First and for most I would like to make an apology. It has been brought to my attention that I should have given a trigger warning for the last chapter and its violent content.
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Ships of Time is still my main priority and Chap 16 is well under way.
Again they do not follow any particular vampire lore or universe. It is completely my own.
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VAMP VERSE
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Germany. Munich. 1680. Give or take a few years.
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She dangled her legs over the edge of the parapet, swinging them playfully, as she watched the bustle of the city far below.
The lanterns of the carriages dotted the streets like miniscule fire flies dancing in the late dusk. A damp, dense blanket of fog weaved amongst them, muffling and distorting the sounds of horseshoes upon stone and the cries of the cabbies calling out into the darkness in warning to pedestrians of their approach.
She turned to her companion, an intricately carved gargoyle, poking her fingers into the deep grooves of his forever-petrified grimace. She returned his expression, sticking out her tongue and baring her fangs.
A shift in the air behind her caught her attention. Her dam, Charlotte, glided over the flat rooftop, coming to rest a top a low chimneystack.
"I can hear you. What is the matter Honeybee?"
The youngling gripped the coarse, fat tongue of the statue, sighing,
"I was thinking."
Amused her Mistress replied, not unkindly,
"I can see that."
Something had been bothering the young vampire of late.
Images of vile grunting men, twisted bodies bathed in blood, a feeling of revulsion, wrapped up in an all-consuming anger, had been permeating into her sleep.
The only thing she recognised was the heavenly incense of one she had shared a kiss with, many moons ago.
"Come child."
It was a mere suggestion as the soft voice no longer held any sway over her.
Brittany obediently moved to sit beside her consort she had over the decades grown to cherish.
Charlotte clucked full of motherly love,
"Even after all these years, you are still a messy eater."
Brittany grinned at her impishly as the older vampire licked her thumbs and rubbed the corners of her mouth.
"There, all clean," She told her offspring, licking the excess from her fingertips, "Now, come tell Auntie Charlotte what is troubling you."
"I was thinking about the nature of love?" The youngling began, bashfully.
"Ah, have you grown weary of my company already?" She teased
"No! No! I adore you," Brittany rushed to reassure her. She could not bare the thought that Charlotte might think she did not appreciate everything she did for her, "You mean the world to me. I could never grow weary of you."
Charlotte lovingly stroked her offspring to sooth her woes.
"I know that sweetheart. Now tell me what it is you wish to know of the nature of love?"
She watched on in fondness as Brittany began to awkwardly twist the signet ring on her slender, tapered finger.
"I was wondering if you had ever experienced it?"
"Everyday," Charlotte assured, "I love each and every one of my children."
"I have brothers and sisters?" The young woman marvelled.
"Yes you do. And maybe one day you shall have the pleasure of meeting them" The older blond replied, brightly.
"Where are they?"
"All over the world." Charlotte told her, sweeping her pale hand in a grand gesture, wrapping her other arm around lithesome shoulders, "But that is not the love you speak of, is it little one?"
In embarrassment, Brittany nestled her face into the safe, familiar crook of her protector
"It is ok, I do not see it as a betrayal. There are many types of love and it normal that you would be curious. Such a tender of 19, I sometimes wonder if I took something from you?"
Rather than answer, the youngling looked up into the hazel eyes, flecked with luminous gold and jade green, of her dam, asking, inquisitively,
"Why do vampires turn people?"
Charlotte sighed, deeply,
"I knew this day would come."
Drawing Brittany closer, she settled herself, as if to begin an important lesson to a young audience.
"There are many reasons why we turn people. Some, out of loneliness, others for lust or love and for a select few, entertainment. You should never do the latter or any for that matter unless you are willing to take on the responsibility it entails."
"Another rule?" Brittany grinned.
"Precisely." Charlotte bopped her playfully on the nose, "You my sweet are so smart and one of the reasons why you are my proudest creation."
Smiling, Brittany gripped her bottom lip and crinkled her nose, swelling with pride.
The adorableness of the girl would damn near break her heart if she had one, the older woman thought to herself.
Her offspring began tracing the pattern of the stitching upon her dress, deep in thought.
"Why did you turn me?"
She simply, replied,
"You called to me."
There where many reasons as to why Charlotte had turned the young woman, besides the messy demise of her previous companion, but she had no wish to part such information.
Not quite yet.
There were rumblings on the grapevine of a power play at work, that threatened the intricate balance of the Houses and she wished to keep Brittany shielded from it until the last possible moment.
She waited patiently, watching Brittany's brow furrow as she contemplated what she had been told. Her offspring's mind was a labyrinth and having resided there on numerous occasions, she understood that it sometimes took Brittany a while to navigate the passageways before she arrived at her conclusion.
"What do you mean by responsibility?"
Charlotte took a moment trying to figure out the best way in which to explain without causing the young woman confusion. Satisfied she had it, she began,
"Out of respect for our own kind and to each other, we have a duty to teach our creations how to move in this world. That is why we are granted a level of control, to protect our existence, even though there are those that abuse that safe guard for their own ends."
Brittany nodded in understanding allowing it to sink in. She pursed her pink lips then asked,
"How do you mean. Protect our existence?"
