Chapter 44 - A new world

***Triggerwarning! This chapter contains sexual violence.***

**Ambrogios pov**

The world has indeed changed while I’ve been gone.
I am walking up a street and the area should be known to me. I remember the time when it was a forest with a field attached to it, I remember when people found it and settled there and a village grew, I remember when the village became a small town with cobbled streets and the sound the horses hooves made, pulling the fine peoples carts to where they would go.
Oh, and the fine people, especially the women..the beautiful dresses, the chaste way of life and the shy glances, proving dreams of escaping it with a tall handsome stranger in the dark, and who am I to deny such dreams.
But now, this town has become a city. A city that never sleeps.
Neon signs offering service all hours, naked girls in windows offering the same.
Its a buffet of cheap fast food and it doesn’t do anything for my appetite.

I keep walking towards the outskirts of the city, the feeling of getting away from these self-destructive people is almost overwhelming. How did it go so wrong, that you do not value your life, that you would rather give up than fight for what you want?
I turn my gaze to the starry night sky.
“Is this your doing Father?” I speak out load
“Did they not follow your rules so you dammed them to misery?”
I chuckled for my self.
“Do you normally speak to the sky?” A voice so clear it sounded like harp music to my ears says behind me.
As I turn around I almost fall.
Her hair was so bright it reminded me of silver, her eyes a warm grey, full lips that you can kiss and suck on for a whole night..Zandra..
“Are you all right sir?” The beautiful voice snapped me back
It was not Zandra but it was a striking resemblance, too similar to be a coincidence.
“Sir?” she said again and I realize I am staring at her, making her uncomfortable.
“Oh, I’m sorry miss, you just startled me” I answer polite.
“Then it is me that is sorry, let me make it up to you, the first one is on the house!” She says and point to the door behind her.
Its an old pub of sorts. No neon signs or naked girls in the windows. A big hand-carved wooden sign over the door and the side windows reads:
***Maribells Pub***
I give her a smile an a nod of acceptant.
“Only if I dont have to drink alone” I say, trying to hide the eagerness to get to know her.
She lets out a giggle and turns to open the door.
“After you my good sir” She giggles again and bows theatrically while she holds up the door and lets me pass.
The pub is quite small. Some booths, a rounded bar-counter with high chairs in front of a mirror wall with shelves containing various liquor bottles. A total of six taps offer cider, stout and beer. Dark wood, creamy white walls, a dartboard, a pool table. There are just a few customers, probably regulars. A man stands behind the bar with a cloth in his hand as if he is ready to intervene if someone should spill something. The place is very clean and tidy.
The girl is showing me to a booth and I sit down.
“So, what's your poison?” She asks
I look at her and a few answers go through my mind..Young wiches, sex, blood, Zandra…
“Something red and warm, preferably room temperature” I answer and give her a smile of my own, knowing most women can’t resist it.
“My kind of customer! A glass of the best red wine the house have to offer is coming right up!” I watch her as she walks away and round the bar to get us our drinks.
I could tell her she can save some money and just hand me a glass of water, I won’t be able to taste the wine anyway but I don’t. Alcohol does very little to me but it feels good sometimes, so when she comes back, I take the glass and and rise it against her own, hearing the clean tone of the crystall as they touch in a silent toast.
“So, do you?” She asks and her question confuses me.
“Do I what?”
“Do you normally talk to the sky?”
“Oh!..Sometimes, when no one else is around to answer my questions I guess” I answer, taking another tasteless sip on my wine. I can feel its warmth passing down my body and I don’t hate it, it feels good in a way, normal I guess.
“Me too! I often talk to all the idiots up there.” The girl says
“All the idiots?..is there more than one God you mean?” This was getting very interesting.
“Probably not..or I should say probably none. I’m not a religious person but I grew up with a lot of stories about a lot of different Gods. It was our ordinary God, he is the father of the humans, his sisters, The triple Goddess, she is the mother to witches, then there is the Goddess of nature Gaia, the wolf goddess Selene and a bunch of others.”
“So, he has a family?! God I mean.” I chuckled, trying to hide what I was feeling inside.
“Yup, and a very dysfunctional at that I may add” she answered taking a deep sip from her wine.
“I would love to hear more..you spoke of witches, do you belive they exist?” I’m looking for any signs of dishonesty in her face, but I find none.
“Sure, I know they do. But not like in the fairytales where they can come and go in a poof of smoke or fly around on a broomstick. Take my great grandma for an example, she is the one telling me all these stories by the way, she can mix herbs to make you better when you are sick, she has this beautiful garden with flowers that shouldn’t be able to grow on this continent and she almost always know what you are going to say before you say it. She is one with nature and the life around her and that is what a witch is to me.” She smiles and I can see the love she has for the woman.
“Sounds like a special lady” I say.
“Yeah, grandma Zandra is great, I really miss her” She stands up and head for the bar.
I feel my insides tremble. A descendant of Zandra, was it possible? Had she managed to heal and get a normal life despite what I did to her? Had she had lovers? Spouses? Raised children? I empty my glass and hurry out of the pub before the young woman returns.
