Candy: Book 5 of the Lord Emperor Vampire Saga
folder
Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
47
Views:
19,139
Reviews:
551
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Category:
Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
47
Views:
19,139
Reviews:
551
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.
Candy: Book 5 of the Lord Emperor Vampire Saga
Season's Greetings!
Happy boxing day, I hope you enjoy the next installment of the Lord Emperor Vampire Saga. We shall see if this will be a bumpy a ride this time around. I'm currently editing Cake: Book One for publication. Right now up to Chapter 38 of 44, so I just might hit my goal date of Jan 1, 2008 to get this final draft to the publisher.
This may sound silly, but you know, I forgot some stuff that happened! Holy Moly. It was like revisiting an old friend.
Again, I need feedback to see if this is going in the right direction. The LOYAL hated the previous CLOVE prologue and it turned out to be right. I'm depending on your assistance again.
So...ON WITH THE SHOW.
_____________
eep at it already...I meant Wolfgang not Ike. Ike is an alpha. Duh.
_____________
Candy: Book 5 of the Lord Emperor Vampire Saga
By
Kiix
Prologue: The Coming of Age
What the hell can I say? Life is great? Life is good? Damn straight it is. I got my Sasha. X got Armor. Azrael got his violinist back. I can’t turn around without tripping over Lanseng. He’s worse than a houseful of Hellcats. Skell is more grounded with him around. Which is good, because little lost brother can be a handful. I thought I was bad in the beginning. My bad was just fucking something into submission. Skell kills it dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Scary little boy but as I said, he’s better with Lanseng around.
What the hell is that song? Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset. Thirteen years are gone in a blink. Time don’t mean much in the scheme of things for the Vampire but the human world changes quickly. X pissed Mom off big time. She had another heart attack about ten years ago and it put it her in the hospital. Dad came and asked us to do it. Liam stuck his nose in the way and told us not too. I think I punched him in the head. He’d interfered enough with my human family when I was growing up. So, late one night, X went in and sicced the Healing Light on her. She rewarded us with showing us the full fury of a Regent Hunter. She cleaned our clock while still wearing the backless hospital gown. Well aside from the crazy bitch of a great grandmother, I don’t fight women. She hasn’t spoken to us since -- the original vampire trinity. She’s there for the winglets and my nieces. Hell, she’s there for the puppies. She won’t give us the time of day. Skell she likes. So it’s easier just to send Skell with the kids when they visit.
I miss talking to her. Sixty-five was too young to almost die. Both Dad and Shayne thanked me but…it still hurt. It hurts still and that was ten years ago.
I miss the Imperials, too. Well the part of them that left. Damn, I miss Haley and Ping. I didn’t realize how much I liked them until they were gone. The puppies drained about half of the life out of Von Drachenfeld when they moved North to the Den. High Alpha Haley and Den Mother Ping. They moved on to better things. It felt like I lost a little brother and sister.
All wasn’t well out in Lycan Country. Britta the Elder basically set up the Northern Pack and ruled it with an iron paw for almost 600 years. The natural life span of a Lycan is about two hundred to two fifty. I say natural, not many make to Alphahood of seventy-five. The Lycan lifestyle is dangerous and deadly. Britta was a larger than life figure that even time couldn’t bring down until she is damned good and ready. And she ain’t ready yet. Britta declared Haley the heir. Ping was the chosen Den Mother and Arashi – no surprise there — the heir apparent. When Britta finally gasps her last, Haley was going to have a war of succession on his hands. At least he had the Female Imperials with him; they would keep the litters safe.
Yes, I said litters. There were on the fourth one now. I missed chasing roly poly puppies around. Get knocked to my knees, not so much. I still had the male Imperials. When given the choice of leaving with Haley, each of them exposed their brand. They belonged to my pod. X embarrassed us by blubbering like a little schoolgirl. Still, it was good to have them around…and Vladimir was able to stay with Claudia. They deserved to be happy.
I might have grandpups or mini winglets soon. I still don’t know what to feel about that and I’ve have thirteen years to prepare. I swear I just blinked and there they were all grown up: Raissa, Callia and Lex. My winglets. They were going to give me ulcers. Raissa. Dark intelligence and a carbon copy of her mother down to the arctic blue eyes. I had to chase the young vamps away. She didn’t have the time of day for them anyway. She is like Claudia – she was a caregiver. Only nineteen years old and she was taking over many of the charities Claudia had headed up. Ulcer number two was Callia. She was Shayne in vampire form. She beat off the boy vamps herself. She had proclaimed on her sixteenth birthday that she was joining the House of Assassins. That was one thing about my redheaded menace, she always followed through with her plans. I didn’t want her to follow in her Uncles’ footsteps but…Hades had nothing on her resolve. Then there was Alexander. We used to be buds. We could talk about anything and everything but lately…he’s gone sullen on me. This was probably payback for my cultivation of bastardness when I was human and growing up blind and fractured. He’s been hanging out with Jax and Wolfgang but I can’t get anything out him about what they are doing and I’m not about to be so intrusive as to mindfuck my own kid no matter how much I wanted to know what kind of trouble he was getting into. I have the Imperials following him around.
I’m fifty-four years old today. Who the hell would have thunk it? I’d take these years as a gift. I never thought I’d see thirty. Well, looking back on my life, I was doing everything I could not to see thirty.
Ah, there is Paul. Everything is ready in the boardroom.
We’re supposed to have a birthday party at Von Drachenfeld tonight. I hope Mom will come. I might be able to heal a broken heart but I couldn’t extend her life. Well I could, but I really wouldn’t want her hating me for all eternity. This ten year stint was bad enough. Gotta go.
