Daughters Of Pierce

Two

    Edwardian stood on a rooftop terrace with Avaira next to her. Down below is the clear view of Vesuvia's most famous vampire delights, "The Coffin Incantations". This place is run by witches that love to be fed on. 

    Witches of Darkness are the most important creatures in all of Darkness because, without them, mortals would be forced to live among us and that is something Darkness can't afford. Mortals feed us all and their survival ensures that all of Darkness survives. We're separated from mortals so that the mortals don't have to live with knowing what they truly are. Cattle. 

    Edwardian is a force to be reckoned with. She not only takes care of the House of Lamia but all houses. The only house that had chosen not be part of Darkness law is the House of Lycan, they broke away into the mortal world. The wolves like to remind Darkness of their existence by coming into the barrier and attacking our protected former humans.

    As creatures of Darkness, the wolves are allowed to come and go as they please. Not all wolves are alike it's just a handful of packs that enjoy taunting Darkness for allowing the Alpha King and Luna Queen to leave Darkness. The only reason they were allowed to leave is because of a truce our mother Queen Milianne Pierce established with them. 

    The truce remains intact because Edwardian makes sure of it. When mother died, E took complete responsibility of being a queen even without being old enough to take the throne. She is still the princess, our uncle is her council with the official seat with among the elders, but she is the one that officially makes the final decisions. There is no one else to take the role, but her. Not that she would allow anyone else to take her rightful place.

    Inside of Incantations is a wolf by the name of Marcus Odare. That particular wolf is the wolf that led the attack on a branch of former human Darknessian correction knights that go by name of Human Force. These particular former humans make sure that humans and Darknessians do not have contact outside of mortals who do know what Darkness is and what lives within the barriers all over the world. 

    Each of these humans is turned by Vampire overlords like Edwardian, Avaira, Armadian, and Philip. These turned vampires are known as formers. They have masters that once every ten years give up a vile of blood that keep them from becoming Zombified Vampires. Should a former reach this state without a master, the formers are captured and dealt with in training camps.

    During the last moon cycle, a group of wolves broke in and killed an entire station of human force knights that held one hundred and sixteen formers. The building was brought down. This particular station was established twenty-five years ago by Edwardian herself. These had been her formers. 

    To turn a human into a former, Edwardian gives up an ounce of her blood so that it can reproduce within the human. The human blood dies and is replaced by her blood making the human sort of like Edwardian's baby. When this baby dies, she feels their pain, their fear, and then the emptiness of her loss.

    "Are you ready for this?" Edwardian asked Avaira who looked over at her with a smirk.

    "Pretending to be a wench in order to kill a wolf? What's better than killing someone at their most vulnerable state?" the two of them laughed as Avaira her closest friend since she was a toddler, made sure her bosoms look the part she needs them to play tonight. The two of them are dressed in the finest silks, with the finest jewelry Darkness has to offer.

    In a flash, Avaira was entering the saloon casually. Edwardian began to count in the back of her head. She had searched for the wolf high and low. He and the pack he is running had gone through the terrain never staying too long in one city. Tracking wolves is harder than tracking any other kind of Darknessian. The barriers can't tell distinguish the skin from the pelt and with wild wolves running around, those dogs all look the same. 

    The witches made contact with Edwardian the moment they set foot in Vesuvia. The eldest most powerful witches live here under Dygon the first Topaz witch and Edwardian has her fangs deep in all of them. They love her. She gives them whatever they want and allows them to do as they please so as long as no one gets hurt and the mortals brought here wouldn't remember being fed on. Every now and then she reminds them who they work for.

    Edwardian spread her wings expertly gliding into the room she and Avaira had chosen to take Marcus into. The witches placed a binding spell that locks the three of them in with no interruption until Marcus is dead. She set up the rope and the silver weapons they intend to use in order to bind him once Avaira brought him up. 

    The noise Avaira and the wolf made coming up the stairs made Edwardian smile. He has completely given in to her charm. The door burst open and he was shoved in. His laughter echoed along the chamber walls until his eyes connected with Avaira's again. He saw that she is no longer laughing or smiling. 

