King Of Vampires
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,529
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Prologue
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Oh and just alittle tid bit // <- inside the characters mind the thought process if you will -> //
“By decree of the Hawthorne Coven, you Fredrick of Hawthorne,
first child of our Honorable King Phillip and late lady Adeale, have
been sentenced to death…” The crowd gasped and the low rumble of
whispers spread through out the coven.
“Why! So shortly after his mothers death hasn’t this coven gone through
enough tragedy!” shouted a few from the crowd.
"HE IS A MURDERER!” shouted the elder on the stage . The audience roared
in displeasure .
”He is the heir to the throne! The only son of the king!” yelled a woman
in the crowd.
“He killed the Queen! He admits it ! He also planned on killing our
beloved King! He is no son of this coven! He is a traitor!” Shouted the elder his fist slamming on the wooden podium.
The crowd grew silent and stared at the young prince who stood bound to a large tree trunk. He was rather young by vampire standards only a thousand years old , his feature were that of a twenty two year old. His eyes and hair the perfect shade of blood . His skin was a glistening white that looked cleaner then the fresh snow that he stood in. His body was slim and well toned. He was handsome, but deadly.
“I did kill her and I would of killed the old man too. Then I would of come after everyone one of you starting with your husbands and then the women and then …” His eyes fell on a four month old baby in a mothers arms he stared at the baby before finally looking to the horrified mother “Then of course the children. I would bathe in the blood!” the mother clung tighter to the baby crying softly. Phillip watched in disgust from the shadows of a huge, snow covered pine tree. Fredrick always seemed to hunger more for emotion then he did for blood. Phillip hated him for it too.
“Father!” shouted Fredrick from the stage causing Phillip to become the center of attention. “Father , it is great of you to join us here, for my execution!” shouted Fredrick “The one you demanded, you and your damn decrees, you never loved mother I don’t know why your so uptight about me killing her.” Phillip walked to his son” Come on daddy! She cheated on us, she hated you for making her that way. You know what the whence confessed as I took every ounce of her life. That I wasn’t even your child! You never consummated the marriage. She refused you on your wedding night. You had to take a whence your wedding night.” The crowd gasped, Phillip slapped his son hard across the face
“You know as much as I would like to say your not my son, I don’t get the pleasure so neither should you. You are my blood, you are your mothers blood, and you’re a disgrace to the kingdom and the coven, You betrayed everyone and that is death!” said Phillip grabbing a torch from the wall. Fredrick scream and started to cry. It was if his senses suddenly returned.
“Dad don’t do this ! Dad I am your son!” cried Fredrick, his red eyes staring into Phillips blue ones , Phillip halted for a moment staring at his son, Fredrick suddenly laughed “Foolish old geezer, you think I would sincerely beg you for my life? Kill me show the world what kind devil you are! ” Phillip stared at his son. The lost hope, the potential that would never become, and finally the fact he did carry his blood, that he was killing his child. The first human emotion he had felt since he was turned swept over him and looking away Phillip placed the flame onto Fredrick’s clothing before dropping it into the snow. Fredrick gave another piercing cry as he was engulfed in flames.
Phillip turned and faced his subjects they were either weeping silently, staring at the fire stone faced or some of the older vampires chanted a small prayer for the royal family’s soul. Phillip found this funny in some sad realization, The younger vampires lose there religion just to gain it back when they become elders and need something to believe in. Phillip motioned for them to dismiss and they did all heading toward the stone walls that surrounded the village and the large palace .
Phillip stared at the fire and the small gathering of bones . All that was left of his son. All that was left of his family. “What would you like us to do with the remains Sire?”
Phillip shook his head “ Leave them.” with that Phillip headed to the city, stopped and stared at the city “Patrick.” he said
The elder turned “yes sire?”
“Find me two humans, a male and female one, I need something to take away my anger.”
“Yes sire.” the elder nodding and vanishing.
Phillip smirked to himself // because sex then murder solves everything doesn’t it? //
All characters are mine don't steal!!
