The Vampire Duke and Natasha. The Hastings. Book 4.

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Chapter 2

How I landed in England my lovely readers showing his sharp fangs to all!

1066AD they landed in England, on tall wooden ships similar to a viking curved front, his Lord wanted all of England for himself.

His Grace the Duke of Carpathia loved the smell of death and taste of the metallic taste of Blood pouring out from the speared dead lying on the green grass.

Some were half dead begging him to end their life once and for all.

His icy blue eyes stood watching their blood flow onto the greenest grass he had ever seen.

"Please" begged the many men on the battle ground the old anglo saxon people had lost in a viscous fight for their kingdom.

"If you insist" stated His Grace the Duke of Carpathia, grabbing hold of one dying man by his throat sinking his sharp fangs in slurping the death all around him.

His Vampiric urgers made him unstoppable in his thirst for blood, he was only thousands of years old and the hunger never left him sated for a day.

For centuries he killed, drinking the blood of the less wealthy, turning into a creature of the night resembling his detested father.

Fighting gave his grace a blood source centuries ago in battles across land and sea, and William the conqueror supplied this endless supply.

A few months ago the Duke of Normandy told him come to England and fight with my brave men and you shall be rewarded?

Hesitant at first his lord insisted "come you may feast on the dead when we spear them" brightly confidence this creature whom stood before him needed a new life.

The Duke of Carpathia agreed, licking his fangs as they elongate hungry for the feel of his teeth sinking in a fresh neck.

"When do we leave my lord" his Grace replied confident and full of impatience?

"Soon" said William knowing the Carpathian duke drank the blood of many people who had crossed his path.

Drinking their blood did not excite the Carpathian Duke in any way, why would it?  Blood was his life to live and he needed humans to live, Killing innocent humans revolted him to death if only he could find a way out.

Yes he could eat red meat among other foods even red wine covered over by blood.

Where William sent him to kill and stalk enemies, the Carpathian one went drinking his fill and drained his lords enemies of their life.

Now William's army stood on the shores of the English coast line ready to charge up the beach onto the rolling green hills.

He could smell the delicious blood pumping away miles away, as he sniffed the air smacking his lips together joyfully.

"Go" charged William including his head feudal lords up ahead.

His grace duke of Carpathia stood back listening to the air crackling around him. His eyes were closed knowing the time to strike.

His long silvery blond hair, glowing blue eyes and tall build gave him way to much ability.

The time was right, he could smell, even taste the blood of the dying, now he struck gliding up the banks of the dead hoisting them up biting into their necks draining them of their life blood.

Blood and gore on the battle fields he was a hunter, killing the pray one after the other. His soul a while ago had turned dark much like his father he regretted not heeding his mother's voice when he was old enough.

Killing his father thousands of years ago made him feel powerful coming to the Carpathian throne high up on the rocky mountains.

His half sisters full vampiric princesses hid behind their ageless mother, her beauty outstanding his fickle nature.

His step mother hated him when her husband fell until passion ignited between the two for many centuries, until she was murdered by a hunters hand then his personality changed for the worse.

His creature came out, showing him the might and power within him calling his name across the whole land.

His poor sisters he banished them far away, keeping them safe from his dangerous new outlook when hunters murdered their mother, his step mother and his mate.

Today was 1066AD the plan had changed, Now his lord conquered all England from King Harold and peace shall rain across the country.

The Carpathian Duke watching his lord crowned a few months later for now his bloodlust was sated.

I do not know yet my future eyeing the large crown placed upon William's head sparkle in the distance, he did know outright his life will change turning away into the light to the unknown maybe even catch another bride?

Life had a way of sucking you up and spitting you out and changing your very ideas of existence.

Now the year is 1844 and I have my cold dark heart riveted on a new débutant a Natasha Hastings the silvery haired beauty with a hatred for me and I her.

I cannot tell you how I shall woo her this maddening female rejects my every whim but then I show her a cold heartened fellow always ignoring her.

I encounted the vixen aged 13 for the life of me, I felt a sucker punch in the gut by the way she chastised me about the old rotten warehouse I bought.

If I had know this silver haired beauty wanted to buy and change the world, I might have agreed but you cannot change the world in one day.

Poor people needed care, yes I agree with my spitting vixen but they also need to care.

Now we will tell the story of our romance.

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I took pity on you readers waiting for so long for Chapter 2.

The next one when I feel the urge will be about the 1500's of what The Duke was every couple of 100 or so years.

I still need to edit chapter 1 later on.

Enjoy my faithful readers.