Page 109 of Theoden
“Absolutely magnificent!” Queen Elsa declared with a dainty giggle. “Oh, I’m positively green with envy that you belong to Ara. Beauty and magic, I can see why he values you so.”
“I am flattered, my Queen.”
There were more murmurs around the table of astonishment and fear. No vampire could do what I had just done, and that terrified some of them present. Good. Maybe now they’d keep their remarks about my clothing and my Father’s territory to themselves.
“That was quite the fanfare. Now, let us indulge in this evening’s delicacy, shall we,” the Queen said, and gestured for us to feed on the humans bound to the large wooden table.
I stood up as the others did, and decided to sink my fangs into the inner groin of the male just as two other vampires entered his neck and wrist. My bite was pleasurable, while theirs only offered pain, and the human was suffering and enjoying being fed upon if his moans and wiggling were any indicators. Once he was dead, we pulled back and I wiped my bottom lip with my finger, then licked the blood off the tip.
“That was delicious,” the Queen stated, and she was correct. I could tell the blood was rare, not many people had that flavor. Presently, I was appreciating the fact that she offered to share the humans with me. “Théoden, how long will you be in my territory?” she asked, capturing my attention.
“Perhaps a month or two, my Queen,” I replied.
She nodded. “Well, I suppose you’ll have to be on your way then. Please, give Ara my love when you return.”
I stood up and bowed again. “Of course, my Queen.”
Since I was allowed to leave, I did, joining Bruce back in the carriage. I motioned for the driver to take us to the nearest inn where I could rest for the day since the sun would soon be rising.
“You fed, Sire?” Bruce asked. “And here I sit, starving.” He laughed in jest.
I rolled my eyes. “The Queen insisted, not that I minded. The human did have a rare tasting blood. Maybe you can still taste it.” I said, then I grabbed him by the back of his head and kissed him, slipping my tongue into his mouth. He moaned as he tasted the blood of the human as I kissed him. When I pulled back, he licked his lips.
“Rare and delicious,” Bruce said, smiling. “Thank you, Father.”
I released him and nodded. The sun had risen by the time we made it to our inn, which didn’t affect Bruce or me, which was another thing vampires envied. We rested the day, then as nightfall came, Bruce and I searched for humans to take back with us. Only the ones with the rarest blood scents caught our attention, as Ara wanted delicacies.
We did this for two weeks, traveling across England until we reached a city called Oxford, which was where I found my third son.Michael Waylen-Pierce. It was his beauty that caught my eye and when I read his thoughts, I knew I had to have him. He’d been secretly rebelling against his English monarch, King Henry IV, over the unfair taxation.
I watched him for a week before he was captured and jailed for treason. He was set to be killed before the public and that, I could not allow. Breaking into the prison was an easy feat for a vampire, especially one as powerful as I was. When I reached his cell, he was dirty and starving, but full of spirit.
“I’ve come to save you,” I said.
“The crimes against me are just. I have betrayed the king,” he said boldly in his crisp English accent. It was clear that he was an educated man by the way he spoke. However, I knew he was a professor at Oxford University and his arrest had sparked great controversy.
I broke the lock on his cell with ease, shocking him. “Come.” I held out my hand.
“How did you do that?” he asked as he gazed in awe at the opened door.
“I will explain once we escape,” I said.
He nodded, being smart enough to realize that this was a prison break and not a time for discussion. Once we were back at my inn and safe from the authorities, I explained to Michael what I was and what he would become.
He didn’t accept the news well, accusing me of being a demon. Of engaging in witchcraft and heresy. None of his insults affected me. In fact, it made me desire him more. He tried to flee, but I didn’t let him. Both Bruce and I fucked him, which he could not deny the pleasure of and when I sank my teeth into his neck, I loved the moans coming from him as he gave himself to me.
Of course, I wasn’t quite as prepared for him to be as stubborn as he was after beingembraced. He refused to feed, even on his very first victim, which was astonishing. Most newborn vampires were starving after being sired and needed the blood like a human needed water. But Michael had refused, and it angered me that he would reject the gift I’d given him.
Nightly for two weeks, I would ask him if he’d suffered enough for his stupidity and stubbornness. Was he ready to feed? Yet, he would still refuse, which I found amazing. I would have been thrilled to see how strong his resolve was had it not been against me. As it was, he only annoyed me in his obstinance.
As we traveled through England collecting more humans on our way to the ship that we would use to return home, we came upon a small village. Men, women, and children for the taking. At this point, I had refused to speak to Michael for nearly two weeks. Meaning it had almost been a month since he’d beenembracedand he hadn’t even tasted a drop of blood.
I had bound him in a box and barred Bruce from opening it. Now was the time I would test Michael’s resolve. I ordered Bruce to bring me a child from the village, and when he returned, I opened the box. Michael was a living husk inside of it. His skin was brittle, flaky, and pale. His eyes were open, but dried out, as there was no moisture in his body. His skin was plastered to his bones and he looked like a skeleton covered in worn leather skin. I knew he had to be experiencing the worst pain anyone could imagine.
I remembered how I had suffered those few nights many moons ago when Ara had punished me with starvation. How hungry I was for blood and sex. Michael would need blood and cum, and I bet this time, he would appreciate my gift. I picked the child up, a little girl who tears meant nothing to me. Her blood would revive my child and that was her only worth.
I slit her tiny throat with my nail and let her blood flow over my son’s open mouth. He gargled and whined, then swallowed. His bony fingers twitched ever so slightly as the blood began to work its magic on him. I laid the child in the box with him, her open wound over his mouth so he could feed.
“He’s going to need more than that, Father,” Bruce said.
