Chapter 31 - Reborn

***Warning. Harsh sexual content.***

***Ambrogios pov***

I walk back to my own quarters, deep in thoughts. Coming back, I always reveled in the past.
I get a steady flow of reports, about abductions or attacks, lost and wins. Not just here but from around the globe were my children have spread.
I haven’t turned anyone for a long time, resulting in a weak generation. The once turning the new is in my high command. No one is allowed to turn a human without my concent. If they do, they’ll be sentenced to death. Before I made that law, my children turned a lot of humans and at first I didnt care but when my army was including young children we started to draw attention..turned children became dangerous not only to humans but to our own kind as well, they couldnt control the thirst so they attacked and killed anyone in their way.
It's not like in the books where turned children stop aging..non of us really do..we just don't age as fast, especially not me thanks to the gift my father gave me. But the ones turned as children went more mad and even more bloodthirsty as they grew. So I killed them of..every single one and enacted the toughest law we have.
I walk up to my mirror. The years have left their marks, but I still look good I think.
My eyes are still as golden as ever, aside from Zandra’s grey strides in them.
My brown hair has a few of grey strides as well, but I don’t mind. My shoulders are still wide and my body muscular. When I decide to go for my first hunt, I won’t be having any problems finding a few willing victims.
A knock on my door gets my attention.
A servant comes in.
“Master, you look well! Strong! he flattered.”
I sigh
“What do you want, child?” I asked calmly. I could get furious at times but I still cared for my children in a way.
“We have a gift for you, to celebrate your return,” He said and motioning someone still standing outside the door.
A girl, maybe in the age of eighteen, was shoved in to the room.
Her red hair framed her round face. Her blue eyes looked at me curiously.
Her lips promised pleasure. She was slender but not thin. She wasn’t turned, still human with a warm body. Not that I was cold, that’s a myth, I still have warm blood in my veins, just not as warm as humans.
I looked at the girl, and I felt a longing inside me. It’s been a long time since I had any form of release, and the thought makes me twitch.
“Thank you.” I say to the young man who is beaming seeing me accept his gift.
“Master!” He said, bowing his head and leaving the room.

I walk closer to the girl. A dress, almost transparent, is the only thing that covers her body.
“Do you know who I am? What I am?” I ask, circulating her.
“I do” she whispers.
“Thats good..do you know why you’ve been brought to me?”
“I guess..” another whisper.
I listen to her heartbeats, but they are calm. She is not afraid. Makes me wonder what this young girl has been through in her life.
I put my hand under her chin and tilts her head up. I close the distance and softly brush my lips against hers. I keep my lips floating just above her skin as I leave a trail with my breath down her chin, jaw, and neck. I see her reactions as goosebumps forms on her white surface. I can hear and smell the blood pulsing in her carotid, calling for me to take a taste. My hand travels up her neck, fisting her hair to hold in her place.
Before she reacts, I sink my teeth’s in her neck. I draw a few deep sips before letting my tongue lick the wound closed. Coming up to her face, I crash my lips on hers. I feel intoxicated by the fresh blood and it makes me horny as fuck.
I push my tongue in her mouth, letting her taste her own blood. She pants and moans as she moves her tongue against mine and I rip her dress off her without breaking the kiss. My hands explore her, her breast is heavy but firm, her belly tight and flat. Her ass round as I grip her and push her against me, grinding against her naked pussy. I lift her up and carry her to the bed. I look at her as she is on her back, spread out naked in front of me. I know right then and there that I’m going to kill her. But not yet..
When I start to unbutton my shirt, she sits up on the bed, watching me, her eyes filled with lust..she really has no idea what’s about to happen here.
Groupies have been around since the beginning. They come and offer pleasure with the delusion that I will turn them. I never do.
I let my shirt fall to the floor and look at the girl. She stands up and put her hands on my chest, trail them over my skin. They linger at the scar from Zandra’s arrow, making me slap the hand away. That scar is holy to me, the mark of my love. I knew it back in the cave. As I tore her apart, body and spirit, I tore my own soul at the same time. Over and over I thought about stopping, abandon my revenge and take her in my arms, beg for her forgiveness. She was the only one ever to have shown me real love, trust and affection. But then I saw the image of her dead parents in my head and I knew she would hate me forever, so I buried all the feelings I had and went on and completed the spell.
The girl slides down my body to her knees and her fingers unzip my trousers, following my shirt to the floor.
She takes my cock in her hands, stroking it up and down before licking the head and taking me in her mouth. It’s warm and wet and I tilt my head and close my eyes, letting her work in silence for a while. She relaxes her throat and takes me deep and I start to thrust in and out of her mouth, fisting her hair so sh can’t escape. She gags and fights for air and when I finally release her, she is almost blue, panting for oxygen.
I pull her up and toss her on the bed. I come up above her, grabbing her arms with one hand as I kiss and nibble on her lips. My other hand is taking her breast and I lean down to suck it in to my mouth. I suck on the flesh, bite the nipple and she moans for more, I sink my teeth in, hitting a perfect vein and her blood pours in between my lips. I lick it closed and continue down her body, drinking and closing.
When I settle between her legs she holds her breath. She is glistering wet so I know she’s still not afraid. Thats good, the blood of a heated person tastes better than that of a scared one. I lick her core from bottom to top in one go and she screams out in pleasure. I put two fingers in her, while I flick her clit with my tongue.
I normally doesn’t give a fuck about giving pleasure, but I feel generous today. I am going to kill this girl and she probably had a shitty life, atleast I can make her last moments enjoyable. As I feel her squeeze my fingers, shaking from her orgasm, I bite down on the side of her core and drink. After I close the wound, I look up at her. The blood loss is visible. She's getting pale and sleepy.
I flip her over on her belly and pull her up on her knees by her hair. She moans and whines but tries to hold herself up. I enter her hard in one go, she is tight around me and I know this won’t take long. I pound in and out of her hard and fast, her screams in pain of no meaning to me. When I feel my build up is about to be released, I thrust harder and faster while I bite down hard on her neck. My seed is flowing out of me as her blood is flowing in.
When I let go of her, her body falls down on the bed before me.

I put on my robe and open the door, calling for a servant.
The young man comes running, he lifts the body off the bed and leaves the room.
This made me feel strong, reborn, ready to kill some wolves.
I walk up to my mirror and look myself deep in the eyes.
“I know you can see me Zandra, I can feel you” I smirked at my reflection.
“I have missed you so much! Have you missed me?”
“I will see you soon”