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The Flight Home.
22:12 Aug 22 2009
Times Read: 1,148

After Julia's execution, I attempted to enjoy Venice for a few days, to savor its culture and climate...it did not work. Julia's death left a black cloud over everything about Venice for me, so I rushed back home to Los Puertos. Ankh-Re felt the same way. Erik and Fujiro were also anxious to go back to California - so we all took a flight together.

While in route to JFK, Ankh-Re broke the silence.

"We didn't get any rubies, Isis" he said matter-of-factly. "The whole affair has got me thinking..." He paused. "I'm surprised that Makafisa didn't blame us for taking so long in catching Julia and her gang. They were in our territory fucking up shit, after all."

"I thought of that too" I replied. "But even Makafisa would not attempt to execute three master vampires at once. However, to be safe, if we attend the next vampire ball, it would be wise to bring Her Majesty gifts." Gifts to appease Makafisa usually meant huge stock options, extremely rare gems, or a beautiful healthy new pet. The thought of giving her a human made me cringe, as most of her 'pets' were never seen again...

The other vampires felt my disgust. Ankh-Re quickly changed the subject.

"Well, guys - you two did good. You both received the Queen's medal, so be sure to wear it proudly at all high functions, or whenever you are required to go before Her Majesty. Play your cards right, and you'll get some bling to add to it." Erik and Fujiro knew when and where to wear the order; Ankh-Re just wanted to hear himself talk.

He pulled a slender case from an inside pocket of his jacket and lifted his Order of Makafisa from it. Besides the engraved solid gold medal on the gold mesh ribbon, there were a total of six large rubies - three on each side of the ribbon.

"The more rubies you get to set into your ribbon, the better off you'll be" he replied. Of course, Erik and Fujiro knew this too - I chuckled under my breath.

"Of course - nothing is a one-hundred percent guarantee" Ankh-Re continued. He placed the Order of Makafisa with its engraved 'M' into its case, and slipped it back into his pocket.

Erik and Fujiro looked at me - no doubt to talk about my own order. I sighed.

"As you well know, rubies are given in pairs; I have one set, set into my ribbon" I replied. I recalled how I earned my first and only set: I slaughtered a group of deranged fledglings and their sire - a crazed monk - during the later part of The Crusades, in Constantinople. I actually enjoyed the task, but I never felt the need to accumulate 'bling'.

And I did not want to dwell on murder and mayhem.

"I think I will take a nap" I announced. I tucked a pillow between my head and shoulder, and concentrated on home...





© MFH 2009

The Night of Julia's Judgment.
04:12 Aug 19 2009
Times Read: 1,207








I never cared for High Council meetings. But since I was a Master Vampire, my attendance was mandatory. The last major meeting in which a Master Vampire lost his head was held right after World War II, when Lord Krieg was beheaded by Queen Makafisa, for investing - and losing - vampire wealth with the Nazis. She made sure to execute Lord Krieg right before his Nazi minions, whom she later tortured and killed. "Let their final vision be that of a 'mud woman' killing them all" she later replied dryly. High Council meetings usually meant that someone was going to die a final death...oh, how I longed to be home in Los Puertos instead, with my three donors and my cats!

The annual seasonal vampire balls were more to my liking. Even though deals were brokered and sentences were passed on occasion, the overall atmosphere of the balls was pleasant...

Not so this night. I was almost finished dressing when there was a quiet knock at the door of my suite. I opened it to find Ankh-Re in a black evening suit, shirt, and tie. He came in, wearing a somber expression on his handsome face.

"Are you almost ready?" he asked quietly.

"Yes. If you would not mind zipping up my gown." I turned my back to him, and received an electric shock when his warm fingers touched my skin.

"You look lovely, Isis, even for this depressing occasion" he replied. I wore a black gown that was overlaid with handmade black Valencian lace. My hair was swept in an up-do, with black pearls intertwined in the tresses.

