The Vampire King: Jasper’s Rise to the Throne

Chapter: One

Oh, my head I think as I clutch it in my icy hands. It feels like it’s trapped in between two boulders and it’s being hammered into, the pressure is intense. Argh I can’t stand this.

“Shhh be quiet.” An unfamiliar voice in my head whispers. That’s not my voice. Panic grips my throat, threatening to suffocate me where I lie..

Where am I?

Much to my body's protests, I move my hands, searching, feeling for any clue, do I know this place? My body aches, my chest burning as if someone has ripped a hole in it.

Wait…

Was I dead!?

I had to be, no one survives what I remember happening to me.

Shuddering at the thought, I try to will my eyes open, but the light is piercing, it tugs at my stomach. Shutting them.

I am going to be sick.

My chest heaves in protest.

Ok, what do I know?

lay flat on the surface beneath me, the smells swirling in the air indicate I am at least where I was before I died. I am still in Mesopotamia, the putrid smell permeates the walls, even in this dank and dark place.

All this thinking is doing nothing for the gripping strangle hold something has on my head. Like claws are digging into every side, threatening to crack it open and scoop out the mess inside..

Think Jasper, what happened?

The last thing I remember.

I was standing atop the palace with the Queen when everyone was attacked by people in black cloth. Their eyes were even covered, almost to shield them from the blazing Sun.

I did everything I could to protect her, to protect her children but.. The images fade briefly as the thoughts ravage my already weary head.

I do not want to think about those innocent children lifeless on the palace floor. Much to my protests the images still flood my mind.

The guards scattered, blood dripping on the floor. Throats ripped out, claw marks on their chests.

The poor children, their screams ringing in my ears. I tried to reach them… The smiles of the assassins were sickening as they ended their short lives. The children were beautiful, sweet, innocent in all this. I whimper at the memory, tears pool in my eyes.

Then it dawns on me, the King?…

Was he? Did they manage to kill him?

Where was the Queen?

I managed to get her to safety before that masked bandit jumped atop me. Even though the dark cloth covered most of the assassin's face.

Those glowing eyes were like nothing I have ever seen in my life. They weren't real, they couldn’t be.

“Oh, you are awake.” A dark silky voice echoes from the shadows. The sunlight doesn’t touch the corners of the room.

Not daring to reveal the beauty behind those words. I could only envision perfection placing those words unto my ears.

I blink slowly and look into the shadows, hoping to catch a glimpse. The darkness overpowers my eyesight, I can see nothing.

Blinking rapidly, I hope to catch a glimpse of this stranger.

A female?

Unusual for a female to be alone here, or rescuing a male.

The voice is like honey and as I look harder, I am met with the most mesmerising golden eyes. They shine and flash with lust. What could she possibly want from me?

Women never took a fancy to me. I was too dark.. Too serious.

I furrow my brows. I have never seen eyes that could melt you with a simple flutter of eyelashes.

“Jasper, you are remarkable.” The sultry voice whispers.

I look at her eyes, fixated on them. How could she be real? Those eyes, as bright as the sun, flash and dance with her emotions.

I feel pulled towards them, I want to get up and touch her.. Do things to her. What is this urge?

But the feeling does not last long.

“Those children.” Comes the mystery voice plaguing my thoughts.

Angry bile rises up into my throat, threatening to burn the words I want to utter, to scream at this woman.

The children, their young innocent faces flash before my eyes. I glare at the eyes in the shadows.

“How could you!” The lava like bile wins and coats my words in venom.

The tears stream down my face, the hot liquid surprising me. I touch my face in shock. Tears aren’t normally this warm, or sticky.

My eyes adjust to the darkness and I hold my fingers tentatively towards the light.

Blood!!!

The crushing nausea continues as I let out a scream like nothing I’ve produced in my life. A scream filled with confusion and anguish.

“Where am I?” My words almost falter, yet they escape on a shaky wisp of breath.

I am met with silence, that is almost deafening, which gives my mind a chance to adjust to the sounds in the room. I hear scurrying, like a mouse, but how can I hear its tiny claws clattering across the ground? My head snaps quickly in the direction of the scratching. It infuriates me. I see it, as plain as day – a mouse is hidden in the darkness, yet I can see its fast breathing, I can hear its racing heart beating against its chest.

Still nothing from the woman whose voice both infuriates me and fascinates me.

Has she left? I search the shadows and a wave of hunger washes over me. I don’t feel right. Something is truly wrong with me. I want to eat the mouse. I need to eat it.

Breathe Jasper.

“My dear, you are in the Vampire Kingdom. You will learn your new life soon, for now..” Her eyes glow a deep red as she steps into the light.

Vampires?

“What are Vampires?” I ask.

She gives me a smile, a grin that flashes razor sharp teeth, which are perfectly white. Her lip gently presses on the sharp canines that descend and I suddenly feel like I may be the meal. Anxiety rises as I sit upright.

Her teeth grow as do her fingernails and I gasp.

“Demon!” my voice hisses at her.

She seems to find this amusing and only chuckles in response.

