Werewolves… Such a disgusting race of mortal’s and mutt’s. It’s up to us to erase them from this planet and make sure that their race never sees the light of day again. That is of course if you can call their low live little packs a breed. One thing is current. We are the high race and they will fall….
Walking into the mansion I wish that I had forgotten all introductions and had just snuck in through the window. As usual the lords are having a little ’meeting’ if you will. This of course meant whores from the local titty bars were in their skimpy little outfits and were dripping blood. It’s no surprise that these would be the kind of women the lord would be having over for the guest. It seemed he wanted to celebrate my little victory. Not that it really was one in the open field. It was more over the fact that I had handled such a large army and still being of a new born.
It would be one thing if this was being held like a formal meeting instead it was being handle as a giant orgy. I could tell that the lord was hoping I would be in the mood from my little battle. There was a group of men in a corner waiting my arrival. I only walked past them and out of the room to head to mine. I had no desire in draining the living at the moment let alone try and play mistress again. For some reason that was one party of my vampire blood I couldn’t get into. Sure making men fall to me by lust was one thing. I wasn’t up for the idea of sex all night by random men though. It just was never my style. Instead I had them sent away to the dungeon where their blood could be placed in bottles for me to drink later.
“You know for a vampire princess you hardly act like it,” His voice sent chills down my spine. I might have power over those that tried to tie me down as a slave. Though when it came to my lord I had no choice but to fall under his will. Slipping over to his side I watched him shove the whore off his lap that he was feeding on. The warm crimson blood still coated his face as he took my wrist and pulled me into his lap. His nose was soon buried in my hair as he took in a deep breath, it seemed that I was like a drug to him, second to blood that is. “Tell me love as to why you don’t care for the sexual side of our race,” again his voice haunted me. It was so smooth yet thick at the same time. It was like molasses, sweet and tasteful. I had forgotten what it had sounded like. Once I had gotten my new ranking I have been studying like there was no tomorrow. The lord wasn’t too pleased with that seeing how it cut into our time together. “I…” I started trying to pull myself together into the royalty form I should be presenting myself in. “I just don’t seem to have a taste in it. I mean with the reasons that you had changed me and such. Besides there are things from my mortal life that I can’t seem to get behind me.” I glanced over at the men setup for me. “Besides I find them distasteful,” this was a lie to say the least. The men that the lord had picked out were cute to say the least. I was beginning to wonder if they were models. Of course they did no justice when placed next to a male of our kind. The lord himself was drop dead gorgeous to say the least. Though even with him I could never bring myself to the lustful side of my race. I couldn’t even make love to him. None of it seemed natural.
The lord must have noticed my train of thought. His eyes looked over to the men and then back over to me. His soft pale hand trailed under my jaw line as he tried to figure out what else was on my mind. Clearly I didn’t have the urge to talk sex. “How was the battle my darling? I heard that you went up against one of the new alphas.” There was a grin to his face as he pictured the new alpha’s head on a platter. “It went over rather well. I went head to head with him if that’s what you mean,” I tried to make the conversation seem light. Something that wasn’t too difficult though now my mind was back to the battle. I hadn’t thought about it since I had left it. For one reason or another the new alpha just didn’t seem up to par with everything. I was starting to wonder if their race was going down hill or something. The lord didn’t seem to notice my train of thought this time. He was too wrapped up with his little princess going head to head with one of the top dogs, literally. “Oh how wonderful!” He cooed as he licked his lips. Some of the blood was removed from them though the rest of his face was now stained with it. I couldn’t help but beam at his joy. It could be such a bother being so connected to him. Though his was typical with every vampire. You become part of those that had changed you. “Well my darling I will have to know all about it in the morning,” He looked back over at the woman he had been feeding on. There was a spark in his eyes and a shift in his pants. I quickly removed myself from his lap in a feeling of distaste. “I wish you would keep these matters in your chamber,” I spoke coldly under my breath as I excused myself from the room. As the heavy door of the room closed behind me I could hear a moan of sexual pleasure come from the whore.
Having gotten to my room I was happy to be among my books again. Everything going on down stairs was just plan wrong to say the least. If there was anything that I was against within my race it was that factor. Though at the moment I didn’t want to think about it. There was more matters to attend to. I slipped over to my desk and sat down. Having to push book after book out of the way I finally found my journal. Flipping it open to the next page I grabbed a ball point pen and began to get to work. There was a section for tactics, bios, strengths, weaknesses and what attack patterns were beneficial from the battle. Getting to the bios I noticed that I needed to log in the new one over the new alpha. I didn’t learn a thing about him. That is when it came to a name or anything personal of that nature. Shuffling through my brain I tried to think of something that would be of a suitable name. The only thing that came to mind was the nickname ‘Wolfie’. I scribbled the name down before writing up a description of him.
