The Mad -Dog & The All-Father

Fear, pain, exhilaration, joy, all were a melting pot when flying through the midnight; carried on rapid feet, fuelled by blood.

You cried out as Muninn made an expert descent.

Agile, and controlled even with the slowly closing gash in her golden crown. The long winding roads, surrounded by withering trees, revealed the stone path crested by cast iron gates. The dark entrance to your family's ancestral home.

Rocks sprayed up in the air, as Muninn and the others came to a grinding halt.

Rudy hummed joyfully, skipping ahead with Cleo's casual bitch-face following close in tow, but Woden stood at the gates, you could see his wonder as the Blonde raven let you down to your feet, steadying you with a helping arm.

"What is he just standing there for?" You muttered, gazing at the old man who beheld the grand silhouette of the mansion in the short distance ahead.

Moonie tutted at you "Anyone rocks up to a house like that, they're gonna stop to look."

Maybe she was right, but something else lingered in the way he stood as if confronting an old enemy... or meeting an even older friend. You walked to his side and saw the subtle reservations in his singular gaze.

"What's with the look, getting cold feet?" You asked, coddling your broken arm, slouching as to hold together your broken ribs.

The Black-Feather shook his head, words hanging on his open lips "Just thinking about old appointments. This place... it..." the light in his pale eye seemed to reignite and it made him frown deeply "My thoughts are not your concern, but they are."

They? What was he talking about-

The image before you was the familiar image of your driveway, a long straight line to the mansion, tall dark trees framing the quiet path ahead... but, a deep stirring feeling ached in your chest, and as if by instinct you felt the desire to draw out whatever the Old man saw.

You blinked only once before the true image became clear. Hidden among the shadowed trunks, shining above in the slowly swaying branches were a great many lights shining like rubies in a bonfire...

The vampiric eyes dotted from the gate to the mansion itself, all watching from the shadows. every last one of them was fixed on the Old Man, staining the night with a predatory air.

The Mansion staff must have sensed him coming, the only reason they didn't attack was because of your presence.

"This is insane, it's like I can feel as they feel, think as they think. Is this what it means to be a Vampire lord, eh Nox?"

"They do not trust him," Moonie whispered.

You nodded, chuckling nonchalantly "I don't blame them, I don't trust him either."

Woden raised an eyebrow, but you gestured "Let's go, Mr. Wyse. The sooner I get a shower and bed, the better." You walked forward, pausing to turn back "...consider that your invitation."

Smirking coldly, Wyse put a hand in each pocket and followed after you.

The red eyes passed by, growing evermore tense as you grew closer to the mansion. The Old man seemed more fascinated with the mansion itself than concerned for his life, and that said enough to spell volumes.

"He is powerful, that much is clear. There has to be what? 100?-
200 Vampires here and he barely flinched. He's hard to read, more shadow than man. How does he hide his curse so well? he even walks like a normal guy."

All came to head at the foot of the mansion, where again in the blink of an eye, a tightly formed group of twenty figures stood vigilantly, eyes wide and burning, teeth bore in a silent hiss.

They were of every shape and size, but they were all pale as **** and wore long overcoats. You noticed the onyx/yellow stripes that ran down their sleeves.

"Yellow-Jackets."

At their head was just who you suspected. Belle stepped out, looking between you and Woden nervously. Although when she spotted your wounds, she dashed to your side, ignoring Woden's eerie aura.

She wrapped her arms around you, careful to not hurt you "You leave the House for five minutes and-"

You darted in pecking her lips, reassuring her with a white grin "We're all fine. Just a bad experience at the kennel."

She eyed Woden, who fixed her with his piercing gaze.

"Don't worry about him, let's get inside before my arm falls off, alright?"

She took the other side, forcing a groan out of you as both she and Moonie helped escort you in. Woden strode forward, the Yellow-Jackets persisting in blocking his way, glowering at him, You waved an exasperated hand.

"Clear off, boys and girls. Everything is under control." and yet they remained. Woden merely folded his arms.

Huffing you walked with help up towards the group, some finally took their eyes off of the old man, their masks obscuring their faces... but you could tell that they were afraid.

Approaching a particularly tall man, you placed a hand on his shoulder, looking out at the others "He won't hurt anyone. You can go."

"Master." The Man grumbled "This one is dangerous. He cannot be trusted."

"You trust me?" You asked. The tall Vampire paused in silence, you patted him softly "Go on, all of you, I got this."

The man nodded and the Yellowjackets parted, allowing you to pass.

You felt much better when you crossed the threshold into your home, the mahogany walls, old paintings, soft brown oaken floors, and fur rugs allowed your mind to relax to the point where you had half a mind to fall to your knees right there and sleep off your wounds.

