Life Blood's Vengeance

Escaping into the Dawn

Of course, the blasted man remains silent until the wonderful looking selection of treats indulging melon, strawberries, sandwiches, and my personal favorite crème burel arrive on the best service with a nice pot a fragrant hot tea blooming from the spout. Of course, he knows this is a favorite of mine as it reminds me of when I was a small child. Although, back then he did not know exactly what time period.

He starts on his meal gloating that if I had been good I would be dining civilly with him. As if this man knew of any such manners.

“I was looking forward to meeting you after all this time my dear. I have been through much since we last met and the first meeting with your father as your prospective husband did not go well. After that I of course had my own matters that gave me quite a bit of trouble for 30 years down in Brazil, but I had the opportunity to think on much.” Well this is boring as a villain speech. I again roll my eyes as I see the teenagers do of this age and then pretend to fall asleep closing my eyes.

I hear a loud clap by my ear. “I promise that if you find this appointment boring I could entertain you like we once did. However I do not think you would be as willing as last time.” With that he had my attention as I open my eyes and look into his with loathing as he continues his threats, “If I remember correctly you once enjoyed what they now call submission and bondage. I have however found that you are far more tame than you once were.” Okay well remember when I said I had some wild days, well I was hoping that he would not quite remember everything about back then. I look into his eyes that are hard and ruthless, they are not the same as they were in the 20’s 1920’s that is and in my defense I had not known of the future acts he would commit.

He backs away to the chaise once again to continue his meal.

“Now will you pay attention.” I nod and tap my fingers of the unpadded chair back where my wrists are entrapped. “Impatient I see. You must have forgotten your lessons from long ago. However, I must get on with our appointment as I do have other matters. Once I had spent 30 years in Brazil assisting the government in various Civil disputes and murders in return for suitable living quarters and sufficient funds after escaping Germany after the death of my dear friends…”

I slam my feet on the ground cracking one floor tile with the chains connected to my bound feet “Dear Friends” that sick bastard. They were responsible for the death of so many and their death was just. Unlike the death of my father who died fighting for the French underground movement at this man’s hands. “Ahh how dare I forget to mention the death of your father.” He goes to lay on his side, getting comfortable on the chaise. “I escaped with one other friend with many valuable from the French historical collections including a lovely painting I would love to show you later."

"However the size of the cargo we were carrying gained the attention of your father who were attempting to find disbanded groups of our soldiers.” I banged the floor again. How dare he speak with such as causal tone as if none of this mattered. He picks up an orange, green and red series of melon balls and lobs one after the other at my face. Sadly one I almost catch if not for the gag in my mouth.

“Where was I.” He picks up his hot tea and sits up to pour in a bit of milk, “We killed all of the men following your father’s command on the tarmac as we loaded the valuables in the plane and noticed that although your father was hit several times he still would not die. Including one shot to the heart which caused him to fall to the ground. This we found odd and chopped off his hand for experimentation later on. However not without great cost, he stabbed me and I was in the process of bleeding out. No doubt your father still made it home." I was paying full attention now. He was smiling and looking into my eyes as if looking for confirmation of his kill.

He had taken a sample of my father’s blood. If you take a good quantity of a mature vampire’s blood then if you know what to do you can turn yourself into a non-aging and immune to major injuries vampire with no side effects. Karl/Michell must have done so as he had not aged and he now was cunning enough to take me from under securities protection.

My father did make it home even if Karl did mock me now for it. However because of the amount of super natural strength he used and for such an extended time he did die. Slowly and with enough time to tell me of Kral's doings as he was regurgitating blood and turned to ash before my eyes.

My eyes must have shown some of my horror of the memories, “Yes, my dear sweet flower. I am one of you now and the blood of your father has now become mine. The increased cunning and eye sight has helped me to kill many and I have been trying to find you for over 60 years after I felt it safe to build my own troops away from Brazil to once again take the riches of this world. Something your blood will help me accomplish. ” I am so in deep trouble and I start to struggle.

I turn the chair over with my trashing the chains cobbling me straining against the full force of my super natural strength that comes from being an older specimen of vampire. Something he does not quite have, but something that does take my health at risk, just like my father. He does not move as he watches. Full of his own pride he does not believe I can break these bonds and take vengeance for the unwilling taking of my father’s blood.

Taking his life blood from him by force was considered to our kind the highest crime of our people as it was considered a bond only family shared. Little did he know that a groom having a father’s blood was indeed considered an introduction for a husband into the bride’s family upon her wedding. My former intended had the rights any future husband of mine had by force. Something I would never be able to do for my chosen intended. I was breaking the chains slowly in my anger as the need for vengeance takes over for the chances I would no longer have.

He laughs at my struggles and gets up from his comfortable position on the chaise to walk over to my prone, straining body on the cool marble floor many probably were killed for. A space his blood would now be spilled as well. How fitting.

One more push and all the links binding me should shatter. The closer he gets the more damage the metal can do to spear his body as the chains fly apart. I watch as he bends down to touch my side. Now, the chains break into a thousand pieces and he cries out in pain as the shards penetrate his eyes, face and chest. Spiting out the gag I now gift him with the same device except tighter. He is bleeding profusely but I do not have a weapon, even the rest of the chain is to short to strangle him with. I pickpocket his cell phone he dropped when the chains shattered and break the metal chair I was chained to over his head until the chair legs snap off.

The noise I make is loud and I have to escape quickly, but the security is the next issue to face as I look to the windows that are being me. He was so sure of my imprisonment that he placed me in a room with openable windows facing a nearby tree line. His hubris would only benefit me and my experience from getting out of many such episodes, mostly during wars fought along side my family.

I run quickly to the window and see dawn is now past, no sleep for me. Not that I need much to function properly along with the right about of coffee and blood. However, my health might be a major concern by the time my use of supernatural strength catches up to the exhaustion.

The building is only two story so I jump from the window and race for the tree line, glancing back to see the place I will come back to for an assault strike no matter the cost. Now to get to my mothers before the health issues catch up to me including throwing up blood catch up to me. At this rate I have about six hours before I am activly dying. I need blood and I need to let my remaining family know of the threat to us all.