on my answer. ¡°It was the former of course.¡± The reply came from the fourteen-year-old. Placing a section of her blonde hair behind her ear she smiled. The smile did not make it past her lips. ¡°Why did you let me go at the mention of his name?¡± It was time for me to wrap this conversation up. The men upstairs are getting restless and Elloren¡¯s father chanting completely stopped. I did not know what they had planned, and I did not want to stick around for it. ¡°Non important.¡± Elloren¡¯s mother replied, opening the front door. She may have thought it was not important, however the little finger twitch in her amica mea told me otherwise. ¡°If I find out you are lying to me about anything, I will return to drag this place back to hell.¡± I knew she told me the truth. At least part of it. I needed her to know if she withheld information from me. Important information. I would return. Elloren¡¯s mother smiled brightly at me as she leaned in closer to me. The snitch of death pouring from her as if she bathed in it. In her dark eyes I could see a fire burning. This woman despised me. Good. ¡°Oh, princess there is no place like home. Make sure you send Elloren back.¡± Just then Elloren¡¯s father walked down the stairs dressed in ceremonials. His skin barely covering his skeleton. His eyes sunken deep within his face. One would think they were missing. He is a walking grotesque. I have only seen one before. Mr. Blackgate has really let himself go. ¡°Mr. Blackgate, you look terrible.¡± I said as I walked out the front door. Back into the nights thin cold air, I took a deep breath to clear out the smells of that house. Wrapping my scarf around my neck I walked from the driveway. Leaving behind the house of horrors refusing to look back at such a place. It wasn¡¯t necessary the things they did, it was more about the things they did to Elloren. I found no need to rescue the men upstairs or the half alive girl that was chained to up in the attic. Torture did not bother me; murder did not bother me. What did bother me was seeing Elloren fall victim/sacrifice to it. My mother calls it love and my father calls it ownership. I now know what it could be. The Spell. One thing I knew for certain was that I know a psychopath when I see one. And I had seen one. I am not sure of that little girl¡¯s power, but she is a threat. Another thing I know is that Elloren¡¯s mother did give me two important pieces of information, the former begin I am The Spell. The latter being Godric is an actual God. Which makes me wonder why would a God chose to come to high school? Home Sweet Home One of the best things about my father is that he is my father. Before I could walk into the house, he swopped me up in his arms. ¡°My cherished daughter has returned home.¡± Hugging him back and burying my face into his hair. I exhaled. Even though my father is my father, he is also my creator. Being around him replenishes me in ways I could never achieve with someone else or by myself. Behind the veil of his black hair, my mother stood smiling. Her red hair neatly styled in a French inspired updo. Her low-cut crimson red mermaid dress appearing as if it was hand painted on her body. Clapping her hands together, she smiled adoring at me. My father let me go, placing me back on my own two feet with a frown on his unageing face. ¡°Why the frown papa?¡± ¡°I smell death on you.¡± All the centuries my father has lived through, and yet his language is never without his Romanian accent. ¡°I am a vampire.¡± I said moving past him, making my way inside the house. Contrary to popular tales, my father did not live if in a castle. If he ever did. That was long ago. Instead, he opted for a mansion sitting in the center of Redrum Lake. Fitting. ¡°Alucard, I require a response. The death that clings to your skin it not of human death.¡± Hugging my mother, she whispered so low in my ear I doubt my father could hear her. ¡°Tu as rencontr¨¦ quelqu''un.¡± My mother never missed anything, ever. For as long as I could remember she has known every emotion I ever felt. If I ate too much she knew, if killed someone on accident, she knew. What I did not know is if this was her vampire power, or mother power. Once when I asked her, she said, ¡°My sweet darling I am the m¨¨re of a vampire.¡± The perfect nonanswer. The thing about my m¨¨re is that she never repeats herself. She has trained my father and I to always listen when she speaks because if you miss it, depending on how important it is. The results could be deadly. So, asking her again would only result in silence. A new result with no clarification. Pulling away from her and nodding my head. Curiosity spread across her lovely skin. I have always admired how nightfall perfectly describes her. Placing one blood red nine-inch finger on her chin, she laughed deeply. The sound resembling music playing in sanctuaries. ¡°Darling, lets discuss the smell of death some other time.¡± She suggested to my father, kissing him on his lips. My father¡¯s dark eyes found mines and all I could do was shrug my shoulders. ¡°I would like to find Ethan.¡± I stated. My relationship with my parents is an open one. If I wanted Ethan that meant two things. I wanted to feed, and/or I wanted sex. The two events are not mutually exclusive however they are closely related. My parents being vampires knew these feelings. They understood these feelings. I was never required to hide these feelings or pretend that they did not exist. However, because of these emotions I could always use Ethan as an excuse to come home for no reason or to lie to get to my destination faster. Tonight, it is the latter. With that I left my parents in the foyer of our home. Making my way upstairs noticing many of our human servants preparing. They polished white oak wood and cleaned glass frames. A few of the servant girls held interest in their eyes, others held horror when our eyes met. As I made my way to the top of the first set of stairs, I noticed the family portrait that once hung in the center of the wall was no longer there, neither was Persian black rug that covered most of this landing script. This level of the house is nothing more than a gateway to led you to other sectors. Four black staircases, two descending, two accenting. The top left led to my wing. Running my fingers over the empty wall, I wondered what happened? My mother loved our family portraits, and my father cherished my younger days. Not because I was an easy kid, but because unlike him I changed. According to our family doctor I would continue to grow until eighteen. Unlike humans my changes were drastic and random. Once I stayed the same for three years. There was no evidence of a two-hundred-and-fifty-pound black gold framed portrait ever hanging here. The portrait would change; however, they all were framed the same way. The dark purple paint must have been new. Was this wall always dark purple? It¡¯s very hard to remember the wall behind the massiveness of those portraits. I would ask my parents about it later, as I turned to head up to my room. Ethan stood on the fourth step head bowed. His brown hair was shorter than normal. A half a second later, I titled his head up to reveal the grin I knew I would receive. Ethan is the most incredibly outward boring person I have ever met. He wasn¡¯t unique in any sort of way physically. However, what makes him interesting is his masochistic nature. My father gave him to me once he knew I held a taste for violence. ¡°The new girl tore it down. Once they told her exactly what she signed up for she went mad. She tore down the portrait and slit her wrist where you stood.¡± Ethan said. Reaching out to touch his hair, I replied, ¡°You cut it, why?¡± The last thing I cared about was a girl that wanted to be in the presence of vampires for free. My parents did not drink from these girls. Giving them pleasure of any sort the first five years was out of the question. However, if they survived the first hellish five years. They would know euphoria. ¡°The last time I played in The Hunting Games. I was only caught because you grabbed me by my hair.¡± Wait what? The Hunting Games? ¡°The Hunting Games? That¡¯s not until¡­¡± After a quick calculation. Shit The Hunting Games was indeed tomorrow night. How could I have missed it?Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation. Of course, my mother¡¯s dress but to be fair she always dresses as if she is allergic to casual. The cleaning, the no questions from my parent¡¯s as to why I am here before I mentioned Ethan. Of course they would assume it¡¯s for The Hunting Games. Fuck! ¡°Oubli¨¦e?¡± Ethan is American, but sometimes he spoke as if he has lived his life in French. ¡°Completely forgotten. When does the games begin?¡± I asked. ¡°Tomorrow night.¡± ¡°Merci, find me tomorrow night before the game.¡± Ethan nodded, as he stepped to the side to descend the stairs. Making my way up the stairs the lanterns beginning to illuminate my path. One thing the movies displayed well, was that vampires adored their darken rooms and low light. What they missed is that sentiment only applied to the 1st century vampires like my parents. Light or no light really made no difference to me. My vision never altered. Passing by a bathroom that only existed to assist the servants in human things. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Plum red hair that fell to my shoulders in soft curls. Curly bangs covering most of my eyebrows. Elloren once said my eyebrows were so thick so people would know they were there. Carmine eyes, better known as the devil¡¯s amulets, that fed me true sight. A direct inherited trait from my father. Pushing my curls away from my oval face, I moved on. Past the bathroom, the hallway began to open more. The hallway was simply a line of floor length gold windows on both sides. Each dressed in pepper grey velvet curtains. These curtains are steamed every day and replaced every year. The black vaulted ceilings might as well be as high as the heavens. A sequence of black, gold, and pepper grey candelabra¡¯s cover them. Each candelabra containing a witch¡¯s candle burning with an undying flame. The marble floors created their own illustrations from the dancing flames. Before I knew I inherited my father¡¯s eyes, I would watch these flames tell stories of their owners. Sometimes they would spell out names. That¡¯s how I knew the name of the necromancer that birthed Elloren. How I knew Elloren would forever be important. Now I wondered if there was more to it then that. Now knowing that I am The Spell. I attempted to show my parents, but they could not see the stories in the flames. My father simply pushed my curls out of my face and kissed my forehead. At the time I did not understand the English he spoke to my mother. So, I kept the memory. When I replayed it years later, he had thanked her for giving him a child that could carry on his memories. Sometimes in my sleep I can see the hell he ruled over once. That¡¯s how I know exactly the hell Elloren¡¯s mother was birthed from. Passing by Ethan¡¯s room to the right, I could smell the scent of white. The aroma filling me with pleasant memories. Opening the door to my room, nothing was different. No sign of dust or use. My California king bed dressed in crispy white linen sheets, begging for my attention. Four gold bed pillars reflected the moon from through the glass ceiling. Hearing the ocean through the white French doors soothed me. Running I jumped in the bed. It instantly latched on to me. Whispering ¡°I have missed you.¡± In my ears. Burying my face in the thick sheets the smell of home flooded me. Kicking off my shoes, I turned to lay on my back. The sky too dusty now to see stars. But the moon shined through the dusk. Mistic and sleepy but it hung high and bright. Soon it would be dawn, I could feel it. My blood dreaded it. The sun would never be my friend, but it wasn¡¯t my foe either. My blood came from a creature of the night, it was never meant to mingle with the sun. I have all my father¡¯s strengths all my mother¡¯s human capacities. Beautiful silent violence, that¡¯s what Ethan called me the day we met. The vibration from my phone pulled me from my thoughts. Without looking I answered. I figuring it would be Elloren. ¡°Bonjour.¡± ¡°If you cut your hair, like the girl in this movie would it return to its length instantly?¡± He spoke the question in French as if he was a native. His voice mellow but firm. Much different from the stern voice he used earlier in the night. ¡°Non¡±, I answered sitting up. ¡°I am allowed to change. My mother was human when she birthed me. Humanity never leaves those of us who are born into what we become.¡± ¡°You were born a vampire? Not created by your father?¡± Godric asked. ¡°Yes, humans have power. Some of them aware some of them not so much. My mother wanted to become a mother. She became one. That¡¯s her power. Doesn¡¯t matter that my father turned me into a vampire before she gave birth.¡± Taking off my scarf, I waited on the next question. He is curious about me. Which led me to believe the words Elloren¡¯s mother spoke. ¡°You have captured the heart of a Victorian.¡± ¡°Your original father was human?¡± ¡°Yes, however my father¡¯s blood erased him from my genetic makeup.¡± ¡°Can you create or produce another vampire?¡± ¡°Yes and no. I cannot turn a person into something they do not wish to become. The humanity I was born with limits my overtake of other human souls. I can infect the body but not the soul. As for produce another vampire, I am not entirely sure. My instinct tells me no.¡± For a moment I couldn¡¯t tell if he was still on the other end. His silence is absolute. I have never heard anything like it. Pacing my room waiting for him to say something dawn was on the edge of breaking. ¡°How did you know the movie I referred to?¡± ¡°Everyone who is curious about vampires almost always start with ¡°Interview with a Vampire.¡± I replied. ¡°The little girl with the red hair, did you behave like that once you were told what you are?¡± ¡°Non, I can change.¡± Another half truth. There was a period when I was much worse. Lestat would have been proud. Louie would have been repulsed. ¡°Your mother is now vampire?¡± ¡°Oui.¡± ¡°Merci.¡± ¡°Je vous en prie Godric. May I ask you something Godric?¡± ¡°You have earned three questions tonight.¡± ¡°Only three? I practically gave you vampire gold information.¡± ¡°Doubtful St. Vincent.¡± Rolling my eyes and sitting on the end of the sea green velvet sofa that faced my white oak bookshelf I asked, ¡°Why did you tell me to mention your name? And by the way it worked.¡± Falling back onto the couch with my legs draped over the back of the sofa and my head hanging over the front. I could feel the first rays of dawn starting to approach the horizon on my skin. ¡°Your friend, she is a Blackgate. I knew her mother once, before she gave birth to Elloren. Her cruelty extends to everyone. My sister spared her life once. Her releasing you is now a debt paid.¡± ¡°Is that okay with your sister to use her leverage on me?¡± I couldn¡¯t hear him thinking, but I knew he was. I noticed he did that. Took his time answering questions and digesting information. ¡°Oui. If she is undeniably upset about it, I will take her on a trip of guilt.¡± ¡°You mean guilt trip?¡± ¡°Phrasing doesn¡¯t matter, meaning does.¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay to not know the correct phrasing.¡± Knocking at the door prevented me from asking my last question. ¡°Are you really a God?¡± Instead, I said, ¡°Victorian I must go. Can I call you Monday night?¡± ¡°Oui.¡± With that we disconnected our call. ¡°Come in.¡± Flipping off the couch my parents entered my room. ¡°Was that the someone on the phone Alucard?¡± Nodding my head my mother smiled. My father said glanced between his wife and I. He must have felt the urge not to ask any questions. Instead, he presented me with the rundown of the events scheduled for tonight. The Hunting Games are more than games. It¡¯s our tradition. Our family reunion so to speak. We said our good mornings and off to our coffins we went. Let the games begin When I awoke, night had settled in. I must have been more drained than I thought. Opening my coffin, Ethan stood in his ceremonials. Unlike Mr. Blackgate, Ethan is not a walking grotesque. He is lovely. Full face, healthy weight, bright smile. He was mines and my mines only to catch before sunrise. That wouldn¡¯t take long. We both want other things. I want to feed. He wants pain. A win-win situation. Helping me out of my coffin, he smelled of sweet fear. Touching his lips with the tips of my fingers, he did not move. His eyes did not follow my fingers, they remained on the spot just beyond my feet. Kissing his cheek, I moved past him. The time for niceties is over. Now the mind games would begin. Helping me get dressed, Ethan advised me that The Headmaster called to confirm I was home for The Hunting Games. ¡°She sounded as if she was unsure where you were.¡± Dressed in my very own blood red dress, Ethan squeezed the strings in the back pulling the corset tighter around my waist as red lace pooled around my feet. This dress is new, which meant a new guest is here tonight. ¡°I completely forgot about The Hunting Games. I went to visit Elloren¡¯s parents.¡± ¡°Is that why your father said you smell like not human death?¡± Pulling Ethan¡¯s ear I replied, ¡°How did you hear that? Where were you hiding?¡± ¡°I will never tell you.¡± Ethan replied with mirth in his eyes. Studying his face a little longer, I decided I did not want to know. If he told me then that¡¯s one less spot he could hide from me. And well, there is no fun in that. ¡°Non, I think he picked up on the scent of Godric. Elloren¡¯s parents smell very much like human death.¡± ¡°Qui est-ce ?¡± ¡°I¡¯m not sure who Godric maybe yet. Once I know more, I will share.¡± Giving Ethan a little smile, I could see curiosity in his brown eyes. ¡°Who is the guest?¡± I asked him. Meeting my eyes in the floor length mirror, I saw a new fear. One I did nothing to earn. Slipping on the red lace gloves, I waited for him to answer. After another second of silence, Ethan opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Once he finished pinning my curls in place, I gave myself a glance over. Dripped in lace and pearls all that was missing is my black lip. Placing my hands on Ethan¡¯s face now that satin black lipstick covered my full lips. I said, ¡°Remember mon animal de compagnie, I am your master. If I ask a question I expect an answer. I will take your silence as rebellion, and I will treat it as the threat I feel it to be.¡± Nodding his head, eyes to the floor Ethan remained still. Removing my hand from his warm skin, Ethan knows a dismissal when I give one. A few minutes later I began making my way down the hall to the main ballroom. I could tell the guest are here. So many voices and scents. I could hear some prey out in the woods hiding. Some bathed in the mud to cover their scent. Some of them, the smart ones rubbed themselves against the servants combining their scents. Those ones would hide away in the house. The servants never participated in the hunting. Someone must clean the slaughter up once we are finished. Standing at the landing of one of three grand staircases in this house, I began my descend. All eyes followed me, and all voices ceased to create sound. To my right my parents stood. To my left stood Ethan and someone whose face I could not make out. Their mask is made of magic. Powerful magic, old magic, magic magic. Reaching the bottom of the staircase was taking too long for my personal taste, however tradition is tradition. My mother would die if I raced down the staircase like an unclassed species. Making it to the bottom, finally I wanted to turn left. However, muscle memory turned me right. My father held out his hand, taking it I bowed to honor him. My p¨¨re is the oldest thing in the house. He is Maker of the Underground. And to that everyone including my mother bowed. Raising his glass filled with blood, my father began the same speech he¡¯s always given. ¡°My friends, my family, my enemies. Tonight, we hunt those who have harmed us, those who wish to be like us, and those who fear us. Tonight, we pursue our darkest desires. We follow our most primal instinct. To hunt, to feed, to kill, to fuck, to be free.¡± With that everyone clapped their hands and curled their lips around their glasses. Everyone except the person in the mask. Watching me, they gave me a little head nod. I do not nod at strangers. Opting to turn my attention towards my mother who was making her way towards the staircase. I have known my mother all my life, and it always amazes me that her grace in the most confided dresses still shines through. ¡°My dearest guest, please may I have your attentions? Merci. Tonight, is a special night. We have the honor of hunting with and welcoming him to our home and city.¡± My mother stretched out her hand towards magic mask and cloak guy. ¡°Rejoignez moi, s''il vous plait.¡± With an invitation the man joined my mother on the staircase. Standing two steps below her, he kissed her hand. ¡°Please remove your cloak.¡± My mother ordered. The man did as he was instructed. Within a second, I recognized the ash blonde hair that fell above his knees. ¡°My forever young friends, may I introduce to you, Godric, The Conquer.¡± The entire house roared with applause. Even though everyone¡¯s face besides my parents is hidden, I could see their faces as if they wore nothing at all. Sabrina and Iris eyes glossing over with lust. No doubt they would try to seduce him. But for some reason I knew it would fail. After the applause Godric took a bow. Locating me in the crowd, he came to me. This did not go unnoticed by my parents. Later they would have questions. And later my mother would assume this is who ¡°I have met¡±. ¡°Hello St. Vincent.¡± ¡°Hello Sir Godric.¡± Laughing, he drew the attention of several guests. I could see the same question burning in their brains. ¡°How do they know each other?¡± Vampires rarely associate with others outside of our kind. And once you have been alive for as many centuries as my father. Well let¡¯s just say it¡¯s hard to care about the perseveration of any other race. ¡°You may call me Godric. Formalities are not wanted.¡± ¡°Not here, not in this setting.¡± Leaning to whisper in my ear he asked, ¡°Why not?¡± ¡°Because, if you are not a ¡°Sir¡± or ¡°Madame or ¡°Mistress¡± you are prey. Are you prey Godric?¡± ¡°I could be if the hunter is worthy. Are you worthy St. Vincent?¡± For a moment his frosted silver eyes lit up with amusement. Happy I could entertain him. ¡°I still have one question remaining. May I ask it now?¡± Cocking his head to the side, he replied. ¡°You asked your three questions. The last being ¡°May I call you on Monday night.¡± Turning to face him. I couldn¡¯t believe he would hold that question against me. ¡°You can¡¯t be serious Godric I had to go. I was attempting to be polite by asking. Unlike yourself who most likely charmed your way to getting my phone number and calling without asking.¡± ¡°Politeness in the wrong setting is rather dull. No charming was required from my part. Elloren was rather cooperative.¡± Rolling my eyes I needed to look anywhere but up and at him. Apparently, he did not feel the same. I could feel his gaze on me. Observing me, drinking in my movements. Shaking my head was my attempt at trying to keep Elloren¡¯s mother words from repeating again. ¡°You have captured the heart of a Victorian.¡± ¡°Was she rested when you spoke to her?¡± I asked attempting to alter the conversation. ¡°Non.¡± Sighing at his response and realizing Ethan watched us from the second entrance into the room. Unfortunately, Godric realized the same thing. ¡°Who is he?¡± Pointing directly at Ethan, Godric smiled at him. Ethan too careful of new people did not smile back. He simply looked down. ¡°Shy?