But the night was Young and there was still much to be done.

However, Cleo stood at the tall passage to the lounge where you intended to sit and speak with the Black-feather. She had a grim look on her hawkish face.

"Even when she scowls she's pretty as a peach"

"What's the matter?" You asked, softly. She hesitated "It's, the Mad-Dog, He's back."

Woden tensed.

"Pops?" You nodded happily "Good if anyone can help us figure out this conundrum of mine then..." but there was something in her eyes, something daunting. Looking to Belle and Moonie, you slid away doing your best to stand on your own "Sit this one out, we won't be long."

"But-" Belle protested.

"I'll be alright, I promise."

Moonie sighed, gently taking Belle by the arm "Come on, Bella. Charlie needs blood, we'll go for a quick hunt, get some fresh. I heard about some arsonists in Old town?"

Belle bit her lips "Arsonists are my favourite."

"I know," Moonie said. Belle blew you a kiss before, glaring at Woden and making her way out through the front doors. The Blonde gave you a sweet smile before vanishing after Belle.

"Your Blooded admire you, Dark-Sun."

"My blooded? from what I understand, I'm just the substitute."

"Never did like stand-ins. As much as they try, they are always merely a mirage compared to the true original."

Your eyes narrowed, what was he getting at? "it's good that I'm not so shy about fresh faces these days then."

"I fear it is the old ones, that concern us now."

Limping into the lounge, the gentle smell of smoke and incense burned. Standing as a shadow in the firelight, tall and dark against the blazing fireplace stood the lean form of Artorias Drake.

The black scales that coated his armoured suit glittered subtly and the huge mechanical helmet, fit with sharp jaws was fixed on an object, draped in a black sheet on the hearths' mantle.

Woden's air changed as he saw the figure, striding boldly toward him. You followed curiously, listening keenly as Mr. Wyse whispered "Every day and every night, I have thought about returning to this place. But never once did I expect to see the echo of the man you once were. standing as if untouched by time."

Pops reached up, prying open his toothy helmet to reveal his neat, ash-white hair and brilliant golden eyes, watching from a youthful but diligent face. Artorias eyed Woden, his nostrils creasing in a gaze, cold and stolid.

"What in the sam hell are you doing, bringing this bastard here?" Pops asked, spite curled in his eyebrows, making his golden eyes seem narrow; almost predatory. Woden merely opened his arms, grinning as he approached your grandpa. To Woden Wyse, it was as if they were old friends.

Artorias showed him just how wrong he was. The sharp muzzle closed over his face, the metal jaws ready to bite into the flesh if the Mad-Dog desired.

But he didn't attack as Woden approached. "You should back off. I don't want the Boy to see me bloody. Not in the state that you've roused him into."

The Black-Feather curled his lip and shrug "I have no idea what you're talking about. The young Drake came to me to help solve his affliction. you see, he is in Frenzy."

The Canine jaws looked toward you, gold like the warm sun and reassuring... it was a good feeling, confirmation that he was always on your side.

"Regardless of my Grandson's condition. You are nothing but a prideful, distasteful, smutty, traitorous little weasel."

"Sticks and stones, Old dog. Roman's boy ushered an official invitation, Judge of your clan or no, we both know who the true heir to your House is." Woden whispered.

It was odd, He was clearly angry but his rage was contained easily behind his tense white teeth. His lips creased like a snarling wolf, and his single eyelid raked open to reveal his beastly pale orb.

Artorias' golden eyes began to narrow, muscles buldging, body wrung tight like a spring ready to explode.

If this continued, then they'd tear the Mansion and each other apart.

"ENOUGH!" You roared. The flames in the fireplace stretched up into the chimney, blazing so bright that The Mad-Dog and the Black-Feather were dwarfed by your colossal shadow.

Marching between both You spoke with your father's voice "I have suffered too much this evening to listen to you two screech at each other like 6-year-old girls!

Whatever your past, whatever quarrels you've had, I DON'T CARE. It ends right here, right now."

Artorias snarled defiantly "You mean to command your judge? you mean to overtake me is that it?"

Forcing your body to stand straight, ready to fight, you oozed with conviction "I mean to go to college without wanting to rip my lecturer's throat out, I mean to get a good night's sleep without being haunted by the ghosts of my ancestors. I mean to come home without my family trying to butcher my guests and spit on my mother's memory with their petty grievances..."

You watched the old man soften, as you took a tired breath.

"I mean to find peace, and be rid of this bloodlust."

The air was quiet after that, the two old friends... or foes (you really couldn't tell) staring mutely at one another. It was Woden that spoke first "Perfecting the method of blood fasting is one that I have researched for nearly four hundred years, with the proper testing, we may find a way to stave off your affliction."