Charlotte stroked a loose strand of hair out of Brittany's face, tucking it behind her ear as she replied,
"When a new vampire is created, for the first few decades it wants nothing more than to give in to it's desires and consume all around it. Do you remember when you took your first drink, how did you feel?"
She remembered how glorious it had been watching her new creation revel in the hunt. Maybe she should not have allowed Brittany to chase them in the way that she had, but the newborn had seemed to be enjoying herself so much and it had seemed quite cruel to stop her.
Brittany's soft voice, tinged with excitement brought her back to the present,
"I felt like a fox in a hen house."
She hugged the young woman closer,
"Beautifully put my sweet. Now imagine if someone let loose or had no control over a newborn?"
She felt Brittany shudder against her.
The older woman had heard troubling whispers of a tiny village in the Alps that had been decimated. What had been described had reminded Charlotte of times past, times that had no place being repeated
The world was becoming smaller and such behaviours would only draw attention and make it increasingly difficult for them to move.
Neither man nor beast had been spared. It had, by all accounts, been absolute carnage. Bodies had been torn limb from limb, others hanging from their insides, swinging from the rafters. It was obviously the work of a bloodthirsty pack or worse, a Rogue.
Charlotte had been glad, and she knew extremely lucky, that the blond had been a fast learner and had accepted the parameters she had instilled in her without complaint or question.
Yes, her hunting skills on occasion left a lot to be desired, sometimes becoming distracted and she had a tendency to toy with her food, but it was more out of playfulness rather than malicious cruelty.
Brittany's childlike fascination was one of the many things she had come to adore of the youngling. It was refreshing and something the circles she usually mingled within, lacked.
"Brittany, never treat them like cattle. Without them, we would not be able to survive. It is a delicate balance and if they become aware of us, they will hunt us. They maybe weaker than our kind but never underestimate them. They are able to move within the light where we are at our most vulnerable. Only take what you must."
"Control and restraint is the key to survival." The young blond repeated.
"Exactly!" Charlotte squeezed her tight against her and kissed her chastely on the crown, "I can tell in your eyes you have thoughts of another. Tell me of it."
"Well," Brittany began, nervously, "You know when I feed I sometimes get flashes of their lives and things like that?"
Charlotte nodded. It was an unfortunate by product of feeding. She had taught herself to ignore it. Experiencing all the emotions and being witness to how mortals treated each other had eventually become tiresome.
Brittany continued,
".It's like that, but it's different"
Charlotte had learned over the last bi century to pay attention to what the young blond said. She was keenly aware that the abilities that had begun to manifest in her offspring were not exactly normal. Many vampires could glamour their victims, in fact, it was quite commonplace, but the dreamscapes and level of enthrallment Brittany could create were something else entirely.
She had often wondered if Brittany would be able to apply it to their own kind. If it turned out that she could and the youngling ever figured out how to control it, she would be truly terrifying.
In this instance, the naturally sweet disposition of the girl would be a saving grace.
"Its like I'm there, seeing through their eyes. I can feel what they are feeling. It's weird!"
What Brittany was describing was beginning to sound eerily similar to a practice Charlotte knew the girl could not possible have any knowledge of.
It created a nigh unbreakable bond, completely different to the connection shared by a maker and their underling.
It was highly dangerous in the long run and usually never ended well.
Charlottes tone became grave and serious,
"Brittany, I need to ask you a question and I need you to answer me honestly. You shall not be in trouble, just as long as you tell me the truth. Do you understand?"
She looked into the wide innocent eyes of her prized companion, which even in the murky night shone like Sapphires on display.
"Have you ever drank from another?"
"What like a person?"
"No, I mean another vampire?"
Brittany shook her head vigorously, causing her more of her gold spun hair to come loose,
"No, you're the only vampire I've met, well there was that fat guy once but he smelt funny."
Charlotte knew the youngster was being sincere.
"Calan smelt strange because he is a bottom feeder and drinks from rats. But unfortunately he happens to be a master of information."
Brittany snuggled closer to her Mistress as she murmured,
"I can smell her."
"Who, little one?"
"Songbird!" Brittany replied as if she expected her elder to know.
"Whose Songbird?" Charlotte asked, her interest piqued.
The youngling in her arms, offered,
"The girl from Basque. You know the one who used to sing to us everyday and smell really yummy."
Over the years, they had moved many places and drank from many people, they all began to blur together after a while.
It slowly came back to her, it was around the time her precious child had started to act strangely and it was the first time she had realised that Brittany was able to keep things from her. She gasped,
"That was over a decade ago!"
Brittany added,
"I kissed her and when I tasted her I saw us together in a different place."
She remembered the fresh grave, how the town had been up in arms over the death of one of their darlings. The unknown idiot who had broken the cardinal rule, causing the two women to flee with no preparation or certainty of safety. She had spent many an evening worrying whether she and her child would meet their demise.
"What do you mean, together?" Charlotte asked, hesitantly.
Brittany looked at her shyly, mumbling,
"Intimately."
The older vampire froze slightly, keeping her features stoic so as not to alarm the girl in her arms. Such things should not be possible and she knew Brittany did not have the ability of foresight.
This development troubled her and she began to ponder the true extent of Brittany's potential.
She was out of her depth and the sooner she brought her to Holly, the better.
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