Chapter 20
Through the primeval slime through the growing shadows that was consumed into the darkness, he stood over his domain. Baal was becoming the thing he controlled the most, evil incarnate. He relished at the sound of the tortured souls that had begged for his attention, his power had never felt stronger as the aguish of those lost forgotten ones were being prepared. Time was on his side.
In all his years of existence he had never hated anyone more than his own blood. His brother Caan was going to pay for his betrayal. Oh how it gnawed and eroded away his humanity. It was the act of that that treasonest moment that was the vilest and most contemptible act ever perpetrated on him in his existence.
Even now while he stood on the edge of the precipice that was his domain, he plotted and planned and imagined how he would destroy his brother. Killing him would be too merciful and not make him suffer as he now suffered. He fed on his hatred his mind going over and over how he could cause the most pain to the man that was his brother.
The very thought of his brother's act of perfidy against him still ate at the core of his being. How could he make him pay, oh the ideas were boundless imagining Caan stretched out before him upon the ultimate alter as a sacrifice. He would watch him when layer-by-layer his skin flayed from his body.
Or there was the impetus that had brought about his infidelity to his own kin. He thought about the upstart female, dressed in her figure hugging suit and that ridiculous coat he had noted in the days of cowboys and Wild West. He let his memory diverge on a time in his life that the Wild West had brought him more souls than he could remember since Caesar Augustus had sent those infidels to the lions.
Their fear had fed him until Hitler began his march of fear and terror through the world again feeding his hunger and power. He was sure they were somewhere in his domain, he had not had a chance to really think about them or what had become of their souls. There had been so many under his influence.
Those had been times that his abilities had soared to new heights and his power had grown tenfold. How could he not be upset that his own blood had the audacity to go against him! The impertinence of his act just made his anger boil and roil up inside like some insidious parasitic erosion of whom or even what he was, the most powerful under lord of evil and destruction.
With a curl of his lip; Baal raised his staff and shouted, his voice echoing and reacting off the solid walls around him, "Suffer the pain of ages. Live the sorrow and anguish of those who have suffered from your acts. Be purified in the evil that is your being!" From below there were more cries of anguish, despair, and pain.
Smiling he felt the rush like a junkie taking a hit from their drug for the first time after a long absence. These putrefied souls were his drug. He took a deep cleansing breath filling his soul with their anguish and torment. Feeling the rush of such misery from the crucible that was damned.
Inhaling their pain like the scent of a finely crafted perfume he smiled. The thought of the defiled as they writhed in their damnation made him orgasmic. Until he thought about the woman, and his happiness was short lived as the anger began to inflame inside him again. The gall and the very thought that his brother would choose a mortal female over him.
Well he would just have to see about that. He had plans and he was going to make him and her pay. Who was this female, the flippant little idiosyncratic deviant that dared to threaten him with death! Who did she think she was?
How dare she put herself on equal footing with the most powerful and egocentric god that ever ruled the under dark! He was going to show the world he was to be feared and respected. He would grind her under his heal and would make his brother watch. That would most certainly make his realize how wrong he was to have chosen sides with this mortal female.
He was growing bored as his high dissipated and left him with his growing anger. He needed some amusement and he knew where he could find his next fix. Moving with a sense of purpose and direction he moved to the throne room and summoned the viewing pool. "Show me Victoria Winters Collins."
The pool ripped, shimmered and a most glorious light of purity and innocence appeared. She was more enchanting than he remembered. Her inner light was most mesmerizing he had ever experienced. She sat at a desk, her head bent over papers, the fall of her hair obscured her features and he did recall she was beautiful to look upon. He enjoyed the cut of her jawline that accented the delicate balance of her neckline.
He studied her, she was so engrossed with her paperwork. Long slender fingers played with the edge of the papers. He wondered what it would feel like to be touched by those fingers that riffled the pages she held. She lifted her chin and a soft smile edged those luscious lips that cried out to be crushed against his lips, not just kissed but also ravished.
To ignite that passion would be such a sexual assault on the senses it might take one days to recover. Smiling he liked watching her purse her lips while in deep contemplation. The tilt of her head that exposed so much more than she must realize. Her manner was unassuming and her dress from what he could see was demure and presented a pleasing picture to his wandering eye.
