"Aliana, our Master owns you. All of you. He can take what is his when he wants. It is your duty as his pet to please him." I looked at Silver. Terror evident in my eyes. "Try not to panic, Aliana. This will be your first time. It will hurt...
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Alaric opened his eyes. "He's here. I feel the pull of another Hunter nearby...in the castle." Slowly a smile pulled on his lips. It was only a matter of time, a matter of time before a fellow Hunter would find his way into the Castle of the Crimson Dragon. Ironically, it was here that his ancestor Myrddin Wyllt had helped free the dragons, helping in the defeat of the invading Saxons. Now Alaric would be freed from the pits of this prison.
He swallowed the bitterness in his mouth. The humans had betrayed him and his fellow Hunters. They stood idly by as many of the precious few Mages who had survived the first War all those years ago were murdered and they doomed the others into hiding. However, hiding was not dead..."As long as we live we will fight our mortal enemy and kill off the Vampires. We will not rest until the last Vampire is eradicated from this earth exterminated like the parasites they are."
Alaric slowly stood in his cell. For years he had been beaten and abused. Then he had been changed. The problem is that Mages didn't become Half Bloods. They became something else. A hybrid. He lost his Magic but gained everything a Vampire would, including eternal life, fast healing and more. They thought that by changing him into the very thing he hated that they would break him. That he would become a slave like the humans they changed. They were wrong. It only strengthened his resolve to see an end to them. He lived for the day he could finally die, die knowing his maker was dead too.
Meanwhile, he drank the blood they brought him, fed off the men and women they brought into his cell. When they tried to starve him, he ate the rats he'd coaxed into his cell with pieces of his own flesh. He did everything to survive, to survive knowing that one day another Hunter would find him and then he would wreak vengeance on these monsters. The presence he felt was of a youth. Not fully trained. "I will share my knowledge of the Hunter ways. Soon I will have a student to teach, a weapon to yield...and a war to win. Soon all the anger and frustration I've felt will be released and there will be hell to pay. I will have revenge."
He snapped the irons around his wrists as his once deep green Hunter eyes glowed eerily blue in the darkness. Their glow was courtesy of the change. Not a Half-Blood but something else. The time is near. Soon he would be free and the Vampires would burn. They would all burn.
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