Chapter 1
These days they call me blood whore. Yes, they call me Lady too but only because they have to. I've never been anyones favorite person. A little too MUCH. Not at all like the other demure girls I grew up with. Fire in my heart and a complete lack of fear in repercussions had many people wagging their tongues long before they called me by my new name. In truth, I was an outcast. I never knew why I could never fit in but I never really cared either.
I was high born. If my story had been written by anybody else I would have married a Duke. But my story wasn't written for my mother and father or even for the world that I'd been born into. My story was written long ago. By a seer that died 100s of years ago in a place no one in my land believed in. A dark fairy tale told to scare children over fire light. A land of magic, more bad than good but powerful nonetheless. More powerful than any of us.
The night they came, we thought ourselves prepared. And we were prepared, prepared for the dangers of mortal men. We had heard tales of strangers in our land and the ghastly events that seemed to follow them but we did not believe them. Everyone said the commoners had a tendency to get bored and make up stories. That they were gullible. When fear started to spread over our land, we laughed behind our closed gates at how utterly silly people could be.
I say we but I guess I should say them. I never laughed, I knew in my heart that something big was coming. That something was shifting our world. I felt it without knowing what it was. Ever since I had turned 5 years old there had been many things in my life I had just known. I also knew when they came that they would come for me. And they did.
Now I know why. I am a blood witch. Born not of blood but prophecy. I am not like the rest of these witches. They were born into this life, trained from birth mother to daughter, honing their magical abilities from the age of 5 till 18. At 18 they begin their training in the ways of pleaure and how best to feed their master. Their blood being the only sustenance desired by the vampires of this world. A blood witch is born to serve, protect and satisfy one vampire.
The blood running through my veins is different though, highly sought after. I wasn't born for one vampire, they all feel a lust for me and my blood. From what I've heard it tastes of goddesses and sunlight, berries and cream, cigars and whisky. My taste is different upon the tastes of the client. And I say client because that is what they are. They are not my masters, as I serve them they service me. I guess that's why I chose to belong to them all. That is why they call me blood whore.
