The vampire sat on the throne that was specially made for him by his underlings. Rather he made them do it. After all, their duty is to please him.
He held a wine glass in his left hand filled with red liquid. Blood. He swirled the glass and took a sip, sighing in contentment. Ahh... He can almost taste the success. Just a few more minutes into the night and he will get what he wants. Tonight, all his desires will come true.
A Millenia... he has waited for a Millenia for this day. Patiently, oh so patiently counting each day, each minute, each second for this very moment. He could feel it within grasp. So close that his fingers twitched, wanting to claw and snatch it with his fingers.
But he has promised his Mage that she can have her fun. He wouldn't have entertained her thoughts if it didn't profit him.
After all, she is his puppet. All he has to do is bestow her with some frivolous words, tempt her with his touch, making her believe that he is in love with her and the poor fool will do anything for him. Including killing thousands of Supernaturals.
He smirked as he raised his glass to take another sip. He wrinkled his nose as the liquid started to lose its warmth. He should have taken someone for his thirst, tearing the vein and savoring the rich taste directly from the source. He especially likes it when he sees the life force dimming from the victims' eyes. When they flap their hands like a fish trying to get away from him. Fools. As if they can fight him. Him! A chuckle escaped past his lips.
However, he wants to be alone to enjoy his victory in silence. After all, it won't do good to raise members of the elite council's suspicions. Those bastards are still keeping an eye on him. Loyal fuckers! But no problem, once he gets what he wants he will soon weed out those losers. Oh, he will toy with them as they cower before him before snubbing their life under his shoes.
Until then... until then he should be careful. Not trusting anyone, not even his loyal underlings. Unlike HIM, who trusted blindly and paid the price, he is more cautious. Soon... very soon he doesn't have to worry. He doesn't have to hide.
The vampire chuckled at the fate of the other one. Just a few more seconds and he will receive the happy news any minute now. The news of his mage killing him. Of using him and a thousand other Supernaturals for her ritual making her the most powerful being among all the five kingdoms.
The vampire felt a tug at his conscience. Is he letting her be more powerful than him? What if she turns on him with that much power? What need will she have of him?
A frown appeared between his eyes. Do his lenience and the taste of power make her greedy? He shouldn't have given in to her pleadings. Is she making a fool out of him? Perhaps, it is time to establish who is running this show.
Not for the first time, the vampire thought it would be better if he tried to complete the ritual and acquire that power for himself.
He rubbed his chin in thought with his right hand. But then, he must have to kill every vampire or supernatural that questions him; and that would be 90% of the vampires in the vampire kingdom. Because as far as they know, it will take years to acquire new power. And his sudden ascend on the power chart will surely raise many eyebrows solidifying the elite council suspicions.
He doesn't want a riot at his hands so soon. The day will come when everyone will obey him. He has no doubt about it. Until then... he has to be patient.
That means letting his mage toy with those Supernaturals and HIM. Letting her become more powerful. Now that the time is upon him, he is not liking the idea of her getting her hands on that much power. Has she been toying with him all along just like he is doing with her?
Now that he thinks about that, it was always him who succumbed to her wishes, who let her run wild in this kingdom raising havoc. It's his army, his men who are doing the grunt work; His places where they are keeping the captives; His money which is being used to hire the mercenaries. All that mage is doing is chanting some silly lines, doing some stupid magic tricks any mage can do. Enough! He has let that mortal make him dance on her tune. He, an immortal with centuries of experience.
The vampire pressed his lips thin in displeasure. Perhaps it's time to let her go. Once she serves her purpose, he should kill her. The vampire swirled the liquid unconsciously as he plotted the demise of his lover.
Yes, it's time to cut old ties. After tonight, he doesn't need her anymore; doesn't need her power to hold HIM. He can hire another mage if he wants.
Just then, a werewolf came running into the hall and stopped before the dais.
"The captives... the captives..." he panted, gasping for breath.