"Thank you, Ankh-Re. It is appropriate that we dress for a funeral." There was silence between us for a moment. "I feel somewhat sorry for Julia" I added.

Ankh-Re actually looked miserable. "How do you think I feel? I just spent the last hour listening to her begging me to set her free."

"Well" I said "We both know what would happen to you if you did that, Ankh-Re. After we vote, and when all is said and done, Julia will have to pay whatever price Makafisa exacts from her."

Ankh-Re sighed. "True. I am still hating this though. Well - let's get going and get this shit over with."

The limousine drove to Makafisa's palazzo in complete silence. A truck followed us, carrying the antique crate which held Julia in her casket prison. Erik drove the truck, with Fujiro seated next to him.

When the familiar rose-colored marble of the palazzo came into view, I felt a heaviness in my heart. Upon entering the formal entryway, we saw that some of the master vampires were already present: There was Lady Anala, wearing a black form-fitting one-sleeved sheath, lounging upon a blood-red couch; Lady Ma-zu, walking down the corridor with her hands clasped behind her back, gazing at the Renaissance paintings; Lord Gad, sitting quietly in a gilded chair, staring at the black marble floor; and Lord Sebastian, leaning against the wall opposite Lady Anala, nervously wringing his hands. Ankh-Re looked at Lord Sebastian, shaking his head.

"This is really hard for him" he whispered.

"I know" I replied. "To have to judge one's own sire..."

Ankh-Re and I joined the others with polite, brief exchanges. I put an arm around Lord Sebastian, and led him to a seat; I took both of Lord Gad's hands in mine and I kissed him on the forehead. The smile he returned softened his usually harsh features. Lady Ma-zu and I hugged one another. As I turned to nod a greeting to Lady Anala, I caught her staring at Ankh-Re while licking her lips...good grief. This was going to be a long night.

Fifteen minutes later, the rest of the Master Vampires arrived: Lady Sirara came in with Lord Kratos; they looked like a young couple on a prom date. They were followed immediately by Lord Pen, whose flowing red hair contrasted sharply with his deep blue evening suit. Lord Pen was not the suit-wearing type - and he looked magnificent.

"Wow, man...you clean up pretty nicely" said Ankh-Re. There were a few chuckles from the other vampires who were present.

The double doors to the entryway opened again, to allow Lord Aray's arrival. He was also dressed from head to toe in black evening attire; he even wore a velvet cape, which was lined in dark red silk. His long black hair, pale skin, and glittering green eyes reminded me of the mysterious Huey.

Activity from a side door caught our attention. Makafisa's chief advisor and confidant - a High Sire named Lord Bekan - led two servants to the great hall. They were wheeling in a television and other audio-visual equipment. One of them had a briefcase and charts under one arm.

"Oh shit" murmured Ankh-Re, as he came to stand by my side. "Pie charts."

Telepathically, all of us groaned in unison. Lord Bekan soon reappeared, with a solemn look upon his dark face.

"Lord and Lady Masters...Her Majesty is ready."

We quickly lined up by rank, and entered the great hall, where we found Lord Mikal already present and seated. We all bowed to him and took our seats.

The silence was torturous as we waited for the Queen. Our odd seating arrangement made it somewhat comfortable at least, as we were not piled up on top of one another: Down the length of the table, we were placed by rank in a zigzag pattern. This gave us ample space between each other. What I wanted -at that moment though - was to be seated as closely as possible to Ankh-Re...

The double doors at the opposite end of the great hall opened to Queen Makafisa. We all stood as she glided elegantly to her throne. In contrast to our dark somber clothing, Her Majesty wore a gold silk gown, glittering with diamonds and small gold discs. The edges of the gown's sleeves were heavy with more diamonds.

"Whoa...' murmured Lord Gad, out loud. He did not block his thoughts, so we heard him say in his mind "She is so damn hot."

