The Tattooed Vampire

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

"A Legion," Callum sits on the ground with me, leaning back against a tree with my on his lap, in his arms. "Is sort of like an outcast." He tells me. I feel my face scrunch with confusion. I twist my body so I am looking into his eyes as I ask him,

"You mean like a rogue?" Callum pulls me closer and rests his chin on the top of my head. I sink back into his chest, marveling at how safe and protected I feel with him. 

"No. Not a rogue. Because there are packs of Legions. They kill humans instead of wiping their memory and keeping them alive. They are vampires that are not accepted into the vampire society." I was confused again. Vampire society? "Basia. All vampire's are in clans. We don't have rogues or wanderers. They belong to some clan. They belong to the pack their Sire was from." I feel my eyes widen as I lean away and stare at Callum.

"But your father changed me! Does that mean-"

"No. You can switch clans based on where your mate lives. I live here, so you're with me. But only if your Sire allows you to. My father is dead, so no worries." He gives me a smile and places a sweet kiss on the tip of my nose. "Anyways, as I was saying. There are many clans. But there is one person that overrules all of us. That's the Vampire King. You will most likely never run into him, but I have, a while back." I hum and close my eyes.

"Because you're a Superior?" It wasn't really a question. I figured that was why.

"Yes. I also run the biggest clan in the world. I'm pretty high up in ranking. I've beaten alot of vampires, Basia to get the position I have now. I'm a step below the Vampire Prince. If for some reason, the King's heirs die off, I would get the thrown." This surprises me. My mate is really that powerful?! 

"How exactly did you get so high up?" I ask him, grabbing his hand and playing with the lines on his palm. Callum kisses the top of my head.

"I fought every Superior. I won. It's not because I'm older than them, cause I'm not. It's not because I was stronger than them, cause I wasn't. The reason I won is because I possess a power that is rare. Not many vampires get special abilities, but my father and mother were both very powerful and passed it on to me."

"What power?" I ask him. 

"I have the power of persuasion. Every vampire has compulsion and can use it on humans, but I can also use it on vampires. It's a gift that is both good and bad. I can pursade someone from making a horrible mistake. Or I could pursade someone that it is okay to stab themselves with a wooden stake." I gasp. Callum would never do that, would he? I cock my head back so my eyes were aligned with his chin. Callum meets me half way by angling his face so our eyes connected. 

"Did you ever pursade me?" I ask, arching an eyebrow. Callum smiles softly as he lifts a hand to run his fingertips over my cheeks. 

"No. I could never make you do something against your will." He says with a voice that is deep with promise. I smile and lean over to place a kiss to his lips. There was something about him, something I'm still not completely grasping, that makes me feel so happy and safe with him. Safe isn't a common feeling with me. But to give my life into the hands of this man, it feels nothing but right. Callum would never do anything to hurt me. That much was sure. 

"That's good. I'm glad you don't kill innocent people." I murmur, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. Callum leans his head to the side and lets out a soft moan. I smile. Callum is powerless over me. When I kiss him, he becomes my slave and that thought gives me an incredible amount of confidence. 

"I'm not that type of person." He grumbles. "You know that."

"I do. But I did not know, however, that you were such a powerful vampire. It would be quite an experience if you became King of Vampires, don't you think?" I ask, biting his bottom lip. Callum lets out a deep growl that shakes him and me both. I moan and lean against him even more, kissing his luscious lips. 

"That's not going to happen." He grumbles. I move to kiss down his neck, across his collarbone and then over his jaw. 

"Why is that? We can overthrow the kin-" Before I could even finish, Callum flips us so I'm on his back and he's on top of me, a vicious growl escaping his lips. His eyes are charcoal black as his face contorts into anger. His fangs stick out, looking like he is about to drink from me. 

"You will never speak that way again, Basia. I am loyal to the throne. King Matthew has been my friend for as long as I could remember. Prince Grey has been a brother to me. I will never kill him and cut off the line of the throne. Are we clear about this?! If anyone hears about you plotting against the King, you will be executed and I will be powerless to stop it, are we CLEAR?!" His words and voice reverberating off the trees, shaking my body all together. I cringe underneath him and try to curl up into a ball as he hovers over me. 

"Yes." I manage to breathe out. I feel my eyes brim with tears. I never meant to offend him or make him angry. I was just imagining our lives as royalty. I didn't actually mean what I said about over throwing the king... I would never. "I want to go home." I mumble and push on Callum chest to get up. He sighs and lifts himself up a bit. 

"Basia..." Before he can finish, I hop to my feet and sprint home as if my tail is on fire. I ignore him, leaving him squatting in the middle of the forest. When I get home, I instantly seek comfort in the arms of my trusted friend, Kiley. She holds me close and continuously asks what is the matter.

I just shake my head and sob into her shoulder. I could feel her shirt getting damp under my nose and I felt bad that I was ruining her nice pink blouse.

Kiley didn't seem to care, however. She continues to hug me and tells me that everything will be fine. When I feel Callum's presence, I step away from her and eyes him. His face is set in a deep frown and I have a gut instinct to get rid of it but I force myself to stand still.

"What did you do?!" Kiley snaps at Callum. His eyes flicker over to hers for the briefest second before he turns his full attention back at me, 

"I'm sorry." He tells me softly. I nod and cross my arms. He smirks softly. "I never meant to hurt you. I just reacted on instinct. It's ingrained for me to be loyal to Matthew." He assures me. I stare at him, still not completely forgiving him. I know he didn't mean to scare me and be so harsh, but the fact that he was bothers me. 

Kiley looks at me and she nudges my side with her elbow. I glance at her and she nods to Callum and mouths "fix it" before she smiles sweetly. She gives Callum a look that says 'you're welcome' and then prances out of the room. 

I turn to Callum and nibble on my bottom lip as he slowly advances me. My eyes don't advert from his broad, muscular body as it gets closer. He should intimedate me considering what just happened but I know this time he isn't mad like he was earlier. I don't allow my eyes, however, to meet his. They are glued to his ripped chest. 

When he stops right in front me, he lifts his hand and cups my cheek. I lean my head into him and close my eyes, breathing in his intoxicating scent. "You know that you come first, to me, right? And no matter what... I will never let anything happen to you." He tells me, his voice dripping in confidence and certainty. 

My eyes peel open and I stare into his hypnotizing blue eyes. Callum smirks at me slightly and leans down to kiss me. "I am loyal to you, Basia. More so than the King. More so than anyone." I don't say anything. I can't. I have no idea as to what I should say! His words have yet again stunned me. "I love you, babe. I love you more than anything." He wraps an arms around my waist tightly, securing me to his chest. 

"I love you." I mumble, my words coming out meak and weak. But he still smiles and leans down to press his forehead against mine. 

"Don't worry. We'll find your brother and kill him before he can make a bigger mess of things." He says. My heart clenches. I know it is a horrible thing, but I was actually pleased that he was as eager to eliminate him as I am. But if the time did come, would I be able to take a life? Even if it belongs to the horrible man that tortured me my whole life?