¡± Godric asked. ¡°Subservient.¡± ¡°To whom?¡± ¡°His master.¡± ¡°You own a slave St. Vincent?¡± ¡°He is not a slave. He may leave whenever he likes.¡± Placing a lock of his hair behind his ear, Godric starred at Ethan. ¡°Are you connected to him physically?¡± Removing my eyes from Ethan back to Godric I watched his face. More than that, I am watching him watch Ethan. ¡°Are you asking if I have sex with Ethan?¡± ¡°Oui¡± ¡°Oui I do.¡± Godric¡¯s face did not change, only the elegance in is grace did. His classical jawline clinched. Momentarily. Sliding his eyes from Ethan, Godric looked down at me. ¡°If I catch him, can I have you both?¡± Blinking at his question. I would have stammered backwards if I could move. What did he mean both? Bisexual both, one at time both, or both at the same time both? ¡°I..I..I..¡± I shut my mouth trapping all my I¡¯s in the back of my throat. ¡°I do not know if that¡¯s in the rule book. We normally do not share our prey. Vampires can be unhinged when hunting and feeding. These games are designed with that in mind.¡± With his elegant grace returned and a lean downwards. Godric whispered what would be the foundation of our future in my ear. ¡°If you set the rules I will follow them.¡±You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. Unfazed by this entire conversation, he smiled at me. It was one of those smiles you knew would lead to something dangerous. But when an actual God gives you that smile you also know the dangerous parts would come from you. For a second, I thought he was bowing to me. It turns out he was bowing towards my mother. As he slipped out she slipped in. Too early to meet the parents officially I suppose. ¡°Godric Victorian, there is a reason he takes centuries to reappear.¡± My mother said from behind me. I did not miss the amusement/warning in her voice. Kissing the top of my head she whispered, ¡°Are you ready to begin?¡± I could smell the fresh blood on her breath reminding me of my own hunger. Turning to face her. Her hazel eyes glowed with desire for the chaos to come. My father once told me that my mother reminded him why he loved deadly things. I am convinced that when people picture becoming a vampire this is who they believe they will turn into. But my mother¡¯s beauty could not be duplicated not even in her own daughter. ¡°Alucard ¨ºtes-vous d''accord? When was the last time you fed?¡± ¡°I am alright. I will feed plenty to make up for my lack of appetite.¡± ¡°Ch¨¦rie, we feed when we are hungry not when we are depleted.¡± ¡°Can I ask you something after the games?¡± If I asked her now, there is a strong possibility that she would indeed hunt down the Blackgates and return with head trophies. They must stay alive until the real threat could be defeated. Elloren¡¯s mother is a vital resource for knowledge and all things vile. ¡°Anything.¡± Bowing to my mother I took her hand and raising it to my lips. She maybe my mother but tonight everyone including myself would show proper respect to The Sun Eater. After gathering all the guest outside, thirty vampires and The Conquer standing under the year¡¯s first blood moon. It was too bright for any other stars to shine. The bright red moon casting a red shadow over the forest. Everything seems to be bathed in blood. A true foresight for what is to come. By morning Redrum lake would be true to its name. The night is silent too silent. All the humans found their graves while all the others like Ethan who are a little more than human found their hiding spots. This set of prey are different, I could barely smell them. Let along track their scent. Taking a deeper breath, I tasted everything except fear. Where is the fear? Looking around I could see every other vampire including my parents with a little confusing in their minds. The air should be thick with fear, tears, and prayer. However, it is not. Nothing¡­The forest itself seems frozen. Something is wrong, must be. Moving through the crowd faster than most vampires could see I stood in front of my father. The confusion was cleared from his face. Replaced by thrill. My father¡­ thrilled? Now I know something is wrong. Patting my face he said, ¡°Godric, my ch¨¦rie.¡± ¡°What did he do?¡± ¡°Even the playing field. Tell me what do you see?¡± Searching past my father, I searched for energies. Blue, red, green, white, black. Those are the standards. If anything was in the forest, I would see them. The forest lit up. I could see the humans moving around, but something is containing their energies. There is a second skin around the energy. A barrier of some sort. That would explain not being able to hear them, not being able to smell them. But not being able to sense them? Godric did this? He could blind my father like this. Or did my father simply allow himself to be blinded for the thrill of it all? ¡°I can see them just fine, but they are being protected by a barrier.¡± Laughing my father asked, ¡°Can you see them without perfect vision?¡± ¡°Papa, that¡¯s not how it works. I have no control over it. Yet. The Devil¡¯s Amulets aka your old eyes have so many different layers. If one sight does not work, it switches to what does. There is nothing I cannot see, weather I want to or not.¡± ¡°Very well, for tonight try to enjoy.¡± A silent gust of wind was the only indication that my father went up. Flying high in the sky, making the red moon his backdrop. He explained that tonight¡¯s hunt would be different. All except for me would have to truly hunt their prey. He said it¡¯s like being human again. ¡°As if he could remember all those moons ago.¡± I heard someone say. After the applause, my father came back down to earth. After kissing my mother, they disappeared. That was the signal for the hunt to begin. Vampires went streaking into the night. A few stayed behind just in case any prey could be hiding in the house. I counted four of them hiding inside. But they weren¡¯t just hiding, no they were chanting. If the barrier belonged to Godric, then what the fuck are they doing? Without thinking I followed the sound of the chanting. It led me down to the cellar of our house. Only a few are allowed here. Down here housed my father¡¯s original coffin. The one I needed to survive as child. Reaching the door, I felt a familiar presence. Elloren is here. Standing at the top of the staircase. She was no stranger to The Hunting Games. In fact, in her earlier years, she used it as therapy to exercise her own demons. She must have attempted to follow me. However, everyone pauses at the top of the staircase. No lights guided you down the twists and turns of the staircase. There is nothing but cold stone and the creeping terror of my father demons. ¡°Elloren, do you need help?¡± I asked. ¡°Alucard, thank goodness I thought something else was down there. Why is it so dark?¡± ¡°It¡¯s meant for vampires not necromancers.¡± ¡°Will I die if I attempt to come down?¡± ¡°Likely.¡± ¡°Then come get me. I can hear the chanting too.¡± In a half a second, I was standing in front of Elloren. By now, she is comfortable with my ability to appear and disappear. She no longer screamed or even flinch. Thirteen years of friendship has conditioned her well enough to know when I am moving and when I am not. Conditioned her well enough to give out my number by memory. In the low light coming from the hallway twenty feet away from the cellar¡¯s staircase, Elloren looked better than she has in the past days. The dark circles under her eyes still visible even with the makeup. But tonight, she wore her blue hair in two space buns decorated with red roses. Her dress created by sheer nude fabric also covered in red roses. The material didn¡¯t cling to her body like my dress, instead it outlined it. She looked more like a fairy then a necromancer. ¡°You look enchanting Elloren.¡± ¡°Merci Princess.¡± Elloren took a step back bowing to me. When our eyes met again, she nodded her head towards the cellar. ¡°Do you know what kind of chant it is?¡± Elloren, asked. ¡°No, but I do know they are not supposed to be down there.¡± Turning my back to her I used my telekinetic powers picking her up and moving us quickly to the cellar doors. Once her feet were planted on the ground, Elloren took hold of my hand. ¡°Do you think we should call for help, just in case?¡± I could hear the fear in her voice. It vibrated though the stone walls. ¡°Not yet, especially if it¡¯s easy to handle or a part of Godric¡¯s powers ¡°Wait what? Godric is here? I didn¡¯t see him? And he is universally hard to miss.¡± ¡°Oui, Godric is here. Apparently, he is welcomed here for The Hunting Games.¡± ¡°Or he came here for you Alucard. Think about it. He is not a vampire or his he? Some sort of special hybrid?¡± Peaking around my shoulder, I could see her enthusiasm in the form of a smile. Laying my head on top of hers I replied, ¡°Non, he is The God of Destruction.¡± Jerking back Elloren went silent again. I could hear her thinking, processing. We will pick this conversation up another time. Right now, we have other important things to figure out. Elloren swallow the next words she was about to say. They landed on her unsettled stomach. Taking a deep breath as a cue to her that I am about to open the door, her grip on my hand tighten. Her fear leaking out her fingertips, attempting to pour into me. ¡°You do not have to come. Stay here.¡± ¡°No way, if you die and I was around your parents would kill me. Literally.¡± There is nothing I can say to that. My parents love Elloren like their own daughter, but she is not their daughter and vampires are terribly unforgiving. Pulling the iron doors open, the smell of witches¡¯ magic slapped me so hard I almost gasped. At first there was nothing to see. Not suspicious, but the chanting ceased. Very suspicious. We moved deeper into the room. And by we, I meant I went deeper into the room pulling Elloren with me. The Holy Trinities got to her. I on the other hand saw their threat as no more than a threat. To Elloren it is her childhood all over. A more advanced thing using you draining you of your magic. You have the power to escape just not knowing how to use that power to escape. That is psychological damage. Elloren still hates a part of herself for not knowing how to use her body to save her body soul. Moving to the center of the room, I felt Elloren taking a deep breath. A million burning candles lit up the room upon her exhale. Once our feet landed on what I knew was a gold and royal purple Persian rug. I knew we now stood in the center of the room. Elloren gasped at the sight of the space, however to me nothing seemed out of place. The stone walls covered in royal purple silk. Above us hung one of the only human skull chandeliers in the world. Different sized skulls made up the three rows that hung from the base. The skulls were not collected from mindless killings, no. These past people hunted my people. They slaughtered them. Vampires have never been peaceful. However, we have never started wars either. For what reason? Whatever we required we took. That was the problem, we took from them they took from us. We just happened to be better thieves. Silk may have aligned the walls, but thousands of spells covered the stone walls underneath the silk. These spells served two purposes. The first being to keep my father safe when he goes into his deep sleep. The second one came later. It¡¯s a spell designed to keep me in. Just in case I temporarily lose my mind again. In the far-right corner, there is a very old coffin. One that moves to the center if this room when in use. One that someone would fully expect to find a mummy in. The wood did not decay. The carvings on it did not fade, and its memories still potent. The room smelled of only my father and the little girl version of me. The chanting only sounded like he came from this room. Or whoever it is are very good at secretion. ¡°Is this where you were when you went insane?¡± Rolling my eyes and pulling my hand from Elloren¡¯s. I went to inspect the coffin. Memory, wise I knew no one could open this coffin outside of my father and me. My mother was not welcomed here. Current events wise, anything is possible. ¡°I did not go insane. By body grew faster than my mind at one point. It was hard to control myself.¡± ¡°So, they put you down here to do what?¡± ¡°To be contained and to hunt. The cellar is much bigger than this room. We came straight down the staircase, but the staircase does break off at certain points.¡± Inspecting the coffin, everything is in place. Opening it, the taste of my childhood danced on the tip of my tongue. Inside the coffin is not grand. More wood more markings no clues about who had been chanting in here. Sighing I sat on top of the coffin. My red lace dressing pooling around my feet like a sea of nausea. Wait nausea? Looking up, the nausea starring back me. There¡¯s a knife pointed at Elloren¡¯s throat. I started to move but then the voice that belonged to the hand that was holding the knife spoke. ¡°No, no vampire I wouldn¡¯t move if I were you.¡± ¡°That¡¯s why you are you and I am me.¡± I replied Standing up. The knife dug into Elloren¡¯s skin. She didn¡¯t scream. But panic ran freely in her eyes. This is not the first time a knife as met the delicate skin of her throat. ¡°Don¡¯t think about calling your fairies either. I can smell them before they make it to our side.¡± They advised. Speaking the words directly into Elloren¡¯s ear. The face belonging to the hand holding the knife was covered in a mask. Not a normal mask, one made from thick old magic. Magic that smelled of human death. Blackgate? Couldn¡¯t be. They are not that stupid to invade my home. Non, not a BlackGate, but maybe that little psycho? Opening my mouth to speak, the invader stopped me. ¡°Don¡¯t waste your time asking dumb questions. I will not tell you who I am or why I came. The only thing that matters is I did come and yes, I found what I was looking for. I found two things.¡± ¡°Elloren being one?¡± ¡°You do have vision.¡± Their voice is familiar, only because they sound like everyone I know. From The Headmaster to my own father. Fuck, they came prepared. ¡°Why Elloren?¡± ¡°Simple she doesn¡¯t belong to you or here vampire. You stole her.¡± ¡°Non, I simply removed her from a situation she nor I wanted her to be in. She is free to leave at any moment.¡± ¡°Like Ethan?¡± ¡°Non and Oui. Ethan has never been in a position where he nor I did not like. He is a gift.¡± ¡°Pourquoi oui?¡± ¡°Yes, because he does belong to me.¡± Using ¡®Devil¡¯s Search¡± I quickly located Ethan. He needed to be safe. Had to be safe. He is indeed not safe. Not only is he speaking to Godric, but his eyes are hooded, and his lips are a little parted. He is aroused. Such a whore. But as long as he kept speaking with Godric, he should be safe. Please Godric, keep him safe. ¡°You found the things that you want why are you still here?¡± I asked. The masked invader only starred at me for a few seconds before whispering something in Elloren¡¯s ear. With hesitation, Elloren nodded her head in agreeance to whatever the demand was. In one smooth second, the invader slit Elloren¡¯s throat. Before the first drop of blood could touch the collar of her dress. The invader was through the cellar doors and up the stairs. I could have chased after them, however Elloren did something unexpected. Falling to the ground hyperventilating. Bleeding out and gasping for air? Not a good combination. Removing her hands from her neck, the wound is nothing more than a shallow cut. But that was all that was required for the venom to take hold. I could see it spreading throughout her body like cracks in a windshield. Biting my own wrist, I instructed Elloren to drink. Regardless of how sexy the movies try to make blood drinking. It is not unless I am the one doing the drinking. Allowing anyone to drink my blood directly from the source was about as painful as sudden amputation. The body is too shocked to register the pain but once it catches up all hell breaks loose. Elloren took deep drinks and with every pull I fought the urge to knock her off me. Mind against body. The irony of this happening in this room is not lost on me. Once her bloodstream cleared. Elloren stopped herself. Sitting back on her knees and wiping her mouth. Oddly enough her bloodstained mouth made her costume look more authentic. Falling back on my bottom I nodded in her direction, ¡°Are you okay?¡± With a huge grin on her face she replied, ¡°More than okay. I know who they are.¡± The Feeding Once the ceremonies were over and I dying of starvation. Ethan met me in my room. He unlike myself feasted on all that was offered to him and what was offered to him was a God. Exhausted from recapping everything that happened in the cellar to my parents, I laid across my bed. Dress still on, makeup still on, my argument with Elloren still on my mind. Sighing, I rolled on my stomach. Opening my eyes, two versions of the most magnetic colorful sunrises I have ever seen. The pastel pinks and newborn blues blended so well together their reflection almost got it wrong. Sliding my eyes over to Ethan he seemed lost in his own thoughts. His entire body covered in bruises. Deep bruises, the ones that would take weeks to heal if he didn¡¯t have my blood in his system already. That might be the only source that kept him standing and thinking right now. Lots of bruises but no bites. That meant he stayed with Godric all night. ¡°Just ask me please.¡± I could hear the worry in Ethan¡¯s voice as he spoke the statement that was a question. ¡°Non.¡± ¡°Pourquoi.¡± ¡°There is not a why. I simply have no space to hold that information right now.¡± ¡°Do you have enough space to hold me?¡± Using my elbows to push myself up I gave Ethan a questioning look. The great thing about our relationship was so much could be said without words. ¡°You didn¡¯t?¡± ¡°Non, he wouldn¡¯t allow it.¡± ¡°What did he do to you?¡± ¡°Everything, rien.¡± A dark crimson blush spread across his face. Ethan bashful? Ethan is a lot of things and probably would continue to be more things. But shy or bashful, are not things that describes him. Slowing placing my feet on the never cold floors of my room. I watched as the morning sun slowly found its way to Ethan¡¯s face. Not a bruise to be seen. His ceremonials are also untouched, which meant Godric either wanted to honor them or wanted Ethan not to belong to me for the night. The latter didn¡¯t matter Ethan belonged to me all the time ceremonials or not. And right now, I am feeling a little possessive. Using my index finger, I called Ethan over to me. Another beautiful thing about our relationship, was no matter my movements Ethan always saw them. Falling to his knees on the floor. Ethan crawled to me. This was painful. I saw the bruises on his knees. While Ethan crawled on the floor, the morning sun and his brown hair created a halo above his head. On his hands and knees in front of me, I reached letting the short spikes of hair tingle the insides of my hands. Ethan felt this slight touch as a low shiver creeped through his spine. Lowering my hands tipping his chin back with the tip of my thumb. Ethan closed his eyes as he came to his knees. With his ass now touching his heels, he exposed his throat. Absolute trust in me. Absolute trust in a hungry vampire with his exposed throat. Another thing about our relationship is that I love the dangerous games Ethan likes to play. With his hands limp by his sides, and him focusing on his breathing. I knew he was preparing himself for my bite. My bites hurt like hell, then they burned like hell then they hurt like hell, then they burned like hell. There is no pleasure in my bites if you are not a masochist. Unfortunately for Ethan he is and because of it I am going to withhold such a pleasure. He owes me an explanation. Brining my nose to the center of his neck, I inhaled him. The aromas of white and arousal filled my nose. Salvia beginning to collect in my mouth. Such a pure scent for someone with dark desires. Sliding off the bed into his lap. I whispered into Ethan¡¯s neck. Allowing my lips to lightly brush the skin covering his Adams apple. ¡°Did you beg him to cum?¡± Shaking his head no, I asked why. ¡°Pourquoi.¡± ¡°Because what if it was a test of my devotion?¡± Sliding my words up and down the length of Ethan¡¯s neck, making sure to lightly kiss his Adam¡¯s apple each time my lips past it. ¡°You think I would test you in such a way?¡± ¡°Oui?¡± He knows me so well. Moving from his neck and smiling against his ear, my teeth grazing Ethan¡¯s ear. That got me a heavy sigh. ¡°What if I told you that Godric was no test? That you wasted a perfectly great opportunity to be pleasured by a God and you let it slip through your fingertips.¡± Ethan let a low groan die in the center of his chest. For an extreme masochist like Ethan, last night up until this moment was merely foreplay. Godric gave him physical pain. I would play with his heads. Although this part is no game. Godric was no test. Ethan however did not need to know that until later. Biting down on his delicious ear, I filled with truths. ¡°You should have let him pleasure you, Ethan. You should have let him bend you over and fill you with cum.¡± Ethan¡¯s only reaction was his cock tapping the inside of my thigh. Biting down on his ear, a small drop of blood landed on my tongue. My throat tighten as I fought my natural urge to seek more blood. If I let my fangs out now, I just might drain him right here. A hungry vampire is one thing, but an aroused and hungry vampire is another. Moving my hips closer to the bottom of Ethan¡¯s stomach my clit sliding across his dick. I wanted to let out my own growl, but I held back. Reminding myself that Ethan needed to be tortured for not answering me earlier. He needs to earn my vocalized arousal. Sliding my hand down from his chin to his neck, I gripped it tight. The bruises there already beginning to fade. Godric must have avoided this area after the first choking. Whispering more truthful words into his ear. I could hear Ethan¡¯s eyes rolling in the back of his head replaying his beating with Godric. Releasing his neck, his head snapped up, his begging eyes meeting my red ones. He watched my eyes, my lips, then my eyes again. Biting his own lip until blood dripped from it. He knows me so well. I did enjoy a little self-harm with my sex. Ethan looked at my lips then my eyes again. This is his version of begging for a kiss. Begging for me to clean up his mess. This is his version of offering his blood. Ethan¡¯s blood began submerging the room in the scent of red honey. The smell of his arousal and blood burning its way to the most basic part of my being. Squeezing my legs against the outside of his thighs, I could feel his cock growing bigger underneath me. He is such a good boy. How could Godric let this go to waste? It would be impossible for me to leave Ethan right now. When he is aroused like this, begging like this, being such a good boy like this. It reminds of our first night and how far we have come. I am no mistress or sadist I simply like violence with my sex. Ethan is no professional submissive he simply likes pain with his sex. The perfect gift. Wrapping my hands and interlocking my fingers behind his neck. I closed the distance between our lips. Ethan wants the kiss. I am after the blood. The two different reasons for the kiss made it intoxicating feral.This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. Moans filling the room surrounding us in an echo chamber of desire and instinct. After the blood cease to flow I searched for more. The hunger making me kiss him harder. Ethan finally moved his hands, and they felt warm against my back. Even through my dress Ethan¡¯s human warmth made me feel as if I was burning in the sun. His moans flooding into me now and I couldn¡¯t help but react. His reaction to me, always satisfying. Ethan has never feared me only terrified of what I might not do to him. This morning, I would prove that true. If only for a moment as soon as I could pull myself from the edge of pleasure. Kissing him deeper. My tongue searching for his moans and blood in the back of his throat. Pushing Ethan backwards on the floor, we readjusted ourselves without breaking the kiss. If this continued and it would, soon I would start matching Ethan¡¯s arousal and forget all about punishing him for not answering my question earlier. Rolling on top of me, Ethan pressed his knee between my legs to spread them. At some point during the roll, he managed to hike the length of my dress up. Pushing my hips up to find something to press myself against. Ethan broke off the kiss. With his glossy, pleading lustful brown eyes to my devil ones. Ethan spoke no words, but I knew what he is asking. Ethan disappeared underneath the pool of my dress. It is no mystery as to where he went. Feeling the warm sensation of a wet tongue on my clit. I bit down on my own tongue to keep from crying out as Ethan kissed, sucked, and licked the small harden ball of flesh though my panties. My hips involuntarily thrusting towards the pleasure of his mouth. His eyes must be closed, that¡¯s when he ate pussy the best. Against my will a low plea escaped my lips. ¡°Please don¡¯t stop Ethan.