Artorias folded his arms, his scoff echoing through his rabid dog helmet. "Tell me, All-Father, did you ever bother to actually tell Charlie, how it is that you have avoided frenzy?"

The words seemed to disarm, Woden Wyse, if only for a moment...

You turned curiously "What is he talking about, old man?"

Woden hesitated, and so Artorias let free a hint that sent shivers down your spine "Doubtless you met his little pet, Geri? a shame that her brother, Freki wasn't around to shed some light on Woden's 'Methods'. So why don't you ask him yourself what he did to his wolf-pet... and what he tried to do to your Raven-friends?"

You had never seen a man look so hollow and skeletal as you gazed quizzically at him.

Woden Wyse absorbed the silence, fueling that which he clearly had not told in a long time: Truth.

"Purity." He whispered, "It is the answer to a question that I have toiled over since our arrival in America." He waited for you to gather up the question on your own, which seemed like a riddle considering... although a riddle with a simple enough answer.

"What is the difference between Humans and Monsters?"

Woden smiled "Purity. The blood of mortals is clear, free-flowing like a steady stream filled with life and virility, it is paramount to our survival that we consume blood. For did our former king not say, that the Blood is life?

On the other hand, the blood of undeath is that of stagnation. Our heart cannot beat and so the flow is ended, there is no life to taste in dead blood, only the curse which grants a temporary respite. You've tasted it yourself have you not?"

You touched your lips almost involuntarily... it was strange, how your mouth watered at the thought of blood, alive or dead.

"Either way, the purity of Blood is paramount. A Vampire borne of the high court contains a river of Eden for us lowly undead. One taste is all it takes, and the strength of all that the Upir has bitten flows through us. such also applies to the other Monsters as well. Freki and Geri are kin of the Fenrir, the ruler of all Wolf-bloods, the Alpha and Omega. An apex exists within them, just as it exists within us, and so I found that feeding on Freki, provided sustainability hitherto unmatched by any normal human with red running through his veins, even if he could not quite survive the venom poisoning in the end. The Raven Twins were also reborn with unique qualities. Both have immense Mystar powers, one drop of their blood could provide a special control over one's own mind. The feed itself can be focused, in order to take specific traits or abilities. In conclusion, if Purity and ability are taken into account, then not only can we avoid frenzy, but we can inherit a pseudo-immunity from the affliction itself. "

You cringed "You target those with power in their blood." Nodding grimly, you captured the Black-feather's eye, showing him the horror hidden in gold. "Be they human, monster, or who knows what else? You leech away the antiquity of their blood to sustain yourself for long periods of time?"

Artorias puffed up, in pride or maybe even hatred, you were not sure. But now you knew, what it took to stave off Frenzy. You had to target those of unique blood in order to sustain yourself... like Freki or Geri, like Diana with your child in her belly, or your father, or even pops... maybe even the Raven Twins, Huginn or Muninn.

Woden smirked "You Drakes... you have no idea what survival is." The one-eyed monster snarled "You have never been locked in the dark, with nothing but a day's blood to sustain yourself... real pain, real starvation to the point of madness alludes you, and so you feel free to judge those who must go to any length to remain on this earth. Humans always wonder if there is solace in ****, but they have barely scratched the surface on how hard **** actually is."

The Mad-Dog clenched his fists with anger "For Two-hundred years, Cenwulf and I have waited for you to make amends with us. But I see that you are still the same selfish leech, who can conjure nothing but brittle philosophies and pathetic excuses, I-"

"Enough, I said!" You spat, making pops immediately pause.

"This, this is..." You sighed. Feeding on the weak, draining them of blood was difficult enough, but to actually convince someone to become your personal feast until their imminent **** was something else entirely. You turned to Woden "Have you ever convinced one of your little experiments to give themselves to you voluntarily?"

Woden smiled grimly and shook his head.

"...And there is no other way?" You asked, hoping, pleading to everything that was decent for him to wizard up another path for you to walk.

But this was no fairy tale "No. The Feed is pain and pleasure made one, the victim is always overwhelmed at some point. Mesmerisation is the only solution."

"Then, I need you to leave." You said impartially.

Artorias grinned, invading Woden's space "You heard the kid, you are unwelcome here-"

"-Stop Pops, I never said that. I just... I need to think about this. I will call on you again, Woden, when the time is right. Until then, I want to think this over properly." You spoke earnestly, it seemed that despite Artorias' persistent feud with the old undead, Woden respected your words. The One eye would certainly be useful, but with Artorias barking and scratching at him, very little progress would be made.

He bowed low in respect and raised a thumb to his lips. White teeth pierced the skin, drawing a droplet of blood which he decanted into a small test tube: stored in his waistcoat.

