Book 3: Chapter 7
Zayde
“Then sell me another tourist.” I offered.
“I will not sell you one of my crops, unless you mean to dispatch them Mercifully And Immediately.” Said Atto firmly.
“I will if they disobey.” I said seriously, Atto shook his head. “Why will you not part with one? Is it against the law?” I asked.
“No.” Said Mr. Dovinick… Even the humans disagreed….
“I know you mean well, but think about it.” Said Atto tapping the top of his head. “The mortal tourist will fight to the end to return home, but the farm mortal has never seen the outside world. They can’t read, they don’t know anything about technology, about how to survive, or the dangers that lurk beyond these walls. Even something as simple as a microwave is something they haven’t seen before. They cannot cook. They’ve never used a broom or mop… I try to make sure that if they are to unwillingly die, that I please the master, that none hold scar nor sour meat. Even those I eat are my private selection; free feeding isn’t allowed on the others.”
“Then let me have the one you fed off.” I offered. He looked about 35, so that wasn’t a bad age… still long enough to see something better than the fangs of a vampire.
He motioned the passed out male human on his couch. “134-A there has been my food about 40 years. He’s 58 now. Sure, there’s younger, more tender blood, but why do all that, when he is well cared for. It’s the least I can do. I don’t even lock my door… I don’t have to, nor do I have to lock them up or chain them.”
“I also drink blood… I usually buy from Interstellar, but fresh-” I was cut off.
“You won’t honeyed-word your way out of this. Take the Single tourist and begone. I will not give you any mortals to ‘save’. This isn’t an adoption center, and should one escape, or make trouble, it will make trouble with the locals And your father.” He said firmly.
“We don’t like this as much as you do… It’s nice to know that the castle vampires’ black, un-beating hearts beat for the weak, but Lord Atto treats them well.” Said the Chief Crin de Sângeof Village Police.
“Our people are safe with this place here; we have been 45 generations… we don’t want any trouble.” Said Mr. Dovinick…
“Then I have no choice but to respect it… I won’t make trouble, but can I at least ask that they learn a little bit?” I asked. As a witch, I always valued knowledge… but he shook his head.
“It would be wrong to teach them about a world they can never be a part of.” Said Atto. “They will never see upstairs unless they are merely parts wrapped in cellophane first. Go.”
He snapped his fingers… and human guards had the tourist tied up with rope… I was part of relations, but I didn’t do this… father usually did himself…
I could see why….
“Let me go!” He yelled in English with a Britt accent. The human sported a beer belly, and was balding, but he wasn’t a sinner… He held no X, but he did have a Warrior’s Spirit. That wasn’t something the vampires would know, well, they did by his actions. He fought the whole way to the car, even kicking a guard in the groin.
“You will be soon.” I said coldly in English. When I spoke back to the Vampire Lord, it was in Romanian. “Lord Atto, at least let me get one of the small children. I can teach-”
“I Said No Boy.” He snarled. “The Master has very specific laws regarding these mortals and their treatment. They are small and Weak. They suffer the unwilling sacrifice, something none of us will ever know… It isn’t fair to put their hopes up. In your care, they’ll either be a slave, or a concubine. Your heart’s in the right place, but your heart will get you into trouble.”
With that… I bowed… And the mortal was put in my car.
I paid him in cash, 10 grand in Euros for that mortal, and my demons held him down the entire way home. When I got there, I’d put him in a holding cell in the ritual room… It would be my job to feed and care for him until the new moon…
It will be my job to become the beast form I perfected for 10 years, to kneel before the master, and to sashimi him into pleasurable cuts ….
----Tiffany-----
I woke up on his bed with new, black sheets… I was also in just one of his shirts.
“Morning princess.” Said Mr. Cornwall.
I was wide awake, covering myself even though I was already clothed. I even squealed a little from the surprise… Then I felt stupid, because as a witch… I could have been dressed with magic.
“Sorry. Me and Mrs. Cornwall wished to make sure your breakfast stayed hot.” He said standing at attention, with his hands behind his back.
“We’ve served the castle since the 1400’s.” She smiled. I saw she had bull’s horns too… Wow.
She wasn’t a minotaur… was she? Her white patched black hair went to the middle of her back, but her skin tone was dark chocolate…
Those were Incredibly rare… It also meant that they wouldn’t be able to have children, since they were a kind of cursed creature… Not all minotaur were born with a mind… there was a 50/50 chance their child would be born that way… but since they both were the same… the chance would be more like 100%.... well… 99%. If they don’t have kids, I could understand why they wouldn’t…
“Thank you… What time is it?” I asked, the sun was low in the sky…
“6pm my lady.” Said Mrs. Cornwall…
“Unholy Cow!” I yelled, jumping up and running into the closet… All my clothes were hung up and tidied… our sheets were folded in a linin closet too…. “Crap! I hope I didn’t offend you!” I yelled.