¡± I felt one weighted hand leaving my thigh. Looking down, I couldn¡¯t see where it disappeared to. This fucking dress had to go. Using my powers I made a cut down the center of the dress and my body broke free of the laced fabric and the unyielding corset. Now naked except for my black thin panties, pearl necklaces, and Ethan between my legs. I leaned up a little. Now I could see where that hand disappeared too. Gripping his beautiful dick, Ethan slowly dragged his hand over his full length. Pre-cum began to drip from the tip. Barley dragging my eyes from the scene of self-pleasure. I gazed at Ethan¡¯s face. With his eyes closed in pleasure and peaks of his pinkish tongue darting in and out of my pussy in the morning sun. I could not remember seeing anything as lovely as this. Well maybe one thing. Godric flashed across my mind causing my head to fall back in deeper pleasure. Squeezing my breast, I let my thoughts become tangled. What if Godric were here. What would he say? Would he find this pleasurable? What would he do? Would he only watch? Would he position himself behind Ethan and fill him with cum? What does a God in the webs of pleasure look like? What would he sound like? Pushing my hips deeper into Ethan¡¯s mouth, the first wave of little white lights came. My orgasm is building. Ethan knew this too. Changing his focus to only the small ball of flesh. Wrapping his lips around my clit and focusing all his attentions there. His warm wet tongue pushing me to the edge of pleasure. Squeezing my breast harder, more images of Godric here in this room broke free in my head. Picking up with Godric riding Ethan from the back as Ethan ate my pussy and stroke himself. Ethan. The second wave of white lights came. Would Ethan like having a cock fill him as he tasted my pussy? Would Godric stroke Ethan for him? Allowing Ethan to play with my nipples. Would Godric bite Ethan as he came? How long would it take him to cum? How long does he cum? What does his cum feel like? What does it taste like?¡± What does a God look like when they cum? Without thinking the word ¡°Beau,¡± escaped my lips. Ethan¡¯s moaning broke me. Soon enough little white lights began to flash across my eyes. Followed by little bolts of white lightning flashing in my body. Panting and holding Ethan¡¯s head in place I rode his tongue. His moans fueling my chase to release. Moan after moan escaping both our lips. I want to see him cum, but I want to cum. Waiting until I was one lick away from exploding. I used my telekinesis to stop Ethan¡¯s hand from releasing his own pleasure. With a loud cry I came. My body rocking hard against Ethan¡¯s mouth. Ethan letting out a grunt of unreleased pleasure did not pull his lips from my clit. Instead, he kept licking extending my orgasm. Once the waves stopped and the white lights went back to wherever they laid dormant. In one quick movement I placed my foot on Ethan¡¯s chest and pushing him over. Climbing on top of him I slid my wet panties across his wet dick. ¡°You do not get to cum until after I feed.¡± With a low whimpered, Ethan took hold of my hips pushing them down, then backwards, then forwards against his dick. Slapping him enough to break a regular human¡¯s jaw did nothing to prevent him from pushing me down harder onto him. He wants to cum. He is so close nothing else mattered. Sliding my hands between us, I took Ethan¡¯s cock in my hand. Squeezing it hard enough for pain to overpower pleasure. Blinking the grips of pleasure away Ethan stared into my eyes. Concern dancing in their corners. ¡°You do not get to cum until after I feed.¡± Nodding his head in agreement. I loosen my tight grip sliding my hand along his length. The slide is not seamless enough for my taste. Removing my hand and placing it in front of Ethan¡¯s face, he licked it. Covering it in his salvia. Once my hand felt wet enough, I placed it back on his cock. Stroking him, the concern that danced in the corners of his eyes disappearing. Sliding down his body, I bit his nipples while digging my nails into the bruises on his sides. Ethan let his pleasure be known. Loud moans floated to the top of the room. Their bubbles bursting and echoing into each other. ¡°Earlier last night, I asked you if you knew who the guest was. You never answered me. That hurt.¡± I whispered into one of the bruises on his side. Sliding my hand faster over his cock and licking his skin. I waited for him to answer. ¡°I am sorry. I couldn¡¯t inform you. Your father did not want the surprise to be ruin.¡± Replacing my hand with my pussy. I slide my panties to the side allowing Ethan¡¯s cock to touch the outer lips my pussy. His accidental hip thrust told me he liked it. Sliding slowly across his cock I asked. ¡°You answer to me do you not?¡± His yes came out strained. He is trying so hard not to cum. Too bad I would not make it easier. Leaning up I played with my breast. Licking my fingers and placing them on my clit, I played with myself. I did not need to look down to know Ethan is watching. ¡°Your cock, its thickness, its beauty. It makes me horny at school you know. Sometimes I am in class and memory brings your smell to me and boom I am wet. Once I remembered how much you liked for me to bit it as I suck it. I came inside the girl¡¯s bathroom when I was supposed to be in class.¡± ¡°If you keep this up Alucard. I am going to cum.¡± Ethan said the words, but they barely escaped his swollen wet lips. ¡°If you do that before I feed, you will never cum again.¡± Pleasuring myself faster now, the white lights returning. I said, ¡°Ethan I am going to cum all over your cock.¡± With Ethan¡¯s cock throbbing underneath, me. I continued to rock myself against it. Squeezing my breast tighter the pressure building faster inside me. Once that final wave hit me. I bent sinking my teeth into Ethan¡¯s neck. He cried out for two reasons. The first being he wants to cum the second begin the pain my bite was causing. Once the final waves of my orgasm stopped, and I was only feeding now. I finally noticed Ethan was fucking me. With his hands gripping my shoulders and his lips parted in ecstasy. He was on the brink of an orgasm. While I was lost in my own ecstasy Ethan slipped his cock inside of me. I can feel it now. Warm and filling. Opening his eyes and his mouth he was about to say something. Stopping him I said. ¡°Don¡¯t say sorry. We both know you are not. We both I am not. You feel good inside of me. Aside from that you earned this. Giving up a night with a God to come back to me. I have seen Godric. You performed a miracle.¡± ¡°Now use me to until you spill every drop of semen you have.¡± Without delay, Ethan did as I instructed. Incredible. Matching his pace and finding our rhythm. Ethan dug his nails into my back, and I dug my teeth into the other side of his neck. Pushing me down harder on him while slamming into me. Ethan¡¯s eyes were lost in his own pleasure. ¡°Alucard soon. Go faster. Please, please go faster. Ride me. Drain me.¡± There is nothing more erotic to me then a boy deep in pleasure, moaning and begging directly in my ear. Faster white lighting shot through my body. Three more if those and the fourth would be the storm. Riding Ethan harder he matched my efforts as best as he could but soon, my vampire speed became too much and there was nothing he could do but let me ride him. Let me drain him. Ethan¡¯s head fell back exposing his bare neck again. He is about to cum, and so am I. After the third lightning bolt, I let my own head fall back. Ethan reaching in between us to rubbing my click did it for both of us. Crying out, Ethan¡¯s semen flooded into my and my own liquids poured over him. He did not stop rubbing me and I did not stop riding him. No, experience taught me that there is always more. And there was. The second orgasm hit and with it a wave of euphoria. Falling to the ground. Ethan pulled me down with him. Wrapping his arms around me. I knew was seconds away from falling asleep. Letting my own tenderness die down. Remaining still in Ethan¡¯s arms. He would need rest and a lot of it. His body would need to replenish the blood I drank and the coloration to his skin from the beating he took. Three minutes past and Ethan¡¯s light snore began told me he was out for the morning. Removing myself from his arms and picking him up. I placed him in my bed. Pulling the white linen sheets over his exhausted body I kissed his forehead. ¡°Naughty dreams Ethan.¡± Its not me Who you are Looking for? After putting Ethan to bed and washing him away from my skin, I stepped out onto the balcony. There is something relaxing about early morning sex and the scent of a fading blood moon. Leaning over the rusted gold balcony rails, I allowed last night¡¯s unpleasant events to replay. Direct playback is a skillset every vampire possessed. No matter when we experienced it. If need be, we could recall the moment in detail as if it is currently happening. Before Ethan distracted me with his begging. Begging that I happily to accepted. Elloren explained how she knew the invader was a girl named Alexandera. This Alexandera girl was apparently a gifted demon. One of the ones that did not require summoning. If the barrier of hell could not keep her then no other barrier stood a chance. Elloren explained that she never saw the girls face, but she would always remember her scent. Hell¡¯s ash is how she described it. Elloren refused to recount exactly what this Alexandera girl did to her. However, with a past like hers no explanation was required. As Elloren and I stood in the middle of her room. Her hands began to shake as she attempted to undress herself. I did not move to help her. The last thing she required was me making her feel helpless. Instead, I walked around her room pretending not to notice the tears pushing to the surface. As I settled into one of her white mesh chairs folding my legs underneath me. Elloren won her battle with her dress. Stepping out if it she tossed on a grey oversized sweatshirt. Leaving the dress on the floor, she watched my face change with disgust. Elloren was carless with her clothes and her things. One would think if one grew up with nothing, they would appreciate the vintage couture and lavish things they received. Not Elloren. When I asked, her about it ten years ago she replied, ¡°I never think anything is truly mines. It can all be taken away from me. This room, these clothes, my freedom. What if your parents decide they hate having me around. What if you decide you hate having me around. I will be back with nothing. The least I can do for my sanity is not get attached.¡± I called bullshit then and I call bullshit now. ¡°Don¡¯t look like that Alucard. I am going to pick it up I swear.¡± Rubbing her neck where the knife wound no longer existed. She sat opposite of me in a pink mesh chair. ¡°Before Alex slit my throat, she said that she had lied. I wasn¡¯t what she was looking for. She said I could die for all she cared. What she found was more important. But she said important with a French accent. I do not recall her speaking French when she tortured me. ¡°Could your mother have sent her?¡± ¡°No, why would she? Alexandera let me go. If she was under my mother¡¯s orders, I would be dead or worse back with her.¡± ¡°Oui, she let you go but was it by choice or force? How would have Alex gotten out of here?¡± ¡°The same way she slithered in. If you would have lost her visually for any amount of time. I am sure she would have escaped. Not even my mother could keep this demon. No, Alex has her own plans. She always has. This girl is no rookie, Alucard. We only knew she was here because she led us here. Why is the question. Nodding my head in agreeance that we needed to know why Alex led us down there. Elloren began patting her sweatshirt as if trying to remove its invisible wrinkles. She bore her green eyes into mines and said, ¡°Alucard, Godric told me where you went last night. Why go there and not at least warn me? What if you died?¡± I could hear concern in her voice, but on a higher level, I could hear hurt. Taking down the pin curls in my hair I replied, ¡°Because you needed to rest. Your mother couldn¡¯t kill me on her best of days. (I left out the part about the sun bubble. I would never leave you alone to fight a war. Going to your mothers is forbidden. It¡¯s one of the rules in exchange for you living here.¡± ¡°So, you run off to fight one alone?¡± ¡°I did not run anywhere. I flew. Besides Godric apparently knew where I was. Speaking of Godric why did you give him my number?¡± Tapping her fingertips together a smile spread across Elloren¡¯s face. ¡°Because he asked. Well, it was more like he told me. But still, I couldn¡¯t refuse it. I mean its Godric¡­ Godd¡­.RIICCC.¡± Taping her cheeks with her nails Elloren shook her head side to side. I hated when she talked about boys. Mainly because she did not find the general population of them attractive. However the ones that she did, she crushed over them. Knowing that she wouldn¡¯t let them touch her in a physical way. She would be crushing over Godric for days. Placing one foot on the floor, Elloren clapped her hands. ¡°So, spill it. What did he say?¡± Turning my gaze outside the window. I saw a vampire in the midst of a chase. The Hunter Games were still taking place even if I was not there. I much rather be out there then in here. ¡°Nothing really. He talked about the Interview with a Vampire. Wanted to know the similarities between me and the child.¡± ¡°Okay taking an interest in your life. Promising. How did he know you were going to my mother¡¯ s? ¡°I don¡¯t know. He told me to mention his name when I arrived.¡± I left out the part about me only using his name to potential save my life. ¡°Even a God knows the dangers of my mother.¡± Glancing back at Elloren I could see her becoming lost in her thoughts about her mother. After a few moments of silence, Elloren spoke again. Her voice low and serious. Lost and sad. ¡°You don¡¯t know what she is truly like Alucard. Do you believe things have been peaceful because she is scared? You went to into her domain. I can tell you with complete confidence that she is not sitting idling doing nothing about me walking free. I do know how you set me free but it¡¯s not because you are more powerful, or she fears The Royal Vampire Family.¡± Taking a breath from her monologue, Elloren rubbed her temples. Before turning to face the window, her face bathing in the tint of the red moon. Now she looked more like a necromancer. With my blood fresh in her system, she glowed to me. My blood letting me know this person is mines. Tilting her head back she took a hard look at me. Normally it was the kind of look she would give that was followed by a smile or ¡°But you are who you are¡±. This time nothing followed that stare. Nothing but unshared necromancer knowledge that I apparently needed to be afraid of. I thought all this time it was trauma that made Elloren so afraid of her mother, but it turns out it was Elloren¡¯s mother that made Elloren scared of her mother. I guess it was a good time to tell her what I learned from her mother. ¡°Your mother informed me I am The Spell. Apparently, it¡¯s how I found you and I would bet it¡¯s the reason I was able to release you from her.¡± That stopped Elloren mid-breath. Her chest literally pausing mid intake. ¡°Elloren? Are you okay.¡± No response, ¡° El..lo.re..n..¡± Still nothing. Finally, I moved in front of her and could see while her body was here her mind was somewhere else. Her eyes vacant, but not inactive. Creepy. ¡°Ele..¡± ¡°I hear you. Shut up and let me process.¡± Rolling my eyes I fell back on the floor. I waited for her to access whatever knowledge she was seeking. Eventually, she found a question, ¡°If you are The Spell then what could have Alexandera have found if not me or The Spell?¡± That is the question we needed an answer to. Just then Ethan walked out onto the balcony, bringing me back from the memory. Wrapping himself in a thick white wool blanket and taking a deep breath. The morning sun bright and high and making its way to the center of the sky. Caused Ethan to squint his eyes and divert them to my face. Afterglow and morning glow suits him well. His skin a little flushed and the bruises on his neck looked worse than they did early this morning. He will heal just fine. Touching the bite marks, I smiled. ¡°My bites always did suit you.¡± Nodding his head, he turned to face the morning light once more. For a few more moments, there was soothing silence between us. With the lake below colored by blood. I felt unwelcoming feeling of guilt for leaving Ethan alone last night. Even though he was not alone and I more than made up for it. Still, I should apologize or something close to it. Before the words left my lips, Ethan¡¯s were heard first. ¡°He spoke about you. Not romantically. It was more like gathering information.¡± Gathering information? For what reason, thinking to myself. ¡°What sort of questions did he ask?¡± ¡°None about you directly. Only how long you have owned me. The normal things that we do with and to each other.¡± Ethan replied, with heat escaping his body behind every word. ¡°Nothing else?¡± ¡°Nothing that would make me think he is an enemy. But at some point, during the night he told me it was best to keep close. That¡¯s when he started the games.¡± A gust of wind blew causing Ethan to wrap the blanket around himself tighter. ¡°Cold?¡± I asked. ¡°Oui. However, I want to stay out. It¡¯s rare to witness sunrises like these.¡± ¡°Liar. You rise before the sun.¡±Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. ¡°Before the sun, never with the sun.¡± Ethan replied, shrugging his shoulders. Just then I witnessed a secret thought die out on his face. Turning to face Ethan I asked, ¡°How long did the games with you and Godric last and when did they start?¡± My want for solving this mystery outweighing my humanity need to apologize. ¡°They lasted maybe an hour. They began shortly after The Hunting Games. He just appeared out of nowhere and not like the vampire out of nowhere.¡± Using Ethan¡¯s side profile as a focus point, I recounted how long Elloren, and I must have been in the cellar. Matching up the times, I wondered if Godric really kept Ethan safe. Did Godric hear the chanting as well? Or maybe just maybe it was all one big distraction. Maybe Godric is behind it all. From the meeting at Pink Matter, to the student uniforms, even gaining an invitation to my parent¡¯s Hunting Games. It all seems a little to convenient. Snapping his bruised fingers in front of my face. Ethan¡¯s full profile pulled my attentions from my thoughts. Bruised fingers? Just want kind of games did he and Godric play? ¡°It¡¯s not him Alucard.¡± ¡°And how would you know?¡± I asked walking away. I needed to rest and reset. Tonight, my parents, Elloren and I would try to place the pieces we did have together. My father must figure out something about the chaos that brought into this world. Advising him and my mother earlier in the morning about the intruder and The Holy Trinities, must have allowed some time for him to remember something. Since my coffin is not required for today¡¯s rest. My bed will do just fine. Sliding myself between the linen sheets that smelled of Ethan. I laid on my back. Using my telekinesis the stained-glass door above me closed. One would have never guessed that those ceiling glass doors are made from the stained glasses of several churches my father burned down. After demolishing the people of course. They are beautiful. Rich in color and a scene my father claims never happened. No one has ever met The Devil. Let alone knows what they would appear as. Coming inside, Ethan closed the thick curtains that wrapped around more than half the room. Blocking out the sunlight altogether. ¡°I know because I see the way he looks at you. The way he speaks about you. That¡¯s not the look or the words of a man or God who wants to kill you. Hurt you yes, but not harm.¡± Rolling over on my side bringing a pillow with me to place over my head. I replied, ¡°Ethan you are a pain slut. For all I know he could have brainwashed you.¡± ¡°Precisely! Because I am a pain slut I know when someone is interested in giving pain. And Godric wants to give you a lot of it. Hurt of course, not harm.¡± Walking over to me and placing the wool blanket over me. Bending down to whisper into the pillow he said, ¡°It¡¯s not him Alucard. I am not sure what is happening, but I am here whenever you need to clear your head. Because I know for you to leave me on the night of The Hunting Games something is wrong. Godric came here clearly for you. Doubtful you would leave a guest unattended. You are rude, inconsiderate, an asshole all around. However, you are a traditionalist. You would not have broken our tradition for nothing to be wrong. Whenever you require me. I am here. Even if you do not require me, I am here. Just please whatever you do. Do not leave me alone with Godric ever again.¡± With that, Ethan left me behind with more questions, more speculations. Exactly what did Godric do to him? Inhaling and releasing my frustrations. My life is beginning to become parallel to a drama series. This must end. Solving crimes, trying to prevent murders, stalking, random people becoming interested in me and those around me. And then there is Godric. I am not going to complain about him, not yet anyways. I awoke to the sound of my name being repeated like a scratched record. That could only mean one person. Elloren. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she gave me a ¡°I¡¯m sorry smile.¡± Slowly rising to the brink of nightfall I said, ¡°You have nothing to apologize for. This is not your fault.¡± Pushing my curls out of my face. I pushed my chest out and pulled my shoulders back. Deep stretches felt good no matter the species. ¡°I have general guilt. You are only in this because of me. The home invasion was because of me. Your parents the, will blame me.¡± Squinting my eyes for no other reason, then me mimicking human confused behavior. I threw my legs over the edge of the bed. My parents should be up by now. ¡°Yes, they will, but will they hold that against you? Non. Will they help you? Oui.¡± Sighing and dropping her head, chin to chest. Elloren sighed. ¡°We agree then. They will blame me.¡± ¡°Of course, Elloren. You know my parents know how they are. Its nothing to feel burden over.¡± ¡°Easy for you to say. It¡¯s not like they will kill you.