Vampire King’s Little Killer

Vampire cult: is an alternative lifestyle and subculture based around the mythology of and popular culture based on vampires.

Tessa

“Well, I guess I should tell you from the start. It might came a shock to you but I want you to open up your mind about us. Promise me not to run out of here once I tell you about who we really are.”

He gave me a little chuckle promising me that he won’t. He looked at me as if I was out of my mind. But I sat straighter trying to compose myself, after two decades of being a vampire it was my first time telling anyone what I truly was and not killing them in the end.

Do I want to tell him? Yes. Do I wish he stumbled on the knowledge of me and Nero being vampires instead of me sitting to his front trying to compose my words? Yes, please.

I cleared my throat before I start my explanation. “My name is Tessa and I’m a Xerxes, my husband, my mate, your future king is Nero Severus Xerxes. He is a vampire and so am I.” I paused trying to get a feel of how crazy did he think I was. Strangely, Emilian stayed quiet. Well, okay… honestly, he looked shocked, his jaw dropped and it seemed like he was ready to put me into the nearest mental hospital in the vicinity. But Emilian remained still, and he let me continue whatever bullshit he thinks I was going to throw at him before confessing that I was indeed joking.

My expression must’ve hit his train of thought because he closed his mouth and finally stare at me and ask. “You’re telling the truth, aren’t you?”

I nodded and he got a little bit paler.

“W-why me?” he asked while he sat up in his bed and I could hear his heart beating faster while his eyes didn’t leave mine. Emilian bravely put up a front though probably knowing that he couldn’t leave the bed if I decided so.

“I told you before, I felt a pull towards you. I’m sorry if I can’t provide you with further explanation. But if you accept, I would like you to be one of us. I will sire you as my own. Our prince. And you will have to never endure anything like before…”

“Before… you mean… you watched me, didn’t you?” he asked as he sat up straighter, his heart raced like he was ready to accuse me of something terrible. “I felt someone was watching me the last couple of days before my mom passed away. It was you, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, it broke my heart seeing how you fend for yourself on the street. I watched how you’d do anything to take care of your mom…”

“You saw me do all that and you stayed back?” there was anger in his voice. Maybe I should be feeling a little guilty but I didn’t. Ugh… these damn rollercoasters of emotions are still forcing me to hit and miss in certain situations.

“Yes, I did and I’m sorry, but Nero told me to. He wanted me to be sure, he wanted me to get to know the real you, and the man knows that I haven’t been this emotional way back when I was still a human. Uh… I’ll tell you all about that when the time came.”

But Emilian didn’t care about my excuse. Instead, he went straight on telling me off. “You could’ve helped me save my mom, but you didn’t? and now you wanted me to be your own? what kind of sick person are you?”

Huh… his words suddenly hit me in the chest. Nero must’ve felt me through our bond because he was by my side seconds later. His hand was on my shoulder as if he was trying to comfort me though he knew that there was nothing he could do to ease the phantom feeling that pained me beyond any flesh wound.

“Emilian, your mom had the smell of death. She was embracing her final hours. We could save her and I’m truly sorry that we chose not to. I know by watching you that you cared for her and that your mom meant so much to you. I’d imagine she’d be resting by now, free from her pain. After all of her struggle, don’t you want that for her?” Nero gently told him, his voice was calming him down and I could hear Emilian’s heartbeat coming back to normal.

“I guess…” He looked at Nero, then looked at me. I could see the hesitation in his eyes already.

“Nero, maybe this is not meant to be. Maybe we should just go back home?” I asked. Honestly, I was feeling a little bit lost. Maybe I needed to go back and get back to my drawings and my toys.

“Ssh… my Queen, why don’t we let things as is for now. Give Emilian time to think it over. The doctor is waiting outside, why don’t we let him take care of his hand and we’ll talk more tomorrow night.”

Nero ushered me out of Emilian’s room and I follow his lead. I looked at Emilian one last time, just in case he decided that being one of us was no longer his choice.

“Come on, let’s get you rested. You’d be an amazing mother for him, he was just still struggling from his loss. I don’t want you to think too much about it.”

The night was still young, but I feel strangely emotional when I let Nero cuddle me until it was time for us to rest.

*****

When the next evening arrived, I was surprised to see Emilian was waiting for us.

“I’m sorry about yesterday. I’ve been thinking, and I want to apologize. My mom wouldn’t want me to be that rude. You have helped me, and I am thankful for it.”

“Okay,”

“And… um, if you still want me…”

“You want to be our Prince?” I cut his unsure suggestion and questioned him directly.

“Prince?”

“Of course, our Prince, I’m a Queen and Nero is our King, by agreeing to be sired by me you’d be one of our sons, our Prince,” I explained when Nero took a seat on the nearby sofa, while I joined Emilian and sat beside him.

“How many siblings will I have? I’ve never had a brother or sister before.” He asked looking a bit more relaxed and curious at the notion that he would have someone to confide in. Family, and not wanting to be alone, was the feeling that I got from him.

“Well… you’re in for a treat. We have five sons and one daughter, they are all older than you… wayyy older than you.” I grinned and he finally smiled at me. Nero got up and kissed the top of my head, already giving me the go-ahead.

“So… what do I need to do to be adopted by you?”

“Okay, here comes the hard part,”

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“Well yes… I have to drain your blood then you’d drink mine to complete the process. From there, I basically have to nurture you for weeks until you can feed for yourself.”

Emillian laughed, then he laugh louder until his laughter slowly died down when he saw that none of us were laughing with him.

“You’re being serious, aren’t you?”

“Well, of course…”

“Oh shit, you’re serious when you say that you’re a vampire? here I thought you’re just some rich castle-dwelling family with a crazy fascination with a vampire cult.” His eyes were staring at us like he couldn’t believe it. There was shock in his eyes, but not fear. Thankfully, he didn’t fear us.

“Really? Nero, is there even such a thing?” I looked at my king, he had lived the longest he must’ve known something about it.

Nero laughed and told me of course there is. “Those crazy neighbors of ours, a mile north from us. They kept on inviting us for dinner and we always refused just because it was weird seeing humans wanting to be like us. Plus, I don’t like their style. Seriously, if you’re that eccentric wanting to be a vampire, at least do your research and not copy everything from some blockbuster movies.”

“So, you’ve been there?”

“Yeah, once, and let’s not get off track here and get back to our future Prince?”

Emilian blushed while his eyes ping-ponged between me and Nero.

“So, yes to answer your question we are the real thing. I’m the king of one of the oldest Vampire clans. Should you become our son, you will be our Prince and will get assigned bodyguards. You wouldn’t have to worry about money. Then, when you are ready, it could be years or decades from now, you will be assigned a territory to rule. But for now… just know that we will take care of you as part of our family.” Nero explained, his voice was clear and exuded authority.

“Wow…”

“Right?” I grinned and Emilian looked at me with a whole new perspective and I was liking it. Who knew that King Nero was good at convincing people to join our cult? Eh… I mean our Clan.

“So, what do you say?”

“I say, yes, how would you like to drain my blood?”