Exodus

Just as before, the large hall was packed with Vampires, just under a hundred all staring expectantly. You sat with a bored expression, glancing around at the different looks they were giving You, Fear, anger, admiration, excitement a little bit of Lust, a variety of emotions all cast in Crimson Orbs.

Tapping the base of the wooden chair on which You sat the wrong way, everyone began to mumble, clearly unsure of Your silence.

"How fascinating, Not one of these people is my equal, even if they all fought me together they would only have a slim chance." You thought, instinctively surveying the room.

"What is this?" A familiar, although painfully Callous voice called out.

Umbra emerged from the crowd, a hateful look in his eyes "You called us here, Murderer. Tell us what You want!" a few nodded in agreement, adopting the same hateful expression as the Mohawk-boasting Young man.

"Murderer?" You said with a smile, "Funny that a Vampire would call me that, don't You think?" You asked curiously.

Umbra pressed his lips together, clearly frustrated at Your ease "Well, I called everyone here for Two simple reasons, would You like to know what they are?"

Umbra looked like he was about to make a witty comment, but froze when He caught the malice in Your eyes "...So" You said addressing everyone "I have been informed that some of You expect me to take Corvus' place, as head of the clan"

"Yes, some of our foolish clan members think so!" Umbra said with a smile, other's laughing at the joke.

You grinned, slowly beginning to chuckle, that chuckled turning into a laugh until You were positively roaring out with delight, they all paused as You caught Your false breath, sarcastically rubbing tears from Your eyes "Good golly gosh damn, You are quite right, so correct that I think..." Your face became deadly serious "...I'm leaving. That would be Number One" The Crowd erupted into another taught of mumbles, a few calling out

"B-But, we need a superior to lead us!"

"Not my problem!" You said shrugging

"Your the One responsible for this!"

You shrugged again "True, but I would have thought that a Society of super-powered blood-drinking monsters could look after themselves." there was silence "I mean honestly, it's almost embarrassing, I'm guessing some of you have been here for centuries and yet You depend so completely on having someone control You and command You like trained hounds, perhaps use this as an opportunity to rule Yourselves, consider it a parting gift, from Me to You." You stood from Your chair and gazed out into the crowd. "That brings Me to number two..." Deep in Your chest, You peaked into the Cage

"Okay, let's see if You can follow instructions..."

KILL?

"No, not this time, let's just frighten them a little."

HMMM FUN!

You reached out a hand, reminding Yourself of what that rage felt like, that absolute power projected out into the world for all to see and Fear.
Everyone was frozen at Your sinister Ire, Your monstrous grin fixing everyone in the room "...If any of You, anyone of You tries to impede My hunt for Valerica - harms anyone that I care for or even just pisses me off in any way possible, I will decorate these walls with Your blood and grind Your bones into dust."

"I think they get the idea"

The Beast slipped back into his cage, returning to its slumber, and so too did Your humanity, that got them scared huh... You sighed "But, I was born and broken here, and some of You have been kind, so... thanks I guess and good luck."

They all quieted, parting as You walked briskly through the group to return to Rose.

When You entered Rose's Room, You paused, it was practically empty.
The dark antiquity of the black mirror no longer graced the wall, and Her coffin no longer stood, proud and beautiful. The old portraits and the bed where You had spent a week of much-needed rest were gone too.

"She's eager to leave..." You said, the splashing droplets of water echoing from the bathroom. The Door was open just a crack, steam slipping free "Oh, She must be taking a shower."

For the briefest of moments, You stood there, listening to the falling water, taking in the faint flowery smell from the vapour.
You could hear the faintest of voices, a gentle, beautiful sound that echoed hauntingly through the cracked doorway. Shuffling over discreetly, You leaned against the wall and listened keenly to the soft sound of Rosaria's soothing song.

"The falling leaves, drift by My window...."

You paused, smiling a little.

"The falling leaves, of... red and gold, I see Your lips... sweet summer kisses, the sunburned hands, I.... used to hold..."

Closing Your eyes and absorbing the calm melody of her rendition, you noticed how completely different it was to the Man who sang it at the Campfire with his family, You didn't know whether Your smile was happy... or even sad. The almost haunting melancholy of her voice carried the notes with mind-boggling perfection.

