CHAPTER1
Hecouldn't believe his ears when he was told that Daniel died. Herealized that his cousin thought he would be able to kill suchfighter but it was too late to put some brains into such a small headnow. How could he make another mistake such as this? It wasimpossible, his large army was being destroyed, by one woman who tookhis heart away a long time ago, and was now ripping it topeaces....just like she promised she would.
'Howmuch more are we going to take? Everyone is beginning to wonderwhether you are truly as powerful as you made them think? And yourfather will not want be disappointed' finished an old man who wasone of the wisest vampires in his far away hidden palace. Malachi,truly believed Azil to be his oldest friend, from the day he wasborn, but he knew very well that while his father lived, the old manwill be more loyal to the man at the deathbed, rather than the newking to the throne, his son.
'Shehas gone too far this time, but you do understand that many more willdie, even if I send a hundred or more to kill her. She is trulyunstoppable as they proclaim her to be. Her anger at our kind madeher stronger than any of us put together. And I don't want her toget to my father..... For he is the only person I have left to keepme strong' Malachi pronounced with bitterness and sorrow in hisvoice. He never could understand what was missing in his heart. Hequestioned himself many times what he wanted? He had power, fastcars, and mansions all over the country, his youthfulness and womenwhich he could change for every day of the years to come. So what wasit that made him feel somehow empty and bored with such lifestyle?She kept creeping up into his mind, something about her that day madehim lift his eyes to meet hers. He couldn't forget that stare fullof cold blooded savageness mixed with powerful emotions and strength.She somehow proved to him in those few mere seconds of fighting thatshe was more than just a play toy to be used around when wanted. No,this was a warrior, that would not be brought down to her kneessecond time round. He was deeply hurt and angered when one by one hismembers of the family kept dying due to a mysterious vampire slayerwho seems to know everything about his old family clan, HaudClementia.Whenthe first of many killings became apparent, he knew who stood behindit all. Her promise rang in his ears. And with each murder, her voicerang harder and harder until he would wake up in the night withshock. Nobody ever attacked his family, they did not dare for hisloyal followers would strike a second later and kill anyone who stoodin their way, whether it was a human being or a fellow vampire. Butshe was stronger than anyone he ever knew, apart from himself. Thedecision was clear, but what was stopping him to say it out loud. Shewas only a girl of 20 or 400 years if speaking in the years ofvampires. So many years have passed and he could still remember hersmell, perfume mixed with her own musk of skin. He wanted her thatfirst night they brought her in. But her face made him stop and juststare. Stare at her, while she fought off thirty or more vampires whohorded themselves all at once in her direction. He wanted her evennow. And the temptation was stronger than ever.
'I'mgoing to go and see her. No one ever attempted to speak to her. Wealways seem to have used strength enslave her, it's time to use anew tactic. We are not in eighteenth century any more, and we shouldhave done this long ago' he stood up to walk past the old man, buta frail hand stopped him. 'My boy, you have grown up to be a trueruler to out kingdom, and I understand you want what is best for ourkind, but it's a very big risk and we will not lose you in thebattle that began due to your father's mistakes. The girls is toostrong'
'Butnot for me' he replied with a note of annoyance.' Thisconversation is over and decision is made. I will go alone, andplease find out where she will be next. I believe she is a fashiondesigner. She must attend a lot of social functions. Use ourconnections to get me to the next function she will attend. She mustnot feel she is being closed on and beside' he thought for a momentwith a small smile playing on his lips' she will not attack withtoo many people around.'
Afterwhat seems a very long silence, a quick agreement to his orders, andAzil left Malachi to ponder on the thoughts that would not leave himalone. He knew a lot of information about Sarah, but it wasn'tenough to bring her down. Besides he decided before they talkbusiness, he wanted to have some fun with her. But the question was,did she ever know what fun was? When she was killed back in 1865, shewas one of the oldest daughters to Earl of Grawestock, a very richman whom everyone loved. The old man heard tales of the HaudClementiaclan, andwhen he was offered more land and money than he could ever wish for,in return giving one of his eldest daughters as a bride to the youngmaster's son, Prince Malachi, the Earl coldly declined the offerwithout so much as giving it a thought. Such rejection followed onetoo many, until a decision was made to savagely kill the wholefamily, but leave one of the young girls for the pleasures of theprince.
Sothe family was brutally killed, and one of the girls brought in. Andit was the one he laid eyes on the first time he saw her in herhome's gardens. The day the offer was made, he wanted her to be hisbride, the mother of his future children. She seemed different, fromall the other ladies of the court. She did not cry out when heryounger sister accidently splattered mud on her white gown and shedid not swoon or flirt when a young officer would ask her to a danceat so many balls that he attended to spy on her. She seemed pure andsimple at the same time she held her head high, spoke like a man attimes, freely let her opinion be known, whether in a company ofgentlemen or ladies. He seemed taken away with her, until that awfulevening, after the whole business with murder was finished and shewas brought to her knees in front of him. Those rare eyes ofchocolate brown took his breath away, but he knew now, that thosethoughts could only be a fantasy, a dream or a nightmare.
Buthe will bring her down to her knees again. And this time he will bethe one to have his revenge. He pondered on the idea for a while andthen made his mind up. He will break her, and he will punish her inevery way possible and will enjoy himself immensely at her cost. Whyshould his fantasies be only dreams when he could have her in hisarms and at his call and beck when he wanted so?
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