¡± Walking into my closet, I pulled out a black and white sweater and red sweatpants. The winter months are not kind to a mansion this old and this expansive. Returning to my room and standing in front of Elloren. I used my index finger to tilt her head back upward where it belonged. ¡°Elloren it will be fine. I am not going to leave you to fight a war by yourself and my parents most certainly will not leave me to fight a war alone.¡± Closing her green eyes, taking a deep breath. She replied, ¡°Okay, let¡¯s get this over with.¡± An hour later, Elloren and I sat outside inside the garden house. This place is my mother¡¯s favorite. The soothing aromas from the Birds of Paradise plants easing the worry in Elloren¡¯s shoulders. Sitting in the center of the room surrounded by poisonous plants and golden statues of feral birds. I balanced my oval back black velvet chair on its hind legs, while my parents digested the little information Elloren knew regarding Alexandera. During the recount, Elloren could not bring herself to look my parents in the eyes. General guilt is what she named it. It is not a trait I wish to copy. Making things worse, my father did nothing to hide his disapproval of the fact that this is now also his problem. I will remind Elloren later, that when you become my father¡¯s age, everything is disapproving. Tapping her long black nail on the stained black glass that seated us in a circle. My mother broke the silence. ¡°Mr. Cravemount has been possessed, the Gatekeepers were unable to contain him, Godric decays your school¡¯s hallways, my darling daughter is some sort of spell, there was an intruder in our home who¡¯s familiar with Elloren, Elloren was poisoned, and The Holy Trinities will return for her in three years? Are there other important details I am not conscious of?¡± My mother asked the question to me. While Elloren understood French when spoken slowly, my mother has never adjusted her fluency or speed to accommodate this. ¡°Non mama.¡± Exhaling slowly my mother stood from the table. Black silk casting a physical shadow of her mood followed in suit as she glided towards the storage cabinet. She did her best thinking when in motion. Grabbing a carbon blade from the storage. She began decapitating flowers. Following her movements with his eyes only, my father remained in place at the circle table. I knew that stillness very well. He is deep in a past life. Elloren hummed ¡°Sorry¡± under her breath for the fourth time during this conversation. ¡°Mon cher, we do not require your sorries. Save them, s''il te plait.¡± Leaning my head back over the oval back of my chair, glaring at my mother who was holding a hand full of stems. Tossing them in a waste basket. ¡°Now that, I understood.¡± Said Elloren, as she placed her head on the glass. ¡°Could this Alexandera demon be the same demon from The Blackgate¡¯s home Alucard?¡± The tone of my mother¡¯s voice let me know this is not how she wanted to spend the night after The Hunting Games. However, I knew that already from last night when I first enlighten her about what was happening.¡± ¡°Non, the girl from The Blackgate¡¯s home is more psycho than demon.¡± I answered. ¡°Alex, she is gifted. She came change her form. Granted she needs to kill them first to acquire their soul. But she can do it Alucard.¡± Elloren said. Letting my chair fall on all four legs. I replied, ¡°I can see if a soul is borrowed.¡± ¡°Borrowed and acquired are not the same things. Remember a few days ago when Clarissa asked if you could smell the originator of magic?¡± Nodding my head at Elloren she kept with her train of thought. ¡°Its much like that. If the person borrows a soul. What if you can only see it because it¡¯s not theirs to keep. When someone acquires a soul it¡¯s theirs. It becomes apart of that person as if it was born there.¡± ¡°In other words, my vision would see nothing out of place because the soul fits in place.¡± ¡°Ummhm.¡± Elloren said, nodding. The windows of the garden house shook with the force of the wind. This stirred my father back to this lifetime.9 ¡°Where did you go papa?¡± ¡°To remember my birth and the woman who cared for me.¡± ¡°Someone took care of you Mr. St. Vincent?¡± Elloren¡¯s statement came out more surprising than she intended. I could see her eyes widen at the firsthand embarrassment of her statement. Without missing a beat my father replied, ¡°I once required assistance to live. You Elloren are currently living a time I have experienced.¡± ¡°Great history is repeating itself just for me. Not so great, Alucard is the woman I need assistance from.¡± Elloren replied smiling at me. ¡°Why would our child be The Spell darling? There are others who were born into what they become. Why our daughter?¡± My mother spoke only to my father. That meant she did not wish to hear from Elloren nor I. ¡°Alucard and I have been down this road before. Remember when I attempted to summon you, Alucard? I couldn¡¯t. It was as if you did not exist in my dimension span or any other dimension.¡± Elloren replied, lifting her head and speaking when not being spoken to. This annoyed my mother. However, she is too gracefull to allow little annoyances stain her face. Instead, they displayed in her choice of words. Before she could speak and to save Elloren from more general guilt, I spoke. ¡°I remember. The Holy Trinities can summon me well enough. She delivered the message regarding their three-year waiting period just fine.¡± ¡°I wonder if that¡¯s because you were close by. Like vampire hearing. You can see deep into different forms even locate people on the other side. But you can¡¯t hear them unless they are within a certain distance of you. Maybe The Holy Trinities can only summon you if they are close?¡± Clasping her hands together. I could see Elloren searching through her knowledge base to see if that theory made up one puzzle piece of this bigger picture. ¡°That theory may hold relevance. In a time before I divided me by one, certain entities could only communicate with me telepathically if they were in my orbit. No matter how powerful they envisioned themselves.¡± My father said. For a few moments everyone was quiet. My parents did not breathe. They did not pretend to be anything outside of vampire. They are as still as the nightfall outside. It is Elloren who is the winter wind. She provided the subtle movements and rhythmic breathing. Before opening my mouth to ask my mother about my original father, something caught my ear¡¯s attention. Something broke the stillness in the main house. Clawing of some sort. Nails digging into glass. ¡°Does anyone else hear that?¡± I asked. ¡°Oui. The new servant has not grown into her new role.¡± My mother replied, continuing to trim things that did require trimming. ¡°What does it sound like?¡± Elloren asked, attempting to hear what the rest of us heard. ¡°Sainty leaving one¡¯s soul.¡± My father answered, drinking in the girl¡¯s misery. Standing from the table, a thought crossed my mind. What if that sound wasn¡¯t her sanity leaving her soul. What if it¡¯s a call for help? Many moons ago, Elloren led me to her by the slamming her chains against the stone floors of her childhood basement. Otherwise, I would have never found the house. What if, this girl led Alexandera to her last night and that girl was who Alexandera found? There would be no possible way for Alexandera to release the girl from that room. Some of our servants are witches whose bloodline was brought out my father centuries ago. If he wanted you locked in a room, you would be locked in a cage. Turning to face my mother I asked, ¡°Mama the new girl what is her name?¡± ¡°Clarissa my darling.¡± ¡°How long has she been Clarissa?¡± If souls could be acquired, it was not an impossible thought. The question was rhetorically to my parents, however Elloren could follow my line of thought. Asking a question of her own. ¡°Does she have red hair? Unable to see without her glasses?¡± ¡°Red hair Oui. Vision decay, I am not certain.¡± My mother finally placed the double-bladed back in the storage draw. In her eyes, I could see her knowing what I am about to say. Gliding across the room back to the glass table. She sat in the chair closet to my father. Black silk spilling at her feet as she adjusted her evening dress. The Sun Eater and the Maker of the Underground sitting side by side in matching midnight blacks. Reaching over my father stroke my mother¡¯s long red hair and in return she placed her hand on his thigh. ¡°Clarissa is that not the tag given to the girl whose mother would be one of The Holy Trinities?¡± My mother asked. Elloren picked up on the French word ¡°¨¦tiqueter¡±. Which translated in English to ¡°Tag¡±. Mouthing the French word, ¡°¨¦tiqueter¡± to me. I mouthed back ¡°name¡±. Elloren nodded her head in understanding. ¡°Which witch can allow me access to see this girl?¡± I asked. My father replied,¡°The one with the raven¡¯s hair.¡± He really should learn their names the way my mother did. ¡°Pourquoi?¡± My mother asked just as the moon¡¯s light graced her face. ¡°I am still working on the theory. Will you allow me to explain the ¡°why¡± later mama?¡± Nodding her head, my mother dismissed us and by us I meant me. Elloren came along because she would rather get physical with a boy than to be alone with my parents. They made her uncomfortable. It¡¯s to be expected. The only thing that separated them from the violence she knew parents could give, was that my parents did not wish to hurt her. In their own way they loved her because I loved her. However, to someone like Elloren all dark love feels like violence. The Same Cloth Elloren, the raven-haired witch, and I all stood on the opposite side the black metal door. The witch casting the spell lifting the barrier surrounding the room. Bowing towards me, the mute witch left us alone. Elloren reached for the doorknob, however the door opened first. A wave of red hair standing before us. A little shorter then Elloren and a lot taller than me. She smelled of magic and rage. ¡°Are you here to free me?¡± She asked. Her voice low and raspy. Shaking our heads in unison, Elloren and I took one step towards her. If this girl happens to be a runner, we need to be prepared. Whatever a vampire couldn¡¯t catch, fairies most certainly could. Lifting her hair from her face, I pulled in air that I did not need. Shock is that I believe humans would label this emotion. Elloren and I both breathing out Clarissa. The red hair, the low and raspy voice, the very depths of intelligence in her blue eyes. ¡°You know me.¡± Said the Clarissa look alike. Placing her hands on my shoulders, shoving her face more into my eyesight. ¡°Your eye powers. The Devil¡¯s Amulets, right? Carmine eyes, plum, red hair, antisocial. You are Alucard. Which means you must be the necromancer.¡± The girl did a twirl in her white tulle dress. Her bruised bare feet tripping over each other. Clumsy. Attempting to recall any information about Clarissa prior to a few days ago failed. Why is my memory not working? Stepping inside the room, following the clumsy twirling girl. She finally stopping once she reached the window that peered out towards the darken forest. Resting her back against the window, she let out a sigh. ¡°One thing is for certain Clarissa is not a vampire. That was shockingly disgraceful.¡± Elloren commented from behind me. ¡°A necromancer commenting on disgrace? How out of place.¡± The Clarissa lookalike replied. Disgust coating her words. ¡°Alucard, have you figured out who I am yet?¡± She asked sliding down the window until her ass collided with the floor. ¡°Or is there still static?¡± My instincts told me I could relax. This girl was no threat. She is not going to run, and my father was wrong about her sanity leaving her soul. Sitting down on the only chair in the room I said, ¡°Your name is Clarissa, oui?¡± Poking her pressed lips and widening her eyes a little she replied, ¡°I do not speak French. My name is Clarissa.¡± Her failing blue eyes met mine, and I knew that this is Clarissa. I remembered the criticism scent she carried with her. I need to remember more. ¡°Are you a twin Clarissa? Elloren asked from her leaning position on against the medal door. Her face fill heart shaped face filled with her own questions. ¡°No, necromancer I am not a twin. Ask something else?¡± ¡°Why not just tell us medium.¡± ¡°Holy fuck, why didn¡¯t I think of that. I cannot. I am bonded by a spell.¡± If I am remembering correctly annoyance is a key personality trait of Clarissa¡¯s. The more spoke or the longer she remained in my presence. It felt as if the more I could remember about her. ¡°Keep speaking Clarissa. It¡¯s working.¡± With the click of her tongue, she agreed. ¡°Okay, but can one of you please turn down the heat?¡± ¡°Why? So, you can chat with your dead mom?¡± Glancing back at Elloren, I couldn¡¯t believe she would say that. But then again, mediums and necromancers have a long history of violence. Deciding to keep working on remembering. I let them speak to each other however they wanted.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. Clarissa did have a point though. All the heat in this mansion is currently being funneled into this room. One to prevent her from speaking with the dead and two to prevent her from sleeping. No one can sleep with a layer of sweat covering their skin. Looking at Clarissa deeper now, I could tell she hasn¡¯t slept in days. The bags under her eyes would become permanent if she did not sleep soon. Her nails are also bloody from burying them into the glass. ¡°No, it¡¯s so I can summon yours. Isn¡¯t there a basement you should be tied up in?¡± Biting my lip, I focused on trying to remember Clarissa not what she is currently saying. Outside her window the trees began to frost over with ice. After a blood moon there is always a snowstorm. Elloren and I need to wrap this up fast. We still need to get back on campus. ¡°What kind of bond Clarissa?¡± I asked. My patience growing thin with my own memory. Why couldn¡¯t I remember. ¡°The heat Alucard what can you do regarding the heat in this room?" Clarissa pulled her hair into a wild ponytail. Only to release it because she did not have anything to keep it in place.¡± ¡°There is nothing I can do regarding the heat. These are my parent¡¯s rules, not mine.¡± Tossing her head to the side, Clarissa replied. ¡°For fucks sake. Are you not the princess of hell or vampires or something? You can do something.¡± Just then the metal door opened just a little, allowing Elloren to slip out. The witches preferred her over me any day. I remind them of my father. Elloren reminds them of home. ¡°She is going to solve the heat problem. Now why am I unable to remember you?¡± I asked, leaning back in the wooden chair. ¡°You were being poisoned by my father. All of you were.¡± Lowering my gaze at Clarissa she continued to speak. ¡°I met you twice, before I became bonded. That is why you are having a hard time clearing the static in your head about me. We were not exposed to each other long enough for you to know see the real me from the cloned me.¡± ¡°Cloned?¡± ¡°Are you an echo Alucard? Yes cloned. That Clarissa that the school knows is not me.¡± Clarissa dragged her legs to her chest, placing her head on her knees. Sadness beginning to creep into the criticism air she held around her. Folding my own legs underneath me, asking. ¡°You can answer some questions but not all why?¡± ¡°I can answer questions using the knowledge I have prior to the bonding. After the bonding only the things the dead can whisper to me. Whenever I am not burning in hell.¡± She said screaming out the burning in hell part. Speaking of hell. ¡°How did you find your way here?¡± ¡°Excuse me?¡± Clarissa asked sliding her legs back flat on the floor. ¡°I did not find my way to this Vampire lair. I was brought here by that mute.¡± Resisting the urge to wrap my hands around her throat for her distaste in how she spoke about my family home. I gave her warning. ¡°Speak of my family and our things with the highest discernment.¡± I knew my eyes glowed red, because I could see their reflection in Clarissa eyes. Holding up her hands in surrender she said. ¡°Fine Alucard. I kiss the ring.¡± ¡°Fucking vampires.¡± Slouching back down in the chair, I asked. ¡°What poisoned us?¡± ¡°Stolen magic. From The Angel of Death.¡± Widening my eyes I could only stare at Clarissa. The Angel of Death is one of the entities not even the four gatekeepers could match. We know limited things about them because they did not make their powers known. ¡°How do you know this?¡± ¡°Easy math. What other spell or power has the potency to erase or replace memories? The Angel of Death is the only one that can change time. It goes Vatican (God of Time) Angel of Death (Angel of Death.) Interlocking my hands placing them under my chin I thought about what Clarissa is declaring. A memory spell is advanced. However, a mass memory spell at Academy West is inconceivable. But not impossible. Non, the Clarissa in front of me began to resurface in my mind. I saw her the day before she left. Or the day before the cloned Clarissa came. The real Clarissa was vacant hollow almost. I did not say anything that day because I personally do not care for her. I now know better she was spell bounded that day. Leaving to go wherever the caster was or wherever they sent her. Clarissa did say it was the mute witch that brought her here. The raven-haired mute most certainly knows something. ¡°Can you tell me anything else?¡± ¡°No, my knowledge ends there.¡± Moving in front of her, I held out my hand to her. The moment she placed her hand in mine the heat turned off. Sighing in relief, she did something unexpected. Wrapping her arms around me she hugged me. Not hugging her back, I did inhale her scent. That brought back another memory of her. Clarissa sitting in the library reading books to the dead. Clarissa always smelt of vintage books and coffee. Sliding her arms from around me. Fresh tears falling from her eyes, I said. ¡°I am going to tell you all that I know. I am going to find a witch that can break your bond. I am going to let you out of this room. But I need you to play along a little while longer. I need one week.¡± Using the back of her dress sleeve to wipe her the water from her face. Clarissa said, ¡°I thought you couldn¡¯t do anything?¡± Waving my hand in a dismissive way I replied, ¡°I lied. I wanted to confirm you are who you say you are.¡± Straightening her shoulders Clarissa said, ¡°And?¡± Walking out the door without looking back I replied, ¡°Vintage books and coffee.¡± Before closing the door, her chuckle reached my ears. Coffee Shops Sitting at the kitchen island with my parents and Elloren sitting at the dinner table. I began my recap of everything Clarissa shared with me. My father sipping blood replied, ¡°It has been long time since a traitor crossed my threshold.¡± With grin infecting his face my father sat the red crystal glass, that I am sure he either stole or was gifted, down on Amazonite Green Marble rectangular island. The blues and greens of the table dancing together under the crystal glass reflection. ¡°Non, papa we do not know if she is a traitor. Only that she brought Clarissa our home.¡± ¡°Either way Alucard we need to get back on campus. Classes pick up tomorrow.¡± Elloren said with a mouth full of eggs and eel. Why the hell do we have eel in this house? Must be for the upper servants. ¡°Oui.¡± My mother said sliding her fingers across the marble table. Dust was not to be found on her finger. ¡°Daughter of mine, why do you trust that this Clarissa is not being deceptive?¡± Gliding over towards the back ceiling to floor windows in the kitchen. My mother frowned out at the night. Something is on her mind. Something she has not worked completely out yet. The rest of us will not know what it is until she could present it perfectly. The last thing my mother would ever regret is sounding half-thought out. Snow began to fall steadily now. Within the next few hours this island would disappear underneath the weight of it. Sliding off my crystal chair, I kissed my father on the cheek. If Elloren and I are going to make to campus before the snowstorm we need to go. Turing to face my mother I replied, ¡°Trust is not the word I would use to define why I am helping her out. She is clumsy. When I left her, another memory surfaced. Clarissa spent 40 percent of her time bumping into, tripping over, or falling. When I met first met her, she was reading a book to the dead. During the short period I accidentally looked at her. She spilled coffee all over her book. Dropped the book, then tripped over the long skirt she wore. Tonight, she spun round in her room, graceless and heavy footed. That is the real Clarissa. Besides she is a medium. A gifted medium. Having her in my debt one day alongside a necromancer will come in handy.¡± I felt my father move more so than saw it. Staring down at me with red eyes that are slowly losing their power. My father¡¯s black hair fell like a black sea framing his face. Placing his hands on my cheek, there was no warmth to be given. Only the implications of it. My father said, ¡°This is the first you have spoken regarding your plans for the throne my child.¡± If my father remembered how to cry, I am sure he would have. I could hear the pride leaking through his gaze and his fingertips. Pride that I have only felt once before when he found out I was more vampire than human. Pride that he did not freely give. Pride that came at a cost. The first time was my sanity this time it might be my freedom. Freedom to choose another path. There is no response to his statement. Nevertheless, my statement did what I wanted it to do. Place my father in a better more consenting mood. Elloren and I need to get back on campus with as little issues as possible. Unless The Headmaster is going to inconvenience herself to greet us at the gate. No other soul would question my father. He is The Count after all. Zero questions later, I was sitting in the coffee shop on campus. Elloren deciding that she needed to train, headed towards the training grounds. Looking back at me she asked, ¡°Why don¡¯t you train as hard? You haven¡¯t ascended yet Alucard. Aren¡¯t you at all worried that you won¡¯t?¡± Placing a cup of warm blood on the table, Abegal glanced at Elloren. Her emotions displaying their intensity in her eyes. Elloren doing the kind thing ignoring the bubble gum hair girl. Never let her gaze slip into Abegal¡¯s face. Only once Abegal¡¯s eyesight stood no chance of catching Elloren¡¯s, did Elloren look at her. ¡°Non, I only require combat training. Time is the only thing that allows me to grow stronger.¡± ¡°Well come fight me then.¡± Taking a sip of blood and glancing out the window where snow began to pile up on the window ledge, I replied. ¡°Without your fairies my speed alone would end the fight before you could take your first full breath.¡± ¡°What you are saying is that you rely mostly on your speed to fight.¡± ¡°No Elloren. That is what you are saying. My speed is a part of who I am. I do not require a spell to use it. It¡¯s not required that I think about using it. It happens naturally. Your magic is your weapon, not your body. We do not fight the same. My instinct is to kill. Yours is to survive.¡± Walking out the caf¨¦ door, in a normal voice because she knew I would hear her reply. ¡°I have survived a lot more than you have killed Alucard.