It was so quiet that the only sound we heard came from the rustle of Queen Makafisa's gown. She smiled and said out loud "Why thank you, Lord Gad. You are a sweetheart." There was an audible sigh of relief from us all, which made Queen Makafisa laugh. She took her seat and nodded for the rest of us to take our seats as well.

'Well" she began. "We all know why we are gathered here this evening. There has been a breach in protocol, and we must deal with the transgressor."

The doors at the other end of the great hall opened to two High Sires, who wheeled in the antique crate. They were Lord Erik and Lord Fujiro. They both wore the Order of Makafisa around their necks for their help in capturing Lady Julia. They bowed before us all, then exited the hall.

Lord Bekan pulled a skeleton key from his dark robes, and unlocked the chains from the crate. His two assistants lifted the casket from the crate, placed it on the floor, then left, quietly closing the doors behind them.

Bekan gently helped Julia from the casket, and guided her to a chair that was placed before the High Council. He then removed the Lariat of Horus from her neck. It was the first time that I ever saw fear in Julia's eyes. In spite of her fear, she looked beautiful in the black gown Ankh-Re had provided for her.

Bekan went to stand behind Queen Makafisa's throne. Makafisa stared at Julia awhile before speaking.

"Lady Julia Aurelius - you are charged with treason for breaking the laws that I have set forth millennia ago. You have wantonly disregarded these laws, and you have recklessly endangered the lives of other vampires. You have caused monetary damages with your selfish greed and stupidity. How do you plead?"

Lady Julia's bottom lip quivered. She stood up, shaking, not wanting to believe what was happening to her. "I plead not guilty, your Majesty."

"And what is your argument?" asked Makafisa. Julia stood quietly for a moment before replying. "Your Majesty - I'm not well. I'm sick in the head. Have mercy on me!"

A harsh laugh came from Lord Aray. "You've always been a little 'sick' in the head, dear" he said. "What made you suddenly go bat-shit crazy now?"

Julia glared at Aray. "I once loved you! How can you be so heartless, Lord Aray?"

Aray glared back at her. "'Loved' being the operative word here..."

"Enough!" snapped Makafisa. She continued on. "Lady Julia - you are detrimental to our well-being. We are not ready - if ever - to make ourselves known nor become friendly with humans. We do not relish poverty either. You have jeopardized much." She ordered Bekan to turn on the television, where we had to watch depressing financial news on CNN.

Afterwards, Queen Makafisa stood up, and began to slowly pace back and forth. Her heels clicked ominously on the marble floor.

"In ancient times, it was easy to control everything. Now, it is more difficult, and we must always adapt to science and technology." She focused her gaze on Julia. "Have you ever considered the consequences if human scientists got a hold of one of us? Especially if they captured a nightstalker?" Makafisa looked lovingly at Lord Mikal, then focused her wrath back on Julia.

"But your Majesty" blurted Julia "We would never let that happen! The humans are weak and can be controlled - paid off!"

"To an extent" snapped Makafisa, between clenched teeth. "Humans are getting smarter - and their very numbers pose a threat, you stupid little bitch!"

"Oh shit - here it comes" said Ankh-Re to me, telepathically. Everyone began squirming uneasily in their seats. Lord Bekan bade Julia to take her seat.

Queen Makafisa took a deep breath, then walked over to a chart on an easel. She flipped the top page over, to reveal a graph. There were several red arrows zigzagging downward.

"As you all know, many of our holdings are in American companies. For the last two years, these companies have been hit pretty severely with the global recession. Some of my personal holdings in California - in the Bay Area, to be exact - have plummeted in value, thanks in large part to the serial 'Blood Killings'. I wonder who is responsible for that mess? Hmmmmm."

Lady Julia remained mute. She knew that her argument was over. On several occasions in the past, Ankh-Re had warned her not to leave a trail of bodies behind, and not to fuck with the Queen's money. Julia rarely heeded Ankh-Re's advice, and now she had to pay for her carelessness.

