The People of the Blood have lived in a world of peace for almost three centuries, the curse of humanity almost forgotten, the territories of earth now controlled by the the great houses that remain. And yet the terror returns, Sylvia's love slaughtered before her very eyes. Humans. They are a race thought long to have been conquered and absorbed into the blood, a people who had forever been at war with both the blood and themselves. Now a threat comes from a place never expected, and Silvia must face a world where such humans number in the billions in the hope she might save the earth from invasion and ultimate destruction.
It was October 23th of the 2011th year of the Gregorian calender.
It was also the day I watched my dearest Anna die.
Friend, lover, kindred sedu soul. She was the best of us, one true of the blood even though there would have been many who would have called her dimidium, half-blood, one who was somehow lesser in caste. Those who thought such things would have been few, tenebrae from an older time, those who held firm to the oldest of our beliefs. Yet I knew even they would mourn such loss. We were still all of the blood, all the same in heart and soul. Even those who had always hoped I would find a male mate and bear a tenebrae child one day would still feel this tragedy.
* * *
An attendant brought a white cotton robe as I stood there near the expanse of the bath and took it gently with a smile, her own expression pleasantly neutral. Then I stood there naked a moment with the robe in hand, looking absently to the clear blue waters. There were no others, which surprised me, but then it was perhaps an odd time of night to be attending. Many would await the dawn, as normal, or bathe in early twilight. It was better this way in any case, and I hung the robe carefully on the phallus of one of many of the well endowed carved figures adorning the pillars surrounding the bath.
* * *
It was not something I welcomed, but the threat was real, and he responded with a grimace as he thrust the blade toward me...
Yet he was so slow, so human, so weak. I caught his wrist easily, twisting it back toward him with what strength I had, his fragile bone snapping noisily in the enclosed area. Then I thrust forward myself as he shouted with the pain, the weight of my body coming upon him, the knife slicing easily between ribs and deep into his flesh. There was no scream then, more a moan of agony, his glazed eyes glaring back toward me.
And I felt the regret, knew I had killed again. “I am sorry,” was all I could think to say. “Your heart is pierced and you will die quickly.” And indeed as I slipped the blade from his chest I saw that he bled heavily, the scent of it overpowering.
I paused a moment to watch it drip from the blade, the hunger intense, and I could not resist. As Clarence watched I tasted it, my tongue running the length of the blade, the fire of it burning within. Then I went to the gushing wound of his chest and fed, oblivious to the life that slipped away from him, drinking deep until his heart beat no longer.
* * *
That brought pause to Emily, but she still held to her jewellery – or perhaps it meant far more to her than mere adornment. “Catholic school girl,” she said somewhat less nervously. “And I'm not sure Jesus was talking about vampires when he said love to all men.”
I shrugged at that. “It would seem that not even all men were included for many of those who would say they follow him – death to others often brought in his name.” There was more I could say, although I was unsure if it was wise. “There are some of us who would say that the Christ was also of the blood, a kindred sedu soul, one who offered even his own blood to those who followed his ways.” I could see the flare of gaze then and I smiled. “I am not one who agrees with such thought, but his words were still of great merit.”
I could see that Emily was thinking hard then. “So let me get this straight. You're a vampire from a parallel earth who has come to learn more about us.” I gave a nod, and I saw the conflict that brought. “You realize how difficult to believe that is. I'd just think you were nuts if you hadn't stood between me and a bullet... And still be walking.”
* * *
We scrambled over the bodies to the doorway, the sedu female within attacking as we appeared, a gleaming shard of a bed-frame weapon within her grasp. And she was completely naked as I had been, her chest still caked in her own blood as we entered the room. There was a moment where it seemed she did not even recognized me and yet the embrace soon came and I hugged Emily firm as she wrapped her arms around me.
Then she backed, looking to the still present wound to her chest that seeped pale fluids. Something she pointed to immediately. “I have a hole in me,” she complained, and she was not as distressed as it seemed she should have been over that. “They put a hole in me.” There was a confused stare then. “Will that heal or what? Or do I have to walk around with a damn hole in me forever?”
* * *
I then poked the point of my blade into the grey warrior's soft flesh, nothing fatal but certainly painful. I then did it again into a leg and a shoulder. “That,” and I poked, “was a very,” again with a shallow stab wound, “nasty thing you did to me tonight.” And there were several more minor wounds for him to contend with as I spoke. “Now I hope you can crawl out of here with that, or I think you really might die.”
* * *
Emily was also frowning, yet I caught her mischievous grin. “Yes, but we did lose our soul in the process, remember, and I think my new soul might be gay.”
Andre was still very much dedicated to the science he knew and rolled his eyes accordingly while Ida simply looked over her city. “Well, we shall see what comes I suppose. The humans of this world may now hunt for us with more vigour, and our actions may be influenced by such things.”
William was nodding as well, tossing the fate of humanity from one hand to another. “I do know some humans here in Manhattan who would be very interested in this.” He tossed it then to to Trent, one who had been quiet and pacing as he seemed often to do, another who caught the vial without effort.
Although this time I noted a certain gleam in his eye as he looked to it.
“Welcome to Vampire Planet, my friends,” he then said with a smile.