Moon Dust

Chapter 11

The King of the Vampires, King Python II walked slowly through his throne room with his chosen mate behind him, and although she was not his true half she had proven to be a very effective replacement. Queen Icy was a force to be reckoned because she was a powerful dark witch. She was not Luna's mother and did not care what happened to Luna. In fact, she was the one that helped the king to make Luna into the Cure, a dangerous monster that possessed super strength, camouflage, and was capable of casting spells. Its lethal bite could kill any supernatural being because it was infused with the weakness of every supernatural but it was immune to these weaknesses. They had made an indestructible machine and they both were pleased with their creation but Queen Icy knew that their weapon could be destroyed if an Interstellar dragon blew fire on it but luckily for them those dragons were extinct. The King had wanted to kill Ezra but she told him to let him go as he would not be of use to them for now. The King had listened but deep down he was still not settled with Ezra being alive.

Python looked out on his balcony while puffing a huge cigar that his friend from the Caribbean had brought him. His friend was a Jamaican drug dealer and he was as Jamaican as they come but he wasn't a Vampire. The king had asked his friend, Wilbert, if he wanted to be changed into a vampire and Wilbert had declined. Python chuckled as he remembered the conversation they had.

"Wilbert are you sure you don't want to be like me?" he had asked him while he took a puff.

"Jah know star, be like you? What yu mean?" Wilbert asked him while he took a puff off the thing he called the healing herb.

"Wilbert, old friend," Python paused, "you know what I am. I'm a vampire and it wouldn't take much to make you like me."

"Man it looks like you losing some sense of reasoning. A wah kind a duppy things you a talk about."

Python had laughed at his response, "Wilbert are you sure because you'll be able to live forever," he pressed.

"And be afraid of the sun, look like you sick. Jamaica is a living frying pan you know and I refuse to move."

Wilbert was quite the character and so Python had dropped the conversation. Today on his agenda was to put plans into play to conquer the remainder of the werewolves and the remaining witches but that would be an easy task he thought. In Python's mind witches and werewolves were weak people and deserved to be wiped from the planet. To him, they were pesky little flies that needed to be eradicated. He already had human slaves but some werewolves would be a nice addition. His queen came to him and he smirked. She put her slender, caramel-skinned arms around him that held immense power and caressed his back. He remembered when he first saw her and how he had decided then and there that he had to have her. Her skin was smooth and he loved the way it felt and how she shivered against his touch. She had a small face with long black hair, a straight nose, and small blue eyes that showed her calm state but Python liked to see them when they were black.

He turned around to face her and placed his hands around her waist, pulling her to him roughly and she buried her face in his chest. She was from the Czech Republic and when she spoke it was as though she was seducing him and he couldn't help but smirk.

"My dear queen, what brings you up this early morning?"

"Moje láska, chtěla jsem jen vidět, jak jsi dělal."

"Darling, we spoke about this. Please use English. We are not in Czech anymore," he kissed her forehead and smiled.

"Fine, I was lonely in bed, come back to bed."

Python caressed her cheek slowly and put her face to his, "I need to think so I won't be coming back to bed."

"Darling please," she pleaded.

"No!" he shouted, "Get out of my sight" and he pushed her away.

She looked at him and her eyes turned back and he felt the pain in his head threatening to kill him and he grabbed her neck.

"You forget your place with me Icy! Don't you ever try to use your power on me," he threw her on the floor and stepped over her.

He entered his office, taking a glance back to ensure that his wife had not followed him. He didn't see her so he went to the book shelve and ran his hands across them to ensure that he'd find the right one. It was a simple, very thin book that taught persons how to do checkmate. He pulled it down slowly and a secret passageway made itself visible. He went through it and it immediately closed behind him. He walked down a series of steps until he came to a door that locked off his labyrinth from the rest of the world and opened the door using a spell to ensure that the place remained cloaked from everyone. He hissed his teeth because his cloaking spell had been breached. It came to his knowledge that a great witch had come in contact with his prized prisoner and this made him smile because this witch must have been great to have breached his spell.

"Well done witch, well done." He muttered to himself.

He entered the labyrinth and took five right turns and three left turns until he came to a door that had a series of bolts. A witch revealed herself from the stone wall and gave him a menacing smile. He didn't give her one back and just ordered her to open the door which she did. He ignored her as she did this because he didn't favor witches all that much. After she was finished she collapsed to the floor clutching for air and he stepped over her and went into the room.

"Weakling" he hissed as he closed the door.

Inside the room, he flipped on the light switch and it became illuminated and his gaze traveled to his daughter that was chained to a wall. Her silky black hair was no longer straight but curly and covered her face. He kept her fed so that she wouldn't be weak because he knew she'd welcome death and he couldn't have that. Her bruises were no longer visible and he saw it as a good sign that her healing was indeed fast. She was no longer a daughter to him but a weapon that he called the Cure because she would help him cure the world of all supernaturals from lesser races and those who would dare stand against him. He had tested the serum that he made on himself but it did not give him the power that it gave her, but still, with all that power she was a mere slave to him.

"Father," she started, "why have you done this to me? Your own flesh and blood, why?"

"Silence," he shouted, "You will help me defeat those mongrels you love so much and that's final. You're no daughter of mine."

He pulled the lever that was beside him and she fell to the floor.

"Turn," he ordered.

"Father please don't make me, it hurts," she begged.

He didn't even blink as he ordered her again, "Turn."