Kashka walked though the graveyard she could pick up the scent of her prey as she closed upon him, fear mingled with sweat. It was creating a wonderful aroma for her sensitive vampyre nose.
Will his blood be sweet or bitter?
Kashka thought as she saw a shadow pass through the trees ahead of her. She increased her speed and clutched the back of the youth's shirt as he darted out in front of her.
"Let me go! Let me go!" He cried out. But all Kashka did was increase her grip on the shirt, which drew the fabric closer to the youth's throat and began to cut off his airflow.
"
Look at me
." Kashka commanded and let go of the youth's shirt. He turned. Kashka looked into the clouded blue eyes of the young man in her trance.
You are mine
, Kashka thought and she felt her canine teeth elongate. She could see the pulse in the young man's throat; she leaned in for the kill. She felt her teeth slip through the tender skin with ease, sweet and tangy blood filled her mouth as she began to drink.
As Kashka continued to drink the youth's lips began to move. He whispered something that made Kashka jerk away from him.
"What did you just say," Kasha ordered as she forced the boy to look into her eyes. He gurgled, tried to speak, and reached up for her ash-blonde hair.
"You… you are… beautiful," he sputtered wetly once more and looked like he was going to say more but his head lolled to the side and he died in her arms. Kashka looked upon the corpse horrified that someone she attacked and drank from thought she was beautiful. She jumped and tossed the body roughly on the ground like it had burned her. She turned on her heel and left the graveyard as a man walked out from behind an old weeping willow tree.
"Kashka! By the gods of the nine hells, wait the fuck up!"
The blonde woman stopped her quick paced walk and turned around.
"Yes?"
As Jasper caught up to the green-eyed vampyre he slowed and began gulping air as fast as he could trying to catch his breath quicker.
"The… the Lord… he, he needs you… now," Jasper looked fearfully into the cold green eyes.
"What does he want now?" Kashka asked in a silken voice.
"T… to see you."
Why must this half
-daemon
always stutter? It takes up too much time, especially if
High and Mighty
wants to see me right away
, Kashka thought but said, "Lead on."
Kashka entered the huge throne room underneath the city of Citrell. It was full of undead men and women just waiting to be served fresh blood and treats. She stopped briefly and looked towards the end of the room. It was deep in shadows but she could see the burning scarlet gaze of
him
, her master, Drayus.
Kashka was sick of walking behind the young pup her Master wanted to succeed him. Kashka shouldered past the half-
daemon
and stood boldly in front of the thick crowd. She tossed back her thick mane, bowed upon the plush crimson carpet, and waited to be announced.