"What about them? Are the bodies too many to hide? Just burn them," he waved his hand, irritated that they have to consult him for this trivial matter.
"No... they have escaped," the werewolf finally spilled.
The vampire on the throne still. The silence in the room can be described as deafening. Tension rose high in the air, that even the wind stopped its course.
"Can you repeat that?" The vampire asked casually, his voice calm and collected as he cocked his head and scanned the werewolf. He is young. Perhaps, the early twenties. The mercenaries knew about the fate of the messenger. Hence, they choose him to deliver. Smart of them. But then they don't know about him.
"The troops were attacked on the way," the werewolf gulped, sweat trickling profusely from his forehead.
"No one left. They killed all," he said, wiping the sweat with his sleeve.
The vampire gave no outward sign that he heard. Not a twitch.
In his cold voice, he asked, "Is that all?"
"There is... there is more," the werewolf clasped his hands, not knowing how to proceed. If the previous news didn't affect him, perhaps this will also not. Anyways, what does he know about vampires? He just came for money.
Gaining confidence from the vampire's silence, the werewolf blurted, "the old castle has been attacked"
This time the vampire twitched. His facade shattered. With cool hands, he slowly placed the wine glass on the table set beside his throne.
He slowly descended with sure steps and sauntered to the place the werewolf stood. He circled the unknown victim, smelling his fear, savoring his unease as he sniffed him.
Facing him once again, he tilted his head to the side and questioned, "what about the captive?"
"He... he... escaped," the werewolf's voice quivered.
"Escaped," the vampire repeated with utter boredom.
"What about the mage? What has she done?"
"She... she fainted. I think... I think... the ritual has taken her strength," the werewolf stammered, trying to appease him.
The vampire said 'Hmm' without saying anything out loud. He is surprised that the werewolf noticed that tidbit. However, his mind is running a mile long as he thought about his Mage. Perhaps that is the reason he is doubting her motive. She must have cast a spell on him to never question her. To blindly follow her. That bitch!! In her weakened state, the power she had on him dispersed.
Does that mean... does that mean has HE also escaped her clutches? No!!!! It can't be. All those sacrifices, those mindless rituals over the years must mean something. It's not so flimsical to snap at the first hurdle. He hasn't waited for a Millenia to get ruined by a greedy bitch.
He must take care of this before it escalates.
"Bring her to my room and tie her with iron shackles to my bedpost," the vampire smirked, with an evil glint in his eye.
"Iron?" The werewolf was fool enough to display his shock. He has learned from the grapevine that the mage is his lover. Then why is he using the deadly metal for mages on his lover? Mages are allergic to iron. It will drain them if they are subjected to it for a prolonged time.
His hands started to shake, finally understanding the situation he is in.
"Yes...yes sir. I will see to it," the werewolf stumbled as he tried to scurry away from him.
The vampire dropped his smirk, his fists clenching at the missed opportunity. A Millenia of planning, a decade of plotting, everything has gone to waste. Because he has been led by his dick.
Not anymore. He turned and entered his bed chambers just as the werewolf laid the mage on the bed and finished chaining her.
He closed the door behind him. Yes, it's always nice when you drink from the source, the vampire thought as he cornered the werewolf. And when sex is mixed, it's even better.
Before the werewolf could bat his eye, the vampire grabbed his neck, bent him near the bed, and shredded his clothes with his other hand. He released his erect member with his right hand as he subdued the struggles of the werewolf with his left hand.
The vampire tore the flesh near the werewolf's neck, taking his fill as he pumped into the struggling werewolf without preparing him. He has to break his arms to refrain him. Soon, the werewolf lay limp, his life seeping out of him.
The vampire didn't give a thought as he took pleasure from the limp body beneath him.
When you live for as long as he did, you indulge in many perverse fantasies. He soon released his seed, shooting his cum on the now-dead werewolf.
"They should have known better than to mess with me," the vampire growled as he looked at the corpse.
His attention then turned to the bond mage. Yes. She will learn to not cross him again.