“He’s a bit sensitive right now,” she added.
Alek, completely ignoring Roni, leaned down and inhaled her scent. His throat gave soft growling sounds, as he buried his face in her neck.
It was awkward as she was shorter than him, even being 5’9 in five-inch heels. His mouth opened and she felt his tongue dance across her skin. She released a shiver, breathing hard through her nose. She wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but she was growing increasingly uncomfortable. Alek’s hand released her neck and suddenly she was in his arms being devoured.
His lips desperately taking hers.
Loss
ALEK
Alek thought he’d learned how to lose someone.
Long ago he began to understand being a Vampire. His mother, one of the first kind; gently pointed at the village boy who rested at the bottom of a rocky hillside. His body broken, unlike Alek who’d jumped from it and landed with no problem.
“You cannot play with humans, they are delicate.” She’d led him away, so that they would not be met by the other humans as they continued their journey. He’d grown up herding sheep and playing games like any child. Only, he’d played with his own kind. They’d wandered like the lost people of dying kingdoms.Those very same children treated them with weary looks, and their parents never allowed them to sit at the fires with his people.
Alek hadn’t thought anything about his difference from the boys who played in the water and danced with their fathers in mock war dances. Until the day he saw his first friend die.
After that he’d learned that time was something his people did not fear. Some like him grew mad when they realized the warm cups of red sheep blood would soon be the blood of those they shared laughs and food with.
So, as time continued its flow forward, he’d grown to understand that the young boys he’d played with as children, later the men he joined for drinks at the fire would eventually become the grandfathers who told stories from the warmth of their tents.
Over time the land his people lived on experienced many changes to something less recognizable. Time and history brought battle after battle to the land of sand and sun. He found himself moving north, to explore the world and see what these humans, these delicate Beings had to offer. As he traveled, he found he could transform some humans to be like him. Though he quickly realized that only those of great strength could take his blood and become true Vampires like him.
Some others who wished to be like him but did not have the blood of The First, tried to emulate him and create their own Covens. Those rats were nothing in comparison to his kind, as they did not experience death to become Nobles. They were born Vampires and grew into the role, growing stronger over time to be as he was, a true immortal.
Even still he’d lost children, and friends to their greed and ego. Some he’d had to kill with his own hands to maintain order and keep the peace. Once he found his queen and learned that she could bear his children, his heart grew elated knowing hewould not only have a family that would not slowly drift away. He believed that his heart could know a life of the simplest joys even in the face of his enemies.
Love.
He’d lived that life in peace, their land hidden under the Veil, away from the powerful Unseelie who wished to conquer their brethren and the Elves, who sought to destroy what wasn’t theirs. He’d hidden away, protecting his kingdom and once the Elves and Unseelie were overthrown, he’d decided to guide the humans from behind the scenes. To keep the Beings and the Humans from clashing.
The night he lost everything; The Council came into being. As his kingdom burned to the ground, The Council took its first steps into government.
The once strong Noble Vampires disappeared overnight. His heart shattered, and his pride was in tatters. He and his sons alone were what remained of the once prosperous Delgado family.
Alek knew loss well and had grown heartily sick of it.
The minute Lanias slipped from his fingers and vanished before his eyes. He lost all reason. The madness that he had suffered in silence was unleashed on the masses. All of whom immediately regretted being within arm’s reach of him.
Even as he second guessed his actions, he roared. “Where is she?!”
He grabbed the Troll, who’d attacked him in effort to pull him off a Werewolf he’d steadily punched until his face looked like ground beef.
“Bring her to me.”
The dizzy feeling of using every single ounce of power within him to slaughter those who refused to return to him that which he’d claimed as his. Fueled him to continue this blood bath. The smell of blood egging him on, the sound of bones breaking musicto his ears. The spiraling red mist lashing out like a whip at any who dared to draw too near.
He didn’t care if he took every single life in the cramped bar. He only knew that Lanias had been taken from him, and it was because of this place that she was no longer by his side. The beast within him howled in pain and sadness due to her absence.
Soon there was nothing to break, or shatter. No one to kill, the bar fell into a dreary silence as he collapsed atop a pile of corpses. A bottle in his hand, he took a swig, but it did nothing to satisfy him.
He looked at the bodies, daring one of them to heal and rise so that he could tear them apart again. Alek wondered mildly if it was a breach in his contract to have slaughtered so many Beings. He frowned, mentally counting the bodies lying on the floor. He was midway to thirty-six when a sweet scent filled his nose.
“Alek?”
Turning he met the gaze of his Witch. She looked frazzled, and there was something behind her. But his entire focus was on the woman that had entered his life and revived the soul he’d sworn did not exist.
