My True Love
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,041
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
1
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My True Love
My True Love
By
Kiix
December 25, 2008
Word Count: 1849
My True Love:
It’s been a while since I had you in my hands, my love. The last entry was in 1866 and from the last paragraph the horror of the human world was weighing heavily on my heart and soul. I honestly thought I lost you. It’s a little disconcerting to know that my Mother has had you in her safe keeping since my abandoning you. She would have read you some here over the past century and a half. Maybe you are why I am receiving gifts from her again on the Fey holy days. I guess it doesn’t matter, what I have done cannot be undone and I still do not regret my actions. How can I regret something that saved all I loved so dear? Maybe my Mother has finally understood that. My loss of grace wasn’t a power grab for the throne. I can’t say that it wasn’t for my benefit. I still have my sisters.
Enough of that. The reason I set pen to paper again is that I am part of the world again; I’m not just allowing it to pass by. How can I sum up the past year? I have surrogated myself to the hilarious house of Von Drachenfeld. *Big Sigh.* There are some days I think to myself what the hell have I done then there are others that I some proud to be a part of – the pod – that I could bust my buttons.
Vampires. I thought them strange creatures before. Of all the Bloods, they are the strongest. They relish their immortality. Most are arrogant and cliquish. So, my Love, how could I tie myself to a Vampire’s House if they are so...eh? Simple. Von Drachenfeld is unlike any other Vampire House I have ever seen. Or maybe I should clarify that, the new resurrected Von Drachenfeld clan is unlike anything I have ever seen maybe cause the Head of the House is indefinable.
Lord Emperor Xavier Von Drachenfeld the First.
Don’t let the First through you off. Cheeky little monkey that he is. He is all a Vampire Lord Emperor should be. He’s drop dead gorgeous. It might have been four hundred years since the last Lord Emperor self destructed, but you could see some of Sigmund’s features and mannerisms in his great great grandson. Before Sigmund went all nutty, he was a good ruler. He was kind, just and fell like a hammer on those who would disturb the fragile peace between the Bloods and the Humans. Father had been a good friend with Sigmund before madness took the Vampire down the path of ruination. X is like that. Ahem, in all ways.
I’m not saying the Lord Emperor is mad but it must be crowded in there: Xavier; Sex; Azrael; and Skell, the ultimate destroyer. This is a well kept secret within the House. I don’t know how they have been able to contain this because it’s not like the Lord Emperor is a distant unapproachable figurehead. Within the Vampire Nation, those who do not truly know the Von Drachenfeld find him to be a sexual deviant. Four husbands, two wives, countless numbers of lovers and only five children. Truthfully, and that’s what you are my Love is my truth as I see it, I fell into the category that called his house a Harem.
I’m ashamed of myself now.
Love is a rare and precious thing in the world, be you Blood, Human or ultimate destruction. I might tease all the brotherhood, but I know the value of love. Sex and Cutie just burn up the oxygen around them when they are together, and I don’t mean in a sexual clinch. To find the other half of your soul and then to find it with another immortal. Some have all the luck. I haven’t met this Marcus and Azrael together as a couple but to listen to the children and the Loyal, they are a grand concert together. Melodic and filling each other’s spaces and silences. King Azrael is nothing like Sex. Which is strange.
How can I explain this, my Love? The brotherhood are entities unto themselves. Each other moves differently. They have little quirks that aren’t shared across the physical. Which, even though I just wrote it, is strange. Case in point. Azrael has no sense of humor but he does have a quick right cross. I couldn’t laugh off having my chimes rung. X’s imperials just said “Told You So” and left me laying there on the marble. Since Azrael is now King of the Lycan, maybe the Imperials belong to him now instead of Xavier. But I digress, Sex called me on my bluff and left me in serious sexual distress, again flat on my ass on the floor. “All talk, no follow through.” Not that I wouldn’t mind following through, but I liked my fingers just where they are and the number I was born with. Skell honestly scares the hell out of me. He is just intensity at it highest refinery. Lanseng, a Seer of the Collective given physical form acts like his lightening rod. All that power is directed to him. There is no telling what could happen if the Collective comes for that tall blue man. Well, if they did, it would be unleashing ultimate destruction on the world...and not just this one.
