couldn’t be more than twenty. After seeing her last night in a gown, dressed for a party, he had made some assumptions. She had been blood covered so that hadn’t helped, but her curvy body said ‘all woman’ to his senses. She was beautiful even in her worst hour. With her face scrubbed clean of makeup and her curls hugging her cheeks, in sleep she was even more so. Maybe there would be a better reason than the Wrath teams for him to stay and adjust to life on the Enclave. Maybe a pixie could make him feel alive again.
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It was dark and the smell of old blood mixed with other bodily fluids and mildew assaulted Derek. The sounds of a crying woman drifted to him from somewhere down the corridor. Was that his mother? Derek listened closely, but the sound was too faint to be distinct. He had really screwed up this time. The Master , as he liked to be called, was none too happy about the failure of Derek’s latest mission. The goal was to abduct the girl from her bonding ceremony and bring her back to The Nest. Danielle Vaughn was important to his plans for crushing the ruling Council of vampires. Returning without her had brought a world of hurt down on Derek.
The Master had this insane Hitler-like concept of the superiority of their species. He believed vampires, being at the top of the food chain, should rule the world, and humans should bow their heads respectfully and serve obediently or die. Naturally, he would be the leader, master of all, and all would worship at the altar of his genius for bringing about this new world order. No kingdom or nation would survive the coming of his warped Shade army, the blitzkrieg of the vampire nation.
The Shade consisted of vampires from the darkest corners of the vampire nation organized into loose military units. They were thugs, thieves, and rejected members of society looking for a way to get out from under the Council’s rule. The Master believed this roughneck band of misfits could defeat the warrior class of vampires that protect the Council and the vampire nation before they moved on to take over the human world.
Never mind the fact that vampires only make up about a fifth of the world’s population, and who cares if the US military itself, without the help of the rest of the world, could crush his growing league of likeminded vampires. The eminent goal of crushing the Council is all that mattered to the Master. First, the Council falls, giving him control over the vampire nation. Then, he planned to take over the world like some megalomaniac from a B movie.
The crying stopped when footsteps began to pound down the corridor of the underground network of cells where human cattle had been collected to keep the Master fed, alongside prisoners and vampires that had failed to please the Master were held. Chained to the floor, bloodied and defenseless, he waited for the end to come. Would this be the day to end his servitude to the evil he’d been forced into for longer than he could remember? Had the Master finally made good on his promise to murder Derek’s mother if he weren’t completely obedient? It would be the killing blow to what was left of his fragile human psyche, if his failure had caused the death of his mom. His sweet human mother was the only thing holding Derek to this world anymore. He had murdered, kidnapped, stolen, and abused all in the name of protecting the only family he had, his mother.
The footsteps passed his cell and stopped not far away. A shrill scream ripped through the darkness as the sounds of a weak struggle ensued. The woman was being taken to the Master. It was dinnertime at The Nest and she was the main course tonight. Panic and trepidation poured from the woman as she pleaded to be released, but the guard backhanded her. There was the too familiar sound of skin striking skin before she fell silent. It was completely within their power to trance her into submission and make the experience comfortable, even pleasurable for
****
It was dark and the smell of old blood mixed with other bodily fluids and mildew assaulted Derek. The sounds of a crying woman drifted to him from somewhere down the corridor. Was that his mother? Derek listened closely, but the sound was too faint to be distinct. He had really screwed up this time. The Master , as he liked to be called, was none too happy about the failure of Derek’s latest mission. The goal was to abduct the girl from her bonding ceremony and bring her back to The Nest. Danielle Vaughn was important to his plans for crushing the ruling Council of vampires. Returning without her had brought a world of hurt down on Derek.
The Master had this insane Hitler-like concept of the superiority of their species. He believed vampires, being at the top of the food chain, should rule the world, and humans should bow their heads respectfully and serve obediently or die. Naturally, he would be the leader, master of all, and all would worship at the altar of his genius for bringing about this new world order. No kingdom or nation would survive the coming of his warped Shade army, the blitzkrieg of the vampire nation.
The Shade consisted of vampires from the darkest corners of the vampire nation organized into loose military units. They were thugs, thieves, and rejected members of society looking for a way to get out from under the Council’s rule. The Master believed this roughneck band of misfits could defeat the warrior class of vampires that protect the Council and the vampire nation before they moved on to take over the human world.
Never mind the fact that vampires only make up about a fifth of the world’s population, and who cares if the US military itself, without the help of the rest of the world, could crush his growing league of likeminded vampires. The eminent goal of crushing the Council is all that mattered to the Master. First, the Council falls, giving him control over the vampire nation. Then, he planned to take over the world like some megalomaniac from a B movie.
The crying stopped when footsteps began to pound down the corridor of the underground network of cells where human cattle had been collected to keep the Master fed, alongside prisoners and vampires that had failed to please the Master were held. Chained to the floor, bloodied and defenseless, he waited for the end to come. Would this be the day to end his servitude to the evil he’d been forced into for longer than he could remember? Had the Master finally made good on his promise to murder Derek’s mother if he weren’t completely obedient? It would be the killing blow to what was left of his fragile human psyche, if his failure had caused the death of his mom. His sweet human mother was the only thing holding Derek to this world anymore. He had murdered, kidnapped, stolen, and abused all in the name of protecting the only family he had, his mother.
The footsteps passed his cell and stopped not far away. A shrill scream ripped through the darkness as the sounds of a weak struggle ensued. The woman was being taken to the Master. It was dinnertime at The Nest and she was the main course tonight. Panic and trepidation poured from the woman as she pleaded to be released, but the guard backhanded her. There was the too familiar sound of skin striking skin before she fell silent. It was completely within their power to trance her into submission and make the experience comfortable, even pleasurable for
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