Chapter One: Angel's Blood

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CHAPTER 01: Angel’s blood               [1802]

       It was a dark overcast December morning; the dark angry storm clouds hold great promise of snow come nightfall. The suns strangled rays fell meekly upon the frost covered earth through their thin meager cell bars of gray clouds, which slowly drifted causing the rays to slowly cross the gray scaled scenery till the weak beams came to rest upon a frost covered structure.

      “Carl! Carl, slow down!”

A young boy ran through the white and black trees wide smile formed upon his bright pink lips, fog forming about his jaw with every puff of his labored breath. The frozen ground crunched beneath his shoes as he entered a clearing and leaped atop a large rock that jutted up out of the frozen earth. He placed his chilled hands upon his hips panting lightly, turning to face the direction he’d come to see his brother staggering behind him.

“Oh Samuel you lazy bum, can’t you even keep up?” Carl teased as his younger brother came to rest near the base of the rock, doubling over with the force of his labored breathing. “You after all are the faster runner.”

       Carl had caramel brown hair that delicately fell atop his head, and hazel eyes.

       Samuel on the other hand had long straight black hair, which was tied back in a low ponytail, and steel blue eyes.

      Samuel glanced up from his stooped position towards his brother, sweat chilling upon his brow.

“B-but you’re not as c-clumsy as I am.” He panted, climbing atop the perch his brother stood so proudly upon.

“Oh you’re just a baby.” Carl teased elbowing his brother hard in the ribs before poking and prodding him playfully. Samuel twitched and jerked at the prodding till he lost his balance and fell off of the rock. He fell with a loud crunch, his form having crushed the frozen blades of grass. He groaned while his brothers teasing laughter echoed in his ears. He pushed himself up onto his elbow rubbing the back of his head. His eyes widened as he slowly rose to his feet, he gaped, his brother continuing to laugh at his expense. He lifted his hand.

“Carl.” He received no response. He snarled and turned shoving is brother—almost off of the rock. “Carl!” He exclaimed. Carl flailed his arms, catching his balance and straightening up. He smirked down at his brother.

“What can’t handle the jesting?”

Samuel merely lifted his hand and pointed. Carl crossed his arms across his chest, his eyes following his brothers pointing finger till they came to rest upon what had gotten his brother in such a state of awe. His eyes widened, his arms falling to his sides, mouth hanging agape. Samuel let his arm fall into place at his side, inching nearer towards his brother and his brothers perch.

“W-what is it?” He questioned in a hushed tone, fog forming around his pink lips. Carl shoved him away with his foot.

“It’s an old ruined castle you idiot!” He snapped, jumping from his perch, the grass crunching beneath his brown shoes. “I bet it’s from the fifteen-hundreds, can you imagine it?” He asked, wide smile adorning his pink lips, his excitement obvious in his voice.

“Carl I’m getting bad vibes off of this place, maybe we should head home.” He suggested. He stiffened his shoulders as his brother spun on his heels and gave him a mocking look.

“You’re not scared? Are you Samuel?”

A pink blush painted itself across Samuel’s cheeks.

“No!” He stated, but Carl just scoffed, crossing his arms.

“Please. You’d go running back to mother like the coward you are!”

Samuel’s face flushed bright red. He glared daggers at his brother, who had adorned a mocking smirk. He gritted his teeth, hands balled into fists.

“I am not a coward!” He marched up to his brother, who was a good two inches taller than him, and poked him square in the chest. “I’m going in there. But if you’re scared, you can stay here!” He snapped pushing roughly passed his brother and towards the castle. Carl watched him go, a flush of his own filling his cheeks. He glared.

“I’m not scared.” He muttered to himself, mad that his brother had managed to turn the tables upon him. He snarled, running forward to catch up with his brothers retreating form. 

     The two boys slowly made their way towards the ruined castle, an air of weariness radiating between the two. They paused at the entrance, examining the castles exterior.

      The stones were cracked and moss and ivy grew over its large crumbling face.