Then there is the crux of the brotherhood. Xavier.
I was not shown his best side at first. An act of mercy had turned on him and threatened all he held dear. The rock of his stability walked away. He was entitled to play pissy for a few months. I couldn’t see what had drawn so many to his household. Well, he just had the stuffing kicked out of him, he didn’t have to show me but...the Empress, The Lycan Regent, The Master of Master Assassins and even the Progenitor of the Species all circled around him. I didn’t see what they all did until his Armor walked in and out of his life a second time. Whatever the big brown Vampire did, reset the switch in the once and future Lord Emperor. Then I truly understood what the phrase cult of personality was. He was Xavier.
When he was in your company, he was with you. You didn’t have to vie for his attention. He gave his time willingly to his family. This just isn’t his triplets, his human son and his latest addition but the twelve wolves who were bequeathed to him as well as those who live under his roof. To Kain on his birthday, he gave the ultimate sacrifice – the 1957 Chevy Nomad. Gah, I wept when I saw that car. A showroom classic. Forget the fact that riding with X was like a game of Russian roulette, and that the vehicle had been modified with young vampire safety glass, it had been his pride and joy. The look of dumbfoundedness on Kain’s face was worth it. Along with the keys and ownership came a credit card to pay for the gas that the monster guzzled down. Not that I’m a car geek, but I think it gets like 2 miles to the gallon or something like that. Still, I think this was a good step to heal the break between them.
The two smallest puppies followed Xavier everywhere like attached tails. Azrael may be King but Xavier is Lord Alpha. He was their Daddy’s bestest friend and he took the time to make the little puppies welcome and feel loved. I walked into the entertainment room one day and just watched amused and a little dumbfounded myself as X laid out an old time video game floor mat out and hooked up the system. The older siblings were too busy for their little sisters so when they came sniffing up to their Lord Alpha and asked him to show them how to dance. Furry balls with stubby legs and bushy tails were set down on the red and blue arrows “Now we are going to learn how to shake what your mama gave you.” I couldn’t speak Lycan but I knew what laughter sounded like. Loyal came and went. The Lycan Seneschal came as well but he was easily dispatched back to the Den with instructions. Lia and Treska were the center of his world that afternoon.
That’s when I knew why everyone came to him. He did what was right. Xavier did what was right even though it might not be popular. It might not gain him anything. Doing what was right cost him his lover. Armor made Xavier. This is more than just turning him into a Vampire. It takes a strong love to stand in the shadows of a great one. It doesn’t matter if it’s a male or female, the silent partner has to be so much more. Cutie’s explanation fried my noodles but it made sense that it would take a special person to stand with the brotherhood. Personas. I don’t think that Marcus and Armor are like the brotherhood . I don’t think anyone is like the brotherhood.
Ah, my love. How foolish can I get? There are so many in line to love him. Now that he isn’t playing drunken slut, he is so charming. In the brief quiet times that he does get, sadness and sorrow hang off him like a funeral shroud. I was insulted at the time when Sex and Claudius approached me about being Xavier’s – as they put it, pinch hitter. Now, if he crooked his finger, I would come a running to his bed. I know that I would be nothing more to him than a bed warmer. A comfort pillow. His vampire will return to him. Everything I have gathered that Armor has done to the little Lord Emperor and for him screams true love.
My true love, I could love him. I could hold him in my arms. I could keep him safe with my magic but I am not that foolish to be second best and, Armor is another Master Assassin. Xavier may claim that he is free and easy of Armor Von Drachenfeld but everyone who cares for him knows it’s just bluff and bluster. Oh, I know Armor is coming back. I know that he is coming for the little Lord Emperor. I know enough not to be in the way of that steamroller...still, a little part of me wishes. But, I don’t have a death wish.
I’d forgotten the comfort you give me, my love. The simple scratching of pen to paper is soothing and allows me to gather my thoughts. I’m grateful Mother kept you safe and sent you to me. I wish everyone well. While I physically can’t return home, know that I love everyone and I miss them with all my being. We’ll chat again, my true love. This promise I will keep.
