Let the Blood Run Dry
Severus Snape in his day used to be a powerful Vampire Lord, until he gave up his throne and vanished when his Mate rejected him. Hiding amongst the wizards at Hogwarts, his world was about to come back and claim him when his old guard and dearest friend comes to warn him - war was coming, a war that went beyond the wizard community. The Vampire world was rebelling, taking claims it had no right, and Severus the last of the Royal Line is the one in the way of victory. But is Severus willing to stop a war? And was it possible to have find Love again?
"Your starving yourself. You'll be waiting for death for an eternity, Severus. Is this worth it, an eternal agony, over that prick! Where is my Lord, the strong and confident man that loved and hated passionately? Where did my friend go?"
Prologue
Eric McIllioch stood in front of the large throne in the middle of the hall.
His eyes traced the Celtic knots, the perched ravens with their branches of olive wood, and the eagles in flight. Ravens and Eagles. The symbol of the two aligning houses, the last of the Royal Line coming together as one. It had been two centuries since the King had vanished. Had run, leaving them to fend for themselves. His hand clenched in anger and grief. He could understand though; the King, a man who fought and loved and wanted to be loved had found the mate he had been searching for, for centuries, was rejected. A mate was supposed to be the one person to accept all of you, to love you, even if the world itself turned it's back on you. To feel the rejection of a mate was agony, he knew. To never know that kind of love, it was almost understandable, his Lord's need to run.
But he missed his friend. In these dark times, he wished for his council, for his comfort. Eric truly began to understand his Lords agony. No more than a fortnight ago, his very own mate, Nikita Wallace, had been found, captured, and killed. Her ashes sent back to him. A low growl filled the empty chamber, it echoed off the stone walls. Curse that man! For his betrayal to the court, to their king! The thought of his betrayal brought back a home truth. Many had lost faith their Lord would ever return.
Two hundred years to a vampire was nothing, but two hundred years for a world without a King was something else entirely. Rebellions had started no more than a century ago, Vampires ventured out into the human world, risking exposure because they wanted fresh meat. Raids had begun, vampires attacking vampires. This world was in chaos.
Eric no matter how many years he's stood by the Kings side, could never begin to comprehend the type of stress this new position had brought. Eric was the Kings regent, but this world didn't need his guidance, it needed Their Lord Kings. He hoped that after all these years, soon, his feelers would bring back word that their lord had been found. With a sigh, he turned and walked from the room he had spent the better part of a century in when his Lord had ruled. Dust lifted in his wake.
They needed their King, now more than ever.