"Summon me when you have grown a pair, or don't. It matters little to me. Good luck, My boy, you will need it."

Thrusting the tube into your hand, the Black-Feather looked to the Mad-Dog, exchanging a cold, wordless farewell, before rushing away at a blinding pace out into the darkness. You felt his aura dissipate into the distance, leaving You and Pops, standing by the skirmishing flames in the fireplace.

Pops removed his helmet, placing it down on his armchair as he rubbed his eyes.

"You look as tired as I feel." You chuckled, the pain making you clutch your side as you folded into your dad's ivory seat.

The Mad-Dog shook his head "I can sleep when I'm dead."

"Being half-dead myself, I can't guarantee you'll find much comfort there."

The youth of Artorias' face seemed fickle now, wrinkles formed above his lips and his eyes were heavily bagged with dark rings. He seemed both restless and exhausted "I had hoped... that you could trust me with your problems, Charlie."

"I do. it's just, this is more than a problem. this... Frenzy, it's changing me, I never wanted to admit it but it is. Like a hand turning the arms on my clock, forcing my time to its end."

Artorias abandoned his armchair to place his hands on your shoulders "I understand. As much as I have learned over the centuries, the lust for blood that Vampires feel has always been an enigma to not just myself, but Hilde too. The Older I get the more I realise that your need to kill is just the same as ours. I'm sorry Kid."

You nodded "Don't be. You have always stuck by me, I should have known better."

"No." Artorias growled, his face suddenly becoming serious "You should have known better than to bring, the Black-Feather here. He is bad people, Kiddo, unfeeling and apathetic to those around him. Promise me you will be cautious around with that one?"

"Only if you tell me what your history is with him... and that Lovell guy you mentioned?"

Artorias huffed "You're too sharp for your own good. Perhaps I will tell you one day, but I have travelled across several states in a couple of days-"

You raised a reassuring hand "Another time. For now, how the hell am I gonna do this, Pops? I can't ask one person to shoulder the burden of my hunger until their ****, I may not have chosen this path, but that doesn't mean I should subject another to its consequences."

"Woden has always done whatever it takes to gain knowledge, even at the cost of others. But that is not who you are, our creed demands that we protect those who cannot protect themselves from the dark society, but... if you were to find multiple individuals with the Unique traits he mentioned, and ask them to give their blood willingly. You could cycle through them as to prevent their deaths."

The idea was not a bad one, but still, the risk was plain to see. "I am proud to call you my Granpa, Pops."

The Young man with an Old soul softened more than you'd ever seen and pulled you into a hug "You have made your daddy proud, Kiddo, it's the only thing I know we agree on, even in ****" He pulled away from you, as you hissed at the overwhelming ache in your torso. "You gonna remain intact enough to hear what I found out during my time away?"

Easing into your dad's chair, you didn't even try to shrug but merely slouched down and raised an eyebrow "Meh, few broken ribs ain't ever killed, anyone. Go ahead."

"The other day I found myself sitting in the library thinking on the Night you took a stake through the heart and blew up like a bomb..."

"Jesus Christ, what the fuck is my life!?"

"...So many moving pieces that night, the Crusaders fought fiercely, the Moores were sneaky little fuckers as always... but one piece seemed entirely out of place on the board." Artorias paced as he spoke, weighing his words, like a professor of forgotten lore. "_Lady Fall of the Genryu herself _came to your aid."

"She's a big deal right, a heavy hitter among the Superiors?" You inquired.

Artorias laughed "Understatement of the century. Hisano Genryu, along with her seemingly prominently non-existent Brother (whatever that bullshit means), is said to be the most dangerous Superior to have ever walked the earth. Her legends span hundreds of years pushing into the early Edo Period of Japan. lowly peasantry would whisper of a ghost with Four faces, that would walk unseen among the dead.

She had four legendary swords which she had collected from mortal warriors who had challenged her... none survived.

Armies were gathered to defeat her and her kin who descended from the midnight clouds to gorge on blood.

They would march off into the fields of tall grass and never return, I'm talking thousands of men, Chip, all gone without a trace. She and her clan killed so quickly, so cleanly that the High court has never once visited them, due to their laws never once being broken."

"What does this have to do with your travels exactly?"

Artorias grinned "Finding this information was the purpose of my travels. I had heard of Hisano Genryu before, there is no member of the Dark Society who has not heard the name in some story or legend. So..." The Mad-Dog gestured to the object covered in the black sheet on the mantlepiece "...You can imagine my surprise when I realised that one of Her legendary swords ended up on our kitchen counter."

Your eyes widened, watching as the object was unfurled from the black sheet, to reveal the familiar form of the most beautiful Samurai sword that you had ever seen. "That's the sword you took away before you recovered from your... oldness. You're telling me that's one of Lady Fall's swords?"