      Carl reached forward and grasped the cold brass door handle, pushing forward. Nothing happened. Carl glared questioning at the door. Samuel nudged him. “It’s pretty damp here, the woods probably swollen.” He stated, pressing his hands against the cracked wooden door and began pushing. With both boys pushing, the door shifted forward slightly. Both began shoving harder, and with a loud groan and scraping of wood against stone the door slid open just enough for them to squeeze through. And squeeze through they did.

      Upon entering the castles entrance hall their eyes widened and their mouths fell open at what they had discovered. Unlike the castles battered and weather worn exterior they found that the interior of the castle was in exhalent condition.

     The floor was made of shinning gray marble, the walls smooth white stone. A conjoined grand staircase rested at the back of the hall, and resting between the two staircases was a large tapestry.

     Samuel took a few steps forward, squinting his eyes to pear through the dull lighting to gaze at the tapestry closer.

     The material appeared to be wine colored velvet with a gold crucifix set in front of a silver full moon, which was dripping with what appeared to be blood.

      “Carl, we should get out of here.”

His brother nodded in agreement quickly turning and trotting towards the door, which with a gust of wind slammed shut with a loud echoing bang, casting the boys into almost pitch black darkness. Carl grabbed the brass handle and pulled with all his might, but to no avail the door simply would not open, as if held vast with a giant’s hand upon its wooden frame. Both boys yelped and jumped as the candle broaches upon the walls burst into life, as did the chandelier above their heads, washing the darkened entrance hall in bright golden light. Carl stepped closer towards his brother as the seemingly empty room erupted into laughter, which echoed off of the marble floors and high ceiling. “Samuel? What’s happening?”

“I don’t know!”

Both boys yelped and held close together as the shadows around the room began to shift and move of their own accord, slowly separating and taking on form. Within moments the shadows had formed into six full grown adults, all with shinning eyes and sickening smirks as they slowly began to approach, their laughter echoing off of the walls. Samuel’s frightened blue eyes shifted towards one individual, a tall man with snow white hair, milk white skin and bright pink eyes. Their eyes met, amused pink clashing with horrified blue. Samuel felt his heart beat slow momentarily as blood rushed in his ears. He could hear his own breathing as everything seemed to slow down around him. The albino’s pale lips pulled upward in a hideous smirk exposing elongated canines.

       Samuel let out a huff as he fell to the floor with a soft thud as a force like a runaway horse slammed past him and slammed his brother into the door with a sickening crack. Samuel shook himself sitting up, eyes wide as he watched the six individuals begin clawing, biting and tearing at his brother who struggled and screamed against his attackers. Samuel flinched as the albino sank his elongated canines into his brother’s collarbone, splattering himself, his fellows, the floor and Samuel with hot crimson blood. A weak whimper escaped past Samuel’s lips as the attackers ripped into his brother’s flesh, blood spilling to the marble floor. Then they dropped his brother’s lifeless body to the marble floor. The Albino stood straighter, wiping his bloodied mouth with his sleeve, turning ever so slowly his gaze towards the second boy, his gaze meeting Samuels. He smirked, his teeth stained red and pink with blood. Samuel’s breathing increased and he let out a horrified scream as he scrambled to his feet and bolted up the right hand staircase, running down the north corridor, the site of his brothers lifeless body burned permanently into his memory. Blood staining his snow white face, eyes wide and fearful—pleading. Tears streaked down Samuel’s cheeks as he ran, ran as fast as his legs would carry him. (Carl—oh Carl why did I let you provoke me so?) His shoes clapped loudly against the marble as he ran. He skidded to a halt, ramming into an oak door, before throwing it open and running in. He skidded to a halt, eyes wide. (Oh no.) He thought, finding himself trapped. He turned at the sound of cruel laughter to see the blood covered murderers entering the room. He whimpered, pressing himself against the wall, sliding down to the floor. Fear flooded his brain and ice filled his veins. (I’m going to die!)

        The murderers approached, growling low in their chests. “Enough!”

They all spun around taking several steps back to see a young woman enter. Samuel’s eyes widened. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

      She was tall, thin and had full, long flowing black hair and jade green eyes. She was dressed in a white dressing gown with blue trim at the collar, sleeves and hem.