Hrypanleah
Former, Crown Prince of the Royal House of Selden
Ripley
Mage to the House of Von Drachenfeld
By
Kiix
December 25, 2008
Word Count: 1849
My True Love:
It’s been a while since I had you in my hands, my love. The last entry was in 1866 and from the last paragraph the horror of the human world was weighing heavily on my heart and soul. I honestly thought I lost you. It’s a little disconcerting to know that my Mother has had you in her safe keeping since my abandoning you. She would have read you some here over the past century and a half. Maybe you are why I am receiving gifts from her again on the Fey holy days. I guess it doesn’t matter, what I have done cannot be undone and I still do not regret my actions. How can I regret something that saved all I loved so dear? Maybe my Mother has finally understood that. My loss of grace wasn’t a power grab for the throne. I can’t say that it wasn’t for my benefit. I still have my sisters.
Enough of that. The reason I set pen to paper again is that I am part of the world again; I’m not just allowing it to pass by. How can I sum up the past year? I have surrogated myself to the hilarious house of Von Drachenfeld. *Big Sigh.* There are some days I think to myself what the hell have I done then there are others that I some proud to be a part of – the pod – that I could bust my buttons.
Vampires. I thought them strange creatures before. Of all the Bloods, they are the strongest. They relish their immortality. Most are arrogant and cliquish. So, my Love, how could I tie myself to a Vampire’s House if they are so...eh? Simple. Von Drachenfeld is unlike any other Vampire House I have ever seen. Or maybe I should clarify that, the new resurrected Von Drachenfeld clan is unlike anything I have ever seen maybe cause the Head of the House is indefinable.
Lord Emperor Xavier Von Drachenfeld the First.
Don’t let the First through you off. Cheeky little monkey that he is. He is all a Vampire Lord Emperor should be. He’s drop dead gorgeous. It might have been four hundred years since the last Lord Emperor self destructed, but you could see some of Sigmund’s features and mannerisms in his great great grandson. Before Sigmund went all nutty, he was a good ruler. He was kind, just and fell like a hammer on those who would disturb the fragile peace between the Bloods and the Humans. Father had been a good friend with Sigmund before madness took the Vampire down the path of ruination. X is like that. Ahem, in all ways.
I’m not saying the Lord Emperor is mad but it must be crowded in there: Xavier; Sex; Azrael; and Skell, the ultimate destroyer. This is a well kept secret within the House. I don’t know how they have been able to contain this because it’s not like the Lord Emperor is a distant unapproachable figurehead. Within the Vampire Nation, those who do not truly know the Von Drachenfeld find him to be a sexual deviant. Four husbands, two wives, countless numbers of lovers and only five children. Truthfully, and that’s what you are my Love is my truth as I see it, I fell into the category that called his house a Harem.
I’m ashamed of myself now.
Love is a rare and precious thing in the world, be you Blood, Human or ultimate destruction. I might tease all the brotherhood, but I know the value of love. Sex and Cutie just burn up the oxygen around them when they are together, and I don’t mean in a sexual clinch. To find the other half of your soul and then to find it with another immortal. Some have all the luck. I haven’t met this Marcus and Azrael together as a couple but to listen to the children and the Loyal, they are a grand concert together. Melodic and filling each other’s spaces and silences. King Azrael is nothing like Sex. Which is strange.
How can I explain this, my Love? The brotherhood are entities unto themselves. Each other moves differently. They have little quirks that aren’t shared across the physical. Which, even though I just wrote it, is strange. Case in point. Azrael has no sense of humor but he does have a quick right cross. I couldn’t laugh off having my chimes rung. X’s imperials just said “Told You So” and left me laying there on the marble. Since Azrael is now King of the Lycan, maybe the Imperials belong to him now instead of Xavier. But I digress, Sex called me on my bluff and left me in serious sexual distress, again flat on my ass on the floor. “All talk, no follow through.” Not that I wouldn’t mind following through, but I liked my fingers just where they are and the number I was born with. Skell honestly scares the hell out of me. He is just intensity at it highest refinery. Lanseng, a Seer of the Collective given physical form acts like his lightening rod. All that power is directed to him. There is no telling what could happen if the Collective comes for that tall blue man. Well, if they did, it would be unleashing ultimate destruction on the world...and not just this one.