No longer proud and haughty, Julia began to cry. It was a pitiful scene. She felt powerless and had to lash out at someone.

"It's not fair! While I was under the power of the Lariat of Horus, Lord Ankh-Re raped me repeatedly! I demand restitution!"

Ankh-Re's mouth fell open. All eyes turned towards him. Lord Aray actually had an amused look upon his face. Lord Sebastian look appalled.

Ankh-Re recovered quickly. "I find it highly disingenuous that you accuse me of rape, Lady Julia" he said. "You were quite pleased as I plunged my tongue into you time and time again."

Lord Aray busted out laughing. "Checkmate!" he exclaimed.

Lord Mikal looked at Queen Makafisa, shaking his head. He wore a bemused expression. Quiet snickers erupted from the rest of the High Council, including myself.

"Lady Julia" said Queen Makafisa softly "You are more trouble than you are worth. I have been lenient with you for centuries, yet you keep pushing my buttons." Makafisa sauntered up to Julia and tenderly caressed her tear-streaked face. "We will now cast our votes."

Queen Makafisa took her seat upon her throne, and motioned for Lord Bekan. Julia's guilt was all but settled; the voting was more or less a formality.

Bekan opened a papyrus scroll that had all of our names listed for the vote - except Julia's name, of course. He called out our names, beginning with the Master Vampire of the lowest rank.

"Lord Sebastian - what is your vote? Mercy or death?"

Lord Sebastian looked at Julia, his sire. He could not bring himself to condemn her, so he replied "Mercy." Julia gazed at him, thanking him with her eyes.

Lord Bekan marked Lord Sebastian's vote with a sun pictograph, then proceeded to the next Master Vampire.

"Lady Ma-zu - what is your vote? Mercy or death?"

"Mercy" replied Lady Ma-zu.

"Lord Kratos?" Kratos looked a bit confused before replying. "Mercy."

"Lord Pen?" Pen had no confusion. "Death." A pictograph of a skull went next to his name.

"Lord Gad?" Gad looked even more confused than Kratos. Then, a wicked smile formed upon his lips. "Take her power away from her, and give me the woman...mercy."

His reply brought a few chuckles.

"Lady Sirara?" I was shocked when she replied "Death." She glared at Kratos when she cast her vote.

"Trouble in paradise" said Ankh-Re to me telepathically.

"Lady Isis?" I looked at Julia. I wanted to beat the crap out of her...and I realized that I did not want her to die. "Mercy" I replied. A look of surprise came across Julia's face.

"Lord Ankh-Re?" Ankh-Re did not need a moment to reflect on his vote. "Death." He then said to me telepathically "The bitch just tried to set me up on fake-assed charges."

"Lady Anala?" Anala looked bored. "Death."

"Lord Aray?" Aray looked at Julia, and blew her a kiss. "Death." An audible cry escaped Julia's lips.

"Lord Mikal?" Lord Mikal looked at Julia and sighed, shaking his head. "Death."

In the ensuing silence, only Julia's weeping was heard.

"Five votes for mercy; six votes for death" declared Lord Bekan. The final vote - and the ultimate decision - was in the hands of Makafisa.

"Rise, Lady Julia" ordered Queen Makafisa. Julia stood up, on shaky legs. "I will now cast my vote. Death. You are guilty as charged." Julia crumpled to the floor. Ankh-Re actually appeared to feel sorry for her.

"Is there anyone here who wishes to amend his or her vote?" asked Makafisa, eyeing Ankh-Re.

No one offered to change a vote.

"Well" said Makafisa. "Lady Julia Aurelius, I hereby sentence you to death. As I am feeling somewhat merciful this evening, you will not be tortured. I will behead you quickly, and your remains will be cremated. Your ashes shall be released to the Four Winds."

Lady Julia stood up straight and ceased crying. She was asked if she had any final words - she did not. She was determined to meet her death as a true Roman of the patrician class. I had newfound respect for her then.

