Ancient Alpha Blood

Queen of the Vampires

Namid woke up and saw the different walls and realized that the last day was not a dream.  She really was free.  She wondered to herself what that meant exactly.  Can she walk out the door?  She felt Dugan shift in his sleep next to her and she almost jumped out of her skin.  She realized then that she was naked, she reached for the sheets to cover-up and did not move in hopes of not waking him up further.  She notices some clothes at the end of the bed that were a light shade of pink and assumed it might be for her.  She slowly slid out of bed keeping her eyes on Dugan making sure not to wake him up.  Her heart skipped a beat at how handsome he was.  She somewhat remembered last night and him holding her.  Did they make love?  She didn’t think so she thought to herself has her feet touch the plush carpeted floor.  She looked down at the end of the bed and she saw the something pink again.  She reached for it and at the same time Dugan groaned in his sleep and turned away from her with a thrust. 

She stared at his back muscles and how each one rippled as he moved his arm.  How is lats formed a perfect V into his pajama pants he was wearing.  She wanted so bad to reach out and touch him.  She could feel her wolf urging her to touch him, her wolf wanted him so badly.  She took note of the couple of moles he had on his back and that he had some light freckles along his shoulder.  She watched his back rise and fall with steady breathing.  She reached for the pink item and then quickly turned and fled to the bathroom noticing how hard it was to turn away from him.  It was like she felt she wanted to protect him from something. It would be a feeling she would not be able to shake for a long time.

She reached the bathroom and turned on the light.  She gasped at her hair and her thin body.  She had not seen her entire body most of her adult life.  Her hair along the right side of her face was jagged in length going form short ear length to shoulder length.  The hair along the left side of her face was dirty and in snarls.  She was secretly extremely happy her mate did not wake up to her like this.  She looked around the bathroom. The white subway tiles extended from the shower all the way to the door of the bathroom with a more decorative blue jewel shaded tile over the sink and behind the big mirror that spans the full length to the two-sink counter.  She felt the soft marble that it was made out of; and it was so smooth under her fingers. 

She noticed a single drop of blood on the bottom drawer and reached and touched it and everything that happened last night came shooting through her memory.  The anger, the pain of cutting her hand, accidently cutting her hair while cutting up that stupid red ridiculous body covering.  Her blood boiled just thinking of it.  Then the memories of Dugan kicking in the door, him holding her close and rocking her.  He spoke so softly to her and just let her let it all out.  She remembered feeling so safe with him that she drifted off to sleep.  Tears formed in her eyes again, but she held them back.  She looked back in the mirror and looked deep into her own dark brown eyes. “You, Namib, will cry no more.  You have no more time to waste on the past on things you had no control over.”  She took a deep breath and turned toward the shower.  It was time to wash it all away. 

Dallas and Nash

Nash woke up with Dallas sleeping soundly in his arms.  He admired her beauty and how innocent she looked sleeping in his arms.  She was a fighter; she was fearless, and his heart swelled with pride over the last few days.  Last night had been so beautiful, so perfect.  He did not want the sun to come up and make last night just a memory. Colton purred in the background of his mind just enjoying the energy that was flowing between them. 

Nash was brought back to the present as Dallas shifted in his arms waking up.  Her big almond shaped eyes fluttered open, and Nash could see all the flecks of gold that were suspended in her dark brown eyes. She smiled at him and slid her arm over his chest and pulled herself closer to him.  He would never again take these moments for granted.  He wrapped his arm around her keeping her closer as this super vibrant feeling rushed though him.  To him it seemed much more than love, but he could not put a word to what he felt at that moment.  It seemed she felt it too as she hummed and squeezed his with her one arm over his chest. 

They did not know that their bond was sealed, more so than others.  They had a life flow bond that joined them at the very core of their being.  They would be able to feel each other’s feelings like pain, love and everything in-between.  They would not be able to live without each other, even if separated only by distance for a long period of time.  They will be able to communicate even if their wolves were incapacitated for some reason.  It would take some time for them to figure out how to use this power but once they do, they will be very powerful leaders.  Which is exactly what the Brekston pack was going to need sooner than anyone ever imagined.