Comment and review
Oh and just alittle tid bit // <- inside the characters mind the thought process if you will -> //
“By decree of the Hawthorne Coven, you Fredrick of Hawthorne,
first child of our Honorable King Phillip and late lady Adeale, have
been sentenced to death…” The crowd gasped and the low rumble of
whispers spread through out the coven.
“Why! So shortly after his mothers death hasn’t this coven gone through
enough tragedy!” shouted a few from the crowd.
"HE IS A MURDERER!” shouted the elder on the stage . The audience roared
in displeasure .
”He is the heir to the throne! The only son of the king!” yelled a woman
in the crowd.
“He killed the Queen! He admits it ! He also planned on killing our
beloved King! He is no son of this coven! He is a traitor!” Shouted the elder his fist slamming on the wooden podium.
The crowd grew silent and stared at the young prince who stood bound to a large tree trunk. He was rather young by vampire standards only a thousand years old , his feature were that of a twenty two year old. His eyes and hair the perfect shade of blood . His skin was a glistening white that looked cleaner then the fresh snow that he stood in. His body was slim and well toned. He was handsome, but deadly.
“I did kill her and I would of killed the old man too. Then I would of come after everyone one of you starting with your husbands and then the women and then …” His eyes fell on a four month old baby in a mothers arms he stared at the baby before finally looking to the horrified mother “Then of course the children. I would bathe in the blood!” the mother clung tighter to the baby crying softly. Phillip watched in disgust from the shadows of a huge, snow covered pine tree. Fredrick always seemed to hunger more for emotion then he did for blood. Phillip hated him for it too.
“Father!” shouted Fredrick from the stage causing Phillip to become the center of attention. “Father , it is great of you to join us here, for my execution!” shouted Fredrick “The one you demanded, you and your damn decrees, you never loved mother I don’t know why your so uptight about me killing her.” Phillip walked to his son” Come on daddy! She cheated on us, she hated you for making her that way. You know what the whence confessed as I took every ounce of her life. That I wasn’t even your child! You never consummated the marriage. She refused you on your wedding night. You had to take a whence your wedding night.” The crowd gasped, Phillip slapped his son hard across the face
“You know as much as I would like to say your not my son, I don’t get the pleasure so neither should you. You are my blood, you are your mothers blood, and you’re a disgrace to the kingdom and the coven, You betrayed everyone and that is death!” said Phillip grabbing a torch from the wall. Fredrick scream and started to cry. It was if his senses suddenly returned.
“Dad don’t do this ! Dad I am your son!” cried Fredrick, his red eyes staring into Phillips blue ones , Phillip halted for a moment staring at his son, Fredrick suddenly laughed “Foolish old geezer, you think I would sincerely beg you for my life? Kill me show the world what kind devil you are! ” Phillip stared at his son. The lost hope, the potential that would never become, and finally the fact he did carry his blood, that he was killing his child. The first human emotion he had felt since he was turned swept over him and looking away Phillip placed the flame onto Fredrick’s clothing before dropping it into the snow. Fredrick gave another piercing cry as he was engulfed in flames.
Phillip turned and faced his subjects they were either weeping silently, staring at the fire stone faced or some of the older vampires chanted a small prayer for the royal family’s soul. Phillip found this funny in some sad realization, The younger vampires lose there religion just to gain it back when they become elders and need something to believe in. Phillip motioned for them to dismiss and they did all heading toward the stone walls that surrounded the village and the large palace .
Phillip stared at the fire and the small gathering of bones . All that was left of his son. All that was left of his family. “What would you like us to do with the remains Sire?”
Phillip shook his head “ Leave them.” with that Phillip headed to the city, stopped and stared at the city “Patrick.” he said
The elder turned “yes sire?”
“Find me two humans, a male and female one, I need something to take away my anger.”
“Yes sire.” the elder nodding and vanishing.
Phillip smirked to himself // because sex then murder solves everything doesn’t it? //