The perfect ivory wrap on the handle crossed in a spiralling pattern, ornaments in the shape of butterflies, droplets of blood and demonic laughing faces hidden behind the white fabric. There it sat in its sheath etched with spiralling patterns, calling... begging for you to draw it's blade.

"No, chippy. This is The One of Lady Fall's swords. Akuma-Muramasa, the Demon Blade that has taken one million lives. This Sword is said to curse anyone who wields it, indeed any wound made by this sword will never heal, but neither will the wielder ever be able to sheath it, unless the steel tastes blood, be it a victim, or the wielder themselves. I see you making eyes at it... make no mistake here kid, this thing is worse than any omen blade.

Scripts written about it are few and far between, but everyone that I found told tales of **** and disaster."

"So... first she sends Morrigan away, and invites me to the clock tower and then she sends me this?" You eyed the sword, it really was something. Artorias looked unamused at your mesmerised gaze, draping the black sheet back over it.

"Superior lords are lethal, insidious and rarely travel alone, now we have the most dangerous of them on our doorstep, inviting you over for a shin-dig. Whatever her motives are, nobody has ever laid eyes on Lady Fall and lived to tell the tale, there are no accounts on her appearance save for the unique tattoos she has on her neck."

It was a strange thought, the Lady Fall you saw that night on the rooftop... she looked so unthreatening; a nineteen-year-old girl with straight black hair and large watchful eyes, red lips, like any other normal girl, maybe a little more shy looking. "So what do you plan to do with it?"

Pops brushed off the scaled shoulders of his suit jacket and flashed his canines at You, before tossing you a small glass jar filled with pale liquid.

You caught it in between your fingers looking at the Long-willow solution within; a healing accelerant "I'm getting old, Kiddo, even if I don't look it... I'm starting to feel it. When I am gone Remhilde will judge after me, and you after her. But you are the heir and the heir must learn to master his demons, be they internal or external. You will be the best of us, Charlie, if you earn it.

I leave the sword and this gift of knowledge in your hands. Try not to let it get you killed. That is an order, Executioner."

He walked past you, patting your shoulder as He went. Leaving you with your thoughts and the sword, and the warm feeling the Long-willow potion left in your belly.

■ Look at you, stacking burdens on top of yourself. one after the other, brick after brick with blood as your mortar. You can barely contain yourself, let alone that sword as well. Giiiiive up already, give into me. ■

You gazed down at the Bloody figure, sitting in front of you. Grinning like a wild beast, begging for you to break.

"How many lines do I have to cross in order for you to be satisfied, how far will you make me go? Maybe this isn't about satisfaction. You're just hunger, nothing more."

But you merely turned away your eyes and smiled, slumping back into the chair to ease the pain of your wounds. The Hunger was getting **** because you were getting stronger.

When Moonie and Belle returned they found you still in your father's chair. Both seemed much more virile, that special spring in their step gifted by a successful hunt.

Belle rushed to your side, lightly tapping you into a slothful awakening.

"Master? Wakey-wakey, we got your blood for you. Look I even kept it warm for you in this flask." She whispered warmly.

"Mmmm?" You looked at her smooth face and red lips, then at the tall coffee flask she held up to your mouth. "Oh, thank you, Belle."

Moonie lent against the chair, gently humming and watching as Belle cracked open the flask and-

Your eyes shot open wide the second the scent met your nostril, making your arms tense and jaws flex manically. You felt your fingers constrict on the flask almost on their own, wrenching it from Belle's hands. It lifted up as if to pour the water-fall of red into your maw so that you could finally taste this ecstasy, finally quench some of this volatile thirst... But you didn't. You pushed against this primal feeling and with a shaking hand carefully placed the flask on your lips and with all your will took only the smallest, gentlest sips.

It felt both amazing and horrendous, amazing because the taste and soft texture not only exploded into a fantasia of perfect flavours but also filled your body with strength, dulling all pain and filling you with images of a curious flaming mania.

Simultaneously, the struggle against swallowing it all in one go took every ounce of will that you possessed, every bad feeling you'd ever felt about yourself lept out, branded clearly for you to hear and see. The Call for blood really would do anything to turn you into a mindless killer... but you were an executioner, a hand of justice, and so you persisted in slowly sipping the glorious honey until the flask was light and empty.

You huffed in relief, a little too much perhaps. Your eyes became heavy as the weight of sleep finally crashed in on you.

There was no dreaming this time, no prophetic images or strange figures or weird other versions of other-selves. Just rest, just sleep, for the first time in what felt like ages.

"Wake up" A soft voice muttered in the darkness.