Finished… Looking up at the clock I could feel my jaw drop a little. I had been writing none stop about him for the past hour. How the hell was it that I had only encountered a mere few minutes of battle with him but spend that much time writing about him. I flipped through the countless pages devoted to him. The writing started to become light instead of orderly. The swirls of my writing became looser as if in a dreamy fashion. Growling I swept my hand against the cover of the book and snapped it shut. I then pushed harshly against the desk make the wooden legs of the chair to scrape against the floor. Things sounded like they had died down in the other room. Maids were working on throwing the whores out of the mansion. I grinned at the thought of their dead bodies being burned later. They had what they did coming to them.
I picked myself up from my chair and over to the walk in closet of my room. I headed straight past the countless evening gowns the lord had given me. All of them were highly expressive and from the worlds most famous designers. I didn’t have a taste for them at all. The things were far too girly for my standards. Instead I made my way over to the pjs I had. There was a few night gowns hung up. They were meant to be for teasing my sex slaves. They had become nothing more then something comfortable to sleep in now. Grabbing one I threw my blood stained clothes off from the battle and threw the gown over me. My soft pale skin glowed softly against the shinning silk. It was moments like theses were I wondered how beautiful I looked to someone. I know what the lord thought but he always thought that of me whether I was soaked in blood or found naked in a bath. I was sure he was thinking other things when walking in on the baths though I tried to not think of it in those moments.
Walking over to my bed I pulled back the sheets and slipped in under the covers. The sheets were of the same silk as my night gown only in different colors and patterns. Being the living dead meant temperatures never mattered anymore. I was always cold no matter now hard I tried to become warm. That was always a b***h when having to deal with mortals. At least the ones that I couldn’t kill. Resting my head on my pillow I brushed my fingers through my short red hair and sighed as my dark maroon eyes burned a little. Sleep was something that was all too sweet at the moment. Looking at the clock it seemed that it would have to agree. I had been up for double digit hours now seeing how the walk back home from the battle was ongoing to say the least. There was the thought of running back home but I figured there was no point. Most of the troops that had been on the battle field were newborns. They were having their first taste of battle and was recovering from it. There was no point in having them rush home. The more worn out I could get them the better.
Closing my eyes I tried to erase everything from my mind. It wasn’t normal for us to get much sleep. Sure we needed it but you had to really force the relaxation out of your system to get to sleep. As I ran through all the events from the past few hours I began to think of werewolves. Maybe a dream of killing them would bring wonders to my sleeping. Though this didn’t seem to work after a while. There was images of the battle rushing through my head. The back and forth tactics between myself and the alpha. The look in his eyes were strange. I focused harder on them trying to pick away at his soul. As hard as I tried I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with them. I had stared into the eyes of his kind before. Most looks were of hate. His were of something different though. One’s that the lord had given me when I first came to after the change. It was warm….
Shaking my head frantically I rolled over and grabbed the spare pillow laying next to me. I screamed in it as I tried to push his cursed eyes from my mind. They started to burn away in the back of my head. Luckily no one heard my muffled screams. If the lord had then I’m sure that he would have been at my door by now. It seems that the whores had taken about as much out of him has he had to them. After a while of rolling around on my bed I threw the pillow my face was smashed in across the room. It hit the wall and then slid down to the floor. I could feel my breathing was heavy as I stared at the ceiling. The eyes hadn’t left my mind. Instead I focused on them again. Slowly my breathing softened and my eyes began to feel heavy. For once I felt warm in my ice cold body.
“Why that look?” I heard myself whisper into the darkness as my vision became dimmer. A strong relaxation was taking over and now I was struggling to stay awake. More images shifted through my mind. I pulled up the alpha’s eyes along with the lord’s as I compared them to the day I awoke. I remember the reaction that the lord had. His first sight of his Princess’s eyes and seeing her in her new form. A small smile brushed my face at the thought. It was a look of care, his hand brushed against my cheek.
As if I was high or crazy I felt my head shift against the pillow. My cheek brushed against the imaginary hand that was in my head. I felt as though I was reliving the moment. Soon the room was dark from behind my eyelids. There was still the images playing in my mind. As I started to fall into my deep sleep they mingled with one another. The last image to appear in my head and finally set me into my slumber was myself standing in a forest. There was a small shift in some bushes. My dead heart sped up but not in fear, it was in excitement. The alpha pulled himself into view. His eyes the same stare as I remembered. He walked silently over to me trying to keep us from getting caught. As he got closer I closed my eyes in a state of feeling safe in his presence. The feeling of a wolf’s muzzle brushing against my cheek was the last thing to come to me before I surrendered and fell asleep.
