CHAPTER FOUR.
YEAR 1850. . .
•T–––M–––V–––P–––L•
A tall bulky man paced around in his Chambers – he was the Master vampire, known as Lord Edgar – he was aggravated, furious and bitter towards his son, Elbert. He couldn't believe that a mere human, a dirty slave was the one controlling his own son, the next Master vampire. It couldn't be heard in town, otherwise it'd serve as a mockery and a stain upon his name.
Just a week ago his older brother based in Wales arrived Svetyland because news of his son entanglement with that dirty slave had gotten to him. He scowled as he remembered the huge sinister smile that graced his brothers face as he spoke of his son and that slave in absolute disgust. That was what made him fall through with the plan of killing Camille, so he sent one of his most trusted and ruthless vampire to annihilate her, only to hear the next day that Elbert had raised her up from death.
And that infuriated him.
Pacing around in his Chambers, Elbert barged in through the doors. Fury was set in his hazel eyes and his face had gone more pale than it used to be.
"Father!" He thundered at his father, surprising him with the magnitude of his voice. "You killed Camille. . ."
"She was never yours to begin with!" His father interrupted his speech, disheartened, at the same time furious with the tone his son had used in speaking to him. "She's just a slave brought from England to America. I fed her from my own pockets."
Elbert said nothing as he glared at his father. In all his years on Earth he had never yelled or exchanged words with his father, nor had he been rude to his father. Even on the day his father had insulted Camille in front of his friends, he didn't react. Instead, he left in annoyance. However, he couldn't bear it anymore so he decided to pour his heart out.
"Father," He said calmly. The glare in his eyes had softened as he stood opposite his father. "You know Camille is my love, I can't continue life without her. Please father let her be, she's part of us now. I turned her, isn't that enough for you to let her be?"
"Son," the bulky man placed a hand on his dear son's shoulder. His voice had toned down a notch. "Why? Why did you bring her back? I tried to take you away from the evil claws of that dirty human, but are you so mad in love that you can't see what she is trying to do to you?"
"But she's part of us now, father. I turned her into a Vam--"
"Just shut it right there, Elbert!" His father moved away from him and moved towards the door. "She can't and will never be a part of us. Don't you get it, Elbert? A turned vampire can never be with an original. Do you want to tarnish the family image and reputation?"
"Father! You and mother can't dictate my life for me. I know that you are my parent and you want the best for me, but it's not your decision to tell me who I can marry."
His father laughed. "Elbert, love has made you soft. I didn't raise you to be a puppet, I raised you to be ruthless. Just like me. Humans are purely food to us. . ."
"Stop it father!" Elbert hated to hear such words from his father's mouth.
If there was anything Lord Edgar hated more than werewolves, it was humans. Though he loved their blood.
Lord Edgar only saw humans as slaves and food for vampires. He saw them as livestock, which were made plainly for vampires hunting sake. Lord Edgar hated humans to his bones and he called them weaklings and a poltroonery, and he also hated the fact that humans were more in population than vampires. And because of that, vampires and other supernatural beings had to keep their existence a secret. Although his son, Elbert, saw things differently, it was all thanks to Camille. And because of Camille, he had a wish. A wish he knew would never come to pass.
"I never raised my voice at my father," Lord Edgar said, his voice holding a storming rage. "But you — Elbert, you raised your voice at me, all because of that filthy slave. That weak human."
Elbert ran his hands through his long blonde hair before releasing a deep sigh. "I'm so sorry for yelling at you, father. Please, I beg of you to let Camille be."
Lord Edgar was about to reply when a beautiful lady sauntered in gently. Her visage was impassive, and she walked towards her husband. She was Lady Elaine, the wife to Lord Edgar and mother to Elbert. She was an original Vampire who was also from England and apart from being a vampire, she was also a witch. In fact, she was the most powerful witch in town.
"I hear voices," she stated, glancing at her son. "What is it?"
"Mother, please let father understand that I love Camille and I can't do without her."
His mother's lips stretched into a smile that didn't look sincere. "My dear Elbert, you know I have never interfered with you and Camille because I used to think she's just your food, but if you really do want to hear my opinion, then. . ."
"What mother? Don't trail off, speak mother, Please." Elbert begged, taking a step towards where his parents stood.
"I am sorry, Elbert, but I'm with your father on this. Humans are merely our food, and you can't be with Camille."
Elbert said nothing as he stared at his mother in disbelief. He at least thought she would understand, but she didn't. He nodded with a frown on his face, made his way to the doorway, opened the door and before he stepped out he stared at his parents one more time and said, "I guess I'll have to run away from home then."
"Then I guess I'll be having your daylight ring." His mother said before he closed the door, leaving her along with his father in the chamber.
To Be Continued. . .