¡± Watching her make her way through the snow falling and the snow piled on the ground. Elloren eventually disappeared from my eyesight. Taking a deep breath, I let my head fall on the table. These last few days have been hell. For a few moments I let allowed the chatter surrounding me to fill my ears with nonsense so I could focus on something else.The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. Closing my eyes, I remembered why I always liked this caf¨¦. While a coffee shop, they did serve blood here. Nasty blood but blood, nevertheless. Inhaling deeply, I could smell the age on the books that lined the walls. I could taste hues of emotions that flooded this place daily. There is no fluorescent lighting in this caf¨¦. Only sunlight, moonlight, candlelight, and orb light. The dark wooden floors did not creek despite the wooden being worn down. The seats always welcoming your ass as if the cushions held a memory agent. Coffee beans, creamers, sugars, metals, syrups, paper, water, dish soap, glass, footsteps, rubber, and the sun. The Sun? Slowly letting my eyes open. The sun stood there starring at me. No expression on his face. No lines that would indicate a human life. Cloudy silver eyes said he should smell more like winter over the summer. He should be the moon instead if the sun. With his face vertical my eyesight, I groaned. Why does he keep finding me? ¡°Would you prefer I leave you be?¡± ¡°Yes please¡­. Actually no.¡± Picking my head up and waving for Godric to sit. I asked my question. ¡°Why are you here Godric? You are a God. Why come here?¡± Picking up a menu, Godric seemed to study every item on offered on it before asking my question. His expression unimpressed. ¡°I am here because I enjoy speaking with you. I am a God the title is reflected in my name. Although, I am inclined to believe that is more a statement over a question. The answer to your last question is directly related to my first answer St. Vincent.¡± Clasping my hands together prayer style and leaning my elbows on the table. I glared at Godric. He did not mind this as he continued to stare at the menu. ¡°Non, Godric. What I mean is. Why does a God attend this school. Does it have anything to do with the mass poisoning?¡± Maybe if I give him something he will give me something. Similar to when he opened up a little regarding his sister. Placing the menu back on the wooden table Godric leaned forward. Even sitting down his height is unrealistic. Why is he so damn tall? ¡°That was indeed the original Clarissa I smelled in your home then.¡± Leaning back in my seat refusing to take my eyes off Godric for even a second and not wanting to be so close. I asked, ¡°Is she the reason you came to The Hunting Games?¡± ¡°Non. Locating her was not something I sought after.¡± ¡°Then what are your seeking after Godric. To be clear I am asking you flat out if you are a friend or an enemy?¡± Exhaling normally Godric mimicked my stance. Only with more grace and more attractiveness. Not until moment did, I notice his hair looped around his neck. The bow on the end landing directly on the breast pocket of his black button up shirt. Underneath the button was a black turtleneck shirt created from thicker cotton. Waiting for Godric to respond with Ethan¡¯s words on repeat in my mind. ¡°It¡¯s not him Alucard.¡± I want them to be true. Ethan has never lied to me not once. Even before he knew of my powers, he never held back his version of the truth from me. Please do not lie to me now Ethan. ¡°To Elloren you are her protector. To Ethan you are his owner. These are things they require from you. These are also two different versions of you St. Vincent. You withhold your full self with both for two different reasons. Indulge me St. Vincent. I require no protector. I require no owner. What version of friend could you be to me? What is it you think I need? What part of yourself do you believe you are going to withhold from me?¡± His tone tells me how serious he is. His gaze tells me he expects answers to these questions. His questions tell me he is seeking a friendship. His observations tell me he could be an enemy. Opening my mouth to speak, seemed to be Abgeal¡¯s moment to appear. ¡°Would you like me to reheat the blood?¡± Shaking my head no. Abegal eyes could not locate Godric¡¯s face fast enough. Partly because vampires and her people have a terrible history. The bigger part being able to stare at Godric under the rue of taking his order. ¡°And you sir? What can I get you?¡± Without taking his eyes off me, Godric recited his order. Abegal continued to stare at Godric a full six seconds after completing his order. Flipping her pen through her fingers, she begun regurgitating his order back to him. I am sure she said something incorrect just to get more conversation out of him. However, Godric did not correct her. My answers seemed more important than his food order. Abegal was disappointed that he did not correct her. But she left us alone once again. Her purple dress and pink hair disappearing to the back kitchen. Off to make some sort of strawberry Danish and a cup of Columbian dark roasted coffee. No cream no sugar. I did note that only psycho people drink coffee black. A slight lift in Godric¡¯s eyebrow was the only indication he is ready for me to speak. Crossing my arms over my chest I said, ¡°Godric, you seem alone. Sad almost. You run from sleep that you know you are not going to get. You miss your sister. The gap she has left in you is so wide I can crawl inside of and still have space to multiply myself. Which leads me to believe all of me would be required to help you heal. Elloren nor Ethan have the space to hold all of me. No, that¡¯s not true. I do not care to share all of me with them.¡± ¡°Why is that? They are loyal to you.¡± Glancing out the window yet again. I answered, ¡°One day when I become Queen of The Underground. Ethan can not come. Elloren can not come. They are human, different species of human however, human, nevertheless. I want them to forever have stories to compare with each other. They will need each other.¡± The snow fell was falling harder now. So much so that without perfect vision I am sure I wouldn¡¯t be able to see anything other than the snow dust. We should go if we did not wish to be trapped here. The Winter Elemental is awake now. The snow would only stop once she slept. Good news is she slept for 72 hours at a time. Downing the last bit of cold blood, I stood up. Wrapping my scarf around my neck and putting on my coat. Godric did the same. His thick wool coat stopping just above his ankles. ¡°In about twenty minutes ice will be everywhere.¡± ¡°If this is your attempt at an escape from my last question. It will not work.¡± Leaving money on the table to cover just about everyone¡¯s bill in the caf¨¦. I glanced up at Godric. I want him to be my friend. As much as I hate to admit it, I like that he always keeps finding me. Maybe I need to be found. With everything transpiring. It is wise to pick my battle based on the war I need to win. I need to know what Godric knows. Starting with how he knows the original Clarissa. ¡°I am not trying to escape. I just want to make it to my room before the ice comes. Dodging elemental ice can be compared to playing Russian Roulette.¡± ¡°Is that an invite your room?¡± Buttoning up my coat I replied, ¡°The landscape of the school and locations of the dorms change in the winter months to protect the school from the ice storms. My room location has been altered. Remember when you advised me that your sister showed you how to track vampires?¡± With a hint of amusement in his silvered eyes. Godric nodded and I took off. Friend or Foe Making it to my room a full eight seconds after I did. In those eight seconds I showered, dressed and send a quick text message to Elloren explaining that if I died Godric did it. The last time I left her out of my plans she seemed genuinely upset. Its best to give her the heads up for now. Sitting down on the green velvet couch, Godric entered just as I tied the last loop around my hair. Folding my legs underneath me I stated, ¡°You do know how to track a vampire.¡± Again, another dangerous thing about him. Vampires have no scent to others besides our own. Some of us can fly all of us can hoover. Leaving no footprints when we walk. The only species capable of matching us in speed are fairies. And they need to be summoned to this dimension. ¡°Did you not believe me when I advised you of such Alucard?¡± Taking of his coat and placing in on top of the bar stool. Godric sat down on the other. My room is not designed for entertaining people. The last thing I desire is for people to feel entertained when they came over for whatever reason I did not care about. ¡°No, I did not believe you. I am starting to see the mistake in doubting you.¡± Godric did not reply. Clasping his hands together and resting his chin on top of them. I noticed the markings on in his black fingernail polish. Some sort of design. A crescent of some sort? Leaning his head back against the grey brick wall underneath a row of floating books. His silvered eyes meeting my Charmaine ones. Absorbing the magnitude of his art. I did notice the light splatter of white frosted freckles on the bridge of his nose and under his eyes. Are those new? I would have seen them before if they existed. I could tell Godric is waiting on me to answer his last two questions. ¡°What is it you think I need? What part of yourself do you believe you are going to withhold from me?¡± He did not seem to be in a hurry though. He never did. As if time is something that does not apply to him. Maybe it does not. Time means nothing to my father, and eventually it will mean nothing to me. If I am going to answer I need to look anywhere but at him. Leaning my head back. The back of my neck resting on the back of the couch. The black and white marbled ceiling creating images of melting galaxies and blending dimensions. ¡°I think you need your sister. As far as what parts of myself I believe I going to withhold from you. It would be the parts that I am not yet aware of myself. This would be an unconscious action. I am not sure why you always seek me out. I never would have known you were there if you did not make yourself known. Whenever I am doing something that requires socialization, there you are. Me leaving the school for Elloren¡¯s parents¡¯ home. Showing up at The Hunter Games. Speaking to Elloren and Ethan regarding me. These are the actions of someone who does not wish to be alone. Are you lonely Godric?¡± Lifting my head up so that I could meet Godric¡¯s eyes. He was no longer sitting in front of me. Instead, he is now sitting next to me on the floor. His back against the couch. His own neck resting against the seat of the couch and eyes looking up at me. He has done this before. This is how he moves. In between my senses. A God¡¯s power. There is no reason to react. I have experienced him do this once before. That¡¯s all I require to learn someone¡¯s movements. With his eyes unmoving from my face Godric answered me. ¡°In my solitude I have found that I do not gravitate towards the quiet. The source of this discomfort does not stem from a dislike of myself. Instead, it breeds from an overwhelming silence that is usually filled with the energy of a friend. ¡°Are you saying that you are my friend Godric?¡± ¡°I am saying, I am not your enemy.¡± ¡°Then why are you truly here?¡± Diverting his gaze from me, Godric exhaled. The Holy Trinities, they have been active for a much longer time than what you are aware of. The Blackgate necromancer nor Clarissa¡¯s father were their first targets. The Bluestones were.¡± For a moment everything faded black. What does Gabriel have to do with this? Searching my memory for anything he may have done. I came up empty handed. Elloren and him did have their own flirtatious games going on. But that¡¯s all there was to it. Gabriel has never looked at her wrong, touched wrong, hell he never breathed wrong. I have also never seen him interact with Clarissa. What is the connection between them? The weight of something against my shins brought in the color around me again. Glancing down Godric moved again. This time between my legs, well his head was. The rest of him remained on the floor. With his eyes closed. His eyelashes are long enough to touch the bottoms of his eye sockets. Forty-two freckles decorated his nose and cheeks. They are so light its easy to mistake them as dust. Each one shaped like a star. Wanting to reach out and brush one of them. I reframed. All though he is technically touching me first. Something told me this is a comfort thing. I will let him be. Maybe he would finally catch that sleep that has been evading him. ¡°Have you asked yourself yet, how The Holy Trinities possessed the Magician?¡± Every word he spoke was followed by a low vibration throughout my body. Every vibration stern and unyielding. Like the object that caused them. ¡°Oui, Clarissa¡¯s mother Siren, became possessed by Aires and Ever. Then they possessed The Magician.¡± ¡°How St. Vincent. Surly you make use of the teachings given to you at this school. How can the dead become possessed?¡± ¡°The dead are not vessels.¡± I replied. Clarissa stated her father killed her mother in order to save everyone. That bitch lied. If her mother was murdered no matter the stage of her possession. If the vessel dies, the parasite dies. Ice began to hit the windows as I replayed the conversations between myself and both Clarissa¡¯s. Its¡¯ possible that the Clarissa locked in my home could have spoken the truth. The Clarissa at this school unfortunately spoke half truths and told many lies. However, a bigger issue poked at my mind. One that I recognized the moment I remembered the dead are unable to be possessed. Elloren. Elloren would have known that rule. She would have known that Clarissa was not only lying but terribly lying when she told the story. Unless.. Shit.. fuckk..Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings. Pushing Godric off me, I needed to get to Elloren. Before my feet could touch the floor. I felt a tug on my arm. ¡°Sit down St. Vincent. There is no need to alert Elloren.¡± Pulling my arm back from Godric and jumping off the couch. Landing on the tips of my toes. Godric watching with irritation in his eyes. ¡°She is under a spell. Of course she needs know.¡± "Are you prepared to break the curse?¡± ¡°Curse?¡± I asked. I in a voice filled with warning triggers. ¡°Godric how do you know its not a spell but a full fledge curse?¡± The suspicion in me did everything but attack Godric. Searching through my instincts. They are not on high alert. My eyes and my instincts did not view him as a threat. But again, God power allows him to move through my senses. Leaning his head back to where it was, minus my shins. Godric let out a low hum. ¡°I was relaxed. Come back.¡± ¡°No, not until you stop giving me information in puzzle pieces. Every piece you give seems like information only an enemy would know.¡± ¡°Compromise will solve this. You come back and continue to drink me in. Touching is allowed. I in return will share all that I know.¡± ¡°I do not wish to know all that you know Godric. Who has that sort of interest? I want to know specifically all that you know regarding everything that is happening to Elloren and I. Then I specifically want to know all that you know about why you are here.¡± Folding my arms together I waited for Godric to accept my terms. Closing his eyes and stretching out his legs. Godric folded his arms across the width of his stomach. His expression achromatic. Why is he taking so long to accept? He wants to sleep I want answers. He suggested this compromise and now he must think about it. Turning away I reached for my coat. While he thinks about it, I am going to warn Elloren. Me not being able to break the curse did not matter. She needs to know. ¡°That curse is a God¡¯s curse. Conceived with stolen magic.¡± There it is again ¡°Stolen Magic¡±. The Clarissa caged inside my home advised me that the mass memory spell came from Stolen Magic. Magic that belonged to The Angel of Death. ¡°I knew that already. The mass memory spell.¡± ¡°The Angel of Death magic is unable to be used to placed spells. She does not use magic nor is she magic. Death is simply what she is. I identify it as magic to make the information more digestible. With that in mind let¡¯s call what was stolen from her magic. Are you following along St. Vincent?¡± Nodding my head. I slowly placed my leather coat back where it rested. If death is what she is, then she is a curse. Therefore, her magic so to speak can only be used as a curse. ¡°This school is cursed. Everyone aside from the cloned Clarissa, yourself, and I. The curse is low level, non-dangerous if broken. Easily broken in your case once you were made aware it. Elloren¡¯s curse differs. It is imbedded in her DNA. Meaning she was cursed a while ago. If broken, it¡¯s possible she will die. I am not aware of the true repercussions of her being told. I do know her accession was given not earned. That power she has mostly is due to her being a Blackgate. The other 40 percent is due to her having access to The Angel of Death powers. I am sure you both agreed to a test of her summoning you. She could not. I know this because. You exist in a space unreachable to The Angel of Death. If you were all death, it would be easy enough. However, there is humanity in you. You are an enigma. Your humanity keeps death from marking you. Keeps you out of her grasp. Now return to me.¡± Without thinking about moving, I just did. Once more the weight of Godric¡¯s head resting against my shins. Maybe I am wrong not to want to know all that he knows. Looking down at Godric. His eyes remaining closed, his expression no longer achromatic. Sleep is creeping up on him. Causing his face to slack. The slacking did not remove any of his beauty. In fact, I am certain he is the real sleeping beauty. Moving my hand to touch the freckles that invited me in. Another low hum came from Godric. He did not lean into my touch, but it is welcomed. Allowing my thumb to graze over his skin, goosebumps appearing on my hand. Opening his eyes, Godric studied me back. No hint of danger, no hint of deceit, no hint of backing away. Reaching out back at me. The touching began with my jawline. Tracing over it with one single finger. Frozen in place, minus my thump grazing the same spots on his face. My eyes against my will, finding Godric¡¯s. Now resembling more of a glossy medal compared to the clouded silver they always appear to be. Everywhere his finger landed on my jawline left behind a low heat I want to close my eyes and lean into this warmth. The warmth of the sun. Continuing to trace, over my jawline and under my jawline. Over my jawline and under my jawline. The rhythm and repetitiveness placing me so much at ease I almost forgot he is supposing to be spilling his knowledge, and I am the one that is supposed to be touching him, not the way we are currently doing it. Snapping my head back upwards and clearing the fog of heat. It is time for me to stop being shy. I have done this a million times with Elloren and Ethan. Relaxing them with head rubs and face massages. But they are also not Godric. They are not as beautiful as he is. As elegant as he is. As potent as he is. A million times carried no experience when it comes to him. My eyes wandering down the length of his body. My shins holding the weight of knowledge. My skin carrying the heat of his touch. ¡°Continue to drink me in.¡± I am drinking Godric and now it¡¯s time for you to speak. Digging my hands into his hair, Godric closed his eyes and parted his lips. The wind and ice outside may have been the most deafening noise to others. However, in this moment there is nothing I could have heard more vividly than the deep pleasure sound Godric made. Soaking my fingers in a wave of his ash blonde hair Godric¡¯s head moving to the rhythm of my stokes. Another sound of pleasure escaping him. If I did not speak up now, the answers I desired would not come tonight. Instead, tonight would be filled with low hums of pleasure and the scent of my arousal. No, I require answers. Numerous answers. Godric¡¯s hand found it way around my throat. The heat of it sealing my words inside. Squeezing a little before releasing me. Godric began to speak. He did not stop speaking until all he would share was heard by my ears. While he spoke, I stroke his scalp. In between the gaps of his words that space was occupied with low hums and deep pleasure vibrations in his chest. ¡°There. Now you know everything I know regarding your topic of choice.¡± Godric¡¯s voice breaking through my concentration without struggle. ¡°Merci Godric. Can you rest now?¡± ¡°On the floor. Non. In your bed Oui.¡± Rolling my eyes, too absorbed with digesting Godric¡¯s information to kick him out or not allow him to rest in my bed. Pointing towards the black glass wall that my couch rested on and hid my bedroom. Godric stood to his full height. It is well into the night now. Classes would start again tomorrow. I also need to rest. The couch would do just fine for me though. ¡°St. Vincent come rest. Information given at the sped I gave it requires a rested mind to fully comprehend it.¡± ¡°I am Alucard St. Vincent of The Royal Vampire family Godric. Speed is implied in the title.¡± ¡°Comprehension is not. Come rest St. Vincent.¡± Reaching out his hand, on instinct I took it. Pulling me off the couch. Godric followed me into my bedroom where midnight lived. The Morning After Leaning back in my chair, I am once again back in class. Sitting in a circle of my peers. All eyes locked on my face. With everything else that is more important than this debate. I of course forgot about it. Clarissa or the cloned Clarissa started the debate by saying, ¡°You would waste time caring for something that you do not love?¡± Today her glasses are the color of copper. Her red hair neatly tucked into a braid crowing her head. She is definitely the type to frock through mellow gardens. This Clarissa resembled the caged Clarissa without error. From the heart shape of her upper lip to the hues of orange in her hair. This Clarissa spoke like the original so much so that bellow tones in her voice sounded the exact same. Words that I remember Clarissa saying in a dark tone this Clarissa would also say in dark tones. Who created her? This is no mimicking magic. There is always some sort of flaw with mimicking magic if you know what you are looking for. This magic is different. Even with my perfect vision, this Clarissa appears to be the real version. I wonder if this Clarissa is an original creation directly from The Angel of Death. Not just some creature that is working with or for someone. Standing up I replied, ¡°I would waste time because its mines to waste. If you do not care for it, how do you intend to love it? Would you love it because you like it?¡± ¡°You know if you want to love something before wasting your time caring for it. The same way you know if someone is lying you to before they finish a sentence St. Vincent.¡± ¡°Are you implying that because we are supernatural our emotions develop and flow differently than those of non-supernatural¡¯s?" ¡°Duh. Non-supernatural¡¯s do not use time like we do. Your species alongside a few others are the only ones that are immortal. Of course, wasting a century or two wouldn¡¯t mean anything. To the rest of us, that¡¯s a lifetime. And you are saying we should waste what little time we do have trying to care for something that we do not love to figure out if we love it? Spoken like a true vampire.¡± Rolling my neck in a circle, I am growing tired of this debate. For something that is a reproduction of someone else¡¯s life. This Clarissa passion feels real. There is something more to this creature. I need to figure out a way to know it without it knowing I know its not the real Clarissa. Best to not give her comment ¡°You know if someone is lying you to before they finish a sentence St. Vincent.¡± A response. Sitting back down in my chair, because what I am about to say next would be the last thing I say regarding this debate that I did not want to have in the first place. Leaning over, Elloren said, ¡°What are you doing. You are going to lose points by breaking the rules of the debate Alucard. Stand back up.¡± Stretching out my legs and crossing them by my ankles. I whispered the very few words I knew Elloren knows in French. Advanced hearing maybe something Mr. Davis has. However, no werewolf understands French. Their language is German. ¡°Godric et moi avons couch¨¦ ensemble.