Then there is the crux of the brotherhood. Xavier.
I was not shown his best side at first. An act of mercy had turned on him and threatened all he held dear. The rock of his stability walked away. He was entitled to play pissy for a few months. I couldn’t see what had drawn so many to his household. Well, he just had the stuffing kicked out of him, he didn’t have to show me but...the Empress, The Lycan Regent, The Master of Master Assassins and even the Progenitor of the Species all circled around him. I didn’t see what they all did until his Armor walked in and out of his life a second time. Whatever the big brown Vampire did, reset the switch in the once and future Lord Emperor. Then I truly understood what the phrase cult of personality was. He was Xavier.
When he was in your company, he was with you. You didn’t have to vie for his attention. He gave his time willingly to his family. This just isn’t his triplets, his human son and his latest addition but the twelve wolves who were bequeathed to him as well as those who live under his roof. To Kain on his birthday, he gave the ultimate sacrifice – the 1957 Chevy Nomad. Gah, I wept when I saw that car. A showroom classic. Forget the fact that riding with X was like a game of Russian roulette, and that the vehicle had been modified with young vampire safety glass, it had been his pride and joy. The look of dumbfoundedness on Kain’s face was worth it. Along with the keys and ownership came a credit card to pay for the gas that the monster guzzled down. Not that I’m a car geek, but I think it gets like 2 miles to the gallon or something like that. Still, I think this was a good step to heal the break between them.
The two smallest puppies followed Xavier everywhere like attached tails. Azrael may be King but Xavier is Lord Alpha. He was their Daddy’s bestest friend and he took the time to make the little puppies welcome and feel loved. I walked into the entertainment room one day and just watched amused and a little dumbfounded myself as X laid out an old time video game floor mat out and hooked up the system. The older siblings were too busy for their little sisters so when they came sniffing up to their Lord Alpha and asked him to show them how to dance. Furry balls with stubby legs and bushy tails were set down on the red and blue arrows “Now we are going to learn how to shake what your mama gave you.” I couldn’t speak Lycan but I knew what laughter sounded like. Loyal came and went. The Lycan Seneschal came as well but he was easily dispatched back to the Den with instructions. Lia and Treska were the center of his world that afternoon.
That’s when I knew why everyone came to him. He did what was right. Xavier did what was right even though it might not be popular. It might not gain him anything. Doing what was right cost him his lover. Armor made Xavier. This is more than just turning him into a Vampire. It takes a strong love to stand in the shadows of a great one. It doesn’t matter if it’s a male or female, the silent partner has to be so much more. Cutie’s explanation fried my noodles but it made sense that it would take a special person to stand with the brotherhood. Personas. I don’t think that Marcus and Armor are like the brotherhood . I don’t think anyone is like the brotherhood.
Ah, my love. How foolish can I get? There are so many in line to love him. Now that he isn’t playing drunken slut, he is so charming. In the brief quiet times that he does get, sadness and sorrow hang off him like a funeral shroud. I was insulted at the time when Sex and Claudius approached me about being Xavier’s – as they put it, pinch hitter. Now, if he crooked his finger, I would come a running to his bed. I know that I would be nothing more to him than a bed warmer. A comfort pillow. His vampire will return to him. Everything I have gathered that Armor has done to the little Lord Emperor and for him screams true love.
My true love, I could love him. I could hold him in my arms. I could keep him safe with my magic but I am not that foolish to be second best and, Armor is another Master Assassin. Xavier may claim that he is free and easy of Armor Von Drachenfeld but everyone who cares for him knows it’s just bluff and bluster. Oh, I know Armor is coming back. I know that he is coming for the little Lord Emperor. I know enough not to be in the way of that steamroller...still, a little part of me wishes. But, I don’t have a death wish.
I’d forgotten the comfort you give me, my love. The simple scratching of pen to paper is soothing and allows me to gather my thoughts. I’m grateful Mother kept you safe and sent you to me. I wish everyone well. While I physically can’t return home, know that I love everyone and I miss them with all my being. We’ll chat again, my true love. This promise I will keep.
Hrypanleah
Former, Crown Prince of the Royal House of Selden
Ripley
Mage to the House of Von Drachenfeld