I am in awe. I am not scared, even though I know I should be.

Her beauty is like no other I’ve seen before. Her striking features are all I can see, I drink her in hungrily. She seems pleased with my attention. Alluring, stunning, her face seems like it was created by the gods, or she was one.

Her dark raven hair and molten gold irises are a match made in heaven.

“My dear Jasper,” she coos as she gently touches my face. She's cold as ice, but I find this comforting.

There is something about her touch... I was forced to take a vow of celibacy to protect the Queen. Was this what it was like to have a woman touch you?

Her pale skin soon turns golden and her eyes dim slightly into a cooler amber shade.

She sighs. The sunlight changed her complexion completely and I have far more questions than answers.

What is this trickery?

Witchcraft!?

Demons?

I was warned about these creatures by the priests, I was informed that evil stalks the Earth and I would be tempted by it.

Yet, I can’t look away, I am drawn to her.

Looking up at the beauty before me, something stirs in me.

Lust?

Before I can grasp the emotion, the hunger rips through me again and I groan collapsing back to the floor with a thud.

I have never experienced this type of pain, it's beyond anything I have ever felt. Not even a spear piercing my abdomen compares to this gnawing, aching pain.

My eyes meet hers, pleading. Her eyes grow sad.

“I am sorry Jasper…” Her gaze lingers as she moves back into the shadows and that’s when I smell it. The floral bouquet, that’s driving me insane. I feel the hunger increase and I want nothing more than to rip this beautiful flowery scent to shreds, whatever, or whoever it may be.

I growl as I feel my teeth itch and my head pounds in protest. All I can hear is the beating of a heart, one I want to sink my teeth into. The smell and the influx of emotions is disturbing.

I want violence.

A young woman is thrust into the light and I growl as she approaches. She is all I want.

I want to devour her.

She’s naked and I feel repulsed, my celibacy and the honour to live my life that way tugging at the raw need to feast. The effort I put into ignoring her is futile. The smells, the beating of her heart, they’re making the hunger worse. What is happening to me?

I try to tear my gaze off her slender figure. She’s beautiful in her own way. Her breasts are heavy and her n*****s hard. I feel aroused and confused and the hunger I feel towards this woman disturbs me.

I have never met her. Then why do I want her? Why do I NEED her?

Her dark skin is stunning, her eyes a beautiful brown with flecks of gold and her hair curls effortlessly above her head, like a halo.

I look at her throat. It’s elegant, long.

Swan like.

That’s when I hear it, the whooshing.

Not the beating of her heart but the sweet nectar that pumps through her veins.

A growl rips out of my throat again as I watch her like a predator watches their prey.

“Eat.. Trust your instincts.” Comes the silky voice from the corner of the room, still draped in darkness.

Does she want to watch this?

I look at the woman in the light. Her skin erupts in a shiver and she holds back her tears. She never looks away from my eyes. Hers are filled with fear.

Shaking, the woman steps closer and simply says, “Please don’t make me suffer.” Her eyes pleading as she hits the floor on her knees in front of me and cranes her neck to the side.

Accepting whatever grizzly fate awaits her.

The pulse. I see it. It’s echoing off the walls, drilling into my skull and I don’t know what else to do. I will go mad if I don’t have her.

I feel the urge, the pull. I feel the itch in my teeth, the hunger growing.I try to resist the pain but it radiates through my body.

I scream trying to control whatever is happening to me.

I expect her to flinch, to try and run.

Surprisingly, the woman on her knees grabs my hand. Her hands are soft and comforting and she controls the natural urge to pull away from my icy skin. I can smell her, she’s like the finest meal I’ve ever been given.

“Do not fight it. Please.. It’ll only make the hunger worse. I am ready.” She smiles sadly and I look up into her eyes.

Her eyes hold tears that dare not shed from their prison, she holds onto them tightly, her smile only slightly faltering. Her eyes convey fear but acceptance. Bravery, something not seen in many people.

She presses on her neck with her free hand, beckoning me.

I look into the shadows. Those glowing golden eyes are studying me. She seems pleased, thrilled.

Why would she want to watch this?

What am I doing?

Am I going to eat her?

Should I cook her first?

“I am ready,” she repeats and this time, her voice is filled with determination. Not a single syllable quivers in fear.

Instinct takes over.

“You know what to do.” Comes the mystery internal voice.

“Trust yourself.”

I pull the woman in closer. Her body is soft and I can’t help but caress her. I've never held a woman in my life but instinct takes over.

I pick her up and take her to the bed. I lay her down and look over her beautiful body.

A whisper in the corner of the room.

“Give her pleasure before you feed. Your first feed will be like thick honey if you can please her.” Those eyes glow as I look at them, as if she is giving me permission to devour the woman in front of me… Follow my instincts.

“Name,” I simply ask.

“Hadiza,” she responds with a nervous swallow. I watch her throat intently.