I walk back the way I came, towards the neon signs and the cheap buffet. My feelings were all over the place and that was really out of character for me. Anger, revenge and hunger..that was the extent of what made me feel something on a normal day. But this, this was feelings I didn’t knew I could feel anymore. Loss, betrayal, longing, hurt, jealousy…
I slow down as I come up on a group of women standing outside a nightclub, trying to sell themseves to every man they se. Cheap trash. I scan the group from a distance. A strawberry blonde girl in a tight yellow dress that would roll up to her waist if she leaned forward, convenient but not appealing. A pale girl with black hair and a latex dress, no thank you..another blond in short shorts and swelling thighs, and behind her was what I was looking for. I saw the hair first, silver, probably a wig but I didn’t care, a lean body in a loose dress.
I walked up to the group and they all saw me at the same time, pouted their lips, tossed their hair and blinked their long lashes, trying to look seductive. The girl in the silver wig kept in the back, maybe she was new? Well, she was what I wanted tonight.
I stretched out my hand for her to take without saying anything and she takes it and follows me..stupid trusting humans..
I feel her warm hand in mine, just like Zandras when we walked through the forest all those years ago. Zandra, the love of my life..in the end not even Mateivia could compare to her. I remember how she looked me in the eyes and kissing me outside the cave, it was real, it was love, I know it was..I remember the feeling when I took he virginity, her screams of pain when she tore under me over and over again, the taste of her blood as I licked her clean in the morning.. Again I feel the jealousy in my body. How could she take another lover after that? Did she enjoy it? Did she love him? Was she raped again? Images of her giving her self to other men flashes in my mind and rage consumes me.
I drag the girl into an abandoned ally when we passed the last neon sign and push her against the wall.
“How could you!??” I scream at the terrified scared face. It wasn’t Zandra, she didn’t look at her at all so I turned her around, seeing only the silver hair and the slim body. With one hand on her neck I pressed her against the wall and tore off her dress with the other.
“You liked what I did to you so much that you found it with others!?”
I yank her hips from the wall making her face glide down the rough bricks and her skin tare, the smell of blood in the air was just fuel to my rage.
“Please, let me go, I don’t want this, please sir, stop hurting me!” I hear the girl cry.
I grab her hair and to my surprise I discover its not a wig, which is perfect as it don’t come of as i pull it and smash her head against the wall. Not making her pass out but to get dizzy enough to stop complaining.
“Shut the fuck up! You like being fucked? You like being torn apart?” I scream to her.
I am back in the cave with Zandra, but I am not with her, I am standing against the wall watching other men on the bed with her. They are kissing and licking her, one has his dick between her legs pounding in and out, one is a child of mine sucking blood from her breast..
I open my pants and in one go I enter the girl hard, one hand still fisting her hair and the other holding her hip. She screams of pain, but I don’t care, I want to pound these images out of my head, I want to make her unable to feel anyone but me ever again. I let go of her hair and grab her other hip. With my rage I feel myself grow even bigger and harder and I thrust faster,harder and deeper, the girls head breaking more against the wall with every hit, I hear her skull break at the same time I feel her insides tore apart and I yank her head up by the hair and burry my teeth in her neck, drinking my fill. As I feel her blood surrounding my cock and I come harder than I have in a long time screaming her name..screaming Zandra…
The girl is dead and falls to the ground with a thud when I back away.
Her body pale, bloody, broken and I feel empty. Was this what I had become? A maniac who couldn’t tell reality from fantasy anymore? A broken girls last nightmare?
As I turn to leave, I hear a faint gurgling sound, I stop and listen harder..yes, there in was, a heartbeat..I turn back to the girl and squat down beside her, pushing a bloody strand of hair from her face.
I don’t know why, maybe I don’t want to feel like a rotten murderer/rapist, but I bite down in my own wrist before pressing it to the girls lips, letting my blood drip into her mouth. This will not turn her, only heal her. She will wake up in this ally, probably with a nasty headache and with little to no memory. In order to turn she would have to drink a hole lot more.
I see the wound on her forehead starting to close so I stand up and walk away.

As I enter my chambers I go straight for my bed. I’m staring up the ceiling, thinking about the night Ive had. I’m tempted to show Zandra. Show her I met her grand daughter and what pleasant time we had drinking wine together. Or maybe show her what I did to the girl in her name, but I decide I will keep it a secret for now. She would probably warn the granddaughter, making it impossible for me to get to know her, and I really want to know her, get her to tell me all about Zandras life. I close my eyes and I feel a smile form on my lips and as I feel the sleep closing in I hear a knock on the door and someone comes in.
“I’m sorry to disturb you Master, but Dunkan is asking for you, he says its time.” One of my high commands is standing with a sad look on his face, telling me Duncan, my firstborn is about to die.
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