You groaned, drowned in comfort. drowsiness swallowed you up, as you sunk soft pillowed surface you lay on like warm honey. It was warm and dark, enough so that your narrow eyes could only just see. The space was narrow but comfortable, with enough space for you... and one other.

"mmmwhattimeisit?" You asked sluggishly. Sloth mushed the words together.

"Four in the morning, the sun shall soon rise." She answered, her voice but a whisper. Her body was nimble but buxom, her legs tangled with yours, chest pressed into your side as she wrapped your shoulders in a lazy embrace.

"Gmmm." You hummed, leaning into Moonie, reciprocating her closeness; stroking her hair as her head lay on your chest. She went rigid at first but eventually relaxed. There you lay melted in one, no hunger, no worries, just the two of you in shadow. "Damn, I feel all spongey. Haven't slept like that all week. Am I still dreaming?" You admitted, thankful to finally have a good night's rest.

"Perhaps... Your mind goes too quickly to chaos when you sleep. I could feel the nightmare gathering in your thoughts like a storm. I have experience in quelling such things, however." Of all the talents in manipulating the mind a Mystar possessed, you couldn't have loved any other more than that one.

"That was kind of you, I really appreciate it. Next, you'll be telling me bedtime stories, tucking me in eh?" Your hands began to explore, stroking her hair, soft as silk. Running across her knucklebone, cold as ice and travelling down her bare arms to her smooth shoulders. You felt goosebumps spring up with every inch of your caress. "Am I, overstepping?" You asked.

"...No. I like it. You're not like the rest of us, you're so warm. I wish I had some of my own to give."

You chuckled "Wish all you want, I kinda like it too. God, I could lay here forever, if you have no warmth for me, let's have a story then."

"A story?"

"Yeah, you must have some good ones after all this time. Go on it'll be fun." You asked.

She shifted, you heard her lick her lips "There was once a girl born in a cave. Her mother was the icy wind flowing down the mountain leading her to rivers where she could taste the blood of goats and snowy cats and hulking bears. Her Father was the frigid cold, seizing up her joints, testing and disciplining her young mind. And her Brother who had never taken to the flesh shrouded her in mist forever her protector.

There she left in peace for many years, undisturbed by mortals, living or dead. One day, after double-fold her years of growth, a man made of cold and **** crept up the mountain. He was faster than the girl, and sneaker, he crept up on her just before the sun rose and prostrated at her feet.

'You are the child of three, bitten seconds after birth and left to face the trail of ice. I have seen you in my dreams, you will sit on a golden throne in the sky, the clouds your mantle, the night your crown. You will carry four sceptres and together we shall outfly the sun itself'

With her first servant at her heels, she left the lonely mountain to find the destiny he had spoken of. She travels far and wide through every inch of her island home, with each of her kind prostrating at her feet in reverence of her power.

The Girl hungered for more than just blood, she wanted knowledge. And so she learned every language that could be spoken, read every book that eyes could see, tasted the flesh of the living and dead, and mastered every weapon with a blade that she could hold.

There came a time when the girl was finally fully matured and none could stop her, or her family which numbered in the thousands. They grew so innovative, so vast that the Elder Ones took notice and the tyrannous sun threatened to burn all that she had built away. So with all that she had learned, the Woman constructed a haven that would float in the clouds, shielded from sight, from the filth of mortals' gaze and the fiery wrath of God.

There she stayed, alone no longer on in that mountain, but surrounded by family who sung of the midnights when their Queen would fall back down to the earth, to drag a feast back up to her people for all eternity."

You smiled "She sounded like quite the lady. You said, her brother had never taken to the flesh, what does that mean exactly?"

"..." She paused, and yet her body began to shift upwards. Slowly she moved upwards to meet you face to face. Before you could say anything else, her lips captured yours, a kiss so deep and cold that it froze your worries and shrouded your hunger in mist.

You grasp tightly at her waist, pulling her closer as the arousal began to build. She gladly accepted, pushing down into your growing member, raking her fingers through your thick black curls.

When you pulled back however to look into Moonie's eyes... that is not what you saw. Instead, you were captured by a pair of huge, Owl-like orbs that swirled and spiralled with Brown, yellow and milky-white. They transfixed you alongside the voice which remained a whisper.

"Do not squander what you have been given. Our curse can be beaten, if You choose the right path to walk. Do not fear the shadows, Charlie, the shadows are your lifeblood, your forever vein, your beating heart, the Shadows make you strong."

A crack of light dazzeled you, before opening into a full breach of brightness. You sheilded your eyes as a head poked down, a river of blonde reached from above. "Hey you." Moonie said.

Your eyes adjusted slowly as you arose from the coffin, whose door was now wide open to reveal your fathers room. Moonie knelt down, watching as you searched the inside of the coffin with a dumb look on your face.