I look down and I see her beautiful flower. Her hair is trimmed and neat and it glistens with nectar. I want to taste it so I grab her thighs and place her legs over my shoulders. I look at the petals of her beautiful flower, nectar dripping down and I stick out my tongue, catching a few drops. My senses are enthralled as I lick up her petals and I hear a moan rise from her throat. All her fear vanishes as I hit a little bud. It’s hard and I flick it a few times with my tongue.

I climb off the bed, still with her legs draped elegantly over my shoulders. I kneel on the floor and worship the beauty before me.

Her petals glisten and I lap at them. Her moans are more frequent when I lick her hard nub. I concentrate my efforts on that delectable area, her legs shake as I lick and suck it, her flower weeps and I rub two fingers close to the core, where the nectar comes from.

I place my fingers against it collecting what I want to taste and I pause from my current task of licking her delicately.

I place the finger in my mouth and she tastes divine. A growl escapes my throat in appreciation.

I gently lick her again which causes her to moan and squeeze her legs against my head.

I am hungry and I dive in devouring her scent, her moans increase and I continue licking her delicate flower as I gently place a finger into her core, it slides effortlessly in.

Her moans and whimpers became harder to hear as her core tightens around my finger and her nectar leaks out. I lap it up greedily.

Satisfied with her release, I remove my finger and place it in my mouth sucking it.

If this tastes as good as the liquid pulsing through her veins, I will be satisfied.

Her breathing is short and sharp, her face flushed.

Placing her legs gently beside me, I stand to take her all in.

I look at her glorious breasts, lean down and I take one into my mouth as I gently rub the other with my free hand.

She’s whimpering and pulls at my hair.

I growl and I feel a tightness in my pants like never before.

I swiftly remove them and I want to be inside her.

I follow my urge.

I pick her up with little effort and I push her against the cold wall. She gasps and I continue licking and sucking on her breasts.

I am throbbing.

I need to be inside her.

I position myself, placing my hardness against her core.

I gently ease her onto my large member and her head pulls to the side as I slide her onto me.

Oh my, the feeling is indescribable.

I thrust in and out of her core as I hear her moans become louder, I watch her neck and my teeth itch.

Bite her.

I lick my lips and prick my tongue on something sharp.

My teeth are just like the ones I saw on the Vampire.

I move my mouth to her pulsating neck, her heart beat drumming against my lips as I suck and lick her throat and neck.

I am close.

I want to bite her.

My member pulsates and empties its seed.

I lick her tender throat and neck one last time before biting down with so much force her life drains into my mouth. Her moans are quickly replaced with silence as I fill my stomach with her beautiful red liquid.

I lift her up and lay her on her bed as I take my fill of her. Her beautiful skin is dulling.

She tastes wonderful…

My stomach is full.

The anger and hunger was replaced with euphoria.

She tastes so sweet.

Pangs of guilt pull at me as my mind returns to calm.

I pull away and I look at her realising what I have done.

I gasp and let out a sob.

“Jasper, it’s ok.. You needed to consume Royal blood, or else the turn wouldn’t have taken, you would have gone feral.. Scared blood is bitter. It’s not filling and will only deepen your hunger, she knew her role, she was happy to oblige.” Her eyes flash as I look towards her, they are filled with sadness.

“Is she dead?” My words feel like knives running against my soul.

I plead with her. “What can I do?”… Looking at the lifeless woman draped across the bed.

Her golden eyes watch the woman on the bed intently.

“Not yet, do you want her to live?” She comes back into the light as I look down at the poor woman fighting to breathe.

“Does She have a good life to return to?” I ask as I mull over my decision.

“Her family sold her to us for this purpose.” Her voice is laced with sorrow.

SOLD!

A fresh wave of anger washes over me.

Where could she go?

Looking at the poor girl, sold to feed me.

ME.

A monster.

The choice seems clear and I quickly end her life.

“No more suffering.” I whisper into her ear, before gently kissing both eyes and covering her naked frame.

“Will she be looked after?” I ask this woman before me, who is still a mystery to me.

“Yes, I will see to it I talk to the Gods and have her reincarnated, she deserves a better life.”

My sorrow wains, but I am perplexed.

Reincarnated?

My face creases with questions and I look at…

“Jasper, I am Anatu… I am the first Vampire.” She smiles at me.

Vampire.. She has used that word before.

“Am I one?” I know the answer but the question must be answered.

“Yes, you are.” She smiles at me, her teeth dazzling.

“What are we?” My face contorts as I try to make sense of the madness that has just unfolded in the last 2 hours.

“All with time.” Anatu takes my hand, its not as cold as before. Actually it feels pleasant like a fire, flickering against the skin, not close enough to burn but beautifully warm and enticing.

The feeling travels up my arm and I am tempted to embrace this woman.

Why?

I look back at Hadiza and I am wracked with guilt.

“Sleep tight, princess.” My words are soft and I swear I see a light engulf her, before Anatu pulls me towards the door.

“You won’t need to feed on an innocent again.” Anatu says flatly.

“Anatu? What is happening?” I look into her eyes pleading.

She gently drapes a large cloth over my body, covering my shame.

“Call me Ana.” She simply takes my hand leading me out of the room I was reborn in.