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he wouldn’t allow me into his bed ever again.
Then he told me two things. One, that we females very often didn’t survive the process. And, two, that if we did survive we became more than hunters living off human blood. He then patiently explained the meaning of succubus. When a female is made into a vampire she loses the ability to give birth. What she gains is the ability to take strength—life force, you might say—by having sex with male blood drinkers. They might feed from us and get their pleasure, but we keep part of them and can call on them in need.
Being such a shy and retiring girl with an absence of anything like the natural feminine urge to please the males around me, I doubled my wheedling and whining until Alger relented. I think he made me to shut me up.
I kept my word. Since my making, Alger has had me in any and all the ways he could dream up—even loaning me to his friends on occasion. Making me obey and yet giving me his power. And I loved every minute of it. But I also planned for my far-spanning future by organizing my “sisters in blood.” I took it upon myself to track down each and every female vampire on the planet—their lineage and connections. Their homes and their lovers.
After all, us girls must stick together.
Three
William
I awoke with the familiar warm weight of Reyha along my side. The day had not fully waned, so she remained in her dog form, her head resting on my chest, her breath warm on my neck. She was snoring slightly. I opened my eyes and waited for the rest of my body to animate. There was no rush. Right then the sun would be sinking, gold through the purple sky, setting the clouds and Spanish moss aflame with a fiery farewell to the day.
I don’t remember my final sunset. Had I known it was to be my last I might’ve paid more attention. But there had been others before I’d lost the daylight, and like a painter without hands I’d composed the memories of all my sunsets into a fine, flaming image that pleased me. I have found that one should pursue the many small pleasures in each day; otherwise the relentless unpleasantness of long life can be overwhelming.
I heard movement outside my coffin. Footsteps, human and canine, and a low voice speaking. That would be Melaphia, greeting Deylaud, both of them waiting for me to rise.
Reyha squirmed, coming awake. I shoved open the lid of my coffin and stretched my arms above my head.
“Good evening, Captain,” Melaphia said. Although I no longer went to sea with my ships, Melaphia called me “Captain” as her foremother Lalee had in our years together.
Beautiful Melaphia, straight-backed and proud, stood with her hands clasped in front of her, looking very much like her ancestor, the dusky beauty of their bloodline straight and true. Next to Melaphia, her eight-year-old daughter, Renee, another budding charmer with a queenly manner, though still a rascal by all accounts, stroked the arched neck of Deylaud in his form of an Egyptian sight hound. A hound who had been bred to watch over the tombs of the pharaohs. Spotting him, Reyha leaped over me to playfully greet her brother.
“Take them outside before it grows darker,” Melaphia said to her daughter.
With an impish smile in my direction, Renee whirled and, with the two dogs nearly as tall as she, raced down the underground hallway. It was their favorite game, hide and seek, although the dogs invariably won. That is, until full dark when they transformed back into human form. Then all bets were off.
“The sky ended gray and green tonight,” Melaphia said as she dusted a few stray dog hairs off my jacket. “Trouble coming.”
“Yes, trouble . . .” Reedrek.
“I’ll cast a warning. No one with bad intentions will dare step foot on the property.”
I had learned long ago that Lalee’s voodoo was a strong ally—that, and her family’s unwavering loyalty. “Thank you.” I owed Melaphia and her ancestors more than I could repay.
Then he told me two things. One, that we females very often didn’t survive the process. And, two, that if we did survive we became more than hunters living off human blood. He then patiently explained the meaning of succubus. When a female is made into a vampire she loses the ability to give birth. What she gains is the ability to take strength—life force, you might say—by having sex with male blood drinkers. They might feed from us and get their pleasure, but we keep part of them and can call on them in need.
Being such a shy and retiring girl with an absence of anything like the natural feminine urge to please the males around me, I doubled my wheedling and whining until Alger relented. I think he made me to shut me up.
I kept my word. Since my making, Alger has had me in any and all the ways he could dream up—even loaning me to his friends on occasion. Making me obey and yet giving me his power. And I loved every minute of it. But I also planned for my far-spanning future by organizing my “sisters in blood.” I took it upon myself to track down each and every female vampire on the planet—their lineage and connections. Their homes and their lovers.
After all, us girls must stick together.
Three
William
I awoke with the familiar warm weight of Reyha along my side. The day had not fully waned, so she remained in her dog form, her head resting on my chest, her breath warm on my neck. She was snoring slightly. I opened my eyes and waited for the rest of my body to animate. There was no rush. Right then the sun would be sinking, gold through the purple sky, setting the clouds and Spanish moss aflame with a fiery farewell to the day.
I don’t remember my final sunset. Had I known it was to be my last I might’ve paid more attention. But there had been others before I’d lost the daylight, and like a painter without hands I’d composed the memories of all my sunsets into a fine, flaming image that pleased me. I have found that one should pursue the many small pleasures in each day; otherwise the relentless unpleasantness of long life can be overwhelming.
I heard movement outside my coffin. Footsteps, human and canine, and a low voice speaking. That would be Melaphia, greeting Deylaud, both of them waiting for me to rise.
Reyha squirmed, coming awake. I shoved open the lid of my coffin and stretched my arms above my head.
“Good evening, Captain,” Melaphia said. Although I no longer went to sea with my ships, Melaphia called me “Captain” as her foremother Lalee had in our years together.
Beautiful Melaphia, straight-backed and proud, stood with her hands clasped in front of her, looking very much like her ancestor, the dusky beauty of their bloodline straight and true. Next to Melaphia, her eight-year-old daughter, Renee, another budding charmer with a queenly manner, though still a rascal by all accounts, stroked the arched neck of Deylaud in his form of an Egyptian sight hound. A hound who had been bred to watch over the tombs of the pharaohs. Spotting him, Reyha leaped over me to playfully greet her brother.
“Take them outside before it grows darker,” Melaphia said to her daughter.
With an impish smile in my direction, Renee whirled and, with the two dogs nearly as tall as she, raced down the underground hallway. It was their favorite game, hide and seek, although the dogs invariably won. That is, until full dark when they transformed back into human form. Then all bets were off.
“The sky ended gray and green tonight,” Melaphia said as she dusted a few stray dog hairs off my jacket. “Trouble coming.”
“Yes, trouble . . .” Reedrek.
“I’ll cast a warning. No one with bad intentions will dare step foot on the property.”
I had learned long ago that Lalee’s voodoo was a strong ally—that, and her family’s unwavering loyalty. “Thank you.” I owed Melaphia and her ancestors more than I could repay.
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