Got my Glocks. Got my daggers. Time to kill someone.
* * *
Happy boxing day, I hope you enjoy the next installment of the Lord Emperor Vampire Saga. We shall see if this will be a bumpy a ride this time around. I'm currently editing Cake: Book One for publication. Right now up to Chapter 38 of 44, so I just might hit my goal date of Jan 1, 2008 to get this final draft to the publisher.
This may sound silly, but you know, I forgot some stuff that happened! Holy Moly. It was like revisiting an old friend.
Again, I need feedback to see if this is going in the right direction. The LOYAL hated the previous CLOVE prologue and it turned out to be right. I'm depending on your assistance again.
So...ON WITH THE SHOW.
_____________
eep at it already...I meant Wolfgang not Ike. Ike is an alpha. Duh.
_____________
Candy: Book 5 of the Lord Emperor Vampire Saga
By
Kiix
Prologue: The Coming of Age
What the hell can I say? Life is great? Life is good? Damn straight it is. I got my Sasha. X got Armor. Azrael got his violinist back. I can’t turn around without tripping over Lanseng. He’s worse than a houseful of Hellcats. Skell is more grounded with him around. Which is good, because little lost brother can be a handful. I thought I was bad in the beginning. My bad was just fucking something into submission. Skell kills it dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Scary little boy but as I said, he’s better with Lanseng around.
What the hell is that song? Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset. Thirteen years are gone in a blink. Time don’t mean much in the scheme of things for the Vampire but the human world changes quickly. X pissed Mom off big time. She had another heart attack about ten years ago and it put it her in the hospital. Dad came and asked us to do it. Liam stuck his nose in the way and told us not too. I think I punched him in the head. He’d interfered enough with my human family when I was growing up. So, late one night, X went in and sicced the Healing Light on her. She rewarded us with showing us the full fury of a Regent Hunter. She cleaned our clock while still wearing the backless hospital gown. Well aside from the crazy bitch of a great grandmother, I don’t fight women. She hasn’t spoken to us since -- the original vampire trinity. She’s there for the winglets and my nieces. Hell, she’s there for the puppies. She won’t give us the time of day. Skell she likes. So it’s easier just to send Skell with the kids when they visit.
I miss talking to her. Sixty-five was too young to almost die. Both Dad and Shayne thanked me but…it still hurt. It hurts still and that was ten years ago.
I miss the Imperials, too. Well the part of them that left. Damn, I miss Haley and Ping. I didn’t realize how much I liked them until they were gone. The puppies drained about half of the life out of Von Drachenfeld when they moved North to the Den. High Alpha Haley and Den Mother Ping. They moved on to better things. It felt like I lost a little brother and sister.
All wasn’t well out in Lycan Country. Britta the Elder basically set up the Northern Pack and ruled it with an iron paw for almost 600 years. The natural life span of a Lycan is about two hundred to two fifty. I say natural, not many make to Alphahood of seventy-five. The Lycan lifestyle is dangerous and deadly. Britta was a larger than life figure that even time couldn’t bring down until she is damned good and ready. And she ain’t ready yet. Britta declared Haley the heir. Ping was the chosen Den Mother and Arashi – no surprise there — the heir apparent. When Britta finally gasps her last, Haley was going to have a war of succession on his hands. At least he had the Female Imperials with him; they would keep the litters safe.
Yes, I said litters. There were on the fourth one now. I missed chasing roly poly puppies around. Get knocked to my knees, not so much. I still had the male Imperials. When given the choice of leaving with Haley, each of them exposed their brand. They belonged to my pod. X embarrassed us by blubbering like a little schoolgirl. Still, it was good to have them around…and Vladimir was able to stay with Claudia. They deserved to be happy.
I might have grandpups or mini winglets soon. I still don’t know what to feel about that and I’ve have thirteen years to prepare. I swear I just blinked and there they were all grown up: Raissa, Callia and Lex. My winglets. They were going to give me ulcers. Raissa. Dark intelligence and a carbon copy of her mother down to the arctic blue eyes. I had to chase the young vamps away. She didn’t have the time of day for them anyway. She is like Claudia – she was a caregiver. Only nineteen years old and she was taking over many of the charities Claudia had headed up. Ulcer number two was Callia. She was Shayne in vampire form. She beat off the boy vamps herself. She had proclaimed on her sixteenth birthday that she was joining the House of Assassins. That was one thing about my redheaded menace, she always followed through with her plans. I didn’t want her to follow in her Uncles’ footsteps but…Hades had nothing on her resolve. Then there was Alexander. We used to be buds. We could talk about anything and everything but lately…he’s gone sullen on me. This was probably payback for my cultivation of bastardness when I was human and growing up blind and fractured. He’s been hanging out with Jax and Wolfgang but I can’t get anything out him about what they are doing and I’m not about to be so intrusive as to mindfuck my own kid no matter how much I wanted to know what kind of trouble he was getting into. I have the Imperials following him around.
I’m fifty-four years old today. Who the hell would have thunk it? I’d take these years as a gift. I never thought I’d see thirty. Well, looking back on my life, I was doing everything I could not to see thirty.
Ah, there is Paul. Everything is ready in the boardroom.
We’re supposed to have a birthday party at Von Drachenfeld tonight. I hope Mom will come. I might be able to heal a broken heart but I couldn’t extend her life. Well I could, but I really wouldn’t want her hating me for all eternity. This ten year stint was bad enough. Gotta go.
Got my Glocks. Got my daggers. Time to kill someone.
* * *