Lord Bekan brought Queen Makafisa's sword to her. It was a heavy gold and iron weapon that had a handle and pommel encrusted with jewels. The sword had produced countless deaths over the millennia.

We all stood up and circled Lady Julia, as protocol dictated. She closed her eyes and waited for the strike. It happened quicky and quietly. Lady Julia's lovely head hit the marble floor with a soft thud, then rolled across it to stop in front of the huge marble fireplace. Lord Bekan ordered the two assistants back in to gather Julia's remains for immediate cremation.

It was done.

I wanted to run from the hall and escape Queen Makafisa's Chamber of Death.





© MFH 2009

Ah, Venice!
03:56 Aug 17 2009
Times Read: 1,250

As Father O'Malley was a priest - a holy man - magic would come naturally to him. I left him in the capable hands of Carlo when I left with Ankh-Re to Italy for the High Council meeting.

When Julia was bound by the Lariat of Horus and placed in the casket, Ankh-Re had taken possession of her. Knowing Ankh-Re, I knew that he had his way with her, as she could do nothing to keep him away (not that she would)...my curiosity made me ask Ankh-Re what transpired between them during our flight.

"Honey - I did nothing to her that she didn't want" Ankh-Re replied.

"I see" I said, in a cool manner.

Ankh-Re gazed at me intensely, then grinned.

"I'll be happy to give you the same treatment."

I put my headphones back on for the in-flight movie, intent on ignoring him. Ankh-Re laughed.

Our flight from SFO to JFK was uneventful - which was good. From JFK, we boarded a private jet to Venice, with Julia in tow in a crate labeled 'antique'. I had to laugh - we master vampires were all 'antiques'. With Ankh-Re's connections, we had no problem with customs. As it appeared that my solitary existence among humans was coming to an end, I figured that I would have to get some of those connections - I would need more than the occasional banker or DMV clerk in my pocket...

Once we arrived in Venice, we stayed at the Ca' Sagredo Hotel,

in separate suites...When I emerged from my bath, I found Ankh-Re sprawled across my bed, in a long black silk robe. I was actually speechless. I stood there with my mouth hanging open like a complete idiot...at some point, I regained control of my tongue and asked "What in the hell do you think you are doing?" as calmly as I could.

Ankh-Re stood up and let the robe fall to the floor, displaying every inch of his perfection. Oh Mother Isis - I prayed - please do not let me succumb to this devastatingly gorgeous incubus. This was not the time!

"While you are very tempting and my Sire, Lord Ankh-Re, I must decline the invitation. Please go back to your own suite."

Ankh-Re sighed heavily, and made a show of being very dejected.

"As you wish, my Lady" he said, while putting his robe back on. "I guess I can take Julia from her box - lariat and all."

I actually felt a pang of jealousy, and spat out "Yes - you do that." I refuse to be one of his puppets on a string!

Ankh-Re smiled, then left, quietly closing the door behind him.

And now - thanks to him - I am aroused. I must find a partner for the evening...someone with whom I will have no lasting connection. I believe that there is a very nice bar in this hotel.







© MFH 2009

The High Council.
07:49 Aug 12 2009
Times Read: 1,305

Carlo and I spent a few days reciting vampire history to Sean. We went over the vampire ranks, and how power was transferred from one to another. As Sean - Father O'Malley - was completely fascinated with the members of the High Council - particularly with Lord Sebastian - I typed up a fact sheet for him:

The High Council.



The High Council is comprised of the Supreme Guardian and the Twelve Master Vampires. They are thousands of years old. They are very powerful beings, who are all attractive and youthful in appearance.





The Supreme Guardian.



