The Revelation

Lord Syndril’s POV

The night had always been my domain, a realm where I wielded control with an iron grip. Yet, as I watched her—the newly awakened Caroline—struggle with the reality of her transformation, I felt an unfamiliar tug at the strings of my conscience. She was a creature of beauty and power now, a reflection of the very essence I had bestowed upon her. Caroline's metamorphosis was complete, and the monster she had become was both a mirror to my own existence and a stark contrast to the fearful human she once was. Her crimson eyes, a marker of our kind, glinted with a mix of confusion and dawning realization.

I could sense the thirst that ravaged her, a primal urge that all of our kind experienced upon awakening. It was a hunger that could only be sated by the life essence of others, a truth I knew she would grapple with in the hours to come. As she moved with newfound grace, I saw the power coursing through her veins, a power that she had yet to fully comprehend or control. It was a gift and a curse, one that would define her existence from this moment forward. Despite the changes, there was a resilience in her, a defiance that challenged the very nature of what I had done. It was a quality I admired, yet it posed a question I had not anticipated. Could Caroline embrace her new identity, or would she become a threat to the order I had so carefully maintained?

As she questioned me, her voice laced with a blend of fear and defiance, I knew that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges. But for now, I remained the enigmatic figure she sought to understand, the architect of her new reality, and the keeper of secrets that would unravel in due time. For now, the most important thing is for her to listen to me. I have only just returned from a long slumber, so my kingdom is fragile. My brother has done little to ensure peace in my absence. If my home is any indicator, I dread to see the rest. In truth I could have prolonged Carolines transformation but that is what got me here in the first place. I shake my head knowing I can not second guess myself now. I made up my mind a long time ago.

As the initial shock subsided, Caroline's demeanor shifted from confusion to a cautious acceptance. Her questions became less about the 'what' and more about the 'how'. How would she live? How would she feed? The practicalities of her new existence began to dawn on her, and I found myself oddly compelled to guide her through them.

A sudden change in her line of questions had pulled me out of my own thoughts. “Why me?” Her lips trembled as a stray tear streamed down her face.

Not that was a hard question to answer when it happened so long ago. “Are you familiar with your families' origins?”

“I thought I did,” she gave a long pause as she mulled over her thoughts. “Now I am not so sure. For a long time, I had thought my father’s stories were just fictional stories.”

I node in understanding, “There is some truth in every story. No matter how unlikely it seems.”

“Will you tell me the truth?” She spoke in a soft whisper. If it wasn’t for my enhanced hear I too would struggle to understand her.

I twisted my pink ring around my finger as I imagined how she must be feeling right now. The hunger should be setting in soon and that will affect her judgment. It will be hard to keep a clear head as the blood lust sets in. “I will never lie to you.” You just have to ask the right questions.

She asked once more, I know I can’t stall an answer much longer. “Why did it have to be me?”

I sighed, pulling us over to the seating area. “This will be a long conversation so please sit.” I pointed to the spot next to me but she decided to sit as far away as possible. “A long time ago our families had a long and bloody war. Many lives had been lost on both sides, human and vampire alike.”

“I understand from my father’s stories we had been a kind of hunter back then.” She added in while playing with her hands. “I guess we hunted vampires?”

I tilted my head in agreement, “More like supernatural hunters.” I steal a glance of her, and I can’t help but think about what finding her means for me. “We don’t know for sure how it happened but at some point, the witches got involved. Normally we avoid other supernatural's at all costs.” This story is exactly why I refused to work with them to begin with. “Seraphina, was the strongest witch I had ever encountered. My father had recruited when it looked as if the hunters would win.”

“What does she have to do with us?” She asked her impatience clear.

"She was the linchpin in our struggle, the one who could shift the balance of our war." I paused, lost in the depths of remembrance. "But when tragedy struck, and her son fell to the hunters, our fate began to unravel. Caught in a forbidden embrace with a hunter's daughter, his untimely demise became the harbinger of our downfall." She was hanging on to every word I spoke. “She blamed my father for their involvement in the war. She had said his greed for power would be the downfall of our family.” I swallowed down a gulp of amber liquid. “She made sure that our families would never fight again by intertwining our fates.” I locked eyes with Caroline, “I can only drink blood from your lineage. The real kicker though is when I don’t feed I go into a sleep like state. It isn’t pleasant but I will never die.”

Understanding dawned in her eyes. "Is that why I'm essential to you? You need me to feed from?"

"Indeed," I confirmed solemnly. "Your lineage has struggled to flourish, a plight I suspect is yet another facet of the witch's curse."

“Then why turn me?” She asked the one question I am not ready to answer. “I will tell you about that another time.” While we spoke, I could see the signs of hunger on her face. “You need to feed,” I roll my sleeve up to expose my wrist.

“Doesn’t it need to be human blood?” She looked disgusted st the thought.

I shook my head, “Our bond is special. You can feed from me, it will make you stronger.”

The moment had arrived for Caroline to embrace the primal aspect of her new existence, the first feeding. As her sire, I was to guide her through this rite of passage. The air was charged with a mix of trepidation and anticipation. I could feel the weight of the moment upon us both, a pivotal point that would forever alter her path.

I offered her my wrist, a gesture of trust and necessity. "Gently," I instructed, my voice a calm whisper against the backdrop of her racing pulse. "Let instinct guide you."

Hesitant at first, she looked into my eyes, seeking reassurance. Finding it, she leaned in, her breath a warm caress on my skin. Then, with a tentative grace, she bit down. The connection was immediate and profound. I felt a surge of energy, a shared current that flowed between us. It was more than physical sustenance; it was an exchange of life, a binding of souls. The sensation that followed had been unexpected, but not unwelcomed. Every pull of blood she took I could feel her grow stronger. As she drank, I witnessed the transformation take hold. Her strength grew, her senses sharpened, and a newfound power began to unfurl within her. It was a sight both wondrous and sobering.

When she finally pulled away, there was a glimmer of the eternal in her eyes a spark that spoke of the infinite night. She had crossed the threshold, and there was no turning back. In that moment, I knew that Caroline had fully stepped into her role within our ancient order. She was no longer merely a fledgling; she was a force to be reckoned with.