    "Good evening, Marcus," Edwardian spoke up as Avaira shut the door and made her way over to the bed where she flung herself right into the pillows face first.

    "Who are you?" he asked looking between her and Avaira.

    "Do you remember the human force temple you destroyed near the pacific in the heart of Darkness region?" she asked. "It was a few moons ago,"

    "What of it?" he asked crossing his arms.

    "Who ordered the hit?" she asked calmly before grabbing him by the iron of his torso armor. 

    She pushed him back until the back of his legs hit the chair she had set up for him. Marcus lost his balance and sat back on the chair impressed with the strength this small woman is displaying. Then again, this is Darkness. He didn't move a muscle as E bound him to the chair. He's tantalized by the succubus side and he doesn't even know it.

    "What makes you think that it was an order? How do you know it wasn't just the need to want to screw with the new upcoming queen?"

    "Do you know who this queen is?" Edwardian asked with a smile.

    "No, nor I care who or what that hybrid b***h is,"

    "You best watch your tongue before I cut it out mongrel," Avaira growled from under the pillows.

    "Loyal fang w****s. The b***h would send her little minions,"

    "I don't have minions," Edwardian chastised, a smile playing her lips. "You know I like to be dramatic when it comes to those who like to play with what I have and those who deny me what I want. See if you were to have grown within the bounds of the barriers of Darkness, you wouldn't be such a narrowed minded imbecile,"

    "You expect me to believe you are the princess of the House of Lamia," he laughed.

    "I expect you to answer my first question Marcus," 

    "I led the attack. I planned it for a little over a week before I went through with it. Tearing into them is amazing. Formers are just so easy to tear apart,"

    "Do you know why formers need a master?" she asked ignoring his taunting.

    "Because they're weak,"

    "No, that's the last thing formers are. The master gives up their very being for their Kin. The master uses their blood to replace what had once been mortal to guide them into a sane immortality," she stood in front of him looking over his head and out the window. "When the master's formers are killed, the master feels every bit of their agony as if it were happening to the master himself. What you did was kill an entire kin of formers. All at once do you know what that did to their master?"

    "She was tickled?" he asked sarcastically.

    "I felt them all die at once. The pain of their loss still lingers in my bones. The tearing and the biting I felt it all and I couldn't move to help them from the agony. I was forced to experience all their deaths stuck inside my coffin during daylight," leaning down she growled lowly into his ear.

    "That sucks," he bit out smugly.

    There's this thing about E that is the most frightening thing about her. If she is speaking, her words are to be listened to and her silence should not be taken for granted. She's done speaking and even when she knows that what this man said about him slaughtering her formers is a lie. All she wants now is his blood to ease the suffering inside of her. Suffering she has held inside of her since the moment the vampire side had transitioned within her. The thirst that rarely goes away. The hunger that isn't sated for too long. 

    "E, are you okay?" Avaira asked sitting up, but Edwardian didn't answer. "Well, so much for taking a nap,"

    "What?" Marcus asked.

    "She's done talking, friend. I usually hate what happens after that. I'll stand by the window until she is done since I can't leave,"

    "What is she going to do? Come on little red don't let her kill me," Marcus began to beg.

    "Sorry guy. I wouldn't help you even if I could. What you did needs to be answered for and I volunteered for this. I thought you would be smart enough to not dare and taunt her, but I was wrong. May you be forgiven in your next life,"

    Edwardian forgot all about the small weapons she was going to use on him. Her eyes didn't leave the window behind the wolf. She's not staring at anything in particular.  The beasts inside her are struggling. They both want to rip the wolf's throat out along with so many other things she could do to draw out his death.

    When the king of the House of Incubi procreated with the queen of the House of Lamia they thought one side would overpower the other. What they never expected was for their children to gain power over both sides making them into what they are now.

    A succubus harpy hides within the beautiful mask of perfection. The wings of a gargoyle, the smooth impenetrable skin only a succubus can have. All layered along with the lustful feed they partake from their victims. One of the least vicious immortals within the boundaries of Darkness and one of the deadliest.