Using the distraction of the storm, he did the one thing he had never thought to do because it did put him at risk to exposure, but he had to smell her, to sniff what was her essence one more time and feed of the sweet fear that was hers and hers alone.
Bending the realities between their two worlds, he appeared in the darkness allowing at first the scent of what he bred. Evil. Which is what he allowed to encompass the area around her. He watched as her chin lifted and the fear began to edge into her being and reflected in her gaze as she looked up and around the room. She thought to put the chair and desk between them. Oh how foolish she was to believe that he would allow such mere things as a desk and chair to keep him from what he desired. Then it was time to make his presence known.
Such quick repartee between them amused him and once again fed his need for a high. The very fear she exuded was palatable. Oh she would make a wonderful mother for his children. Their children would be his progenitors to carry on his legacy on earth.
The boy would look like him, in mortal form and the girl would be as beautiful and seductively sweet as her mother and together they could rule Torrel and bring forth many more souls to his domain.
How? How could he seduce her to be the mother of his children? She obviously could not be coerced into accepting him. He had to think about this. He made a quick decision to get a little more fear from her to bathe in the light of what was she and pour some more fuel onto the fire of fear he had lit in her eyes.
It took all of his will power to leave her there alone and wondering what his message had meant. He would put her on a schedule to visit her more often if he needed a little pick me up. Sliding back into his plane of existence.
He had to start building an army of knights, and thought he would need them as the leader of his marching hoard. Humanity would not stand the chance against his enclave of evil. He had a lot of planning and mulling over how he would deal with his brother and that whore.
Vicki rolled over to her husband's side and started with delicate enticing kisses along his neckline and could see just how her playful act had started to arouse him with more than just a tease. He tuned and wrapped her tightly in his arms, lowering his mouth to capture hers and lay waste to her inviting tongue. She in turn wiggled her body close to his and together they rode their pleasures to a climatic high.
Their bodies writhing in the passions that promised more than a night of pleasure. The promise they shared in each other's arms was the commitment of a lifetime of love. Together they soared in the height of their passionate love making to bring themselves upon a precipice of promises and ever lasting devotion.
Lying in each other's arms, Barnabas planted feathering light kisses from the top of her head to her earlobe. Whispering the words of love and devotion in her ear, he trailed more kisses down to her earlobe along her neckline and around to her lips to capture and hold her in the passion of his heart. "I have missed you my love. You are my life, my heart and my soul. I pledge them all to you from now to the end of time."
Vicki basked in the glow of his love. Turning in his arms to peer up she caught his gaze and smiled, "I shall always be true to you, to love you with every breath I take, to be the wife you deserve and the mother of your children from now until the end of time." He felt his love swell at her words and bent to capture her lips and seal them with the sweet promise of a lifetime.
Lying in the afterglow of their lovemaking they could hear the rise and fall of the hurricane that was now making land fall. It was only a backdrop to the warmth of their love they had shared and for a time Vicki felt they were keeping pace with the storm in their frantic congress.
The fervor to find, explore and enjoy each other in manners only dreamed of had sent them to a new height of exploration of their carnal pleasures. Never before had either of them thought they could achieve such perfection in the single act of exploring each other's tenderest parts. Together they found the ultimate pleasure in their sexual gratification as they strove to please each other. The word love had become more in those moments of exploration and happiness in finding they were perfectly suited to each other.
Happily exhausted they collapsed into a euphoric after glow and lay breathing heavily and contented. Vicki ran her fingertips through the fine hair of her lover's chest. She smiled as she watched his reaction was evident by the hardening of his nipples and other delightful parts of his body. "Woman you are driving me to distraction."
Vicki chuckled, "Do you want me to stop?" He grabbed her fingertips and drew them to his lips. "Never. Not ever do I wish you to stop. I would perish at the thought of never feeling you near me, holding you as I do now and feeling the passion of your love as you accepted me in to your heart and gave me your soul to wrap in my love."
She flushed as such endearing words and sighed softly. "Then I guess we need to work on bringing more children into this world."