¡± Elloren¡¯s tea green eyes widen with the knowledge that Godric and I spent the night together. Nothing but sleep transpired, however at this moment she does not require that bit of information. Clearing her throat and clapping her hands. Clarissa straighten her red and gold plaid floor length skirt. Her white button up with exaggerated long collars and a black vest stamped with a butterfly broach. Almost made one think a long plaid skirt should be worn. ¡°Like I stated once before Clarissa. Love is not an action, it¡¯s a word. The actions of intention build out the word love and give it sometimes false meaning. You believing your time will not be wasted on things you do not love is a fable. You are suggesting you love something first to determine if you love it? All to save time? That sounds like to me, you are making decisions based on impulse. Which by your own standards is not love.¡± Pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, Clarissa asked. Are those your closing remarks Alucard?¡± Nodding my head once. Clarissa did something unexpected. She also sat down. Is she challenging me? ¡°Alucard, it must be nice to dwell in a world filled with time and care. Tell us what does a vampire know about love and care? What do you know about time and how it affects most of us in a shorter span compared to you? Sure, you can change physically, but at your core you are a vampire. For those of us without unlimited time we are careful how we spend it. I am suggesting if something grasps your attention long enough to think about caring for it. Then love it with everything you have. Time is a friend of no one, not even the immortal.¡± Rolling my eyes, I glanced over at Elloren. Giving me the thumbs up, she mouthed. ¡°How was it?¡± ¡°Later.¡± I said mouthing back. ¡°Very nice ladies. I am glad to see that considering the extracurricular activities that have transpired over the last few days. You two have not lost your warrior sprits. Although Alucard I am a little disappointing that you did not present any new information. Please explain why.¡± Mr. Davis asked leaning against the center of his desk. Mr. Davis, no one gives a shit about this debate. I have real problems to debate and swap theories about. Besides, that is not the real Clarissa. The real one is caged in my home. Was what I wanted to say. ¡°Mr. Davis what Clarissa is suggesting revolves around loving something with everything you have on day one because it grasps your attention? Going all in because you are afraid time is personally out to get you? Does that sound like something a sane creature would suggest? Is that not the very definition of false meaning? You are only doing everything because you are afraid of..¡± ¡°As a vampire Alucard you are going to sit there and inform everyone that if something grasps your attention you are going to not give it everything you have? If that is the case. Why does a necromancer dwell in the home of The Royal Vampire family as if one of their own?¡± Clarissa asked cutting me off and pushing her glasses, once again up the bridge of her nose. I will not forget this. Beside me Elloren let out a sharp whistle. One that told me I am better off not responding and letting Clarissa win. Just then the bell rang. Watching Clarissa pack her things away, I noticed she dropped things on purpose. Making her way to the exit, I stopped her just outside the doorway. One thing I did take from the debate is that time is a friend of no one. However, that doesn¡¯t make him an enemy either. Three years will feel like standing still to me. However, to Elloren the days must be passing her by with advance speed. Bad things tend to move with a greater purpose and speed then most things. ¡°Clarissa. Can you stop by my room tonight I need to speak with you regarding something I love.¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Why not? You held no issues running to my room when you needed help.¡± ¡°First thing. The last time I came to your room you and that necromancer attempted to kill me.¡± ¡°That was a misunderstanding. Emotions and danger levels were exceedingly high.¡±The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. ¡°Second. I will not come to your room. However, you can come to mines. I also need to speak with you about something I love.¡± From behind Clarissa Elloren approached. I could see the irritation dulling her green eyes. ¡°If this something you love revolves around your parents. We are still killing them.¡± Elloren stated, walking past Clarissa and me. ¡°Does she always smell of graveyard dirt?¡± Clarissa asked holding her finger underneath her nose. ¡°Oui, I suppose. She is a necromancer.¡± Pushing past me. Clarissa called out ¡°9:30pm¡±. Making my way to where Elloren waited for me by the second level staircase. Irritation cleared from her eyes. In that short period of time, she has forgotten all about Clarissa and her graveyard dirt comment. Which I know she heard. What lurked in her eyes now are questions. ¡°SPILL IT NOW¡­ FUCKING GODRIC?¡± While her words are capitalized her voice was barely above a whisper. I would sale a piece of my unlimited time to know how Elloren could shout so quietly. Biting her bottom lip. I could sense she held no capacity to wait until we were at least outside to speak about it. ¡°Wait.¡± Elloren said. Walking around me. Examining me. ¡°When you have a night with Ethan. You look better. Today you look the same. No feeding?¡± Placing the back of her right hand underneath her chin and resting her right elbow on top of the back of her left hand. Elloren studied me in the middle of the hallway. Her pink tulle skirt exposing the top of her yellow wool tights. As her blue hair swayed underneath the heat pouring down from vent above. ¡°You didn¡¯t or he wouldn¡¯t.¡± Elloren asked. ¡°I didn¡¯t.¡± ¡°Poison?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± ¡°What do you mean you don¡¯t know?¡± ¡°Like I said Elloren I don¡¯t know.¡± Turning on my heels, I headed toward the front door. Walking down the stairs from the second floor would cool Elloren off on the questions. At least until we reached the bottom. Walking down from 600 floating individual steps requires concentration. No powers can be used on the second floor or on its steps. Making it to the bottom too quickly for my liking. Elloren asked. ¡°Did you at least sleep in the same room together Alucard?¡± ¡°Oui.¡± ¡°Yes and? Come on stop giving me bread crumbs. You told me the news first.¡± ¡°News? Elloren this is hardly news. Everything else that has happened is news. This is gossip.¡± ¡°Gossip is news. Now report it.¡± Crossing over to the other side of the campus through the rose garden. Elloren and I seated ourselves on a white stone bench. Treading against the snow and ice was fine for me. However, Elloren required a break. 8 inches of snow and ice would have most mortals in the same state. The rose garden is the only place on campus outside that never allowed snow to touch it. The barrier spell around it keeping all harmful weather away. The HeadMaster said, ¡°We deserve beautiful things all the time.¡± ¡°Sleeping next to Godric was different. In his sleep nothing about him changes. There is still this air of charming prominence about him. He sleeps on his back with his hands behind his head. Long breaths pausing in his chest between their movements. He likes head rubs and choking.¡± Choking on air herself. Elloren choked out. ¡°Choking?¡± ¡°It¡¯s a theory. Ethan advised me that Godric likes to give pain. You should have seen the bruises that remained on Ethan¡¯s skin after they played together. Godric is a sadist.¡± ¡°Woah. Aren¡¯t you a sadist? How does that work?¡± ¡°Non, Elloren I am not a sadist. At least not the variant that Godric is.¡± ¡°You let him choke you?¡± ¡°Not like the image in your head of me choking Ethan. Godric¡¯s choke was a test. To capture limits.¡± ¡°Well fuck, that¡¯s one way to test the boundaries. Start off strong work your way to the bottom.¡± Nodding my head. I placed a section of my hair behind my ears. ¡°Are you going to let him. You know..Sadist you?¡± Glaring at Elloren from the corner of my eyes. I wanted to ask her what the hell does ¡°Sadist you¡± mean. However, I opted for a shoulder shrug. Not even I knew the answer to that yet. I like Godric. I knew that from the moment he entered my orbit on the rooftop. The question is do I like him enough to submit. The future queen of the underground on her knees in submission? My father could not hand the throne over to me wondering if I would surrender it to Godric. Standing up I moved in front of Elloren. For the remainder of our day we would not see each other. She would go off to train. Fuck train. I completely forgot to inform her of everything Godric told me last night. Minus her being cursed. How could I inform her that her accession was assisted without informing her how? If I tell her, would she stop training as hard? Bending down in front of her. Elloren knew what to do. Bluntly using your powers on school grounds is prohibited. However, walking at a human¡¯s pace with ice and snow as obstacles is not reasonable. I would simply move a little faster than human, slower than vampire. Once I felt the weight of Elloren on my back. I carried her to the third level of the school. The third level is where the training takes place. Each one of the hundred rooms on this floor represents at least one student¡¯s personal hell. For Elloren the room hidden behind this gold door in front us, is an exact replica of her childhood home. As for me. The Princess of Hell did not have a Hell that could be recreated. There is no level of Hell I haven¡¯t seen. All Hells belonged to me. No Hell could bring me to my knees. Every room on this floor I could match with the student it is designed for. ¡°Meet me inside The Graveyard Library tonight 8pm.¡± I said, as Elloren slid off my back. Behind me, I felt an energy I recently encountered. Turning around I received a glimpse of Abegal. Elloren must have read the question in my eyes because without asking she said. ¡°She is a psycho. She started training yesterday on this floor.¡± ¡°Abegal is a psycho? I thought she just created coffee?¡± I replied. ¡°Nope, that psycho is the real deal. You couldn¡¯t tell in the coffee shop?¡± ¡°No, but then again, I was not looking.¡± ¡°Are you not able to tell what someone is just by looking at them?¡± ¡°Sometimes. The more powerful or rare I need to invest energy into looking. The more common or familiar. I know without investing.¡± ¡°Gotcha. Graveyard library tonight at 8. Then off to that bitch Clarissa¡¯s.¡± Elloren said as she opened the door to her training room. Waving her hand, she shooed me away. Turning to walk away, my instincts stopped me mid step. Turning my head to face the training room that belonged to Abegal. Using ¡°Devil¡¯s Search¡±, I could see Abegal inside the room. She appeared to be alone. However, her lips moved as if she is speaking to someone. Since my power is underdeveloped. I am unable to hear her words or see anyone else in the room. Shifting her weight from one leg to another, I noticed something. Abegal is no psycho. In shifting her weight, I could see underneath her pants leg. A tail. Not a werewolf''s tail or a siren''s tail. But a pink low glowing spiked tail. One that could extend, shrink, and in special fairies. The source of their Metamorphosis. Fuck, a real fairy. Alive in this dimension. How did she get here? Blinking away Devil¡¯s Search and making my way off the third floor. My thoughts spiraling in my head. The Graveyard library would see me now. I could afford to skip the rest of my classes. Vampires are unable to use spells or cast magic. My father thought it best for me to take these classes because we do own witches. Knowing the baseline of any spell can be good for your health. Also knowing what certain spells smell like. My mother agrees of course. ¡°One day ma fille, they will fight to end eternity.¡± Is what my mother believes. While lost in my thoughts, I made my way The Graveyard Library in less time than I accounted for. The Crypt Keeper greeted me with a smile. She is beautiful. Covered in tribal markings there is no naked skin on her. With her long earrings hanging to the tops of her breast and a black almost sheer robe covering her body. The Crypt Keeper extended her left hand to me, since her right hand is never without her portal stick. Traveling through The Graveyard Library without The Crypt Keeper and her portal stick is not recommended. One could find themselves in The Void. The space of nothing. Leaning down from her height of 7''7. The Crypt Keeper placed her full studded ear in front my lips. The scent of time itself surrounding her body. Her scent could only be experienced when she decided to come close. Unlike any other creature or person. The Crypt Keeper''s smell did not leave her body. It did not linger. Instead, it surrounded her and her alone. ¡°Bonjour. I am needing to find all that you know regarding Fairies, The Holy Trinities, The Bluestones, and The Angel of Death.¡± Turning her head to face me without pulling back. Mrs. Inkwood used three of her long fingers to make the universal sign of the number 4. That means she wants to know more regarding my interest in The Angel of Death. Honesty would get you everywhere with The Crypt Keeper. If I were here to assassinate The Headmaster and I was honest about it. The Crypt Keeper would guide me to whatever information about The Headmaster. If I lied, then she would close the gate and banish me. ¡°Godric Victorian advised me that The Angel of Death¡¯s power or whatever you want to call it, is imbedded in Elloren¡¯s DNA.¡±The Crypt Keeper adored Elloren. Somewhere down Elloren¡¯s bloodline I am sure they are related. Tapping her portal stick twice on the fog infested ground. The earth beneath us trembled as The Graveyard Library rose from its resting place. Once the building fully rose from its grave. Red neon lights flickered on. The Library is how they read. Four black stone pillars lodging themselves into the ground alongside four massive candles being lit outside the library. First the top candle, then the left candle, followed by the bottom candle, finally the right candle. These candles floated counterclockwise. Once they all burned out The Graveyard Library would be closed. More importantly if the candle you are using to travel burns out and you are still in that space. You are transported to The Void. The Crypt Keeper up her hand. No numbers present. She is waiting for me to tell her where I would like to travel to first. Figuring I am going to spend the most time on The Angel of Death. I held up the number four. Turing her hand over palm up. A small red candle broke through the skin of her hand. The mini version of the bigger candle floating over to me. This is my time candle. If it runs out before I come back. Off to The Void I go. Turning to walk inside, I followed The Crypt keeper. Inside The Graveyard Library all powers besides hers becomes useless. Flames One of the more elaborate features of Academy West would be this library. You could check out books or you could experience them firsthand as they are being written. Sitting on a dark grey oversized bean bag chair, I watched as a woman named Ires no last name. Wrote about her experience with The Angel of Death. Apparently, The Angel of Death is not a God, nor are they bound by the rules of a GateKeeper. The Angel of Death is simply, death in a tangible form. As I watched Ires write, her face growing older with every chapter completed. She explained that Ever, Mother of Earth once set a blaze of wrath within The Angel of Death. Thus, birthing the first wave of plaques. This is when Ires first encountered The Angel of Death. When Ires was a child of nine, The Angel visited Ires. Told her that they had come to claim her life. Ires asked the Angel, ¡°Why must I perish before I grow tired of the world?¡± ¡°Why must I perish before I grow tired of the world?¡± Her story I guess she can make herself sound however she remembers it. However, it¡¯s doubtful a nine-year-old would say anything remotely close to that. ¡°Before I grow tired of this world?¡± Ires girl.. please. The Angel replied, ¡°Maybe the world has grown tired you.¡± ¡°I do not want death.¡± ¡°Little being. Death is no stranger to not being wanted.¡± Backing into a corner in my small room. I could feel my face being taken hostage by panic and fear. I did not wish to perish tonight. I must meet Clover down by the lake tomorrow to discuss the topic of boys and floral dresses. This creature could not have my life. The world had not grown tired of me. In fact, I am inclined to believe the world fancies me. ¡°Go away death.¡± I screamed from the bottom of my belly. It is my best scream. The one that drove the men away whenever I walked home alone from school. Surly momma and papa would hear my scream and come to save me. They must. ¡°Screaming usually follows death little being. Tell me, why does your fear feel as if you have experienced it before? Have I claimed one of your bloodline before?¡± I held no tools at my disposal on how to decipher what The Angel meant at the time. Instead, I screamed again. Hoping this time my momma and papa would hear me. They must hear me. Please momma papa save me. With fear breeding inside me, it became too heavy for my underdeveloped legs to carry. Thus, I collapsed into the floor. Sitting in a puddle of my own creation, tears flowing uninterrupted. The Angel remaining next to the lonely window in my room. Moonlight spilling across their unseen, or maybe not there face. They appeared to be lost in thought. I wished they would forget why they came here. Soon I knew why they appeared lost in thought. Moving in between the blinks of my eyes. The Angel wiped fresh warm tears from my eyes. With their face inches from mines and the moonlight glowing behind them. My fate was sealed. The Angel pulled me into their gaze. Silvered eyes that reminded me of melted silver. I could swim in this Angel eyes. Instead, I floated. I floated in tranquility. And while I floated The Angel experienced the familiar terror, they sensed in me. I could view the memory of many nights that terror consumed me. They played across The Angel¡¯s irises. Once the memory ended, I was back on the floor in my own puddle. I was never floating in the sea of silver. That was The Angel¡¯s power. When I was a child, I thought of The Angels Power as Tranquility. In my experienced years, I now know better. What I experienced that night was the power of Nothingness. The Power to make a soul not feel its scars as the wrinkles from those scars playback like a cinema roll. That night The Angel of Death sparred me. However, not without cost. My life for my parent¡¯s lives. That night I could not understand their why. It would take me years of spell layer removal to understand the depravity that conquered my parents. And many more years to call that depravity by its name. If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. The Angel whispered into my eyes, ¡°Though my love for you maybe morbid, it is unyielding.¡± With those final words the Angel departed as if they were a nightmare. A nightmare they were not, for when I opened my eyes. Momma and papa stood in my room. Only they were not momma and papa. Their faces resembled something of rotten flesh. Their stench could wake the dead. Momma stood in front of the doorframe; arms outstretched to me like I have seen her do a million times. Only this time her face could not conceal her inner thoughts. They poured from her like curses spoken by a witch. ¡°Filthy child. I thought Mr. Bluestone would have killed you by now. Instead, what do you do you little shit. You seduce him.¡± I felt the sting of tears, but no tears flowed. Papa walked over to the window and under the moonlight I could see steam rising from his flesh. ¡°One more round that should be enough to pay off our debts.¡± I heard my father speak the words. What I did not see were his lips moving allowing those words to escape. What is this? What is happening. Am I still in the grips of death? Momma papa. When have I ever heard them speak such cruelty. Why resemble the undead. Refusing to move into my mother¡¯s stale embrace. She tilted her head to side. Locks of her red hair falling to their grave. ¡°Come here you little whore.¡± Those were not the words she spoke. That did not matter. Those were the words I heard. Whore? Little Shit, debts? What are these words my parents polluted the air with. Sliding back into the corner, I attempted to shake myself awake. This must be dream. Or am I dead? Death that¡¯s it. I am dead and I have transcended to hell. I am sorry I stole candy. I am sorry I pushed Lucillia into the rose thorns. I am sorry that I hate the town¡¯s priest. I felt the touch of a hand on my shoulder, papa¡¯s hand. Boils and bones that¡¯s all I could make out in the moons light. That was enough. Pushing his hand off me, I ran for my death life. I must be in hell. That meant The Angel of Death must be here too. I must find them. As I sprinted for the door, my mother¡¯s arm flesh attempted to stop me. However, I sled underneath her legs escaping. Down the stairs I dove. Only for my body¡¯s motion to be halted by an unyielding weight. Crashing down on the ground. I recognized those shoes. Black shiny shoes. Black shiny shoes with a blue stone in the middle of the laces. I did not understand why, on the other hand my body did. Terror begun to run rampant through my veins. The sound of my heart drowning out any other sounds. Bending down, retrieving me from the floor. Mr. Bluestone, unaffected by the magics of hell. Smiled down at me. His Blue eyes piercing through everything within me. ¡°Run.¡± That voice belonged to The Angel of Death. Were they looking for me? ¡°Ires, where are you off to in such a hurry.¡± His voice sounded the same, he smelled the same, he appeared the same. I could not understand why my body moved to get away from him. Terrified of the only person who appeared normal in hell. ¡°Run Ires or die.¡± This time The Angel¡¯s voice strut me in my heart. Placing my hands over my chest. I attempted to ease the pain. Mr. Bluestone placed his large hand over my small ones. It felt like being touched by acid. ¡°My dear Ires. I am afraid tonight will be our last night. Can you feel it as well?¡± As Mr. Bluestone moved us from the front entrance, into the pallor. I quickly secured one of our steal fire pokers in my hand. ¡°Run Ires or die.¡± I chose to run. Quickly swinging the fire poker at Mr. Bluestone¡¯s head. It connected he dropped me. Once again, I sprinted towards the front door. This time it was papa standing in my way out of this house of horrors. Something deep dwelled inside. Something I never knew existed up until this moment. Yelling out the words ¡°May ash remain where fire dies.¡± In that moment, papa began burning in black flames. My momma must not have been able to view them because the moment she touched papa. The black flames licked her skin. With both my parents burning in black flames. All that rose to the consciousness of my mind was ¡°Black fire?¡± This must be the flames of hell. The flames of The Angel of Death. Much later the truth of those black flames surfaced. They belonged to me. When Ires sat her pen down the light of my red candle went out. Fuck. Fear Fade into me ~Pens&Keys Instead of being transported to the center of nothing, I find myself staring at Elloren. Her blue hair pinned in spiral curls. Rolling her eyes, she sat on top of the black wooden table. The low hanging overhead pendant light stopping just a few inches from the top of her head. ¡°You do know your candle was a few seconds from burning out. Are you trying to be thrown into The Void?¡± ¡°Non.