Fangs POV (dream)
In fascination, I watch the woman be cut open and her baby taken out instead of a natural given birth, then she was sewed up and given her child shortly afterwards.
I watched how she stared at that baby in absolute awe and joy and how she guided the baby's mouth to suckle on her breasts for milk.
Then the baby opened her eyes and a bright shade of purple showed as the baby's eye color.
"She has purple eyes!" One of the nurses cried out before dramatically fainting and the mother too gasped.
Why on earth did my uncle create such a thing?
Serves him right being killed off by my hands. However, dad is pissed that our family has been dwindling and has been pondering if we should stick to keeping with just ourselves for reproduction.
There are plenty of other vampires out there, but royalties like me, my mother, brother and father; now this mixed bastard half breed who's in a sense technically a royalty.
"She's a cousin," my uncle said.
"She's going to be a revolutionary asset to our family. Trust me!" He boasted shortly after finding out he successfully impregnated that human before abandoning her.
Disgusting pig....
I suppose someone has to keep an eye on the brat to make sure she doesn't cause issues.
The woman's husband looks at the child with a barely hidden contempt in his eyes before giving the woman a false gentle smile when she looks at him for support.
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A few months have passed since that child's birth and the man and woman have been arguing quite a bit about the child.
It's obvious that the man isn't the father. Where he has chestnut brown hair, and the woman has blonde hair, the child has inky black hair with olive skin and purple eyes.
In embarrassment, the man forced them to move far away from any prying eyes and separated themselves from any more public scrutiny.
Now they live on a decent plot of land with a modest house and no townsfolk for miles.
Another reason for this drastic move, the child has been growing too rapidly. She's only three months old but looks like she's about two and a half years old.
She's a very curious halfling.
When she's older, I'll approach her.
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I was standing outside the house like I normally do at nights. I have grown rather fascinated with my cousin Henrietta Violet Montiago. She's very beautiful and alluring for a half vampire, so much so that I forget she's my cousin. But who cares, I want her. I want to protect her mind, body and soul; I feel protective over her.
Then I hear her scream and my instincts take over.
I zoom through the house and find her fake dad raising and lowering his fists all over her beautiful skin while she cowers and cries.
This bastard! How dare he lay hands on my beautiful girl!
Eyes ablaze with a fury I've never felt, I speed over and throw his fragile human body off her and sling him like a ragdoll into the corner wall.
I hear the sickening crack of his body and then as it slides down the wall, my cousin registers what she's seen.
Her scream cuts through the air as she shrinks back, a look of sheer terror etched on her face. I stand frozen, uncertainty gripping me. She's terrified of me—what now? This wasn't how it was supposed to go; I was meant to stay in the background, not get involved in her personal life.
A wave of apprehension washes over me as I stand rooted to the spot listening to her racing heart and pulse. I watch her every move with intense concentration, aware that even the slightest twitch could send her fleeing into the night. My senses are razor-sharp, each sound magnified—every rustle of leaves. It feels as if the air itself has thickened around us, heightening my awareness to the point where I know that if she were to sprint away in that moment, I would lose all sense of control, consumed by my primal urgency to pursue and drink her blood.
"P-please, don't hurt me!" she whimpers, her voice trembling like a fragile leaf caught in the wind. She is curled tightly into a small ball beneath the threadbare covers of her bed, creating a fortress of fabric around her. I can't help but inhale the sharp scent of her fear, a bitter disappointment settling in my chest as I take in her quivering form, so small and vulnerable in that dimly lit room-and the smell of her blood floods my nostrils.
My fangs elongate and I shiver in delight but hold back from striking at her.
Her sudden sobbing breaks the intense silence I've created and I can't help but feel-
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I suddenly wake and my dear mother is standing above me with a gentle smile.
"Hello my handsome son, mommy has brought you breakfast." My mother Camilla lovingly says as she ruthlessly and carelessly holds a small petite human girl by the back of her neck who barely has a scrap of clothing covering her.
"You spoil me mother." I say with a soft genuine smile.
"Come my son, feast while it's fresh," she says desire coating her words, no doubt fantasizing about draining the girls blood herself.
Mother throws the terrified girl at me and I quickly grab her and pin her beneath me.
"Tell me what you were purchased for." I command the girl beneath me.
"Fe-fe-feeding! A-a-and sex slave!" She quivers as tears start streaming down her face.
"Stop crying before I decide to kill you!" I snarl as my mother sits at the edge of my bed casually inspecting her long blood red talon nails.
"How old are you." I question the girl, she starts trembling in terror beneath me and I grow increasingly more agitated when she starts crying again.
"Age! Now!" I demand. She closes her eyes and squeaks her response in terror.
"I'm fifteen and a half." She chokes out clearly trying her best not to cry.
"Good. By law, you're considered an adult."
Her eyes snap open wide with fear and I strike my teeth deep into her shoulder and start drinking.
A strangled scream escapes her lips as she starts to violently shake to get away from me.
I have to get my strength back up. And when I do, I'll be coming after you Midnight. And this time, I will make you mine.