"What's wrong?" She asked "You looked like you saw ghost or something?"

She was gone... and she certainly was Moonie "Didn't know ghosts were so good with tongue."

"What?" Her brow raised, red lips curving in a slightly amused smile. The dried blood had been cleaned from her face, the crack in her skull had now almost completely healed, and little more than a bump remained now. "Please don't tell me you've turned into a leech already? Oh god, I had to listen to Belle talking about the history of Prada for no reason!?"

Your lip twitched "You... got the blood then?"

Her eyes widened "By the blood god you are a leech aren't you?"

"Sexiest leech you ever saw!" You reached over, grasping Moonie by the waist and pulling her into the coffin. her snorting chuckle echoed through the room as you buried your face into her neck, chomping harmlessly at her cold skin.

"Nope, you're definitely still you. In fact, you seem better, happier even. If I'd know a little nap in your coffin would do you so much good, I'd have snuggled in her with you sooner." She noted as you lay together in the coffin, bathed in the lowlight of the dim chandelier above.

"My coffin?"

She made a strange face, one she hid in your collarbone as she breathed in heavily "We all have to get one sometime. Just so happened to have one I knew you'd like."

More questions arose, but you put them aside... for now. "I'm liking something much more than the coffin right now. If I'm honest."

You loved how comfortable Moonie felt, if you wanted to grab her, to sink your fingers into her ass and pull her close so that her waist aligned with yours; a promise for what was to come, then you could.

If you wanted to pull her close and tell her "I have wanted you from the very minute I saw you, sleeping in my dad's chair with a book on your face." then you could.

Moonie laughed "I wanted you since before that, the minute I smelt that coconut shampoo I knew I had to have you."

You loved how you felt you say anything to her, good, bad, pretty, ugly and she would still be your moonie no matter what. You hesitated even still... "With Woden, I-"

She pushed a fingertip into your lips "I don't want to hear about that, not now. We can talk about it afterwards, I felt like... I've waited for so long. No Hughie, None of the other girls, no killing or feeding, just us."

You smiled.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I don't know... I just, get this horribly possessive feeling when it comes to you. I respect your knowledge, and your intelligence, but I still want you to submit to me." Your grip on her rear tightened and she gasped lightly. You saw how her eyes shook at the sensation.

"Maybe... that's what I want to?"

"What about-"

"What? I can't enjoy a little dom/sub play..." She leaned into your ear and whispered "Master?"

Arousal sprouted like a thick stalk, she noticed, throwing her leg over yours, burying your member betwixt her lean thighs. "Oh, you like that do you, Master?" She pressed her hands into the back of your shoulders, pushing out the stress with her fingers "You're just looking for a little plaything aren't you, well I'll be your obedient little bird if you want me to, but only if you want me to. Master." She carried that S like it waster her job. Moonie reached down, pulling up the hem of her baggy black shirt to reveal skin that shone like pale marble.

Her bust sprung free with no bra to hold them, full, heavy globes with wide areola. She bit at her lip as she curved down into you, pressing her weight into your chest and pulling aside her blonde mane to offer her neck. "Do it." She whispered.

Your eyes fixed on her nape "Moonie..."

"Stop being such a goodie two shoes. It's beyond rude to reject this offer..." She pulled the button free on your jeans, pushing up your shirt to plant soothing cold kisses on the rippling scars on your shoulder. Enthralled you peeled away her leggings and panties, leaving Moonie bare and naked as the day she was born.

Your jeans were removed as she clenched her legs around you, demanding your member to rise up, an offer to the goddess between her legs.

She cooed as your craned your hips, making the head of your cock kiss her entrance. She took your mouth back into hers in a passionate embrace. Your primal self flourished, claws lengthening, eyes burning, fangs sharpening.

Moonie grasped your curly black hair, and the base of your throbing shaft, guiding one into her dripping sex and the other just to the left of her throat. Jaw

As you slid inside of her, the blonde exhaled hard with relief as if nothing else but this pleasure had ever mattered. She opened her mouth as if to find the word which oozed from her lips as... "Yes!"

Jaws opening wide, you thrust your fangs into her neck piercing the skin as thick maroon blood began to flow down your throat. A stream of otherworldly ecstacy filled your being, you and Moonie were separated no longer but made into one being melded together at two points.

She bucked and rode you like a station, her ass jolting and hammering as you drank from her well.

"Oh god, right there. Keep drinking, take me, don't you dare stop!" She roared.

The room began to spin, she felt so good, so open and gushing for you like no woman ever had. You clawed at her breasts, pulling her teets and making her writhe.