Queen Makafisa - The ruler of all vampires. She is a direct descendant of the Goddess Lilith, and one of the first daywalkers - a mutant strain of vampire that can go out into the daylight. Makafisa is the most powerful, and is adept in all forms of magic. She is more than a vampire, but will not say what that 'more' is. She can kill humans and fledgling vampires with a thought alone, but usually prefers to torture and kill her victims the old-fashioned way.

Physical attributes: Statuesque, with mahogany-colored skin, long black hair - usually in braids - and black eyes.







The Twelve Master Vampires.

(Listed in order by rank/age)



1. Lord Mikal - Circa 5,000 BC. He was actually worshipped as a 'plague god' during the late Paleolithic period @ 4,000 BC in the Near East. Mikal is the oldest known surviving nightstalker. There is a rumor that he is a younger half-brother of Queen Makafisa, but neither he nor Makafisa will confirm or deny it. Mikal is a wise thoughtful vampire of few words.

Physical attributes: Tall wiry build with long straight white hair, black eyes, and pale skin.



2. Lord Aray - Circa 3,000 BC. Aray was named after an ancient war god of Armenia, which is where he is from. The god Aray was worshipped as a dying-and-rising god. Thus, the name suits Aray well, as vampires are believed to be of the 'dying-and-rising' kind. Sometimes he is hot-tempered and cruel. He is a daywalker, sired by Queen Makafisa.

Physical attributes: Tall and muscular, with pale skin, long curly black hair, and green eyes.



3. Lady Anala - Circa 2,500 BC. She was formally a high priestess of the Goddess Kali, in northern India. She is a nightstalker, whose sire died during one of the early vampire wars. She really enjoys seducing men and feeding upon them - a true succubus.

Physical attributes: Tall and voluptuous, with golden skin, long wavy black hair, and hazel eyes.



4. Lord Ankh-Re - Circa 2,200 BC. Formally a high priest of the God Amun during Egypt's Old Kingdom; a daywalker, whose sire died during one of the early vampire wars. He is a major womanizer with an outgoing personality. At times, Ankh-Re can be quite blood-thirsty.

Physical attributes: Tall and muscular, with shoulder-length curly black hair, hazel eyes, and light golden-brown skin.



5. Lady Isis - Circa 1,900 BC. A former priestess of the Goddess Isis during Egypt's Middle Kingdom; a daywalker, sired by Lord Ankh-Re. Compassionate and somewhat scholarly - she loves her solitude.

Physical attributes: Tall and curvy, with long curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. Like Ankh-Re, she also has light golden-brown skin.



6. Lady Sirara - Circa 800 BC. A former princess of the Assyrian Empire and a relation of the famed Queen Samuramat (Semiramis); a daywalker, sired by Lord Ankh-Re. Sirara has a wonderful singing voice and a sweet temperament...except when on the hunt.

Physical attributes: Medium height, curvy, with long wavy black hair and black eyes. She has a light olive complexion.



7. Lord Gad - Circa 3,000 BC/500 BC. Phoenician. Even Gad does not remember most of his history; he is a nightstalker. During one of the earliest vampire wars, he was beheaded and left on the nighttime battlefield to disintegrate with the sunrise. Humans gathered his remains and buried him in a cave, where he laid for 2,500 years. During a rare time of peace, he was discovered. Queen Makafisa used the magic of the Nephilim to put him back together and bring him back to life.

Physical attributes: Tall and muscular, with an olive complexion. He has closely cropped dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. One can see the faint scar around his neck that bears witness to the fact that he literally lost his head.



8. Lord Pen Esus - Circa 500 BC. A former Druidic warrior from Ireland; a nightstalker. Pen was captured in Gaul and sold as a slave in North Africa by Phoenician pirates, where he was bought and sired by Lord Gad. He wields a battle axe with ease, along with other weapons.

Physical attributes: Tall and muscular, with pale skin. He has long wavy red hair and blue eyes.



9. Lord Kratos Apollonius - Circa 400 BC. A Greek nobleman from Athens. A very accomplished, intelligent scholar. Kratos was sired by Lady Sirara; he is a daywalker.