I growl and tear my teeth ruthlessly out of the girls neck causing her to cry out but I don't care.
"My son, you've gone soft." My mother quips in sadness clearly noticing that I kept the girl alive instead of draining her completely.
"Indeed I have. After spending so long with that fucking brat, I had to change so many times just to gain her trust. Acting like a human around her when she thought she was one was an absolute disgrace!" I grumble in disdain.
"And just when I think I'm finally going to fucking get somewhere with her, she fuckin kills me! I'm not mad because she managed to get her faerie unblocked." I say with admiration and lust. There were so many times I wished I could've bent her pretty little ass over and fucked her to oblivion but she wanted to wait till we got married before willingly giving her body over to me to use, abuse, and impregnate. She always shivered in anticipation when I told her what I'd do to her but nothing ever happened; especially after that war she caused and then turning time back after she almost wiped all of Slymethius and three other kingdoms into extinction. Then she was taken away and turned "human"!
"I don't understand why you couldn't just fuck her and make her yours while she was here and a royal vampire. Our bloodline would've strengthened significantly had you managed to impregnate her regardless of her instability." My mother chimes with anger and frustration cutting me from my thoughts.
"Don't worry mother. When I capture her again, I'll kill her and have her change, then I'll fuck and impregnate her so much it'll become normal. She'll be nothing more than a breeding cow! There won't be any niceties moving forward." I growl out feeling excited as my mom begins to clap giddily.
"I'm going to be a grandmother!" She sings and skips out of the room.
I look down at the extremely pale girl still beneath me wide-eyed and staring up at me with terror and I smirk as I tear her lacy thong panties sideways.
"You'll be great practice for satiating my sexual frustration." I growl shoving my dick inside her before she can comprehend what I said.
She gasps and screams to the top of her lungs in pain arching her back as I thrust ruthlessly hard inside her.
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Mother called for a few guards to come in to collect the filthy human that I used and abused, they carried her out slung over their shoulder as if she was nothing more than a bag of potatoes.
I drank from her multiple times and screwed her brains out that she stopped acting like she didn't really want me.
The more orgasms I tore out of her, the harder she clung to my body begging me to keep drinking from her and using her body however I saw fit. She's such a good little slave, shame I almost killed her. Nothing but a blood transfusion and a day for her to recover before I'll call to have her back in my bedsheets screaming my name and bucking those pretty little hips.
Fuck! I'm still sexually frustrated!
"My handsome boy, would you like to use me for my body?" My mother mews in desire.
I groan in temptation as she crawls over my bed, boobs hanging deliciously as she straddles me and squeezes my cock between her thick creamy thighs.
"Fuck!" I groan feeling myself getting steel hard.
"Mother, you know we stopped keeping it in the family two hundreds years ago." I state with a desperate whimper.
"True. But I do love the way my twins ravished me so. I especially miss how rough you were with me." She pouts as she leans down and rubs her face against my cock inhaling sharply.
"Fine! You asked for it!" I growl as I flip her over and bury myself deep inside her dripping wet cunt.
She instantly moans and lovingly wraps her arms around my torso and spreading herself wider welcoming me greedily.
Then, my bedroom door slammed open and in the doorway stood my dad his upper lip curling in a snarl, his face turning red when I don't stop fucking his wife.
"Camilla, you horny slut! I told you no! Why are you insisting on trying to become pregnant with our sons!" My dad bellows out, he's met with the sound of my mother's unfiltered moans and my balls slapping against her.
He runs his hand down his face, muttered fuck it before stripping down to join us.
I pick my mother up as she's gripping onto my lower body with her legs and drag her to the edge of the bed flipping her to straddle me.
I hold her hips and keep her forced down on my full length as dad positions himself behind her.
"Ass up baby." He growls possessively. She complies as he then squirts lube onto her ass making her more wet; she squeals and wriggles a bit and I throw my head back with a small groan when she squeezes around me while she anxiously awaits for him to enter her.
None to gentle, he shoves himself deeply inside her tight asshole without easing her first and she lets out a pleasurable scream. Of course, I forgot she's a fucking masochist.
"She's ovulating isn't she?" I casually ask my dad as we both get into a rhythm of fucking Camilla's brains out.
"Yep." He says boredom dripping from his tone.
"Less! Talking! More! Fucking! AH!" She cries out throwing her head back in pure bliss.
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Four days later and we finally had Camilla passed out in a satiated slumber and possibly pregnant with both our kids.
Either way, I refuse to claim it like the others. The only children I'll claim is Midnights.
"Romeo, you realize she's not going to stop wanting you sexually now that you allowed her in your bed again right?" My dad asks me with a cold calculating menace.
I bite my lip and heavily sigh.
"Well the whole thing was your idea to begin with." I chime not looking at him.
"That was before we repopulated the royals and spread them throughout the kingdom with their own posts!" He bellows out with rage.
"Still." Is my only response before he picks mom up and walks hastily out of my room.
One year!
Then I can leave and go after Midnight.