As darkness encroached upon the woods around him, Warlow's senses heightened. He knew of Bill Compton's desires; to harvest his blood and to create a superior race of vampires that could walk in the daylight as he. After thousands of years, his hatred of Lillith had not subsided in the least. Her ridiculous prophecy, her untimely and haphazard reincarnation into this young, power hungry, inferior vampire. He held no patience for the absurdity of it all. His priority was Sookie and he would do anything to protect her, and their future. He had done unspeakable horrors to get to this point, to Sookie, and had no intention of stopping. The light within battling the darkness more fiercely than ever before.
"My child, you've returned." Bill Compton ominously cooed from his study. "Do what you will with me and let's finish this." Warlow growled in a barely audible tone. "As your maker, I command you to follow me, and to remain docile. I command you not to kill me." Warlow's vision blazed with disgust. He silently followed Bill to the basement, back to the recently refurbished laboratory. Bill and the chemist immediately began conversing in rapid Japanese. Warlow listened closely, following the conversation fluently. Sample upon sample of his blood were taken over the course of the night. He steeled his anger and forced himself to seem thoroughly invested in Bill Compton's plans. He listened intently as Bill vehemently explained the situation involving vampires; a research prison facility, his plan to save the vampire race and to desecrate the humans.
Warlow continued his feigned interest after learning of the human revolt, claiming his hatred of the human race still outranked his hatred of the vampire race. With his false sincerity only achievable through his years of well-trained deceit, he held Bill Compton in the palm of his hand. As they worked well into the morning, the bleeds soon became too much for Bill. He retired to his coffin, but not before dealing one last command. "As your maker, I command you to assist me in any way that you can." Warlow was left once again. He sat ever still as he harnessed his power. He would help this Bill Compton, but he would do it on his terms, following his own motives. The command from his reincarnated maker pulled on his being, creating a dull pain as he slipped through realms back to his hotel room.
He paced the room until he found the entrance to the small secret realm in which he often sought solitude. Within moments he reappeared, returning with several viles of blood. He suppressed his guilt as he uncorked the viles and emptied the fae blood into his mouth. Sookie's friends and family... he forced the disturbing thoughts from his mind, reminding himself of the greater plan. The blood of the fae quickly set his body alight. His light surged to immeasurable strength and the darkness within relished in the power from the red honeyed nectar. His body pulsed with dominance; he would unleash hell on humans and vampires alike. He would put Lillith to rest for eternity and he would finally make Sookie, his intended, his wife. It was at this moment that Warlow felt the immense power of his 6,000 years on earth; he was invincible.
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