Misha the Beast Tamer

Chapter 24

Emrick looped his arm into mine and we walked along the stone lined streets until we came to a stop at the front of a two storey greystone building with a door made of oak. He removed his arm and knocked on the door with the knocker in the shape of an upside down horse shoe.

The door groaned as a small, elderly butler with glasses as thick as ice upon his face opened the door.

"Ahh! Sir Emrick, welcome! What do I owe the pleasure?"

"My dear Derek, I wish to introduce my lady companion Misha to my favourite sacrifice of all, Jamie. Is he free?"

The elderly man nodded, and replied

"Yes sir, he is free. Come inside. Jamie is in the library as usual, sir. Would you like me to accompany you and announce your arrival?"

Emrick shook his head,

"Thank you for the offer Derek, but I think I will be able to do this without your assistance."

Derek bowed,

"As you wish sir, I will prepare refreshments for your lady companion and Jamie. Would you like a goblet of Jamie's blood to match sir?"

Emrick smiled, shook his head and politely said,

" I've already had dinner Derek, I'm already very well satisfied. Thank you again."

Once Derek left, Emrick turned his attention to me.

"Just a warning Princess, Jamie is...well...how can I say...ahhh...strange. Yes! That's the best way to describe him, Strange.

He is not only strange in his speech and mannerisms, he is also strange In appearance. He is twenty-two years old, but looks like a teenager, his voice is that of someone younger too. He has the whitest hair and the darkest brown eyes, that almost look black. Please, don't let that warp your view of us. He speaks slow, and dreamy like. His eyes, well, they look as though theres nothing behind them. But there is, he is actually quite an intelligent young man.

He belongs to a long line of special people. His blood will always taste as though he is an untouched virgin, untouched by man, woman and like no other vampires fangs have pierced his neck.

In normal people these things will taint or change the taste of blood that pumps through their veins. Not Jamie though.

He also seems to get turned on as soon as a vampire's fang brushes his neck and this sweetens his blood even more. You would think he was trained for the sole purpose of being a sacrifice. He wasnt though, he was born and raised here on the island. No one has trained him to be what he is, its just the way he is. He will shamelessly flirt and may even kiss me. This is no indication of anything. He does it with all of us who have chosen him for our sacrifice , there's seven of us too, by the way, Ronin is also one of them. But as you are well aware, I no longer have the need for blood, he is only my sacrifice for appearances sake. I've never tasted his blood, but I did feast on the blood of one of his ancestors regularly, many years ago."

I nodded, I didn't understand how seven vampires could share the one sacrifice. How did Jamie handle six hungry vampires demanding to drink from him.

We arrived outside the library, before we could push on the door, it creaked open revealing a boy who looked as old as me. He smiled, his eyes blank revealing nothing, his smile seemed empty and haunting to me

"Sir Emrick, I smelt you coming." He yelled excitedly, but his eyes did not reflect the tone in his voice. He threw his arms around Emrick, embracing him.

"Please say you've finally come to feast upon my blood Sir Emrick. I find myself fantasizing about how nice and warm it would feel when your fangs pierce my neck. But sadly you've never drank from me that way, its always been through the bottle. Why? Doesn't my blood taste better fresh from my veins sir or does my appearance repulse you?