Desires

Chapter Five: Angels are Made for Flying

Angela's POV

My son had gone astray. As I was taking care of my dear beloved, he goes off with the vampire whore without even a thought to my welfare. What an ungrateful boy.

But we were making definite progress here.

We moved our headquarters underground. It seemed like the most prudent thing to do. Frankly, we should've just done this in the first place.

Maybe we could've prevented the loss of so many good vampire hunters.

It's a shame, really, that they died. I could have done without that.

Either way, we made quite a dent in the vampire monarchy. I doubt that foolish girl is a very good leader. She is a newborn after all and a rather stupid one at that.

They are vulnerable at the moment. Soon, I would drop my bomb, my secret weapon upon her.

He was blossoming beautifully.

He was drinking the potion that I so carefully created for him in our little cafeteria of sorts. A dining room made for us hunters. Even though he wasn't technically eating food, he liked to be around other people. I didn't mind.

After all, he was such a special specimen. Dead but not. Animated but obedient. Unthinking.

It was beautiful. I was so proud of myself, I could burst. I wanted to share him with the witch world but then again, I was technically one of the last of my kind.

And it was all his fault.

If our marriage had simply gone according to plan, nothing would have happened like it had.

But that was all history. Long past and done with.

All that was left was looking into the future. And I planned to save witch-kind.

But I would need to get my revenge first. That consumed my every thought. I couldn't possibly dedicate myself to saving witch-kind when my son, one of the only witches left, was among the vampires. That needed to change and fast. I needed him to save our kind.

One witch alone couldn't do it and while my Five were magical beings, they were much like my secret weapon (I've come to call him Gollum). They had no magic of their own.

It was frustrating but eh. I could work with it.

As soon as I had my son back.

"I need another" my Gollum told me, not being rude, but rather showing me his empty cup. I sighed, feeling slightly guilty because I hadn't filled it as much as I should have for his health.

You know, it really is such a shame that one cannot come across virgins as easily as before. Floozies, the lot of them.

But that was only half of my problem. I also needed to bleed out my beloved just a bit more. And I really hated doing it.

However, what must be done, must be done.

I pet his head, feeling the lank strands and thinking that I'd need to put him under a glamor so he'd look as he used to.

"Right away. Just wait here" I told him. Already, my spirits were lifted.

Any excuse I had to see him was a blessing. I had so little time to waste away with a being who hated my very existence.

Not too pleasant, as you can imagine.

But I supposed that it was true, love is blind. And the gods knew that I was completely blind and deaf when it came to him.