¡± I answered, lowering myself to the ground. The Graveyard Library is the only place that allows Elloren to summon me. All things in here operate on the same dimension, outside of The Crypt Keeper. Same dimension different time periods. There are also no clocks inside The Graveyard Library. Glancing at my wristwatch, Elloren was an hour early. ¡°You are early.¡± ¡°Yeah, well training was not going great.¡± Leaning her head back, Elloren let out a sigh. We did not discuss the things she did in training unless she wanted to speak about them. Sitting down in another burnt ash gray bean bag chair I replied. ¡°I have a few things to inform you of. The first being that Abegal is not a psycho. She is a fairy.¡± ¡°WHAT! No way I would have known! How do you know?¡± Once again Elloren managed to scream whisper her words. Leaning forward as much as she could without tipping over, she waved her hands in a ¡°Come on spill it¡± motion. ¡°I saw her tail.¡± ¡°Seriously? I mean but how. A fairy¡¯s metamorphous is absolutely without error.¡± ¡°In her training room she probably believed herself to be safe.¡± Blinking Elloren leaned back. I know that sort of blinking. She is going to ask a question. ¡°No Elloren, I never peak inside your room. My instincts told me to look inside of Abegals. It was not done out of curiosity. ¡°Good.¡± Elloren let out a deep sigh of relief. ¡°Okay, okay, okay. So Abegal is a living Fairy in this dimension. Her ability to perform metamorphous has us believing her name is Abegal and she is a psycho? Or is she a different person all together? Wait did you see her face?¡± ¡°Non, only her tail.¡± ¡°Dam.¡± Elloren replied as she laid herself out on the table. ¡°What else do you need to tell me? And why are we inside this creepy ass Library.¡± Raising my eyebrow I asked, ¡°I thought you liked The Crypt Keeper?¡± ¡°I do like her. It¡¯s her home I do not like It¡¯s too ancient.¡± Mimicking Elloren¡¯s laying down posture. I draped my legs over the arm of the bean bag chair and laid my head over the other. ¡°We came to this creepy ass library because I wanted to do some research on The Angel of Death. The Angel has never written anything. However, I did come across a story by a woman named Ires no last name. Apparently in a time before either of us existed. Ires was spared by The Angel of Death. The Angel gave Ires ¡°True Sight¡±, allowing Ires to see her parents for what they were. You know the type very well Elloren. Ires was required to kill her parents for the Angel to not kill her. She did it with black flames.¡± Rolling her head in my direction. Meeting each other eyes we remain locked in with each other. We both know what black flames are. We both know of a person with black flames. Both know the rarity of them. Both know the bloodline in order to inherit them. Both know that these sorts of connections are not random. They are unable to be. Elloren whispered, ¡°The Sun Eater.¡± My mother. Ires must be connected to my mother somehow. If she is connected to my mother that meant Ires must also be connected to me. But how? ¡°Why did The Angel of Death spare her?¡± Elloren asked. ¡°The Angel said, ¡®Though my love for you maybe morbid, it is unyielding.¡¯ ¡°Were they in love?¡± ¡°I hope not. Ires was a child of nine.¡± ¡°Was she eight out of nine or age nine?¡± Elloren asked. Squinting at her, she laughed. ¡°It is a valid question. Alucard, you know how your speech can be at times. Sometimes you sound and speak exactly the age of your father. Other times you speak and sound current.¡± ¡°Moving on. Godric also¡­¡± ¡°Right, before we get into Godric. I know how I can be about pretty boys. But in all seriousness Alucard do you trust him?¡± Elloren asked sitting up and jumping down from the tabletop. Her head missing the overhead pendant light by one inch. Whenever Elloren is about to say something uncomfortable to herself possibly offensive to me. She always comes close to me. Sitting on the edge of the beanbag chair. She starred off into the rows of infinite books sitting on silver and black shelves. ¡°I know you like him. But he is The God of Destruction/ The Conqueror. Depending on who you ask. Is he safe Alucard?¡± Collecting enough air to create a deep sigh, accidentally inhaling Elloren¡¯s scent. She smelled of her childhood home. That¡¯s why she did not wish to speak about training. She must have spent some time submerged into that house. ¡°Safe? Non. Despite that, I do like him Elloren. Recall what Clarissa stated about vampires not caring about the amount of time they waste on anything.¡± Nodding her head in response she waited for me to finish. ¡°That¡¯s how I sometimes feel in his presence. I could use all the time I have on him and not feel as if one second of it was wasted.¡± ¡°If you trust him Alucard, then I will do the same. Just try not to forget he is a God for a reason and that reason is in his name depending on who you ask. Sitting up on my elbows I asked, ¡°Are you saying he could be attempting to conquer me?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Falling back down. Elloren could have a point. My mother said something similar during The Hunter Games. ¡°There is a reason he takes centuries to reappear.¡± That¡¯s not what he feels like to me though. ¡°Noted Elloren. I will take this into deep consideration. Now listen. Godric entered this conversation because in Ires¡¯s story Mr. Bluestone¡¯s father was there. According to Ires¡¯s mother Mr. Bluestone was in love with Ires. What exactly he did to her during their time together is unknown. Ires never remembered. It was all a part of the spells they casted on her to keep her memories altered and forgotten.¡± ¡°Like the spell here.¡± Elloren said, facing me. Her green eyes glowing underneath the low light of the library. Nodding my head I said, ¡°Last night Godric advised me that The Holy Trinities have been active for a while. Starting with the Bluestones. More disturbingly Godric posed a question. ¡®Have you asked yourself yet, how The Holy Trinities possessed the Magician?¡¯ ¡°By Clarissa¡¯s mother.¡± Elloren answered. ¡°Oui, by her mother.¡± Waiting I want to see if Elloren would catch on. If Clarissa¡¯s father supposedly murdered her mother. How would The Holy Trinities have taken over Mr. Cravemount¡¯s body. The parasite dies with the host. ¡°Recall what the cloned Clarissa said Elloren. Her father killed her mother to prevent a full possession.¡± ¡°I remember. I remember Clarissa also stating The Holy Trinities contacting her. She, I mean the real Clarissa is a Medium. She is the only way the dead can walk freely again. I pull their souls from Mr. Cravemount¡¯s body. One of them enters Clarissa. The others someone else with medium powers.¡± ¡°Wait what? Is that what is supposed to happen?¡± I asked sitting back up. Elloren glared at me over her sweatered shoulder.You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story. ¡°Yes Alucard. Do you not pay attention in class?¡± ¡°Class about Necromancers? Non, that is why we are friends. You can tell me everything that is relevant when the times comes for the information to be relevant.¡± Clicking her tongue, Elloren thumped the side of my stomach. ¡°Yes, that¡¯s why mediums are pointless. They are entries for the dead. That¡¯s why I was upset about them contacting her. Once they make solid contact, i.e. A medium waking up in a dream. A connection has been made. A strong one. ¡°Relevance of information noted. If Mr. Cravemount murdered his wife. How could his wife and her sisters take over his body.¡± I asked running my hands through my curls. I am taking a risk. Godric warned me that I shouldn¡¯t say anything about the curse if I am not prepared to break it. However, he did not say anything regarding helping Elloren recall information. Hearing Elloren open her mouth. I waited on the words. However, nothing followed. Silence. Rearranging us. I placed Elloren fully on the bean bag chair and me on my knees in front of her. I could see her searching for information she should know. Godric was correct. Elloren is under a curse. A powerful one. ¡°I feel like I should know this. I feel like I do know this. So why don¡¯t I know this, Alucard?¡± Elloren¡¯s green eyes bore into my red ones. Tears and realization mixing on the surface of green irises. Her voice three octaves higher. I could see her disappearing into herself. How, how do I stop this from happening. I shouldn¡¯t have said anything. Wanting to say, ¡°We will cure this.¡± ¡°You have been cursed Elloren.¡± Slipped out instead. Before I could say anything more. I felt him. Looking over my shoulder, Godric appeared. The Crypt Keeper by his side baring a frown on her ethereal face. Inside the library she shrunk herself to a reasonable size. A little smaller than Godric. She lacks trust in him. The Crypt Keeper directly escorts beings she lacks trust in but held no reason to withhold the library from them. ¡°Good evening.¡± Godric said taking a bow. His long ash braid swinging over his shoulder in a graceful manner only he can accomplish. ¡°Good evening, Conqueror.¡± Elloren replied from politeness not consciousness. I could feel her hot tears dripping on my hand. She is there at least. Please let those be tears of not knowing not tears of harm. ¡°Crypt Keeper are there any books on breaking curses used with The Angel of Death magic or essence. Whatever one wishes to call it?¡± I asked. She only stared at me. Her black robe floating in the infinities of directions this library could lead one to. In her black marble eyes, there was only my reflection, nothing else. Nothing else just me.. just me.. fuck¡­ just me? I am the answer. Pointing to myself. I said, ¡°I have never written a book.¡± ¡°I believe she is answering the correct question you should have asked St. Vincent.¡± Godric said. Unwrapping his black scarf from around his neck. Fully standing in front of Elloren and ignoring Godric I asked The Crypt Keeper. ¡°I am the cure?¡± She did not move nor did the image in her eyes alter. Great. I¡¯m a fucking spell and a curse breaker. ¡°St. Vincent do you mind bringing your friend and yourself outside the confines of this library? The Crypt Keeper does not wish to have my presence in her home for more time than she deems acceptable. I am afraid we are reaching that limit. Just above his head floated a black candle. Black candles limit a person¡¯s time inside the general area of The Graveyard Library. Crossing my arms and smiling I asked, ¡°Why doesn¡¯t she care for you?¡± Glaring at me with melted silver eyes. I remembered that¡¯s how Ires described The Angel of Death eyes. Silver you could swim in. No longer caring why The Crypt Keeper does not care for him. A more important question surfaced. Could he not be what he says he is? Could he have fooled everyone. Including me. What if he is not Godric Victorian The Conqueror but The Angel of Death. Taking one step back. I tapped Elloren on her shoulder. ¡°Elloren stand please. We need to go.¡± No matter where I went, he could track me. He could track me because his sister taught him how. What if that was not the case. Lie about somethings but never about everything. My mother taught me that. What if that¡¯s what Godric is doing? Tell the truth about Mr. Bluestone and The Holy Trinities but lie about having a sister or at least learning to track a vampire from her. The Angel of Death can most likely track whatever she or he wants. On autopilot Elloren stood. Taking her hand in mine. I escorted us out of The Graveyard Library. Two seconds later. Elloren¡¯s head hit her pillow. Her eyes unblinking her breath steady. She appears to be dreaming with her eyes open. I need to go. In eight seconds, Godric will be here. ¡°Elloren you are home in your campus room in your bed. I must go. I will return with the answer to fix you.¡± I said whispering into her ear. Another two seconds, I arrived at the conversation pit in the student lounge. I have a total of sixteen seconds before Godric arrives. Pulling out my phone I dialed my father¡¯s number. No answer, fuck. I dialed my mother¡¯s number. No answer. Using ¡°Devil¡¯s Search¡± I located my father walking into a home he is welcomed to. Wherever he is, its hot. I can feel its heat on my skin. Blinking myself back. Three seconds until Godric arrives. This time he is going to tell me everything about where he comes from. Just then my phone buzzed. One of parents must be texting me back instead of calling. Instead, the text read. 9:30pm Vampire. Shit, Clarissa. Wait she will know how to break the curse. I wanted to play my hand better, but I am running out of time. I have no knowledge of what is happening inside of Elloren. Is she in pain, fighting for her life, trapped in hell. How long does she have. Before I could take off to Clarissa¡¯s room. Godric grabbed my wrist. ¡°Why are you running from me St. Vincent.¡± Pulling wrist away I replied, ¡°Are you The Angel of Death Godric or whoever you maybe?¡± Taking a few steps away from Godric, he followed. Not allowing any space between us. I could feel the frustration vibrating on his skin. ¡°You know so much about The Angel of Death. You knew about Mr. Bluestone. You knew about the mass memory curse. You know about Elloren¡¯s curse. You know too much about these things. I would be an idiot to trust that you are not somehow connected to all of this.¡± Taking a step back. I needed clear air to breath. Every breath I took was filled with Godric. Instead of allowing me that. He took another step forward. ¡°Stop. Obviously, I need to breath.¡± ¡°You are a vampire the last thing you will ever need is to breath. Try again St. Vincent.¡± ¡°Okay, I require clear air. Inhaling you is counterproductive to that.¡± ¡°Again, St. Vincent you do not require air. Stop breathing. I am not allowing you to run away again. Eight seconds is too long to catch up to you. Now why are you running from me?¡± Standing on the ceiling I glanced down at Godric, him up at me. Titling his head a little to the left smirking a little. He said, ¡°Clever trick.¡± From this viewpoint. Godric appeared almost human standing there in brown slacks, a white button up and a brown wool trench coat. I could see his pulse beating underneath his skin. A pulse I want to sink my teeth into. A pulse I want to sink my soul into. Please do not be The Angel of Death Godric. Please just be who you say you are. Biting my bottom lip to keep from biting Godric. He noticed. ¡°Are you hungry St. Vincent? How often must you feed?¡± ¡°I am fine. Stop asking me questions and answer mines. Are you The Angel of Death?¡± Taking a deep breath Godric moved to sit on the red circle couch inside the conversation pit. Removing his coat and laying it next to him. He spoke. ¡°Come here.¡± This time how he said it was not a request. It is a command. I know because I have given Ethan many orders in that tone. That low stern tone. Not an ounce of his natural indifference could be heard. He is serious. Does he truly believe he can command me? Without thinking about moving, my body did so naturally. Confused as to how I am sitting next to him and not standing on the ceiling I moved to correct my position. Sensing this, Godric answered. ¡°No, St. Vincent I am not. I am who I appear to be. I am not in any form trying to trick you. Although I wish you will allow me to capture you sooner rather than later.¡± ¡°How the fuck did I get down here Godric? Is this one of your powers?¡± ¡°Are you that unaware of how you feel about me St. Vincent? Of how your body reacts to me?¡± Facing him. I could only stare and wait for him to translate what he is saying in French. Somehow all the English I thought I knew no longer sounded the same. ¡°My powers do not include teleportation of another person. You came because I commanded it of you. Surly you know a command when you hear one.¡± ¡°Why am I following your commands, Godric. I would never choose to do that.¡± Over Godric¡¯s shoulder I could see someone walk in. The brown-haired boy took one look at Godric, and I turned on his heels and left. Behind me I could hear the fire crackling in the stone fireplace. Letting everyone know it is alive an well. ¡°My turn. Why are you running from me?¡± ¡°I..I..¡± Why am I running from him. I spent an entire night with him in my bed. Nothing he has ever said I can prove to be false. He has not harmed me or hurt me in anyway. Not once have I felt unsafe with him. What am I doing? Folding my legs underneath me I answered. ¡°I ran because of panic. The Angel of Death. She has eyes like yours. A river of silver. I read story about her. Silver eyes are not common anywhere. Naturally I assumed you must be the same person. Elloren is... unconsciously conscious at the moment. I just..¡± ¡°You are overwhelmed. You are confused. You are hungry. You are scared. It is fine to collapse into me St. Vincent. I will not hold it against you.¡± ¡°I do not want to collapse I want to be done with this.¡± I said almost screaming. My voice echoing off the stone walls colliding into each other. One day Elloren will teach me how to master screaming in a whisper. ¡°I am not used to begin the answer and not knowing how to insert myself Godric. This is surreal to me.¡± ¡°This is fear St. Vincent. Fear in a context that a vampire can understand. Cause confusion play with the blind spots in your vision. Flooding information, layers of traps to confuse your mind. The Holy Trinities have spent a decade planning this. Do not feel discouraged in your attempts to aid your friend.¡± ¡°How do you know so much regarding The Angel of Death? Godric?¡± I will not let him escape this question. If he wants me to collapse, I need to know who I am falling into. ¡°Compromise St. Vincent?¡± The question did not leave Godric¡¯s lips as a question. It feels like a truce. Staring me in my eyes, I could see him asking me to accept. I can feel him pulling me to him. ¡°Compromise.¡± I sighed out, nodding my head. He is right I am exhausted and hungry. I want to end my doubt about him tonight. Either I trust him, or I don¡¯t. Placing his hand on the base of my neck, Godric began his truce. ¡°I want you to fade into me when this is over. Become mines. I have never felt the inclinations to offer any portion of myself to anyone besides one person. I want to own you until time stops for me. If you feel anything for me that resembles that. Acknowledge it to me now. In return I will tell you how my knowledge of The Angel of Death came to be vast.¡± If my heart existed, it would have stopped. While Godric spoke, I drowned. I want him. I know that Elloren knows that, and I¡¯m sure Ethan will figure it out to. Godric knows it to. However, its not enough for him to know it. He wants to hear it. Something he wants to hear in exchange for something I want to hear. Blinking at him, Godric remained stoic. Remained perfect, while I continue drowning in him. Moving my eyes from his to his lips to his jawline to his freckles. I began to count and think. It¡¯s okay to drown Alucard. If you are going to drown in anyone, shouldn¡¯t it be the best the universe has to offer? Besides I do not require air. Moving closer to Godric, placing myself in his lap. My thighs on the outside of his. Godric¡¯s hands locating the center of my back. He did not push me into a kiss. Instead, he slid his hands along the length of my back, heating up my spine. I could feel every muscle weakening underneath the warmth of his hands. Leaning close to his ear, I whispered my soul into it. ¡°There is no one that has ever walked this universe more beautiful than you Godric. I knew that the first night you came into my orbit. If we were human, I am sure this would sound romantic but it¡¯s not. I want to drink from you. Pour my blood into you to tie you closer to me. I want to know what it¡¯s like to have nothing in between us. I can fade into you, but only if you surrender back Godric. I have decades to waste on these emotions of mines. Decades to explore the depths of yours. Are you willing to allow me to turn you if a few decades are not enough? Would you give up being a God?¡± Leaning back Godric replied, ¡°I have eons St. Vincent.¡± Pushing my curls from my face. Godric kissed my forehead. With his eyes locked on mines and my confession in his ear. I leaned my forehead into his. Taking a deep sigh, Godric answered my question. ¡°The Angel of Death is my sister.¡± Candy Before I could question Godric about his sister, my phone buzzed. A reminder alert that I need to be at Clarissa¡¯s. Standing in front of her door, I waited for her to answer. I could hear her moving around inside. Annoyance growing with every step she took towards the door. ¡°I¡¯m not inviting you in.¡± Clarissa announced from the other side of the closed door. ¡°Are you planning on speaking through the door?¡± ¡°I am going to open it, but you are not welcomed inside.¡± ¡°Understood Clarissa.¡± Unlocking the door, Clarissa blue eyes met mines. Her deep purple crochet dress revealing too much skin for the winter outside. Opening the door two inches more. Clarissa stood in the door frame. Her red hair pulled into a complicated knot at the base of her neck. She appeared much older than her actual age. Pushing her green brim glasses up the bridge of her nose. She stood up straight. The warm aroma of healing tea and honey encompassing her body. ¡°First thing, I lied to the necromancer and yourself. I am not fully Clarissa Cravemount. At least not in the way you know me to be. I am sure you have figured it out by now. However, I am not your enemy either. The necromancer can go to hell for all I care, no offense.¡± ¡°Offense taken.¡± ¡°Fair enough. You seem attached to her.¡± ¡°I am offended on behalf of hell, not Elloren.¡± Perching her lips, she said, ¡°Weird, but okay. Like I was saying. I am Clarissa just a version of her that exist only inside her dreams.¡± I do not have the patience for this. Pushing Clarissa inside her room. I held her by the throat. With her pulse beating in my hand, I sunk my teeth into her neck. Drinking her in. As her blood pooled into my mouth, Clarissa screamed. Her fist connecting with my body, however not creating any damage upon impact. Three hits later, her screams are now moans. Pushing her against the wall as she attempted to tie her long legs around me. I can smell her arousal. This is stage two of draining a human, arousal. If I wanted her arousal, I would allow her to linger here. Suspended in the state of anticipated pleasure. However, her arousal is not satisfying to my senses. Taking another deep drink for her neck. Her blood gliding down my throat. I regret not hunting during The Hunter Games. Clarissa started to slouch. If I do not stop now, she will die. Pulling myself back from her. Clarissa slid down the green stone wall. Her crochet dress pooling beneath her. It would take at least three minutes for her senses to return to her blue eyes. In the meantime, I need to check in with Godric. After I left to come here, he went to Elloren¡¯s. Pulling out my phone and dialing his number he answered first ring. ¡°I am honored that you remembered.¡± Remember what? What is he talking about. Sitting on the white marbled countertop, I glanced at Clarissa. Her breathing still heavy, her body still coming down off the high of my bite and the slight touch of exsanguination. ¡°Remembered what? How is Elloren?¡± ¡°You asked of you could call me Monday night, I replied yes. You called. I am honored.¡± Removing the phone from my ear I muffled my laugh. I cannot muffle my smile though. He remembers everything. ¡°I can hear you smiling, St. Vincent. To answer your second question, Elloren is fine. I doubt she is in any pain. The curse is on the course of rewriting or erasing the conversation. I have witnessed my sister do this before. Elloren will return to you within the hour.