Son Of The Devil

Lucy

This was perfect. But honestly, what did I expect running from home like I did? It was one hell of a home that I didn’t mind leaving, but now that I’ve been caught, I have to serve out my punishment. Anything could arguably be better than being the food for a very old, very hungry vampire, but that was now my fate, and I would have to stay until my sentence was over. Whenever that was supposed to be, my coven could keep me here indefinitely if they wanted to.

And by the way they had acted when I tried to run, they probably did.

Since they had all but taken over completely when the supernatural decided to show themselves to humanity, I wasn’t taken back when they told me my punishment was being a feeder for one. They knew that I hated vampires, but what I hated more was being vampire food, even if their bites were euphoric. Vampires were, first and foremost, predators, and me being half human made me a good candidate to feed them.

This particular vampire, though, scared the hell out of me. He was the son of Dracul himself, a monster the same as his seir. Boian Dracula was what nightmares were made of.

The Hellsgate coven knew how to put fear into us younger witches. Especially those of us who are not pure blooded. Mutts, they called us. They had no qualms about leaving me in the hands of this monster. I hated the immortals, but I hated the strigoi most of all. They were the reason all my close friends and family were dead. I would never trust another one again, hell, I barely trusted my own coven for the way they treated us half witches.

Naturally, my hatred for them gave the Hells Gate coven the idea for my punishment. I would do it, of course, get this over with so I could hopefully go back to my life in the commons with the others. It was almost preferable to being here. Almost. I didn’t really have friends there; us half witches knew our chances of survival were minimal compared to the others. Between being bullied and beaten by the pureblood witches, and used by the vampires, we stood little chance of living full lives. So, we tried to stay acquaintances as much as possible. But there was still someone that I was going to miss terribly, even after he made it clear he no longer cared for me.

I stared out the window of the black Chevy SUV that drove me to my doom. Dramatic, yes, but that’s how I felt the closer we got to the house. When they said the son of Dracul lived remotely, I had no idea they meant in the middle of nowhere, northern Alaska. The high mountains, tall trees, wildlife, and the miles and miles of nothing made the reality of my situation very clear. Even if I wanted to run from here, there was nowhere for me to go and the chill of the long winter that was already approaching was looming over me.

My only hope at the moment was that this particular vampire kept this business strictly on me being food, and chose to keep me alive. To be honest, I was more terrified that he would want more from me than I was willing to give. If the stories were true, I would be completely defenseless against him, his powers had no match aside from Dracul himself. When the SUV stopped in front of a large two-story cabin, my heart dropped into my stomach. I wasn’t ready, and I sure as hell was not getting out of this car without some encouragement. There were a million things I wanted to do, but going in there to be left to the mercy of a monster was not one of them.

“You can’t stay here, Lucy, you have to get out.”

I glanced at Ed, who had turned in his seat, watching me struggle with myself before turning my attention back to the cabin, and sighed.

“Well, Ed, this will probably be the last time you see me.”

Ed, of course, said nothing, just offered me a sympathetic look before turning around in his seat, waiting for me to get out so he could leave. Typical.

Hand shaking, I reached over and opened the car door, grabbing my small suitcase in hand, and stepped out.

“Goodbye, Ed.” I said, shutting the door before he could return the statement.

That was probably going to be the last time I was going to see another mortal like me. Before we left, I was given a brief run-through of what happens here, which honestly, isn’t much. One pair of vampires will come in once a month to restock supplies for the house and to see if I am dead or not. I had a feeling they hoped I would run, because the one thing they made very clear was that if I did run, I was dead. I also was not allowed to leave the grounds. They might not be visible to me, but there would always be eyes on me. I would always be watched here.

The large wood cabin was beautiful, better than anything I had lived in, even before the Hells Gate coven took me in. But the best part was the surrounding landscape around the property. The view was breathtaking with its tall mountains and giant trees that were snow covered and stretched as far as the eye could see. For as beautiful as it all was, unfortunately it was still my prison.

I sucked up all the courage I had left and made my way up the dark wooden steps of the cabin’s front porch, hesitating as I wrapped my hand around the doorknob to let myself in. Suddenly, I wanted to run, I felt the need to leave, to run as fast and as far as I could. I was in danger here and all my senses were on high alert. I took a step back as Ed drove off, leaving me alone, my feet itching to carry me away from here. But I refused to run. As much as my legs wanted me to, I knew that my fate would be death. In here at least I had a chance to bargain for my life, however small that chance might be.

Letting out the breath I didn’t know I was holding; I turned the knob and stepped into a spacious living room. All the same dark colored wood throughout, decorated in furs and heads of dead animals. One wall was made of tall, large windows that looked out into the landscape witch was fading fast with the approaching night. The fact that any vampire was up here living like a mountain man was almost laughable. A predator in a natural habitat.

