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a/n: rating to go up when more story is added
Wednesday, January 5
I am going to try to finish some more of my story now, but I am afraid that I will be interrupted. Kahn will soon be calling me. There is to be a hunt tonight. Kraven has a suspicion that the lycans will be busy tonight. The stupid idiot. I hate him so much I can not fit my feelings into words. I can just say that we did not have good first impressions.
I hate how Kraven is always around, trying to talk to me. If I didn't hate him so much, I might almost find it comical. I know he wants me to me his "consort." He thinks that he is almighty just because Viktor left him in charge of the coven while he rests. Viktor will be sleeping for two hundred years. He alternates with the other two Elders. Two asleep, one awake. The Chain. The number one rule is Don't break the chain. The chain has never been broken, not in fourteen centuries, ever since the Elders started leapfrogging through time.
I will never give myself to Kraven, or anyone for that matter. All the vampires here are frequently involved in ritual orgies. I have never attended one, much to the sorrow of some of my fellow male Death Dealers. I respect my morals and my virginity.
I have wasted time writing about nonsense and now I must go. When I get back I'll write some more.
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When ever I thought about my family, which happened quite frequently, I felt an unexplainable surge of anger which threatened to rip me apart. Viktor explained all the rule of being a vampire to me that night I was turned one. The rules were strict, and if they were disobeyed, the punishment was death. Don't go out in sunlight; you'll burn. You must drink blood to survive. Don't go too long without feeding or you won't be able to control yourself. Do not drink out of humans. Do not turn other humans into vampires.
Most of the rules sounded like common sense. I wondered why vampires weren't to drink of humans; Viktor and his followers took my families life. I knew better than to point that out though. I had already learned that Viktor was quick to anger and slow to forget or forgive. I closely watched the other vampires, who I found out to be hired lycan assassins. They were called Death Dealers, the most elite hunters of all time. I saw how they treated Viktor, bowing to him, averting their eyes, and calling him Lord. He told me that I only needed to use formalities when in front of others; when alone with him, I could just call him Viktor.
Of all the antics that annoyed me the most, was Kraven. He was also a Death Dealer, high in rank. He had a close set of friends which followed him everywhere. His closest friend appeared to be Soren. I immediately took a dislike to him because of his association with Kraven.
Kraven's eyes followed me around where ever I went. I had only my nightgown and various undergarments on as we left the house before I could grab anything more presentable. Kraven's eyes not only gazed at my face, but also down my body. His scrutiny made me feel nervous.
We only traveled during the night. Viktor told me we were going to Budapest, in Hungary, to a mansion called Ordoghaz. This was where Viktor's coven was settled. Marcus' coven was settled in England and Amelia's somewhere else. Along with the Elders, the Council ruled. While Viktor was telling me about this, I noticed Kraven sneak nearby and continue his incessant staring. I must have looked nervous, because Viktor told him to leave.
Finally, our trip was almost over. We would be arriving at Ordoghaz the next day. I was granted a bath, which I accepted immediately. The water in the basin was steaming, throwing up a dense fog that was hard to see through. I was afraid that it would burn me, but when I stepped in, the water felt only lukewarm. It was inadequate to warm my cold, dead feeling skin.
After my bath, I went in search of Viktor. I found him inside his room, reading. Not wanting to disturb him, I tried to silently back away, but he heard me anyways. "Selene. Please come in."
I obeyed. "I didn't mean to disturb you," I assured him.
He smiled slightly. "You didn't disturb me at all. I was waiting for you."
I stepped up beside him, glancing down at his book, trying to read the cover. It was the Bible. That surprised me, although I didn't know why. "How was your bath?" he asked me.
"Cold," I answered truthfully. He sighed.
"Yes, it was cold. And I'm afraid that no amount of hot water will ever be able to warm your cold flesh. You will simply adapt to whatever temperatures are surrounding you."
I tried to grasp what he was telling me. "So you're saying I'm cold blooded?"
"All vampires are." I nodded sadly. I'd never really be warm again? That didn't sound too good to me. "Go get some sleep; you're going to have a busy night tomorrow."
I bid him good night and left.