    A vampire, a beast in the form of the most beautiful creatures anyone can lay their eyes upon, with the endless hunger for blood and war. Their need to be at the top of the world the pain of inhumanity washed with the sense of a living being. The most vicious of all immortals. The apex predator of all apex predators.

    Her wings shifted through her skin with the sound of cracking bones under her flesh. Her hands shifting into the claws of the harpy, her fangs extending ready to tear into the promise of blood. The harpy marveling for the essence of lust and fear.

    Edwardian ripped away the ropes, allowing the wolf to run around the room searching for a way out. Marcus is clawing desperately at the walls and doors. Avaira looked away not wanting to see what her friend is right now. She looked down at the clueless civilians of Darkness in the streets below. The witches made sure that they wouldn't be able to see or hear what was happening in this room.

    Marcus toppled over the tea table laying on top of the mess he had made. He allowed himself to look at his impending death. Edwardian had made no efforts to move as she watched the coward make a fool of himself. The smile on her lips is sinister and emotionless.

    "The order came from inside of the barrier. My alpha had no choice, but to do what he was ordered to do,"

    "Where inside of the barrier?" Avaira asked going over to him.

    In an instant, Edwardian had him by the throat taking in what the harpy needed. Marcus began to moan as if he was being mounted by the tightest of virgins. The power coming into her is stronger than her regular feeders stronger coming from a beta wolf.

    "Goddess what is she doing to me?" he groaned in pleasure.

    "Answer my questions before the vampire side feeds," Avaira growled.

    "Excaliber's council," he gasped grabbing onto Edwardian's wrist

    Edwardian had her fill of his lust. Her fangs ached, knowing that wolf blood had always been the most exciting kind of blood she had ever had. She pulled him into her chest and began to take in the scent of the peace that is to come with his blood.

    Avaira once again looked away as Edwardian's fangs slammed down into his neck. This time his screams echoed in the room as he tried to pull away. She had drained most of his energy through his lust disabling the one thing that could have saved him, his wolf. As she repeatedly bit into him to drained the blood out of him, the wolf began to die, and shortly after the skin.

    With his death the spell was lifted and the scent of other wolves began to waft into the room. Edwardian needed more. She's fully given into the beasts inside of her. Avaira usually never lets her go this far, but this time she had allowed Edwardian to take more than her fill. These wolves that had taken her formers. 

    Just like the other four hybrids, once they had their fill. The remaining victims ended up casualties. Guts, limbs, and body stew are all that remains of what the casualties they set their eyes on.

    Biting into the wolves or anything living gives Edwardian peace. The ripping of their limbs and flesh give her pleasure. The alpha that had ordered his men to kill her formers now knows that his pack has been obliterated into scraps of meat. An alpha does not feel the pain of it's fallen comrades he just knows that the connection is no longer there causing a small headache and his temper to rise. This time tomorrow night Edwardian will be home with an upset alpha on her tail. An alpha that will not die until all of his descendants are dead. Avaira feels pity for this alpha. He shouldn't have messed with something none of us understand yet.

    "Oh dear," Malikson gasped walking in as Avaira came down the stairs. "I see she lost control of herself,"

    "What did you expect? Masters view their formers as children,"

    "Take her, when she snaps out of it tell her we took care of this for her. That she doesn't need to worry,"

    "I left the trunk in our room. Everything you asked for is in there. When she comes around she will make contact again for the rest of your p*****t,"

    "Thank you Lady Sterling. It is best for you to be on your way," he urged, rubbing the back of his neck as he scanned the room.

    Avaira took Edwardian by her hand and lead her out of the building as other witches walked in. Getting Edwardian into the carriage is always the hard part. Getting her into her coffin is the easy part since the vampire side loves to reside in it. The sound of Avaira's breathing and the sounds of the moving carriage are the only sounds E can hear. 

    A burst of laughter took control of Edwardian. The laughter that hides away the tears she holds back wishing the pain inside of her would go away. It pains her to know what she is. An endless hatred towards the monster her parents are both cursed with. The eldest child of two pure bloodlines that should never have been joined. They did this to her. How could they do this to her? How could they have done this to any of us?