It was almost eerie how quiet it was. I had grown used to the chaotic noise of the city of New Orleans that the Hells Gate coven had taken over. Even the old voodoo queens abandoned their city, choosing to make their homes elsewhere, away from these witches. The commons were on the outskirts of the main city, closer to the swamps, but we got just as much noise from cars and trains and people. Being in the middle of nowhere, Alaska, as night had just begun, the silence was speaking volumes. The longer the nights became during winter up here, the more likely I was to spend it in the vampire’s company. And man, was I scared as hell.

“You made the right choice.”

I jumped at the sudden voice behind me, turning quickly to discover the culprit, but as I turned, my eyes grew wide in shock. No one was there.

“Excuse me?” I said, speaking to the room. I could feel his eyes on me now.

“You didn’t run.” His smooth voice said from his hiding spot. “That was wise.”

Was it? As I stood in the middle of the living room, I wasn’t so sure anymore. I was the prey here. What little magic I did have would not protect me from this vampire.

“You still doubt your decision?” He asked, his voice almost too calm.

“I would have died if I had run.” I said matter of factly, feeling a little braver than I really was. “I was hoping, at least in here I could make it through the night.” It was a long shot, but I had to try.

He stepped out of the shadows of the dark hall, his tall frame walking slowly towards me. And man, was he intimidating. Boian looked as though he was a few years younger than my 30 years, but he was very very old and everything about him, from his face to the way he stalked me, was predatory, and my knees nearly gave out underneath me as I took him in. His chiseled features left me wondering why the gods gave vampires such perfect bodies. Even through his button up black shirt, dress pants and shiney shoes I could tell he was perfectly toned, and strong. His pale skin, pure white hair and red eyes were the tell-tale tell signs that he was anything but human, he was something far from mortal. I reminded myself again that I had to keep my head, I had to stay here. No matter how much this monster scared me, I would not run from him.

“How sure are you that you will make it through the night with me? Even if you do not run.” He asked, head tilting to the side as he watched me, waiting to see if I would bolt.

Of course he could read my mind, and for all I knew, that was not the extent of his powers.

“I’m not sure of anything.” I said, holding my head a little higher. “I only know that I am here to be a feeder, and I will do so. Unless you do not care for the taste of my kind?” Sometimes I wished I could stop talking when I was nervous.

He stopped inches from me, peering down at me with the deepest red eyes I had ever seen on a vampire. All I could do was stare. What do you say to someone who holds your life in their hands?

“You are either very brave or very stupid, little girl.”

“I am none of those things.” Little girl? The last time I checked, I was a full-grown woman with a few extra curves.

But the opinion I had of myself didn’t matter to him, and considering how old he was, I was a little girl.

“You’re shaking.” He said, not taking his eyes from mine.

“That tends to happen when you’re scared of something.” He was right. I could feel myself trembling.

“You are right to be scared of me. Would you like to see why?”

I already knew why I had every reason to be scared of him. Boian Dracula, son of the devil, was the only other vampire that sent fear into the hearts of other vampires, and supernatural alike. I would definitely be stupid to not be afraid of him. Especially while he studied me the way he was. I could feel him poking around in my head, looking at memories of those I loved. He showed them to me, playing them in my head like a slideshow, until one in particular flashed across my mind. Skin on skin, roaming hands, heavy breathing, and whispered love words.

I gasped, taking in air. As I slammed my eyes shut, my hands went to my ears as I fell to my knees. The tears running down my cheeks before I could stop them. Of all the things I was trying to forget I was leaving behind when I was sent to this prison, it was him.

“That’s private, is it darling?” The cruel sound of Boian’s voice felt like a slap, and I flinched.

I had just a taste of his powers and he had already brought me to my knees. Damn him. I was snatched up from the floor, his fingers digging into my upper arms as he brought me to my feet. He shook me slightly till I looked at him, the tears streaming down my face, unable to stop. But there was no sympathy in the vampire’s expression. There was nothing but malice as I watched his appearance change, features becoming more bat like, and fangs growing where they had not been before, and I whimpered.

“Listen to me, witch, nothing about you is private to me anymore. I have seen your life, and it is now mine.” A slight pressure formed in my head as he spoke to me, making any thoughts I had fuzzy. “You do not leave this house, or the grounds it is on. You belong to me now, Lucy. Let me drink from you.”

As if my body no longer belonged to me, I relaxed, head rolling to the side exposing my neck to him. I could do nothing as he pulled me in closer, one hand sliding into the hair on the back of my head, and the other gripping my arm tighter. I could feel my heart pounding with anticipation as he dipped his head down to my neck, wasting no time sinking his fangs into my skin. The sudden bliss that took over nearly knocked me out, I felt so warm and lightheaded, I never wanted it to stop. I wanted this feeling to go on forever, to never wake up, but I knew that it wouldn’t. His powers over me were stronger than I even anticipated.

From this moment forward, I was the puppet, and he held the strings.