Written in Blood

A Choice?

"None of you will attempt to get in my way." a mature womanly voice said as she looked down at the magnificent sight of blood attribute ki and one so powerful at that. It was extremely rare to find someone with such a dark nature ki to come through that it was wise to snatch them up particularly if they have little or no backing.

"The boy is mine and mine alone. He belongs to my Ghost Whisper sect. The twins can be yours...he is mine" the womanly voice said in a calm, but intimidating voice her voice was smooth and sweet like honey irresistible to the ear of the average person.

"Be at ease Fairy Feng none of our sects have the ability or desire to cultivate such a cursed attribute." a elderly voice said in a casual tone.

"Ay! and who would want to get on Fairy Feng's bad side anyways?" A chorus of agreement followed as she looked down at her prize a nearly sadistic smile grew on her face.

Satisfied with their responses she waved to her servant who had been standing just behind herself to pull the young man out early and bring him to her quarters immediately.

Her eyes drifted back to the young man whose aura was quite strong. She smiled quite content with this selection.

...

Ao Ruang stepped down from the platform without being asked, but he knew there was something off based on everyone's reactions only after he had moved down did people start discussing amongst themselves.

Do I run? Or should I stick through? Ao Ruang was conflicted as he didn't know if he would be rewarded or punished for his unusual ki.

Backing away slowly as the assessment continued with the rest of the students, Ao Ruang slowly tried melting into the crowd of students until he reached the back edge where he turned around only to see a Deacon's robes that had a spectral hand gripping a wilted rose.

"Ao Ruang. Come with me. Someone would like to speak with you."

...

Feng Lian laid promiscuously on a cushion her quarters were decorated with dim lights and the scent of incense filled the room that were created by her to cause men to put down their guard to her femine charms. Feng Lian wore the sect silk robes that clung to her body well revealing her delicate curves and a veil only revealing her clear and intoxicating gaze. Men were quite easy to lure into traps in this scenario let alone a young boy who is just beginning to understand the opposite sex...she would ensnare him and bring him into the sect.

There were rumors that she was the great grand-daughter of the founder of the sect, but those rumors were not her concern. Feng Lian's one desire was to raise the sect up to where they could leave this backwater city known as Firedawn. The other sect elders were only worried about attaining power in the city, but what use is being the top fish in a small pond?

This is why she prided herself on being able to spot and grow talents. This youth however was the first she was genuinely excited about in a long time.

"Elder Feng! We have arrived!"

A subtle, yet confident smile was concealed behind her violet veil.

...

"Enter!" a mature woman's voice called them in Ao Ruang could already smell a strong intoxicating scent. While it was clearly heavy in the air he didn't feel much at all only a more faint scent..something far more sweet.

Looking around the small chamber like some form of magnetic energy his eyes were drawn to a picturesque beauty who laid lazily on a cushion.

"Please. Sit." she said almost as if she were purring.

*Thudum*

Ao Ruang's extra sensitive ears caught the sound of a distant drum.

"So tell me Ao Ruang. What a pleasant name. How does it feel to have passed the assessment?"

*Thudum*

"Err...I passed? I thought I left before the end?" Ao Ruang said, slightly puzzled.

"The assessment is merely a formality for the city lord to feel like he has some sort of control over the sects. What is important is that you have been chosen by my Ghostly Whisper sect." she hand waved the city lord as if he was a minor inconvenience.

Ao Ruang took a moment to register that this young woman who couldn't be older than twenty-five was a sect elder and that she had just formally offered for him to join the sect.

"I see it is a lot for you to process, but should you accept..." the remark held a tinge of hostility in it.

*Thudum* *Thudum*

"Will be brought..."

*Thudum*

"as one of my own outer disciples."

The woman's scent and heart beat had begun to distract him more and more, his mouth filled with saliva and he could feel his fangs begin to sharpen as they protrude more and more.

Snapping out of his trance Ao Ruang rubbed his nose embarrassingly "I'm sorry Elder...I err got distracted..." he said blushing as he knew that while it didn't look like he was thirsting for blood he clearly looked like he was enamored by her looks. Even though she was a world shaking beauty he was still a youth who had no experience in romance or relations between the sexes beyond Ding Liling being rather flirtatious at times.

A smile crept across Feng Lian's face as Ao Ruang fumbled with his words.

"I plan on accepting you as my personal outer disciple. What do you think?"

*Thudum* *Thudum* *Thudum*

"I--I accept!" Ao Ruang said as he squeezed his eye's shut to look away from the intoxicating scent and to attempt to block out more simulus before his eyes began to change.

"Good! Come to the sect with this token and give it to the gatekeeper deacon and Deacon Ru An here will come and retrieve you for me."

Ao Ruang grabbed the token and bowed "Thank you elder!"

*Thudum* *Thudum* 

"No need for formalities, my young disciple call me Lady Feng."

With two more swift bows Ao Ruang fled from the room as quickly as he could.

...

Feng Lian couldn't help but giggle softly as the young man retreated her incense seemed to work much better than normal he must have very little experience with the opposite s*x.

Glancing over at Deacon Ru An who stood silently in the corner, his face slightly unpleasant.

"What is it Ru An? Is there something you aren't happy with?"

Grunting in acknowledgement Ru An turned to Feng Lian "I don't like the way he looked at you...as if you were...prey."

Feng Lian giggled slightly louder "He is a young man they all look at beauties that way."

"No...not like that." Ru An muttered to himself.

...

Ao Ruang stumbled through the maze-like city as he searched in vain for his inn. Ding Liling needed to be with him as soon as possible so he could feed or he wouldn't be able to get that scent from his mind and he might snap. The last thing he needed was to go blood crazed in public especially after the publicity he just had.

After several minutes he finally saw the inn and Ding Liling was hanging clothes on the window sill of the second story of the inn outside their room.

Ao Ruang's vision blurred and he rushed into the inn and up the stairway...Ding Liling wasn't going to find this feeding nearly as pleasant as others. Which Ao Ruang could never quite understand.