He laughed and rolled on top of her taking care not to crush her with his weight. "Then I suggest we do so immediately," Once again they were wrapped in their passion fueled by the love they shared. Midway through there came a sound of an awake baby and the look of defeat filled his eyes, as he turned to peer over at the crib of the crying baby.
She tugged his chin back to look deep into his gaze, "She is fine, let's continue shall we?" He looked a bit guilty at ignoring their child and continued with what was commenced before the interruption. His focus diverted from his wife to the cries of his daughter. At one point he grew concerned that Vicki felt unaffected by the cries of their child.
She whispered softly, "She is not hungry, she is not wet, she is adjusting to being alone without the sound of my heartbeat. The doctors said to just let them cry themselves to sleep." She kissed his lips and true to her words, the cries abated and the sound was no more but the labor breathing between the parents as they consumed the love they shared for each other.
Jeanette sat on her sofa and watched the monitors, she had not been able to sleep and she was growing antsy. From the hallway came a light knock. "Yeah?"
She called and Radu pressed against her doorway called, "I can't sleep would you like some company?"
Jeanette called, "Open door." The door unlatched and on pneumatic hinges opened to allow the vampire entrance. "Why can't you sleep mutt?"
She tucked her legs under her as she slid back and changed the monitors to a television station. Radu moved in and flopped on the sofa next to her. "Wait, have you been de-flea?"
He gave her such a wicked sly smile as he responded, "Why do you want to give me another bath?"
Jeanette flushed, and he was reminded so much of her mother as she showed her modesty. "I am not so sure I shall ever forgive you for that."
He laughed, "I would hope you could forgive me, I did try to warn you when you insisted I get in the tub and I refused."
Jeanette stood and moved to her kitchenette. Getting a bottle of blood and placing it in the microwave she heated it on a low wattage, then she pulled a bottle of beer from the fridge, popping the cap off she heard the tell-tell noise of the microwave as it finished its cycle.
Retrieving his bottle of blood from the microwave; she moved into the living room. After handing him the warmed bottle of blood. She tucked her leg under her body and sat back. He and sat with his warm blood looking at the bottle. "I would never have thought that you could bottle it."
With her beer still resting on her stomach she laid her head against the edge of the sofa's back. She glanced sideways, "You never thought there were other vampires in this world than yourself or those you, and the Tepes clan had turned?"
He thought about that for a moment and realized how narrow minded they had been. "Not really, the council had always dealt with those that were perpetrated by Prince Vlad."
Jeanette sipped her beer, and then resting it on her stomach again, she turned her head and looked at Radu. He was handsome and very charming. The one thing she never thought would happen and that was she would feel comfortable around him. Even though they had gotten off on the wrong foot and he had embarrassed her, she never expected to actually like him. Surprising her self she did.
She turned the bottle in her hand reading the label and with a nervous habit she began to pick at the label and peal it as she put to words her thoughts. "I have a feeling, something is about to happen and we are gong to miss it." She turned to Radu and noticed he had not drunk from his bottle. "You going to nurse that back to health or drink it?"
Radu sipped his blood and smiled, "My favorite B positive. So tell me Nettie, are you just suffering from downtime syndrome?" He had learned in one of his training classes that this was typical of most the operatives and they needed to watch-out for becoming complacent.
She considered her response, took a sip and then moved her head to peer at an invisible spot on the wall. Her words were soft as she carefully tried to explain away her feelings. "No, it's more than that. I know we have not had any movement in a week, its like something is out there breathing new life into something more sinister."
Radu studied the bottle he held, "Nettie, you do not need to worry about missing something. We all go through the expectation phase, you need to learn how to relax."
Jeanette sipped her beer, sat forward and leaned over to rest her beer on her coffee table. "What I need is to go to the gym and beat the shit out of the dummy bag."
Radu laughed and sat forward, "Want some company?"
She stood, "I am going to dress out, be right back."
Radu stood before she could step away from him, he reach and captured her wrist. Drawing her close, he looked into her gaze then slowly lowered his lips to hers drawing from her a moment's hesitation. She gave into her instincts, wrapped her arms around his neck, and returned his kiss.