(Aariel)
by Clemence Mauger
Prince Aariel rose from his luxurious bed, and went to
look out the window. It was dark, but then again it was
always dark in the vampire city of Adumbro.
Aariel surveyed the village that lay below the castle in
which the royal family lived. His rooms were on the top
of the west tower, affording him a spectacular view. The
city had been built eons ago, when the vampire race had
been strong and proud. Now, we are weak, Aariel thought
angrily. It was time to act. He would not stand idly by
while those damned witches killed off his people.
He turned back to his bed and commanded to the girl still
lying in it, "Go prepare my bath and my clothes."
His human pet, Iseult dutifully climbed out of the enormous
bed that was draped with black silk sheets. She padded to
the bathroom without a word, like a good pet. Aariel admired
her figure as she went, paying special attention to her
ass, where his sigil had been tattooed on her flesh, marking
her as his.
When she returned from the bathroom, Aariel bathed and
dressed. He wore his usual attire: black leather pants,
tight black t-shirt and a long leather coat. As he surveyed
his image in the full-length mirror, he was pleased with
what he saw. He was tall, with short spiked black hair,
and bright silver eyes that were the traits of his bloodline,
the line of Lucius, one of the founders of Adumbro's royal
family.
He turned away from the mirror, issued a curt command to
Iseult to stay, and left his room. He swiftly descended
the stairs, and left the castle. He was on a mission, and
he knew just where to go. He had been watching her for weeks
now, and knew just where to go. He followed the path to
the walls of Adumbro. This was where she liked to go, to
sit on the edge of the mystical city. Now, here was the
tricky part, convincing her that their meeting was a chance
encounter, and that she genuinely intrigued him.
Aariel gracefully leaped onto the ten-foot rampart, and
began a leisurely stroll around the walls of the city. It
was not long until he spotted her. He had to admit that
she was beautiful. She had long blood red hair, black eyes
so deep they seemed to swallow the light, and a wonderfully
full figure, with large, shapely breasts, a plump ass, and
long legs.
She stood on the wall, facing the veil of artificial darkness
that surrounded Adumbro. She was wearing shiny black thigh
high boots, a short black skirt, and a corset top that was
red lace with black swirls on it.
He waited, watching her.
Suddenly, her head whipped around and her dark gaze met
his. Her eyes narrowed when she recognized the intruder.
"Princess Dwindle, Heir of Lucien," he said,
sounding surprised. "How nice to see you."
"What do you want, Aariel?" she asked him, insulting
him slightly by not using his title as he had.
"Nothing that you would willingly offer I imagine."
"Indeed. Now if you don't mind, I would like to be
alone." She turned back to the veil of darkness.
Aariel's eyes unwillingly focused on her lips, full and
sensual, painted black as a contrast to her hair, and a
complement to her eyes.
However tempting, he was not one to lose sight of his objectives
so easily.
"What are you doing out here?" he asked, curiosity
lacing his voice.
"Thinking," she answered simply.
"About?" he prodded.
"Does it matter?" she replied, turning her gaze
back on him.
"It does to me," he said.
"Why is that? Why the sudden interest in me, and my
thoughts?" she asked. "You've never bothered to
do anything but hate and scorn my line. Has the famous Prince
Aariel, Heir of Lucius realized that he is not above us?"
Her voice was a mixture of humor and sarcasm, which was
reflected in her eyes.
"No, maybe I'm just curious…" he said. "Who
wouldn't be curious of the strongest, most beautiful vampire
of Lucien's line?"
At this she stared at Aariel in disbelief, and then laughed,
a full throaty laugh that sent pleasurable shivers down
his spine. When she was done, she looked at him, the humor
still apparent in her eyes.
"This has earned you a reward I think. I have not
laughed in decades. Would you care to join me for a bite
in my rooms?" she offered.
Aariel was surprised by her proposal. No member of Lucius'
line had penetrated the east wing of the castle since the
feud had begun…
Lucien and Lucius stood above the west tower of Adumbro's
castle, surveying their newly created kingdom. They had
taken control as a way to unite and defend the vampires
against their most hated foe: the witches. They had been
trying to defeat the vampires, not because they thought
it was the right thing to do, but because they wanted their
power. You keep what you kill, kill someone with power,
you keep it. The witches wanted power over the mortal world.
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