     She approached and eyed the cowering child, placing her hands upon her round hips, turning and glaring at the six blood stained men and women. “There has been enough bloodshed, don’t you think? You six be shamed!” She snapped, causing five of six to bow their heads in shame at her scolding. “Do you forget the sixth commandment? Thou shalt not murder? Ye all be damned.” She snapped, turning her attention once again towards the trembling child. She knelt down and gently grasped his narrow chin, leaning in closely. Samuel’s eyes widened in slight surprise. “Don’t fear human, I’ll save you.” She whispered leaning closer and gently brushing her apple red lips against his.

His mind began to lag and fog over as she gently grabbed his shoulders. He could feel her ice cold breath upon the nape of his neck—and all thought ceased. She opened her mouth wide, her canines brushing against his tender skin before sinking deep into his neck. His body instinctually jerked as she clamped down. His eyes slowly began to droop, the room he didn’t see before his dilated eyes going black, his heart slowing till it was but a whisper against his rib cage.

       ‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’ Carl questioned gazing up towards the star filled night sky. He giggled and smiled, turning his gaze towards his brother. ‘I want to be a great explorer, like Magellan!’

        Samuel was in the first stage of awakening. His body was too heavy for him to move, but he was warm and comfortable, a safe sensation flowing about his mind. But all too soon the warm safe sensation faded to paranoid chaos as he entered the second stage of awakening. Thoughts such as: where am I? Who am I? and what happened last night? Swirled around in his mind. His eyes snapped open and he quickly sat up, but regretted it as a sudden dizziness washed over him along with nausea. He flopped back down upon the bed—which he mysteriously ended up in—with a groan as a throbbing ach formed at the base of his neck. “You really shouldn’t be moveing around so much, you ought to just lay still.”

He blinked, jerked in surprise and turned to see a small girl seated on a chair beside his bed attempting to tare a piece of chocolate from a much larger chunk. “I mean, you must be in pretty bad shape. You have, after all, lost a great deal of blood.” She stated matter of fact like. Samuel blinked confusedly at her. She wasn’t at all attractive, if an eleven-year-old boy could have an opinion.

      She had a long slender face, light straw like hair cut short like a boys, orange eyes and was obviously underfed—not that Samuel cared her.

He felt a sudden rush of sadness wash over him, sadness which he couldn’t explain.

“I don’t mean to be rude but, I would really rather be alone.” He muttered rolling away from the girl. She ceased in her attempt to break the chocolate and eyed him for a long moment. She sighed, nodded and stood, shoving the chocolate into her pocket and crossing towards the door, pausing only a moment before exiting.

      Once out in the hall she gently and quietly closed the door behind her, trying hard not to disturb the obviously distraught boy. She sighed to herself as she turned and began making her way down the dimly lit corridor. She walked alone, the only sound giving her presents away being the soft tapping of her worn out brown boots against the shiny marble floor. She began to slow her pace as her heart beat sped up and the hair on the back of her neck began to stand on end—she wasn’t alone. She spun around just in time to be back handed and sent to the marble floor in a heap. Tears stained her cheeks as a red welt formed upon her cheek and the beginning of a black eye colored her eye. She gazed up at the furious man towering menacingly above her. His furious pink eyes glowed brightly and the strands of white hair standing on end. “YOU WERE SUPPOST TO BE WATCHING THE BOY!” He yelled causing her to cower where she lay. He stooped down, grabbed a handful of her straw like hair and yanked her to her feet. “THAT WAS A DIRECT ORDER!”

“I’m, I’m sorry!” She cried trying hopelessly to pry away his hand. “B-but he w-wanted to be left ALONE!” She sobbed as he rose his other hand preparing to strike her again.

“Cyrius!”

Said man froze, standing up straighter—girl still in hand—and gazed down the corridor, eyes narrowing upon the man who approached.

       He had straight, wispy dark brown hair with light brown flecks here and there, and gold honey eyes.

      Cyrius’s eyes narrowed at the man as he paused before him.

