Blood Right by T. H.

8 Years Earlier..

“Shhh.. Shhh.. someone will hear us love.” He told me, while holding a finger to my lips. We had snuck into my fathers office and locked the doors, thankfully he was always gone on business. Mark tossed me onto my father’s large mahogany desk and began to unbutton my shirt, as I unclasped my bra. This was nothing special to Mark, he always had vampirettes trying to win his heart, or get in his pants, but I was different, or I hoped I was anyway. We had never actually had s*x, just weekly play sessions together in my fathers office. I wasn’t ready, I had just turned 18 and finally got my fangs, I was barely a woman, but I was also the Clan Leaders daughter and only heir. I always had to consider whether someone wanted me for me, or they wanted the high title that came with being my mate. Mark’s father, Vincent, had always been a power hungry bastard and my father knew it. He was head of our clan’s counsel and second in command, after my father. He expected Vincent to arrange a marriage between Mark and I just so he could worm his way up through his son, but he hasn’t yet. “Mark.. Mar.. Oh.. oh!..” by the blood, this man has a way with his fingers. “Your p***y is so tight El, f**k, I want you so bad. Let me have you. Let me be your first.” Mark was so hot, not just by vampire standards, but he was gorgeous. He stood six foot tall, with shoulder length black hair, and ruby red eyes. I loved these moments where he was mine and only mine, but I knew tomorrow night he would have someone else and I wasn’t going to give everything away to someone who couldn’t always be just mine. “No, Mark you know I can’t.” I said, still panting from my orgasm, his hands still between my legs. He starts to unzip his pants and kisses my neck. “El, you trust me, so why are you torturing me like this? I know you want me, so let’s just..” “NO MARK!” I shouted and rolled sideways off the desk, quickly pulling my pants on and moving to clasp my bra. “I don’t know who you think you are Mark Anthony Alestro, but you are not going to do anything to me that I don’t want!” I shouted, still trying to re-clasp my bra. “But you do want me El” Mark said as he slowly walked toward me, pants now completely gone. “You want me, and you want this to happen between us. You always have. You have wanted me since we were young, but I didn’t want anything to do with you. But look at you now, you’re so sexy and your t**s are the best I’ve ever seen.You have my attention now El, don’t push me away like this.” Mark reached for me, pulling me to him, and started kissing my neck again. “Baby.” Kiss. “We could be something powerful together.” Kiss. I froze at those words.. That’s when I realized that Mark was no different than his father, he wanted my virginity because it was his way to power, I.. I was his way to power. He didn’t want me, didn’t love me, just my position and title as future Queen. I could feel my heart break at that moment. That’s when I felt my body shift, the anger at those thoughts rose up in me, and I felt claws slide from my fingertips. My eyes shifted from a calm deep red to a bright blue, filled with fury. Then I let out the biggest growl I have ever heard. “Get. Away. From. Me.” I said, my teeth clenched together. Something like fear shot thru Mark’s eyes as he grabbed his pants and shirt, he ran to the door to open it, but before he could my father stepped thru the entry. My father looked at Mark with anger and distaste, then his eyes shifted to me, and a look of wonder and love crossed those deep ruby eyes. He looked to Mark again, this time his look was filled with rage, “Mark Anthony, you should leave. NOW!” My father said, his voice was deep and powerful, rumbling thru the castle. Mark looked at me again, claws still ready to strike, “you’re a freak! A disgrace to vampires, no wonder you’re 18 an unmated. Nobody will want you, NOBODY.” I could hear his voice trailing off as he ran down the hall and away from us. “Pumpkin”, my father said, “take a deep breath, calm your mind and count back from ten with me.” “10, 9, 8,” we said together, taking deep breaths between each count. “7, 6, 5,” I felt my claws retracting now and eyes shifting back. We finished counting and I fell to knees sobbing. My father rushed to me and engulfed me in his arms and gently stroking my hair back. “It will be ok pumpkin, I am here. I want you to tell me everything that happened, and then we need to talk..” “Talk about what?” I asked, tears still streaming down my face. “It’s time we talk about your mother pumpkin.” He said, with a solemn