Knives Vauldraie - Chapter Four 'Preview'

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(this is probably the darkest piece I've written in awhile)

Chapter Four


Vauldraie's hand slowly traced along the various object laid out on the vanity desk, his hand stopped on a small rectangular box, taking great care he slowly opened it to reveal a silver letter opener, a gift form one of his many servants long time ago. He could hear fewer and fewer screams coming from the courtyard, no doubt those creature's of the night were feasting upon his own family, and friends that he has known most his life. Yet as he slowly slid the letter opener under the sleeve of his shirt, his mind simply shrugged off that thought, as if it were a life time ago. His eyes slowly trailed across the room to where the little girl lay dead, her pale complexion told the horrible truth to what he has now became.
Making his way over towards the large bed he looked down at his now deceased father, yet no emotions or feelings escaped him, He knew she should feel remorse, anger. But none of those emotions were there instead an emptiness. His ears quickly honed towards the sound of boots once again clicking down the hall, It was Lilith. Not even in the same room he felt her presence, some kind of link. He knew she was satisfied with her 'conquest'. It felt as if her mood were being projected into his very thoughts.


As the door slowly opened, Lilith walked in to see Vauldraie laying in the bed where she had left him, this time however his back was propped against the wooden headboard of the bed, in his hands he slowly twirled about his father's crown, as he slowly looked up towards her.


“you are awake” She spoke as she slowly sauntered her way towards the foot of the bed, taking a quick glance towards the corner where the dead little girl lay. “and I see my boy was thirsty as well”


Vauldraie simply tossed the crown to the side as it hit the dresser falling towards the ground as he softly spoke “Not nearly enough to quench this thirst” He watched as Lilith slowly turned her head towards him, and smiled. As she slowly climbed onto the bed, taking great care placing a leg on each side of him. “Lucky you my love, I just had a big meal” She spoke with a grin as she climbed closer, sitting up making sure she felt him grind her waist hard against her in some sexual perversion as she took her finger, the nail slowly grew growing sharp as she gently slid it against the wrist of her left hand. The warm blood quickly became pouring from the open wound as she lowered her hand to the eagerly awaiting mouth of Vauldraie, as he drank her blood, his eye's quickly began turning bloodshot, as he felt the surge of power wash through his vanes. He did not want to stop, for each drop shared with him a bit of her own knowledge, through visions and clues and scrambled thoughts. She finally screamed and pushed Vauldraie hard from her wrist as he fell against the headboard, She let out a gentle moan as if almost the ecstasy of the moment over whelmed her, her breath was shallow and light. Vauldraie simply looked up at her, her blood gently trailing down his lips as his fangs were still visible. “Why” his voice stern and demanding as she slowly looked down at him questioningly but before another second could pass, Vauldraie reached into his sleeve pulling out the letter opener and in an blur his hand sliced the jugular vane of her throat.
Lilith's eye's quickly widened when she realized what has just happened, she tired to scream but no sound came out, and when she tried to move she realized Vauldraie had his hands firmly secured to her hips, as he sat there not even a smile came across his face, as if he were empty and hallow. She watched as her hands moved to her throat trying to prevent as much blood loss as she could, yet they both knew it would do no good as gush after gush splashed against Vauldraie, landing everywhere she would twist and turn. It did not take long before she finally collapsed. Her lifeless body fell gracefully on top of Vauldraie as he just laid there, trying to make sense of the whole situation, what he had just done, what had happened to him. It was the oddest sensation however, her death was not out of vengeance like he had hoped, instead he felt an even darker pleasure arrive from such an action.


Taking his arm he simply rolled her over on the other side of him, now laying between his father and his new born mother, Both now dead, and no remorse or guilt fell over this damned creature. Slowly he got up walking over towards the chair, he reached down picking up the little girl. Gently laying on on the bed with the others. Stopping only long enough to make an apology to the dead child. Turning his attention towards the room he quickly went about gathering several kerosene lanterns, before stopping at the foot of the bed, Turning towards the wooden door's he started to walk towards them, tossing the lanterns onto the bed, the glass breaking as they hit against each other once making contact on the bed, it did not take long before the entire bed and half the ceiling was burning.