Driven by an odd urge that You did not entirely understand, half lust and the other a strange kind of fascination, You peaked Your head around the corner, looking carefully but eagerly for the red-haired woman within.

With Your Vampiric sight, Your gaze cut through the steam directly at the slowly swaying form before You. Rose stood under the shower, rubbing her body gracefully as she continued to sing, She seemed in a state that you had not seen before.

"She looks so peaceful"

Weird considering the constant state of silent intensity that she usually boasted; yet here and now, she seemed quite content, quietly cleaning herself with the shower curtain so completely wide open that You could see (for the first time) the entirety of her naked body.

You could do nothing but watch in absolute awe, the almost Greek-goddess shape of her body was more than intoxicating to the eyes, studying it with Your perverted eyes was ultimately inevitable.

Rose stood at a fine height, 5ft 8-9 maybe, Her pale skin shining against the low light, the water making it glisten like polished marble.
She had a remarkably athletic body, being lean and fit, on her chest sat a pair of large round breasts that practically cried out to be grasped by a pair of strong hands.

"Those have to be a DD at the least!"
You thought half drooling, staring momentarily at the light sprinkle of freckles that spread from her lean collarbone down to her bust before shifting Your gaze to her perky pink nipples, the red areola both the size of a jumbo dollar coin and tipped with eagerly hard nubs.

Down Your gaze fell, eyeing up the flat stomach, lined with subtle - but toned abdominal muscle, down to her waist which arched gracefully into a magnificently juicy ass that looked about ready to have a face shoved into it. Under all of that glistening steam, Your eyes floated up and down Her powerful looking legs, both strong and lean and shaved clean, You followed the shine of her calves back up to her Yummy thighs before You frowned in disappointment.

Rose was facing away from You, disallowing the stare of her doubtlessly beautiful snatch, Her river of wavy Red locks carrying the shower water down through to the crack of her picturesque posterior.

You felt a stir under Your belt, the weight of Your shlong pressing eagerly against the restrictive zip of Your pants "Oh sweet lord.. fucking kill me" You prayed desperately, never having wanted to want and touch something so badly in Your entire existence, this was just absolutely ridiculous, You didn't think that a woman like this could even possibly exist, You had always believed that they only existed in obviously photoshopped magazines and expertly edited Instagram posts. No, this was a Woman with a body so divine that it made Your dick want to cry, was there a religion for Rose's tits? - no? ...You're starting one.

"Lord in heaven, I can only imagine what Her pussy must look like?"

Rose turned, Her body facing just diagonally from Your watchful gaze. Her eyes were closed as she began the likely long process of cleaning Her mane of hair, You could have shed tears of holy joy as the sight of Rose's mound came into Your view.

You gazed upon a thing that could belong not to a member of the undead, but an Angel incarnated in the flesh. Shaved bald and glistening, the smallest hint of her labia peeking out from just beneath, the deep and animalistic urge to push inside of that pussy was almost immediately branded on the remnants of Your soul, You would face hell and fury for a single night with this Goddess, You-

You met eyes, for a moment, no, a second, even less perhaps.
You flew backwards away from the door, never before had You moved that fast, it was like spotting a weeping angel while having just put contacts in, You got the fuck out of that situation like a bat out of hell, but you weren't fast enough.

"She definitely saw me"

It was a fact. She saw You spying on her in the Shower... and You had already begun wondering how she would kill You. Strangulation, Evisceration, Laceration... Masturbation, You mentally smacked Yourself hoping it would make the boner go away, but woe for the power of boners is strong.

"You're back, how did it go?" You jumped as Rose suddenly emerged, fully dressed... in a knee-length casual black dress, patterned with what looked like ruby red Dragons in flight, a fair amount of her bust jumped out to greet You. Rose cleared her throat looking more than a little put-upon.

"Oh, umm.... pretty good, I think they got the message."

She nodded walking over to the sitting area of the room, where a singular and fairly average black purse sat. She stared for a moment with her sapphire eyes "Are You going to stare at me like that all day, or are we going to talk?" She inquired coldly, gesturing to the seat opposite.

"We will need a start making a plan of action, I have a few ideas that We can go over if You're up for it." Rose said, her voice steady and sure.

"Alright then," You replied grinning "Let's get started."