Clove : Book 4 of Lord Emperor Vampire Series
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Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
49
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22,355
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Category:
Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
49
Views:
22,355
Reviews:
795
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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.
Dear Diary
Prologue : Dear Diary
Two days ago…
I don’t know why you keep insisting I write in this damn journal everyday. I’m never going to tell you anything. I know you read it. You study it. You’re still trying to figure out what makes me tick. Can’t help you there, Orel Wessel. You stole my soul. I can’t tell you what I am when I can’t remember anything but waking up in a sterile room on a metal table five years ago. So I’ll write. I know the punishment you’ll hand out if I don’t. Go ahead and read it. Nothing here is going to help you. I know it’s not going to help me.
So…what did I do today? I got up, got showered and dressed and tripped over my hair-- yet again. I chopped it off at the back of my neck but it’ll be back after the next burn. Let’s see, I went to the cafeteria with the rest of the worker bees and sat off by myself. Nobody sits with me. You’ve seen the security tapes. I’m like a plague. I blow into a room and the room empties., or at least every one moves away.
Not out of hearing range though.
I kind of like that new name everyone is calling me under their breath. “White Demon of Death.” It’s a true statement. My hair is white, my flesh is pale, I am a demon and I bring death to those I am told to. That comes easily—the killing. Maybe it’s part and parcel with the whole fangs and blood gig. Vampire, Vamp, Gayboy, rumpraider, bloodsucker…this is a new one--Von Drachenfeld. That would explain the brand scar on my shoulder. You told me I was the house slave; the entertainment;, the oddling. That this mark was the sign of my slavery. They hated me that much that they permanently marked me for all of my long unnatural life. I don’t know what to believe. You tell so many lies based off a cornerstone of truth. After every burn, every other injury is healed but this mark remains. It’s pretty though.
Oh yeah, last session you were asking about my dreams. I usually don’t have any but last night….well let me tell you about last night. I was standing on a blackened stage under the light of a slight spot. Fire suddenly raged around me. It burnt to the sky. I could feel it, I could touch it. It was warm and comforting. The colors were bright and vibrant. My world was on fire, a blue clear burning flame and I basked in it.. Tell me what that means. You saw the security tapes, it woke me in a panic.
I didn’t get a shot today, so I assume that I’m out on a mission in the next few days. I want Coven. He should be moved in with me anyway. I’ve been a good little demon. You know my needs. It’s been two weeks since my last feeding, As for the other thing, Coven should have healed by now. I didn’t mean to hurt him, I was too long between sexual encounters. That can’t happen again. Give Coven to me permanently. You have made it clear that he is my leash and that my good behavior guarantees his safety. Move him in with me. I will keep on being your obedient little White Demon of Death.
Your pet,
Skell
Two days ago…
I don’t know why you keep insisting I write in this damn journal everyday. I’m never going to tell you anything. I know you read it. You study it. You’re still trying to figure out what makes me tick. Can’t help you there, Orel Wessel. You stole my soul. I can’t tell you what I am when I can’t remember anything but waking up in a sterile room on a metal table five years ago. So I’ll write. I know the punishment you’ll hand out if I don’t. Go ahead and read it. Nothing here is going to help you. I know it’s not going to help me.
So…what did I do today? I got up, got showered and dressed and tripped over my hair-- yet again. I chopped it off at the back of my neck but it’ll be back after the next burn. Let’s see, I went to the cafeteria with the rest of the worker bees and sat off by myself. Nobody sits with me. You’ve seen the security tapes. I’m like a plague. I blow into a room and the room empties., or at least every one moves away.
Not out of hearing range though.
I kind of like that new name everyone is calling me under their breath. “White Demon of Death.” It’s a true statement. My hair is white, my flesh is pale, I am a demon and I bring death to those I am told to. That comes easily—the killing. Maybe it’s part and parcel with the whole fangs and blood gig. Vampire, Vamp, Gayboy, rumpraider, bloodsucker…this is a new one--Von Drachenfeld. That would explain the brand scar on my shoulder. You told me I was the house slave; the entertainment;, the oddling. That this mark was the sign of my slavery. They hated me that much that they permanently marked me for all of my long unnatural life. I don’t know what to believe. You tell so many lies based off a cornerstone of truth. After every burn, every other injury is healed but this mark remains. It’s pretty though.
Oh yeah, last session you were asking about my dreams. I usually don’t have any but last night….well let me tell you about last night. I was standing on a blackened stage under the light of a slight spot. Fire suddenly raged around me. It burnt to the sky. I could feel it, I could touch it. It was warm and comforting. The colors were bright and vibrant. My world was on fire, a blue clear burning flame and I basked in it.. Tell me what that means. You saw the security tapes, it woke me in a panic.
I didn’t get a shot today, so I assume that I’m out on a mission in the next few days. I want Coven. He should be moved in with me anyway. I’ve been a good little demon. You know my needs. It’s been two weeks since my last feeding, As for the other thing, Coven should have healed by now. I didn’t mean to hurt him, I was too long between sexual encounters. That can’t happen again. Give Coven to me permanently. You have made it clear that he is my leash and that my good behavior guarantees his safety. Move him in with me. I will keep on being your obedient little White Demon of Death.
Your pet,
Skell