I have been awaiting an attack, but as of yet, none has come. Two months have passed since his sister’s death at my hands, but…although I know some of his pack has stalked me, no one has made any attempt to get at me.
I cannot explain this to myself. Why does Hawkeye wait? It is a torment and, therefore, perhaps his intention?
At the moment, I have gathered my vampire warriors in London. I have great plans and mean to incorporate everything at my disposal to carry them out. I will create a hybrid race and I will have day-walking powers.
But I will have to watch my back because of Hawkeye. I know eventually he will strike, and I believe he means to do so when I don’t expect it, so I must expect it at all times.
I have work to do—I mean to own the world, and I have all of eternity to accomplish my goals. I am determined to infiltrate governments, military, police…everywhere, slowly at first as we build our blood depots. Others before me have tried and failed, but I have studied the mistakes they made and don’t mean to duplicate those mistakes.
I took a long look at myself in the mirror. Damn, but I am handsome. And yes, oh yes, we do cast an image—humans believe such nonsense about us.
I usually dress and act the playboy billionaire, because, actually, I am. Indeed, I look the part I play dressed in my silk, black tuxedo for this evening’s entertainment.
My long, silver streaked hair is slicked back and braided at the nape of my neck. Forever thirty years old, never aging. But if a human were too look long into my eyes, he would see the ancient deep inside.
I was turned at thirty, but I look even younger. My eyes are hazel, unless I am angry or hungry and then they are red…very red.
It all starts tonight at the ball.
I mean to get close to the daughter of the Prime Minister. How close? Ha—I mean to turn her in slow stages. I will use my power of compulsion if my charm doesn’t work. In the end, she will turn her father.
Many of my vampires, female and males alike, are recruiting specific targets all over the world. We ancients command a great many underworld vampires.
I heard her steps, light and fast, before she cracked open the door.
“Darling?” Allora stuck her lovely head just inside. Oh, but I love the look of her. She moves me.
Indeed, but she needs to be punished.
I don’t wish to do what I must, as I do seem to have a soft spot for her. I suppose all villains care for something or someone.
I won’t do to her what I should, but she needs to believe that I will punish her severely.
Her mission this night is to turn a specific target, a government head who will be at the ball this evening. I have told her to forget whatever it is that draws her to Scotland until her mission has been completed and her target has acclimated to his fate.
She will obey. She has no choice. She obeys not because of loyalty or love to me, but because of fear. I am one of the most powerful ancients, created by Dracula himself. I learned much from my sire and was his general for many years. You could say I am royalty.
“Ramon…I need to talk to you.” Allora stepped inside and took a step towards me.
She is a beauty and desire rushed through me, but she must be punished.
I sneered at her so that she may see I am displeased. I took a sip out of my scotch before I said, “Take out your tits.”
She laughed. “Don’t you like my pretty gown?”
“Take them out and come here,” I insisted in a tone she has heard before.
“But, Ramon, I want to talk to you about Scotland…” She attempted to skirt what she knew was coming.
“You finish your mission and we will talk about Scotland, now, come here, or get out and send pretty little Roma to me.”
Her chin went up in the air. She gave me one of her ‘damn you’ stares before she marched over and did what I asked.
Her breasts are not large, but they are perfectly rounded with pink taut nipples. I love her breasts and as I fondled them, I was almost lost to a sudden need to lay her down in her pretty gown and take her over and over.
I have learned control over the years. I drop her breast and step away as though she is nothing to me, and I see her frown take over her pretty face. She is confused.
“Now, straighten yourself up and we will go to the ball,” I snapped, and watched her pull up the bodice of her satin gown.