¡± Sighing and thanking Godric and hung up the phone. Now I can focus all my attentions on Clarissa. Looking around her studio, plants hung everywhere. Lavender leaves, orange leaves, red, leaves, yellow leaves, and grey leaves, all mixed together in the garden oasis of Clarissa¡¯s school home. Behind me a teakettle started to blow a loud whistle as steam escaped the small opening at the top. This placed reminded me of a place a once read about. Something about humans who garden. ¡°Can you get that? It is giving me a headache.¡± ¡°That would be from the blood lost. First comes euphoria then comes the consequences.¡± Using my telekinetic powers, I removed the teakettle from the heat of the stove. Slowly dragging herself to sit steady against the wall. Clarissa coughed causing more blood release through the two bite wounds in her neck. Placing her hand over them she asked, ¡°Can you do something about these fucking holes? I am going to bleed out.¡± ¡°Non, your blood will clot soon. You will not die from blood lost today.¡± Coughing out the words, ¡°Great. Now how the fuck did you trick me into letting you inside?¡±Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. Looking over at the oasis of plants whose only separation from each other came from a white couch. I answered. ¡°I am not the sort of vampire that requires an invitation.¡± ¡°Is that Royalist thing?¡± ¡°Non, it¡¯s a me thing.¡± ¡°Why bite me?¡± ¡°You are a menteuse.¡± ¡°For fucks sake Alucard I do not speak French. If you are going to insult me. At least be brave enough to do it in English.¡± Dragging my eyes back to Clarissa¡¯s face. The fire is back. Her skin pale and covered in sweat but she is lucid again. ¡°How did you get into this school Clarissa. Before you speak, know that I am fully capable of ending your life.¡± Laughing Clarissa sat up a little more. ¡°I am a medium Alucard. You think death scares me? I have seen the other sides.¡± Opening her eyes from her last blink. My face was all she could see. Jerking back, her head would have hit the stone wall if I allowed it to. Clarissa¡¯s heartbeat did not speed up. Despite me being so close to her. She does not fear me. Good. Instilling the fear is always better. The blood from my bite wounds on her neck flooding my senses. My fangs slowly grew. ¡°Tell me then Clarissa, have you experienced your true hell?¡± I asked, licking the dried blood from her wounds. Clarissa shivering in response to my wet tongue, shook her head no. ¡°What are you doing Alucard?¡± Her question thick with arousal. ¡°Playing with her food.¡± Elloren answered from the doorway. Rolling her eyes she and Godric walked inside. Elloren taking my old seat on top of the countertop and Godric opting to sit in the wooden chair next to the window. Coming to my full height and giving Elloren a once over. She appeared to be fine. ¡°I am not playing.¡± ¡°Then you are seducing?¡± Godric asked with amusement behind every word. ¡°Non.¡¯¡¯ ¡°Trying to kill me.¡± Clarissa advised from the floor behind me. ¡°Okay, then proceed.¡± Elloren said smiling. ¡°If everyone would just shut the hell up, I can explain what I am. No need to attack me any further Alucard. What I am about to say is the truth.¡± Clarissa stated, attempting to drag herself to her feet. Giving up mid-way she collapsed back onto the concrete floor. It will take a minimum of four days before her body replenishes the blood I drained. ¡°You drank from a medium Alucard? Ew.¡± Elloren said, pulling her heavy cardigan across her body. ¡°You find them repulsive not me. Besides her blood taste like sugar.¡± ¡°I am a dream version of Clarissa. Not a copy or a clone. I am not here to cause any harm to anyone. Clarissa doesn¡¯t remember summoning me.¡± ¡°Fascinating.¡± Godric said from my old position in front of Clarissa. Moving her head from side to side. He examined her. Touching her lips, her arms, her legs, and placing his ear to the center of her chest. ¡°Your heartbeat is out of sync.¡± ¡°My heartbeat is in tune with the world from which I come. Now please remove your cranium from my chest. Stranger.¡± ¡°Wait hold up.¡± Elloren responded. Pushing me to the side with her hand. ¡°You mean, that¡¯s your power? Or Clarissa¡¯s power? She.. you.. can really do that?¡± ¡°Necromancer how dense can you be? Clearly, I can.¡± I honestly need to pay more attention in school. What the fuck is going on? ¡°So that story you said earlier is false?¡± Elloren asked. ¡°My story is valid. My reason for telling you was not. I am not in any danger. I wanted to see just how bad the curse is.¡± Standing to his full height. Godric seemed to foresee where Clarissa is headed. Quickly glancing at me, he shook his head. Elloren just came back. I cannot risk her disappearing like that again. ¡°Why is the real Clarissa bonded and imprisoned in my home?¡± I asked. Trying to derail her thoughts without derailing the topic. ¡°Kholie.¡± ¡°Who is that?¡± Elloren and I asked in unison. ¡°A mute witch.¡± ¡°The mute witch from our home?¡± Elloren asked, looking at me for confirmation instead of the person giving the information. ¡°She is a mute yes. Alucard, can you do anything about these bite marks? They sting like hell and it''s rather difficult to not think about them, not pass out and reveal my intentions all from this ridiculous concrete floor. Who the fuck idea was this anyway. Concrete floors in a fucking school.¡± Leaning against the kitchen countertop, I asked Elloren. ¡°When you left the room to locate the mute witch. No one told you, her name?¡± ¡°No. They did not know her name.¡± Picking Clarissa up from the floor. Godric carried her to the couch. She will lose consciousness soon. ¡°My name is Godric Victorian. Why are you here Clarissa¡¯s shadow self.¡± ¡°What is a shadow self?¡± I asked to anyone who can answer. ¡°It is a power only a few mediums possess. Most people can only dream or be delusional about who they are or who they want to be. Not me, I have the power to recreate and bring to life any version myself. I am who Clarissa thinks she will be in a few years.¡± Clarissa stated as she laid down on the couch. Placing a pillow under her head, Godric replied. ¡°I follow. This power of Clarissa¡¯s is not yet controllable. She brought you here to keep herself safe.¡± ¡°She brought me here for me to die. No need to politeing it up. She does not remember that part though. She only remembers what happened to her prior to my arrival. She thinks I am her clone. Her plan is to have one of The Holy Trinities enter me. Then Clarissa, the one you know. Will kill me.¡± ¡°What a stupid plan. Is she not aware of her own limitations?¡± Elloren asked. ¡°She did not see her memory lost as being one of those limitations. The dead usually fill in any gaps. However, since Kholie brought her to The Counts Manor. The dead have limitations. ¡°Okay, so who is Kholie?¡± Elloren asked, throwing her hands into the air. ¡°I am not sure. I only remember what she looks like. Blue eyes, blonde hair, looks to be about fourteen.¡± For few moments my body froze as my mind raced to pull up the image of the fourteen-year-old from Elloren¡¯s mother¡¯s home. Blond hair, blue eyes, a complete psychopath. Fuck. Ice began to pour outside before I moved again. This did not go unnoticed by Godric or Elloren. By the time I was ready to speak again, Clarissa was unconscious. ¡°You went somewhere Alucard. You only go motionless like that when you go somewhere in your mind. Where did you go?¡± I was certain that Alexandera and the little psychopathic bitch were the same person. How could they not be? Ignoring Elloren¡¯s question and using ¡°Devil¡¯s Search¡± I located the mute witch from my home. And there she was in true form. No longer a raven-haired mute to me, but a blonde psychopath. Sitting down on a chair I recognized from my mother¡¯s room. She manifested a grimoire. I could not read the name of the witch whose grimoire it was. However, I can recognize the steal of magic around it. Black flames that smelled of burnt sugar. Blinking back to the present in front of me. I glanced over at Clarissa or shadow Clarissa. Without hesitation. I lifted her off the couch using my telekinesis and snapped her neck. The Shadow Clarissa¡¯s body instantly becoming consumed by black flames. That should break the spell placed on the real Clarissa. ¡°What the actual fuck Alucard.¡± Elloren said jumping down from the countertop. Her heeled boots clicking against the concrete floors. Glancing over at Godric. His only response was to raise an eyebrow from curiosity, not concern. ¡°I will explain. But first, I need my coff¡­¡± The world went black and all I could feel were the flames of a black hell burning through the parts of my soul rendering my human capabilities. The Latter "I exist only in your orbit" ~Pens&Keys With memories flooding my otherwise silent mind and the scent of a thousand years¡¯ worth of bloodshed flooding my senses. I opened my eyes, darkness greeting me. Inside my coffin, the outside world could did not exist. I could not sense it, hear it, or touch it with any part of my powers. Doing a full scan my body. Physically I feel fine. Mentally, not so much. The burnt sugar taste in my mouth reminding me that I was poisoned. Kholie¡¯s image slid into my mind. Could she really be the one behind all this? Can Khloie and Alexandera be related? More importantly what about Abegail. Just who is she? And why couldn¡¯t I see past her layer of deceit? Did Abegail acquire the soul of a student that attended Academy West? One would think such a thing would be banned. However, its not. No using powers on the second floors grounds, however murder on the second-floor grounds is completely fine. Running my fingers through my hair, loosen the smell of burnt sugar. I need to shower and figure out how all the pieces fit into each other. I doubt all these absurd people are acting alone. Kholie and Alexandera most likely are acting with the intentions of Elloren¡¯s mother. The Holy Trinities are using the Bluestones to connect more with Elloren. Although Gabriel must be a pawn himself. I doubt he could be as charismatic and careless as he is with knowledge of his father¡¯s pedophile intentions. Holy Shit¡­ ¡°It would take me years of spell layer removal to understand the depravity that conquered my parents. And many more years to call that depravity by its name.¡± Pushing my coffin open and sitting up. The written words of Ires circling in my mind, I stood up. Stepping out of the coffin, it closed all on its own. Able to recognize that its job is complete. The spell over my coffin reset itself moving the coffin from the center of the room to its resting corner. Folding my legs underneath me and sitting in the center of the royal purple Persian rug. Before I could become lost in my thoughts another more terrifying presence let itself be known. Frozen by the fear of a mother¡¯s silent rage. I did not move, the silk lining the stone walls did not move, the servants above ground did not move. My eyes made no attempt to locate her. The entrance is where she stood, taming her rage. A rage that would eat any source of light, any source of a brighter side of things. When my mother achieved this level of anger all I can do is play ¡°I¡¯m the only daughter you will ever have card.¡± ¡°Alucard.¡± My name exiting my mother¡¯s lips with grace leading and rage following. Standing, I bowed towards her. Rising from my bow, my mother stood two inches away from me. I can smell the black flames burning beneath her mahogany skin. I want to explain. The cloned or shadow Clarissa needed to die. The raven-haired mute witch is a blonde. Maybe a witch? Who quite possibly poisoned the entire school with the help of Mr. Cravemount. Who by the way is not a victim at all. He lied to his daughter, the real one that¡¯s caged upstairs. Mr. Bluestone¡¯s father has literaturly been described as ¡°Depravity.¡± There is a fairy at our school deceiving everyone. Did you know, The Angel of Death and Godric are sister and brother. I am unable to figure out who Alexandera is. However, I am sure she is related to Elloren¡¯s mother somehow. Instead of saying any of that, I stood head bowed to my mother. The bottom of her black lace dress spiraling out from her feet, resembling a rippling effect. Her rage influencing the material around her. ¡°Stand by your decisions Alucard. Raise your head.¡± ¡°I stand by my decisions. I do not stand by your anger though it is warranted.¡± ¡°You could have ended.¡± ¡°My apologies.¡± Whenever anger coats my mother¡¯s French. She reminds me of my father, long before he became reasonable. ¡°I will not ask again.¡± Raising my head, my eyes met my mother¡¯s, black flames burning in in them. Her eyes did a swift one over of me leaving behind the sting of her black flames. ¡°May I speak mother?¡± ¡°No, you may never speak again Alucard. Let¡¯s go. You need to feed. Your eyes are hardly Crimson any longer. Turning to leave, she did not take into consideration my weaken state at all. Before I reached the middle ground of the cellar stairs, my mother was speaking to someone in the main entertainment room. Making it to the tops of the stairs, my vision blurred, and my body felt too heavy to carry. I know this not to be true. Physically I am fine, mentally I am not. That poison must have been especially created for vampires. I have felt my mother¡¯s black flames before. Once when sanity lost its way inside my mind. She paralyzed me. Drinking them in is a different level of torture. Finally making my way to the entertainment room. My mother sat in a chair she most likely had imported from some other room in the house. I can smell it¡¯s out of placeness. Sitting on red velvet sofa, I attempted to will myself better. ¡°Inutile, Alucard. You ingested poisoned black flames. This will take you days if not weeks to fully recover. Imprudente.¡± Useless and reckless. My mother is indeed pissed. However, she is granting some sort of mercy upon me. I am still standing. Leaning back on the chair, looking above. The colors from my mother¡¯s turning, dancing together causing more confusion. Leaning back up, I feel like I am going to discard my insides. I felt fine in my coffin. Maybe I emerged too soon. Why did I emerge? Trying to remember why I came out hurt worse than climbing the cellar stairs. ¡°You will feel better after you feed, Alucard.¡± ¡°Where is Ethan? I can not sense him. I am too weak to distinguish if that¡¯s¡¯ because he is not here, or my powers are limited.¡± ¡°Both things are true.¡± ¡°Papa?¡± ¡°Out of reach. He left to collect more knowledge about his birth.¡± ¡°To see if he can kill the very entities that gave him life?¡±This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. ¡°Oui.¡± Feeding from my mother is not an option. Black flames infused with her blood making her deadly to all vampires accept one. My father. ¡°Feed from me.¡± Godric, he is here. Looking towards the entrance of the entertainment room, the motion sickness from earlier no longer a factor. With his ash blonde braid hanging off his right shoulder and his left shoulder leaning against the black steel door frame. He appeared to be right at home. Crossing one booted ankle over the other. I can tell his is waiting for a response. A response to what though. ¡°Feed from me came across as a command not a question.¡± We would need to speak about that later, if he meant his emotions for me. My mother did not shift her body, instead she shifted her energy. The rage, reforming itself. ¡°I will cancel the virgin. When you are finished Alucard, I want to know everything that lead to your decision to end a creation.¡± Translation, you will tell me why Godric is offering his blood to you. You will explain your actions to become violent on school grounds. What her words did not translate to, were I care about why you killed her, or it. With my mother¡¯s exit. The density of the atmosphere changed. I missed it. Without it, it feels as if I am going to collapse. ¡°Orbit around me. That is an incredible power your mother possess.¡± ¡°What are you speaking of? I asked Godric as he slid me to the other side of the couch. ¡°The ability to carry your pain. She influenced the poison in your body to help you feel okay. That energy needed a place to rest, she carried it.¡± Laughing to myself I asked, ¡°She could have carried it all if she wanted to, correct?¡± ¡°Yes, I believe she was torturing you by letting the amount you felt remain. Now that she is no longer in your orbit, the energy is transferring back.¡± That sounds like something my mother would do. Leaning my head on Godric shoulder¡¯s. He asked. ¡°Here?¡± ¡°No, my mother only left so she could do what she stated. She will return. You see that chair she was sitting in?¡± Glancing in the general direction of the chair Godric, nodded his head. ¡°If she did not plan to return, that chair would have left when she did.¡± ¡°She can communicate with her servants telepathically?¡± ¡°Non. Vinence my mother¡¯s personal servant would have received a call. There is a telephone four paces from the golden harp.¡± ¡°Do you play?¡± ¡°Non, Elloren does.¡± Lifting my head off Godric¡¯s shoulder. I attempted to feel if Elloren is inside the house somewhere. Nothing. Too weak to use ¡°Devil¡¯s Search¡±, I reached for my phone. No pockets. Someone dressed me in a long red silk nightgown with a lace collar and puffed sleeve. ¡°May I use your phone?¡± Coming to a stand. Godric outstretched his hand to me. Looking from his hand to his eyes, back to his hand. I waited for his phone to appear. ¡°St. Vincent you need to feed before you are in any condition to worry if Elloren is okay.¡± ¡°Is she okay Godric?¡± I asked. ¡°She decided to seek her own answers in the forbidden place.¡± Coming to my feet, I pushed passed Godric. Not making it out the room before collapsing. Godric scooped me off the floor. ¡°You do not understand Godric. Her mother will not pass up this opportunity to keep her.¡± ¡°I understand. Elloren explained what she could to me during the four days you spent unconscious.¡± ¡°Four days. Have you seen her since then?¡± ¡°Non. That does not mean she is not fine. I know she is okay. Now where do you normally feed?¡± Walking us out the entertainment room, Godric began to ascend the stairs. The servant¡¯s eyes wide with curiosity. However, not so much as a whisper left their obedient lips. Walking past the room where Clarissa was caged. The medal door was open. The room inside filled with furniture. ¡°Did that happen while I was unconscious?¡± I asked Godric, pointing towards the now livable room. ¡°Yes.¡± Continuing to walk in the correct direction of my room. I wondered if he has been in there before. Knowing Elloren she most likely told him to rest in there. Letting my head fall against Godric¡¯ chest, his heat sinking into me. Underneath his white wool sweater his heartbeat moved too quickly to be human. Too alive to be any variation of my kind. This is the speed of a God. I can get use to this. Opening the door to my room and sitting me down on the bed. Godric began removing his shoes. Black Duke Chelsea boots. ¡°I normally do not feed in my room.¡± I said, scooting myself to the center of my bed. ¡°I normally am not the meal.¡± Godric responded, placing his shoes next to the door. The curtains were not drawn, and the moon was high. Lighting everything in its view. Including Godric, reminding me of when I first met it him on top of Pink Matter. The moon light still favoring him. ¡°You are saying you deserve different treatment?¡± Raising his eyebrow at me. Walking towards the bookshelf, he gracefully took a seat on my green velvet couch. Any color is his color. Impossibility. Is the perfect word for him. Godric, God of the moon, son of the sun. ¡°Come to me St. Vincent.¡± There it is again a command. One I feel like following. But first I need to know how he knows Elloren is okay. I want to enjoy my feast. ¡°Do you know how feedings work Godric?¡± I asked, remaining centered on my bed. ¡°You similar to how to feed from The Shadow Clarissa.¡± Titling my head to the side and folding my fingers underneath my chin. I replied, ¡°Non. That was an attack. Not a feeding. Feedings are more primal.¡± Leaning his elbows on his knees, Godric¡¯s entire face transformed between the transition of shadow to moonlight. ¡°Are we both expected to be primal?¡± Godric¡¯s face held no sign of the boy that carried me into my room. No sign of reason, no sign of submission. The energy around him froze, his heartbeat that was the background noise to our conversation froze. Two slits on either side of his mouth extending it, made Godric appear to be grinning. Worst of all, his liquid frosted silver eyes resembled frozen mercury now. Lifting me off the bed with his own telekinetic powers, or maybe it was my own powers lifting me. At this point I do not know. Landing in his lap, Godric¡¯s face up close in more moonlight reflected like marble. ¡°Is this the face of Godric, The Conqueror?¡± Kissing my shoulder blade through the lace of my dress. Godric breathed out ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Is this the face Ethan saw The night of The Hunting Games?¡± A small chuckle escaped Godric¡¯s lips crashing into my skin. ¡°Non, I do not desire Ethan. I beat him to keep him from running away to aide you in your time of not need. My emotions are true St. Vincent. Therefore, I do not wish to have any part of myself in the dark. If you are growing to love me. We can start here. I offered to let you feed from me because I want to know your pain and I want to give you the opportunity to experience mines.¡± Pushing my fingers into Godric¡¯s scalp. I pulled his head back. Rising to my tiptoes on the couch. I fought through the wave of nausea that followed. Focusing my eyes on Godric¡¯s, I asked. ¡°How do you know that Elloren is okay? You cannot seduce me into forgetting you never answered my question.¡± Lowering his eyes to focus on my lips. Godric licked his own. Beautiful full lips. ¡°Seduce you?¡± Moving through my dulled senses, Godric flipped our positions. Now sitting in my lap. Godric removed his sweater. Inhaling deeply, my eyes traveling along the length of his body. Noone has ever looked as desirable to my senses as Godrics. Long. Lean. Elegant. Stoic. Marbled flesh. I want to kiss it everywhere clothes did not touch. Placing my hand in the center of his chest. It feels as if the heat alone his body is generating, can burn the position coursing through my body. ¡°Beau.¡± I said exhaling. ¡°I understand you well enough to know the answer to your question will impact how you enjoy the pleasures of my body. I am not a seducer St. Vincent. I am The Conqueror.¡± Leaning down Godric kissed me. His tongue taking claim over the back of my throat. With a whimper I kissed him back with everything built up inside of me. My frustrations melting in his mouth. Pulling away. Godric continued. ¡°Tonight collapse into me. Feed from me and reclaim your body. Once you awake, Elloren will be here, I will be here, and your answer will be here.¡± Removing his weight from me. Godric reappeared on my bed. Somehow in between his transition. He removed the remainder of his clothes. Sitting on the edge of my bed, white linen sheets and the reflecting moonlight rays dancing on the tips of the water below, creating his backdrop. Godric leaned back, his arms extending behind him. His finger spread, disturbing his weight. His legs spread displaying every part of his beautiful body. ¡°Earlier, was that you bringing me to you or me bringing me to you?¡± ¡°The latter.¡± Smiling and standing from the couch. I let my fangs fully extend. ¡°You said you do not wish to keep anything about yourself in the dark. Does that invitation extend to me as well?¡± ¡°Always.¡± Before the last syllable left Godric¡¯s mouth. My fangs were bypassing the marbled flesh of his thigh, piercing the inner tissue of his muscle. With a scream befitting of this Unholy hour gracing my ears and blood befitting of a God honoring my mouth. I made my choice. Godric.