The Master Vampire Past Lover.

's House (Sout

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bed, his strawberry-blonde hair tousled as he savored the warmth of freshly drawn blood from a golden chalice. Beside him, a half

His hunger for the woman beside him, however, was far from sated. He caught her lips in a fervent kiss, his hands impatiently tearing away t

ump cherries into his mouth, not even the master. His mouth closed around one of the woman's breasts, suckling with an intensity that sent shivers

al to Darius. He was dressed in a two piece dark suit, with his strawberry blonde hair gelled to the back and one could also guess that

k contrast to the heated scene before him. His brother's

ed on the red-haired woman beneath him. She m

Damien said loudly, his t

tle kiss on her swollen lips before dismissing her w

ering herself as she exited the room. Damien handed her the torn skirt and t

, his tone laced with mild curiosity as he surveyed

black shirt over his head. "And since we're at war with the we

posite the bed. "I don't need the details of yo

astened his wine-colored lea

Damien explained, his expression growing

to focused as he processed the informat

his frustration evident. "I've attempted to speak with their

his brother's stern lo

is amusing?"

inged with sarcasm. "But it's no surprise

n continued, ignoring his brother's jibe. "I was able to spe

alm exterior. "Seventy-nine of our kind have vanished

en corrected, his tone clipped. "Also, Master has

hy he call

feel there's more to everything going on downtown

are behind it. Figures

past, and if I can remembe

ly loved in his five hundred years on Earth, and although she was a werewolf, he didn't allow the grudge between vampires and werewolves to come between them. And th

one by since he last h

ate

other," Damien retorted, s

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at filtered through the heavy drapes. The walls were covered in black wallpaper, adorned with intricate patte

ter vampire sat in a high-backed chair near the far end of the room, his figure cloaked in shadows. He was dressed as always, in dark jeans and knee-high l

out the mysterious disappearances downtown. The threat to

d before he even reached the door. Telepathy was one of the m

respectfully before his uncl

ccent that gave his words an air of authority. "Yes, Darius. We

machine?" Darius inquired, knowing

le, its surface etched with ancient symbols, and slid it into his pocket. He never went anywhere without a talisman

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se (Downtow

vampire's car glided silently through the quiet streets, its engine purring like a predator. Beside him, Darius m

des under the cover of tall oaks that loomed over the drivew

crowded with younger wolves. The party, clearly in full swing, filled the air with a charged energy that Darius could almost taste on his t

ing the subtle signs of life within-shadows moving behind the curtains, the faintest of heartbeats, and the

he face of a beautiful female. She looked like she was in her early twenties, d

n the supernatural community, it was a clear marker of her status within the pack. This woman was not just

mpires and werewolves didn't exist, he might have considered how her voice would sound if she w

elp but chuckle softly, a smirk tugging at the corn

h a charming smile, nudging his head slightly towa

ng on her like a heavy weight. Quickly, she stepped aside, bowing her

n invitation to enter into a house, otherwise they'd burn to death. It was all vampires' Achilles tendon and t

e of immense power, and the rules didn't always apply to him. Still, Darius knew his uncle

m to a spacious parlor. The room was decorated with rich, earthy tones, a massive fireplace dominating one wall, it

them thick with unspoken thoughts while the young woman excused herself

The voice of the Alpha resounded across the parlor as he

e could easily tell he worked out a lot. His wife - Eleanor, on the other hand, looked exactly like her daughter. A

Alpha asked as he and his wife sat o

"I'm sure you're aware of the recent disturbances in downtown," he

shoulders in a possessive gesture, as if to shield her from the conversation. "My pack knows

the Master continued, his tone even and measured. "Charles, I believe

ust be a co

have gone missing and they were all seen downtown last. It can't be a coincidence," The Mast

"I don't care who you think you are," he growled, the underlying threat clear in his voice.

Charles, I'm simply here to cut

supposed to mean?

her husband's arm. She began to rub slow circles on his back

controlled-his fists clenched at his sides, his blood boiling at the disrespect shown to his uncle. It took every ounce of his self

rom his chair, signaling the end of their visit. Darius followed suit, hi

er his breath, his frustration evident in the way he moved. His uncle remained silen

rce rippled through the air, tingling at the edge of his senses. It was a dark, ancient magic that Darius had

Darius asked, a sweat bre

his uncle s

in a blur, moving with the kind of speed only the oldest and most powerful of

nger wolves had gathered for their party. The scene was chaotic. Younger werewolves were forming a cir

ns pocket and threw it on the grass, breaking whatever spell that might have been placed o

f the circle. It was a female, and he co

yes were closed and she looked innocent and fragile. He crouched beside her in an attempt to lift her

rius skidded to a halt beside him,

was seeing. Finally, he stood, holding the girl securely against his chest. "W

ill confused, sim