“This is none of your concern lapdog; this girl has disobeyed a direct order and will be punished for it.” He hissed, causing the girl to shift slightly to gaze up towards the other man.

“B-but he a-asked-d to be alone.” She cried.

The lapdog as Cyrius loved to call him cocked his shoulders and turned his attention to the albino.

“You have no rule over this girl Cyrius, so innless you wish to be subject to punishment for abuse, I suggest you let her go, and allow Angel to deal with her.” He stated calmly. The albino’s pink eyes narrowed dangerously, but ceased to glow. He released the girl who whimpered and stepped away from him, rubbing her head, sniffling slightly. “Go on your way.”

The girl nodded and quickly ran away down the corridor.

      Cyrius took a step closer towards the other man, side stepping him slightly before pausing and leaning in nearer to his ear. “Watch yourself lapdog, you won’t always have your dear mistress to protect you.”

“Is that a threat?”

Cyrius smirked before walking away down the corridor, leaving Angel’s servant alone.

“And I have a name—and it is not lapdog!” He grumbled exiting the corridor himself and heading towards his mistresses chamber.

     Once he arrived he paused outside a large decorated oak door. He knocked gently, awaiting permission to enter, which he received in the voice of a sweet feminine melodious ‘enter’. He did so, closing the door quietly behind himself, slight smile adorning his lips as he gazed at the master piece before him.

     Angel sat at her vanity brushing her long black hair. “Do come in all the way Michael, no need to remain near the door.” She stated as she continually ran the gold painted brush repeatedly over her hair. Michael entered farther, bowed then approached. She held out the brush to him, which he accepted and then took up the job of brushing her silky black hair. “Such formalities Michael?”

“Is it not proper for a servant to show his mistress the proper respect?” He questioned, receiving a coy smile from her vanity mirror.

“It took you longer than usual to arrive, what kept you?”

Michael sighed.

“I ran into Cyrius abusing young Kimberly—probably best, I dread to imagine what he might have done to that poor creature if I had not come along.”

Angel growled to herself as Michael finished his brushing. She stood, pulled her hair over her shoulder to reveal the ties of her corset.

“Typical!” She snapped as he began unlacing the binds to her corset. “If you hadn’t been there no doubt he would have deflowered her!”

Michael nodded as he pulled the ties away, so she could pull away the restricting garment. He averted his eyes and bowed his head as the under gown fell away from her body, no longer held on by the corset. She crossed her arms and turned, facing him, scowl upon her face. He could understand her anger, Cyrius after all had beaten and sexually abused many of the castles servants—let alone having had killed two or his own. Michael blushed.

“You could cause any man to sin mistress.” He stated quietly, voice rather haggered. Angel blinked before a playful smirk painted across her red lips.

“This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called ‘woman’, for she was taken out of man. For this reason a man will leave his father and his mother and unite to his wife,” She coed approaching and gently rubbing his cheek. “And they will become one flesh.”

He smiled and lifted his gaze to her.

“Genesis 2: 23-24.”

She wrapped her arms about his neck, pressing her naked form against him.

“It is not wrong to lust after your wife.”

He smiled and placed his hands on her well rounded hips.

“But is it not a sin for a servant to lust for his mistress?”

She shrugged her shoulders, leaning her head upon his chest.

“If we are shamed by committing any sin, it is our lying to the clan about our relationship.” She stated as they both gazed out the window at the late afternoon sky, snow slowly drifting passed the window, covering the castle with a thin layer of white.

       Samuel lay upon his back gazing apathetically up at the ceiling. He ached, his entire body one throbbing ach, and when his aching wasn’t keeping him from sleep his horrifying dreams of monsters and a boys bloody screams did. He blinked and turned his gaze towards the door to too his room as it creaked open and three individuals entered. A man he didn’t know, the girl from the previous afternoon and—his eyes widened. (It’s her.)

“You look tired.” The girl stated, frown line forming upon her face. “Have you been sleeping?”

He simply shook his head, his black hair messy and sticking to the indented pillow. The woman with the black flowing hair approached his bed with a warm smile.

“May I ask you your name boy?”

He blinked.

“Samuel Blood.”

