Father Romero

Father Romero

I had a few good quiet years in the beginning. I went to a monastery and lived with monks for a few. I guess that is where I learned to control my lust for blood. I became really devoted to and thought perhaps my life didn't end. I was if you could say happy for that short time but I heard of a coven of witches slaughtering wolves in the area. That was the first time I encountered her and her ploy to gain power. She would use a coven of witches and convince them to attack wolves. They would need to get five alpha wolves and perform a ritual so they could gain their strength and agility. With that power, they could wage war against any enemy. Witches were always outnumbered by wolves and vampires. They were preyed upon by both supernatural creatures at times and they had resentment building because of it so it was easy for Valencia to lure witches into this trap. I had become determined to stop her since this violence brought bloodshed not just to innocent supernatural families but to human ones as well. I stopped her the first time and the second time. I didn't come face to face to her until the third. Her eyes were pitch black now but I can't deny she looked just as beautiful as I remembered. I can't be sure what was going through my mind but the moment I saw her I knew that connection between maker and prey was strong. She stood there staring at me and all I wanted to do was rip her throat out and f**k her into oblivion. I used my vampire speed to reach her and in one swoop lifted her up and pressed her back onto a nearby tree. I quickly bit her neck and tasted the blood she had consumed that day. She smashed her lips onto mine and licked the traces of blood off my mouth. I ripped her dress off and pushed myself inside her. I knew I was lost and with no reasoning left. I had felt alive for the first time in so long. I hated it. I remembered everything she had put me through and continued to but it was hard to resist her kiss.

Valencia took some years off and in that time I spent some time killing vampires who had little or no regard for human life. I guess I wanted to do some form of good for all the wrong I had done. I continued to look for good to do and occasionally I would run into Valencia. I remember the time she was feeding off of an entire town and I had found her. I should have been more upset than I was at the very moment my eyes landed on her but I wasn't. I was once again consumed by her beauty and my devotion to my creator. This time she jumped on me and clawed her nails into my chest. She let herself slide down onto me and I felt the waves of passion drown me. I yanked her hair as hard as I could and pulled her down to me so I could take a bite of her neck. All the blood she had consumed from this town. The mothers, the children, and the fathers, everyone. I had tasted it all through her and I loved every drop of it. She was the poison taking over my entire mind but in these moments I didn't care. I grabbed her by the waist and slammed her harder on my shaft. I wanted her to feel all of the pleasure but every single bit of the pain. We were both rough with each other. I think at this point we both hated one another as much as we had a small form of love there too. I helped her burn down the town and since there was a war going on they hardly looked into it. Humans had a habit of pretending they didn't notice us. They rather live blissfully ignorant than have to realize they were being overrun and living with the nightmares of their storybooks. She apparently tried to start a coven but since she didn't trust or like anyone it didn't last. She had asked for my help but I took this opportunity to see if she would finally die. I knew I would never be able to do so with my own two hands so I hoped someone else would. They didn't, but in the process, I made her angrier. She went to visit my old monk friends and killed the entire monastery. I was too late to do anything and by a clue she had left behind, I knew where she was going next. My mother was still alive and so were many members of my old coven. They had no power and no way to defend themselves. She slaughtered them all. My mother was drained of all her blood. I got there just in time to watch them be laid to rest by family friends. My mother still had pictures of me in her home. I guess she didn't completely hate me but I hated myself for the both of us. I vowed to kill her even if it meant taking my own life with hers. She only got to attempt her little plan one more time. I found Valencia and her new coven of witches. I killed all of the witches and left her for last. I was angry and ready to end this. I marched up to her and dug my hand into her chest. I wanted to pull out her heart but something in me stopped me. I looked into her pitch-black eyes and hated that I felt anything for her. She pleaded with me. She pulled us both down to our knees and begged me to spare her. She promised she would never do it again and would stay as far away from me as possible. I laughed but I granted her request. I was stupid and a fool. She kept her promise for thirty-year until she found another coven and came very close to performing the ritual that would give her more strength. She wanted to be what I was. A monster of two classes, a hybrid. This was no prize, this was a curse beyond any other I had ever seen. You were worse than anything that could be born into this world or so I thought. With the help of my blood, something new was born. I didn't know whether to stop it or to love it but I believe I had to do both.