CHAPTER FIVE.(Southern Svetyland) Master vampire house. . .Elizabeth woke up abruptly with a gasp escaping her mouth. Drop of sweat gathered on her forehead as she sat upright on the bed. She had a dream. A terrible dream where she was about to be eaten by monsters. And the monsters in her dream looked exactly like the werewolves she watched in movies, and it felt so real. The pain felt real. Instantly, she looked at her arms for any injury, but none was seen. Her arms were completely okay.Sighing, she facepalmed herself; it was all just a dream, and werewolves weren't real. At least that was what she thought.When she was about to lay back into the bed, her eyes caught her surroundings. She was on a bed, but it wasn't just any bed. It was a canopy bed surrounded with white curtains which made everything on the outside look blurry. She was alerted, the bed she was sitting on wasn't hers.&n
CHAPTER SIX. (Southern Svetyland) Master vampire house. . . Elizabeth was scared. She wasn't familiar with her environment and everyone around her looked really weird, especially the one that had grabbed her by her arms before leaving. "Leave us, Damien," The Master Vampire — Elbert said to his nephew. "I'd like to talk to her." Damien moved away from Elizabeth front, turned to her and gave her a look of assurance before leaving the living room. Which left Elbert and Elizabeth all alone. Elbert sat back on his seat. His eyes couldn't leave Elizabeth and he studied all her movement through his sunshades. How she kept on hugging herself and how she so much resembled his past lover. "Uh, who are you and what am I doing here?" Her voice was really calm and gentle, it also cracked a little. And the Master knew she was scared. &nb
CHAPTER SEVEN. Downtown Svetyland. The werewolves territory. •T–––M–––V–––P–––L• Vampires hated the sun, it wasn't news. All supernatural beings knew that well, on the contrary, Damien loved the sun. It was one thing he loved about the earth. How a big yellow globe was hung in the sky, exuding great heat and warmth to him. Although he couldn't go anywhere without his daylight ring. Damien adjusted the daylight ring on his index finger as he ran his eyes through the place he was. He shut the door to his car, adjusted his suit, and began to move slowly towards the place the Master had told him specifically. The area was quiet, no one was outside and that made Damien glad a little. He wasn't a fan of the werewolves, he hated them for some reasons which were only known to him. As he continued to walk down the road he caught the scent of a werewolf nearby. &nbs
CHAPTER EIGHT. (Southern Svetyland) Master vampire house. . . •T–––M–––V–––P–––L• She wasn't raped; Elizabeth didn't know if she should believe what the stranger at her front had told her. Yet, she found herself contemplating at the thought of Gabriel raping her. She only believed he did because she wasn't wearing any panties, but she couldn't feel any difference in her genitalia. She couldn't feel any sort of penetration, so she knew the possibility of what the stranger was telling her could be true. However as she sat, she wondered how he was sure that she wasn't raped. "I will say this one more time," The master said, snapping Elizabeth out of her thoughts. "You weren't raped, your pants were just taken." Elizabeth coughed awkwardly on listening to what the stranger had said to her. She was flustered that he knew she wasn't wearing any p
CHAPTER NINE.Downtown Svetyland. The werewolves territory. . .•T–––M–––V–––P–––L•Standing at the front of a huge door was Damien as he glanced at his back, sighing in relief when he couldn't see the girl that claimed to have met him before, when he knew she was talking about his brother.Placing a knock on the huge door there was a response from inside the house, and instantaneously, the door fell opened. A bulky man who looked like he was in his late forties stood by the door with a poker face as he stared at Damien. "And what is a zombie doing at my doorstep?" He asked, now adorning a smug smile."I'm here to seek for someone," Damien said, ignoring the mans statement about him being a zombie. "Is there anyone who bears the name Gabriel?""Why do you want to know?" The bulky man asked instantly with a scary frown on his face.Damien rolled his eyes, he was already getting tired of the man's questioning and unappealing visage so he decided to do what the Master had warned him aga
CHAPTER TEN.(Southern Svetyland) Master vampire house. . .•T–––M–––V–––P–––L•Elizabeth gasped as she woke up, holding her head as a terrible migraine shot through her. She sat up straight on the bed she was laying on, looked around the whole room and noticed that the room was the same room she'd seen herself in the time after the party. She then remembered everything the stranger had told her and how he said Vampires were real. At first she thought it was impossible and the stranger was just insane; but then he proved it to her. She facepalmed herself and began to question if everything she knew about life were just lies. And Indeed, she thought, life was full of mysteries that most humans were either ignorant of or unaware of."You're awake," a masculine voice stated, and Elizabeth took her gaze to where the voice came from. She saw a masculine silhouette resting on the wall, and she couldn't exactly see him because that area of the room was a bit dark. "I thought you'd never wak
CHAPTER ELEVEN.(Southern Svetyland) •T–––M–––V–––P–––L•Damien placed his hand on the wheel, trying to banish all thoughts of Freya from his mind. He shouldn’t be attracted to any woman whatsoever. All he should think about should be having them in his beds and arms. But, even as he thought this it was so difficult to get her out of his mind.He steered the car into his home and got out. This was the perfect camouflage to act like he was normal, at least till he got the truth out of Freya.Two vampires were stationed at the door, as he stepped into the threshold. They greeted him, but he didn’t respond. He walked blindly to his room and shut the door behind him. Everything here was dark, but his glowing eyes made it easy to navigate the room. Damien hated the light and anything to do with it. “Damn it!” He cursed fluidly.He walked over to his mini bar and brought out a whiskey bottle, which didn’t contain whisky. It was filled to the brim with blood; human blood. Without bothering
CHAPTER TWELVE.(Southern Svetyland) •T–––M–––V–––P–––L•Elizabeth stared at the master. He was indeed standing right there in the flesh. Yet, she stupidly looked at the chair he had just vacated, believing that he had split in twos. There was nothing there, other than a dangling chair.“Relax,” the master said easily.Elizabeth swallowed. “How do I relax? This is too much for my small head to wrap around. I know you’ve said what you are. But, deep down, I thought you were bluffing. Eh, no, I hoped you were bluffing! But, I guess that’s not true,” she said in horror.Elbert simply looked at her, there was no sign of amusement in his eyes, but strangely Elizabeth felt she saw kindness in the master’s eyes. It was a strange thought because the master was a vampire, and should not be capable of showing such feelings.“Let’s sit. You need to regain some control of your emotions,” he said calmly.She allowed him to lead her to a chair, opposite his. Her eyes touched the whole chair to be