look on his face. “Mother..” I whispered and pressed my wet face to his chest. After what seemed like an hour, my tears stopped falling, but the ache in my heart was still there. I explained everything to my father about Mark, what he wanted to do and how it lead to my outburst in his office. He was angry with me, but proud that I took charge of my own well being. He was even more disgusted with Mark, and said that Vincent would be getting a personal visit from him later this evening. After that was settled, we began to discuss my mother, he never talked about her, like she was a taboo subject amongst our Clan. “Her name was Mariella”, he said, “she was the brightest and most beautiful thing to ever come into my dark world.” His eyes gleamed with pride, and some sadness when he spoke of her. “We met at the gathering one year, all the clans had come together to give thanks to the blood-mothers and that year we invited all immortals.” “All of them? Why?” I asked, feeling confused at that thought. “Everyone comes together once every 40 years to show peace and unity between us all.” I nodded and he continued. “Your mother was giving a speech on inter-species relations and trade deals when I locked eyes with her. She was stunning, bright blue eyes with gorgeous blonde hair, so blonde it was almost white. You look just like her pumpkin.” My eyes were red, but my hair was a white blonde color, so maybe he was right. “She and I went to dinner after the gathering and we saw each other for months, then she became pregnant with you. She gave birth to you in her lands and brought you to visit me every month. Aside from her, you were the most precious thing I have ever held.” His face was solemn, almost like I could the sadness creeping in slowly across those deep ruby eyes. “What do you mean, her lands?” I asked. He looked at me and said “you were born in Lothaire pumpkin, your mother was a Lycan.” Shock filled my senses and the world seemed to pause around me. “A Lycan? Like a werewolf?!” I asked, still In complete shock. “No, not a werewolf. Werewolves are primitive rogues who only shift at moonrise. Lycan’s are more powerful beings, more intelligent and able to shift as they please.” I nodded again, although I wasn’t sure I had heard what he was saying to me. “So that explains why I had claws today then.” I said, not to anyone in particular, but my father answered “yes. It looks like you’ve inherited more than just her pretty hair.” I laughed at that. Nobody but my father ever told me my hair was beautiful, everyone in my clan had dark brown or black hair and pale skin, but my hair was long and white, and my skin was a warmer sun touched tone. People whispered about my appearance but nobody dared comment about the clan leaders only child. “What happened to her?” I asked, I was hesitant to ask because I knew I’d see the hurt in his eyes again, but I needed to know. He let out a long sigh, placed his hands in my hands and said “she was killed by rogue vampires, ones who still think that all immortals should remain separate and at war. They heard of our union and your mother feared for your safety, so she delivered you to me. She was found that same day with silver arrows through her, she was pinned to a tree. She was just outside of our clans territory so I wasn’t able to sense that she was in trouble and by the time I found her it was too late.” A tear fell from my fathers eye, and I gently wiped it away. I have never seen him cry before and it hurt me deeply to see it now. Trying to change the subject, I c****d my head side ways and asked, “ok, so I’m half lycan , what happens next?” He looked at me with concern and said “you will have enemies, not only because you are my daughter, but because a vampire and lycan have never produced offspring. You’re one of a kind pumpkin. People will hate you and fear you for that aspect alone, so we need to keep this between us for now.” “But now Mark knows”, I said. “I will handle it, I’m going to speak to Vincent tonight.” A calmness settled over me at that, my father was always able to settle situations in a peaceful manner, and people feared him for the times he wasn’t so peaceful. “But as for you,” he said, looking me up and down, “it’s time to train. You must learn how to fight. I wasn’t able to protect your mother, but I will prepare you for what lies ahead.” I hung my head, concerned because I have never trained for anything. I’ve watched the guards train and always loved their swift movements, but didn’t think I would be capable of such beauty. “When do I start?” I asked, “At Dawn”, he replied.