She smiled.

“What a good strong name. I am angel Wings, head of this vampire clan, and forth master of the Wings dynasty.” She said proudly before gesturing towards the man. “This is my servant Michael Clark.” She gently placed her hands upon the girl’s shoulders, pulling her in front of her. “And I am sure you’ve already met your servant, Kimberly Quinn.”

Samuel frowned, opening his mouth to question the servant business when a searing electric wave of pain shot through his entire body, worsening in the vicinity of his stomach. He arched back slamming his head back on the pillow, arching off of the bed, a shrill scream ripping from his throat, causing Kimberly to jump as he began convulsing and screaming upon the bed. Angel sighed, saddened expression crossing her features. Kimberly began to bounce on the spot in panic.
“WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO?” She yelled over her masters screams. Angel smiled at the young girls panic, she was so young, so innocent, and she knew nothing about how to serve her master.

“You can’t do anything. Samuel is a freshly born vampire fledgling—much like a new born baby. He is entirely helpless, which is why he cannot even get up out of bed, why he has no strength or energy—and why he needs blood.”

Kimberly turned and gazed up at Angel, her master’s screams ringing in her ears.

“Blood? But, I thought vampyres didn’t--”
“You are miss lead child. It is true that fully matured, adult vampyres can go years without a proper feeding—but fledgling vampyres need great amounts of blood very frequently.”

Kimberly whimpered and turned back towards the bed.

“But then, what can I do?”

Angel ignored her and turned to her servant who was watching the screaming boy upon the bed.

“Would you be so kind as to share your blood Michael?”

He nodded, and approached the thrashing boy upon the bed.

         Once he’d sat upon the bed he attempted to pull the boy to him, but found great difficulty due to the boys thrashing. “You must try and relax Samuel. Michael is going to help you. He’s going to give you some blood.” Angel coed softly. Samuel’s steel blue eyes began to glow bright electric blue as he allowed himself to be pulled atop Michael’s lap. He could smell the sweet liquid flowing close to the surface in Michael’s neck, hear his pulse and see the anxiety as Michaels flesh began to goose bump. He slinked his arms around the man’s neck, leaning forward and sinking his elongated canines messily into the older man’s neck. Michael winced as the sudden pain shot through his neck—which slowly began to numb as the toxic saliva of the vampyre entered the wound, momentarily killing the nerve endings in his neck. Kimberly whimpered as all the color left her face. She inched closer to Angel, who remained calm and collected.

Samuel sucked slowly at the weeping wound, eyelids half lidded, much like an infant feeding at its mother’s breast, hungry for the life fluid that was offered. He could feel Michael shivering beneath him, hear his haggard breath. (Should I stop? But I don’t want to stop.) Michael began to feel extremely dizzy and shaky and couldn’t’ help but let a discomforted groan escape him. He averted his gaze towards his mistress, silently pleading for her comforting mental connection. He felt her comforting mental caress brush gently across his mind—then heard her sweet telepathic voice.

“How are you holding on?”  She asked feeling slightly guilty for putting her loyal husband through this uncomfortable ordeal. She herself had restrained from feeding upon him, for it would render him ill and weak. It would leave any beast ill—save for a fellow vampyre.
“My head is spinning, please have him stop.”  He pleaded as a rather harsh fit of shivers racked his body. Angel approached the bed and gently placed her hands on the feeding fledgling’s shoulders. He paused, his shoulders stiffening as his eyes discontinued glowing. He released Michael and scooted away, eying the man who looked pale and panted slightly, his brow slicked with a cold sweat. 

“A-are you okay?” Samuel asked, honestly worried. Michael nodded and offered a reassuring smile as Kimberly stepped forward, pulled the chunk of chocolate from her pocket and handed him some. Samuel shifted uncomfortably. “What is the chocolate for?”

Kimberly turned towards him with a smile.

“It helps settle the stomach after one’s lost a great amount of blood.” She stated with a grin. Samuel merely blinked.

Author's Note

Please tell me what you think and what i could do to improve. ^^ I want to get the novel published soon. Since I've been working on it since 2007