Somewhere far far away

Her throne sat at the far end and center of a big stone wall behind it.  It had been there for several hundred years.  It was her place, where she literally re-energized herself.  The throne was oversized with lush black velvet back cushion and seat.  Its wood was cherry colored but more with a blood red hue along the arm rests and beautifully curved legs with wonderfully carved claw feet that resembled wolves paws.  The frame had such intricate woodwork you had to really look closely to see the wolves amongst the trees and the chains around their necks holding them captive.  Some were in a howling stance, some in an attack stance and some sleeping at the foot of a tree. 

The 20’ door at the other end of the hallway echoed as they opened, the 9” thick wooden door was older than anyone could remember and has saved her life several times.  She walked through the door with several servants in tow.  Her long grey/blond hair was thin at the ends showing her black cap underneath, her legs and arms were long and skinny making her stride hard to keep up with for most people.  Her thin face was pale, and her green eyes were dulled by greed.  When she smiled her larger-than-life teeth made her like almost character like but there was never anything kind or gracious behind her smile. 

Her footsteps echoed with power as she strode down the hall to her throne.  It had been far too long since she had taken a rest in it.  Her name by birth was Greta.  Her mother had been a simple German farm girl that her father had charmed into his bed only to leave her as an unwed mother months later.  She and her mother had to live on the outskirts of the village begging for scraps of food or hunting for their own food.  At the ripe old age of 10 her mother was killed trying to secure a place to stay for the winter the only way a woman could.  Greta fled to the forest, alone and angry.  Today she sat in her chair not thinking about the past but wondering about her future.

She sat in her chair placing her hand on the nobs at the end of the arms that swoped into the legs so elegantly and she closed her eyes taking a deep breath.  She pulled the energy out of the wood and you could almost see her youth course through her body making her skin not so pale, her teeth not so yellow, her face not so old.  Her hair was again flowing blond as she took deep breaths and felt the smooth wood beneath her palms.  Her strength was restored.  She would die without this chair and its special effect on her.

“Bring them to me.” She was ready now.  She had been waiting for this moment for a long time, 30 years in fact.  When just a single scared young man was brought in anger flashed across her face. They looked at each other for several seconds without saying anything.  His wolf was howling to run away but loyalty kept him standing there.  That and he had never known any other way of life.

“Why are you here alone?” her voice was low and controlled. She could sense that he wanted to run.

He looked down at the ground “We were attacked, and I am the only who escaped.” He suddenly regretted coming back.  It would not have been so bad to be a rouge, better than what was about to happen to him.  He braced for the worst but instead he heard and felt nothing. He opened his eyes, and she was looking at him, almost seducing him with her eyes.

“You survived, the only survivor and you came straight here to tell me you failed?” Her voice was sweet and velvety. He nodded in agreement not looking up.  He did not even hear her walk to him when he felt her hand on his shoulder. “Loyalty gets rewards you know.  Now, do you know who killed everyone? Was Gibbe killed?” They had been lovers; Greta and Gibbe; so many years ago, but sometimes she still longed for him.

“No, he was captured, everyone else either fled or was killed.” He stalled for a moment. “She got away too.  They came for the sisters and took their mother as well.” Her hand dropped from his shoulder and flinched in fear.

“They have all three?” She was terrified to the depths of her soul, if she had one.  He nodded not looking up from the floor. She was silent for a bit as she looked him up and down, werewolves really were beautiful specimens of humans.  She lifted his face to look at her “Do they know what they can do together?”  He paused for a moment remembering that one ran faster than his bullet. 

“I don’t think so.” He did not want to tell her for some reason.  He felt some sort of loyalty towards her.  

“Do you know who overtook you?  Could you describe them?” She wanted to know everything.

“I only saw their wolves, they were black, the girls and there was another set of look-alike wolves that were brown tinted.” He did not think that part mattered but it was all he could come up with.

“Good.” She turned from him, and he watched her walk back to her throne.  “Take him to my chambers and get him ready.  I want him bathed thoroughly.” And with that he was escorted out of the room and had suddenly become her boy toy. 

“Simon!” She called for her most trusted council. 

“Yes, your majesty.”  He took a knee in front of her.  He wore jeans and old t-shirt and he loved working on the internet.

“We are looking for the twins again, possibly with another set of twins. Please work your magic on the internet and find them.”  She always talked with him nicely, she valued him greatly.

“Yes, your majesty.  I will work on it night and day.”  He scurried back to his room filled with top-of-the-line computers.  He knew this would not take long.

Queen of the Vampires, as she liked to be called, sat back in her throne, and closed her eyes.  She was going to have do this herself and she was going to have to be strong enough for it.