Physical attributes: Tall, with a slender build. He has shoulder-length wavy black hair, green eyes, and a light olive skin tone.



10. Lady Ma-zu - Circa 300 BC. A Chinese noblewoman from the court of the long-lived Zhou Dynasty; a nightstalker. She was part of a delegation to Persia, where she was sired by an unknown nightstalker who died during another vampire war. Ma-zu is fluent in many languages of the Far East and the Middle East.

Physical attributes: Of medium height, with a slender build. She has long straight black hair, dark brown eyes, and pale skin.



11. Lady Julia Aurelius* - Circa 200 BC; Roman. A patrician ancestor of the first Caesar; a daywalker. She left her husband and seduced Lord Kratos into siring her. Later, she became Lord Aray's mate, and received more power through his ancient lineage. She has a very sadistic nature, which drives her bloodlust.

Physical attributes: Tall and voluptuous, with pale skin. She has long wavy auburn hair, and green eyes.



12. Lord Sebastian - Circa 280 AD; A Roman of Gallic and Italian origin. A former Captain of the Praetorian Guard, Sebastian was executed for treason on becoming a Christian. Now venerated as a saint in the Catholic Church. He is a warrior and a vampire of compassion. He is a daywalker, sired by Lady Julia.

Physical attributes: Tall and muscular, with a light olive complexion. He has shoulder-length wavy dark brown hair and grey eyes.







*Lady Julia will be formally removed from the High Council; most likely she will be sentenced to a final death, then executed by the very hand of Queen Makafisa. At the very least, she could be forced into a deep sleep for a few hundred years...





© MFH 2009

Baby steps.
02:45 Aug 11 2009
Times Read: 1,354

The beginning of learning and training always starts with information. Besides me teaching Father O'Malley about vampires and helping him adjust to his new way of life, Carlo was also available to lend a hand. Being a little over one hundred years old, Carlo was still considered a 'baby' himself. I figured that he would be able to communicate with the priest on his level as well, since he was also a Catholic.

Father O'Malley was surprised to learn that there are actually two types of vampires: the original nightstalkers, who were vulnerable to sunlight; and the daywalkers - like myself - who evolved from an ancient mutant strain. Unlike the nightstalkers who only drink blood, daywalkers drink blood and eat food. Neither turn into bats and fly. One does not become a vampire by being bitten by one - rather, one must drink the blood of a vampire. Over the millennia, periodic wars raged between the two vampire strains, with one group trying to eradicate the other - all because each faction accused the other of thinking that they were better than the other. It was only within the last three hundred years that a truce was made, with the creation of the High Council, which was comprised of the Queen and the twelve Master Vampires. Currently, there were five nightstalkers on the Council, and seven daywalkers...well, six daywalkers now, as the Lady Julia will soon be formally removed. (Hopefully, her replacement will be a nightstalker, to maintain a balance, and keep the peace)...

Father O'Malley was intrigued by the information.

"So, Lady Isis - since I drank your blood, that makes me a daywalker?"

I answered in the affirmative. He looked relieved.

"That's good - I'll be able to continue my life much as I did before."

"That is correct" I replied. "If anything, you will find that your new vampiric nature will help you with your work."

It was good to see that the priest was adjusting to his new life in a positive manner - much better than what I had expected. He seemed to have gotten over his worries about drinking blood. I even had to laugh when he asked me to call him Sean instead of Father O'Malley. I said that I would, if he would agree to call me Isis, without the 'lady' title...

I must admit that he looked very good in David's borrowed Levis and T-shirt. He had a few days of beard growth, which gave him a scruffy, sexy appearance. I had to keep reminding myself that the man was a priest; priests should not look that damn good! Even though he was very tempting, I did not want to interfere with his vows. I wanted to bite him and more, but reminded myself that I already had three pleasing donors already. It would do me no good to become greedy.





© MFH 2009