Images flew through your mind. You saw a dozen men, all riden by blonde shadows... some made her groan or hum with their efforts, but none **** her to growl bestially like you were now, rocketing again and again into the heart of her womb, making her juices spill out from between her nether lips.

You pulled more and more deeply from her veins, the monster within was a bottomless pit. Ramona's blood was not alive, all the more it filled you with power.

When you pulled away, face soaked in red you took her by the wrists and turned her on her stomach. Sliding backwards she pulled her cheeks apart and spread open her pussy with two fingers "Get back in here. Don't keep her waiting."

You sheathed back inside of her, the both of you hissing as you pulled back her wrist, hilting yourself inside. You pumped her in long smooth motions, she accepted everyone, her gasps becoming cries, her cries erupting into a screaming symphony.

Your hand flashed against her ass, making her yelp and laugh "Take it, she's all yours. I am all yours-hmmmfuck me!" Pushing her down you dug deep between the crack of her ass, wrapping an arm around her neck so that you could reach her core. Moonie began to shake and quiver, whimpering with tight legs which spasmed in her first climax. "God-god-god!" She yelled, her words oozing in and out of chants as you melded together again and again "...o-on Father and mother, sister and brother, I swear I am yours. I'll be your possession, yours to command forever I swear-I swear, I fucking swear just don't you dare stop-Ah!" Your hand whipped against the skin of her left cheek again, leaving a deep dark print.

"Keep singing little bird." You growled, digging deeper and deeper as her walls tightened and flexed with you inside her.

"I want you every minute of every night, this one and all the ones to come--Oh god that's it, right there, you're gonna make me fucking cum again, oh god!" She sang, vibrating violently as you reached around to pinch her diamond-hard nipples. A river of honey dribbled down her legs, and your own cumming threatened to jump out at any minute. You could feel it in how your waist shook and your head began to pulse.

The Blonde raven began to slow, her ass was bright red and her cunt gleamed with wetness. Her rigorous milking of you became gentler and more subdued. She was reaching her limit.

"You want my cum, Little Bird?" You whispered, carefully pulling free of her pussy which sobbed with more of her girl-cum. Moonie, face flushed with the blood of her recent feed, huffing breathlessly, turned on her back to look up at you.

You'd never seen a more beautiful sight, she was glowing like a yellow siren, her breasts bobbling with every minute movement. She sucked in her bottom lip, looking up at you as if you were some kind of god "Do you want my mouth?" She cooed.

"Promise you won't bite back?" You chuckled.

Moonie pounced on your with incredible speed, pushing you back into the coffin with fiery eyes that shone like a devils. She smiled as she tightly grasped your rod with both hands, making you gasp as your head dipped back "No promises. Master."

She stroked you first, hard but slow from head to base in a long motion. She craned her neck spreading her lips half open to plant them on the bright red head of your cock. Her tongue mingled with it, toying with your urethra, sending an explosion of sensitivity into you.

"Ho-ly shit!"

When she took it in her mouth, sucking at your helmet as her tongue whirled around it in a vortex, she continued to pump you with her soft hands. She worked on every inch, painting it with more of her spit until it glistened and her palms spiralled up and down in a fluid rapid motion.

Your hands dug into the cushion below you, grunts and huffs mixed with the sloshing wet sound of Moonie's masterful efforts. She drew out every second of it, making sure to draw you right to the edge before slowing down again, stopping only to say things like "I want to taste it." or "Feed your little bird, master" even "Give it all to me."

You were losing your goddamn mind, lost in this miracle... You weren't quite sure how else to word it. Wait, no you did have something: The Best Blowjob in all creation, that might cover it.

The Blonde Raven only doubled down, absorbing every inch into her maw, stuffing it deeper and deeper into her abyssal throat which seemed to go on forever. This was it, there was no stopping it now, You felt your chest heave, your hands burying in the tangled gold locks of her hair.

You plunged her down, she gave no resistance... in fact, she seemed to relish in it, going down for longer deeper plunges, engulfing more than half your length. Firmly pulling your hips she made you pump into her throat, her gacking and gagging marking the grand finale.

"Fuck!" You growled, roaring as you dropped a colossal load into her throat. A sea of semen flowed down her neck, shooting out the sides of her mouth, dribbling out of her nose. You held her there, filling her to the brim just as requested, a bigger feed than she'd likely ever had.

A long, hard sigh of satisfaction escaped you. You lay there, limp and raw, Moonie pulling herself up to crawl up to your face. She wiped her nose, looking down at your with full cheeks. She wanted you to see them empty, slowly winding down in three heavy gulps.

"Ahh." She liked her lips and cleared her throat. You looked into each other's eyes filled with joy. First, you both chuckled, growing into a laugh until you both guffawed with one another.

Finally, a line that you were happy to have been crossed.