They both shared a small laugh. “I was worried at first when Lord Zayde said he was picking up his wife… sight unseen… but I’m glad to see you again Lady Theophania.” Mrs. Cornwall bowed.
….It was Zayde this time who was born a royal blood… He could literally have picked anyone, but he picked me….
“I don’t remember you… or that life.” I said looking down. I’d scrambled on some leggings and a bra in the closet, but it made me feel bad that everyone knew who I was, but I didn’t know them…
“We knew that yesterday.” He chuckled. “My lady please, eat, relax. We will take our leave; the room’s clean.”
I slept the Entire time they cleaned…. But oh my Lord Below, they made sausage, eggs, bacon, French toast, and orange juice… It was 6pm… but I ate all of it. It was good… So much better than dad’s… He could cook, but some days, he’d make dinner, and it would have dirt in it from his powers.
That was rare though, only on days when he’d ripped a Rogue a new one…
Now that I was dressed and fed, I looked for my husband to be… He wasn’t on any of the floors, and I wound up in the grand reception area. A woman who looked like him was speaking to one of his brothers. I was told that Andrei had spiked hair, but this one had his hair gelled and slicked back.
“Archer, make sure the baker has the money for the cake.” She said firmly… I bet that was Hekki, their mother. “Ah, There she is! What color cake would you like, oh and what flavor too?” She beamed.
She was a rich tan, Likely coming from southern Spain… having long, curly brown hair, and orange cat eyes.
I bowed to be respectful. “I love chocolate… Could I have that with black frosting?” I asked. I already had red velvet at the Mating Ceremony party with my parents…. I could eat it every day, but chocolate was safe. A lot of people liked that flavor, and the black frosting was usually vanilla…
“Oh and we could do raspberry jam inside.” She clapped Excitedly. “Come with me! Oh, and don’t get off the broom; I want to show you everything I planned!”
Before I could ask, I was yanked with magic and placed on her broom. She flew by levitation, and I held on tight…. We had to be going about 50 miles per hour…. I distinctly remember it being 5 back home.
I was led to a ballroom…. It was enormous. The gray walls held long, thin stained glass windows that were arched with high points. The drapes that dangled down were a luscious velvet crimson…. The tablecloths were white-gray, but the carpets were black….
I had a small vision of the last time I was here… I wore a long dress, and a veil of red. The dress was light gray, the same as the tables, being linin dyed red with the blood of the innocent… The runes and symbols that lettered it were my vows…. Father collected at least a thousand mortal souls to make into the lanterns that still lit this place today…
They floated high above, about where the points to the stained glass windows ended… They depicted the Horned One, his Terrible Destruction of this world… and the return of his mate… The Moon Goddess was beautiful as she was dainty in those paintings, holding silver skin and white hair, being held by the King of Hell…
“Is this alright?” Hekki asked hesitantly.
“It’s beautifully gothic.” I smiled. “…I just had a thought… You all don’t have my original dress, do you?” I asked.
“No, but we do have a replica. It’s also a little longer than last time so the runes are only on the train…. Want to see it?” Hekki asked excitedly. “I remember your first time… You got married here with Zayde… We didn’t kill as many mortals this go round though.” She smiled.
“That’s good to know… I assume Zayde’s out… hunting.” I admitted.
“He is. As it is bad luck for him to see your dress, it is bad luck to see his beast. He loves you, but he hasn’t bound himself to you yet… not fully.” She said worriedly looking at the door.
“Beast magic is fickle... it’s why I learned about it, but I never tried it. When I was younger, I thought of being a wolf to fit in… but when I read about the heart eating and the lack of true control without a handler… I backed out.” I admitted. “Even though there aren’t really humans around, I didn’t want to risk attacking fellow pack members.”
There was more to it than that… That one was mindless until they ate at least 100 hearts… 100 Fresh Hearts… The other reason why I didn’t want to learn this. Eating stuff like that changes witches if they aren’t careful…
“Zayde’s problem is that he’s not even a hundred yet. It can take a little time to truly master not only the form, but the control too. He’s got the form, but lacks the latter. It also doesn’t help that of all the creature forms we have documented, he chose the hardest one.” She said shaking her head.
“Now I want to know.” I complained.
“Too bad… Let’s go see if that dress fits.” Hekki flew off again, and the broom took me with her.
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