General Sterling

One

Ada

    The sound is coming from the end of the hall. The sound of a woman weeping, before that her screams had bounced off the wall as she was taken repeatedly by more than one. From what I can tell, there are six other women here with me. Four of them had already chosen their males to fight for them. One is crying in the other section of the dormitory and the other is sitting across from me. 

    A human who was turned by a master vampire. She's probably here to establish herself in the ranks to prove to her master she's worthy of what she's become. That or her master was killed and she's looking for a new one. She's a former probably one looking for a master strong enough to replace the blood that had granted her immortality. She's young but very powerful and she's trained. 

    I shut my eyes leaning back against the stone wall behind me. The sound of the men who had r***d the woman in the other room walking through this room annoyed me. I wanted nothing more than to kill those cowardly mother fuckers. I just can't afford to buy into that. The General's words hang over my head feeling like they were going to crush me. This is past the boundaries of surviving. 

    My eye's shot open when someone kicked the bottom of my boot. I looked up at the large man standing over me with a smile on his face. The smell of s*x coming off of him in disgusting waves makes me want to gag. The pig's smile turned into a grin knowing that I could smell her on him. 

    "You lose something?" I asked. 

    "Nah," he said crouching down to be at eye level with me. "I want something," 

    "Is that right?" I asked sitting up so I'm not trapped under the size of him if he attacks.

    "You're quite the looker, sweetheart. You seem pretty smart. Are you? Or are you stupid like that little w***e over there?" I couldn't help the smirk that spread on my lips. 

    "She wasn't enough for you big boy?" I asked. He smiled leaning into me. A chuckle echoed behind him coming from the former. 

    "She must have given him the stupid," she snarked. The smile faltered from his features. He turned away from me. I lifted my leg kicking him on the side of his face. 

    "b***h," he shouted. I stood up watching him as he stumbled back gripping his face. Blood seeping through his fingers. 

    "You shouldn't have taken your attention off of me," I growled. 

    He stood up in a flash, charging at me. I dodged his attack lifting my arm up, his face connecting with my elbow head-on. His head whipped back knocking him on his ass. I crouched down using my claws to rip his throat open. Blood burst out of the wound. His eyes stayed on me as his body went into shock. I tossed the piece of him in my hand aside looking around. No one said a word as I walked over to the former and took a seat next to her. 

    "You can feel the strength of those around you," I stated, leaning back against the wall before shutting my eyes again. 

    "I can see it. Those with the darkest aura are the strongest," she whispered. 

    "Who's the strongest here?" I asked looking over at her. She looked at me. Her pale pink eyes bore into my soul. Her soft childlike features told me just how young she had been when she was damned into this life. 

    "You are. There are only three others here with an aura as dark as yours and they're guards," 

    "Why are you here?"

    "My master was killed by a wolf," she pulled her legs up wrapping her arms around them. 

    "You loved her?" 

    "Him. He raised me. I was four when he found me," 

    "How old are you now?" 

    "Ninety-six," she just a few years younger than I am.

    "Come closer," I demanded. 

    She looked around before scooting closer. I pushed the heat in my body out a little more stopping before I could damage my clothes. She curled into me her skin is ice cold. I placed my hand on the back of her neck my fangs aching to feed on her. 

    "Tu suscipe me sicut magister vester?" (Do you accept me as your master?) I whispered into her ear. She moved her head to the side offering me her neck. 

    "I accept you as my master," her voice trembled. 

    The sadness in her voice told me this is eating her up inside. It also told me this was the right decision. This girl wouldn't betray me no matter what. She wants nothing more than to survive. I pulled her up on my lap so she could face me. Her legs spread so she could straddle my thighs. Tears ran down her face knowing I wasn't going to hold back. I need her and she needs me. 

    "What's your name?" I asked pushing her hair back. 

    "I'll be whatever you want me to be," she sobbed quietly. 

    "Whisper it to me before I bite you," 

She came closer, pressing her chest against mine.

    "He named me Caroleen," she whispered. "I hate it," 

    "What do you want to be called?" 

    "My mortal mom. She named me Charlotte. She called me Charlie," 

    I gripped the back of her neck and pulled her to me. We had the attention of all the others in the room. I growled at them making them all look away. My fangs pushed through my gums anticipating the feed to come. 

    "Dehinc tibi erit, Charleigh Darius. Filia Adaleigh Darius. Canis ab herede de sanguine, Kaign Darius,"  (From here on you are, Charleigh Darius. Daughter of Adaleigh Darius, the Heir of the bloodhound, Kaighn Darius).

    I growled pulling her into me hard and bit into the base of her neck. Her blood rushed into my mouth. The taste of her blood had a hint of who her master was and it nearly killed me. I pulled her into me tighter in the realization of just how close we'd become. The reason we were drawn to one another so closely. I pulled away licking the wound on her neck shut. I bit my wrist giving her my blood to make her a part of me.

    "Kaign was your father?" she asked. The pink in her eyes darkened fading from their rosy pink to a bright glowing magenta. My blood in her is stronger than his.

    "He was," I sighed leaning back giving her access to my neck. "Feed. You've been without your origin for too long," 

    Her eyes darkened at the sight of my bare neck. Her fangs pierced my skin and she began to drink with greed. I looked up to see others discreetly glancing in our direction. I had just made us a target for all of them. I placed my hand on the back of her head protectively. 

    The memories in her head flooded my mind. My father a prominent figure in them. She had adored him as much as I had. He had found her in the new world. A survivor of the many casualties the wolves inflicted on mortals. She's special. He had known that. It's not often a former eye's change the way hers did. They had been a soft brown in her mortality.

    I had heard of the war leaking out of the boundaries of Darkness but I had no idea just how catastrophic they were. The fire, the blood, the shouts in her memories told me how bad it is out there. I watched as she remembered the night she was taken from him. Two years after he had turned her. She had been alone all this time. We had been unaware of her just as she had been unaware of us. 

    She fell asleep shortly after feeding on me. The strength of her made me smile with pride. He had raised her strong. He had turned her at twenty-five, right in the prime of her life. The perfect time for her to be turned. She had excelled in all of his training. I smiled when the memories of her killing master vampires single-handedly to keep herself alive came around. Her life spilled into mine as the bond between us cemented.

    "You two won't make it to the end of the week," a man across the room announced. "Female on female feeds are taboo. Former or not," 

    "w****s," another spat in our direction. 

    "If your mad now, wait until I f**k her," I laughed. 

    The other woman in the room looked away trying not to laugh. Several of them growled at me. I looked down at the sleeping girl on my lap. Her chestnut brown hair is thick with dirt and dry blood. Her pale cold skin is covered in dirt and scratches. Scratches that began to heel as my blood took its course in her body repairing all the damages and wounds allowing her the vitality of an immortal. My immortal.

    Female on female feeding was known as a taboo before Queen Milliane took control of Darkness. The males of the old world are the only ones that are desperately clinging to the old laws. No one wants the woman in any race to have a place at the knight's tables of our world. These idiots are in for a hell of a ride if they think they can take anything from me. I am the daughter of the Bloodhound. Killing is in my soul.