Vampyr

A/N: I took out the prologue because it wasnt very good at setting up the rest of my story. I didnt like it.

PLEASE NOTE:
Everyone has different views on Vampyr's. I have my own. If your views and interpretations are different than mine, then I really don't know what to do about it if you get upset about my interpretations.

This story will contain: violence, torture (not of the sexual kind), gore, Angst, D/s, Mind Control, and Vamp Sex.
If that bothers you, please don't read it. Thank you.
I hope you enjoy.


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Chapter 1


It is said that when you die, you go on to either heaven on hell to forever rest with your ancestors and friends. It is said that once you die -you die, and never come back. No one comes back. It is said that there are no such things as ghouls and monsters under your bed at night; no zombies are real and they do not spring from their graves in angry fits to feed on humans. The people in the village of Frieden know better than this -there are ghouls and monsters and things hidden in the night that will take no mercy on your soul.

A few miles away from Frieden, hidden deep within the forest, stands a structure no one dare to enter. The quiet and deadly reputation hindering uninvited guests into the forest and its realm -the reputation of people vanishing from existence, never to return to their families because of an evil that survives there. It is said that Vampyr’s dwell in the old Scholz Mansion hidden deep within the forest -they are to be feared and avoided at all costs. No one speaks of their existence, but it is known throughout the land; they are not a force to be reckoned with.

On nights like this, it certainly was no exception -cold, rainy and thoroughly nasty outside- it was the perfect weather for the hunt to begin. The ground was soft under stomping leather boots, as they made their way up a muddy trail, splashing the grime everywhere. A large fur coat bound around a figure tightly, as they held onto the front with one hand, the other gripping a victim’s leg tightly, dragging behind. The victim whimpered and groaned, but was ignored.

“Who-” the victim rasped, staring up at the forest canopy, “Who are you?”

The figure did not answer, but simply gripped the victims leg tighter, almost crushing their bone. The victim cried out in pain, desperately trying to grab onto the ground in some way. Nothing was working. The victim was very weak and all attempts to kick and flail around were useless. The figure knew this and gripped even tighter, grinning when a crack could be heard. The victim screamed in pain.

The leather boots made their way up steps, to the back door of the old Scholz Mansion. It was deadly cold inside, and smelled of death and age. The victim was dragged across the old dusty kitchen floor and thrown against the wall, where they stayed, shivering and crying.

“You had better quiet down before you wake my sister.” a cool feminine voice wafted through the kitchen, as the dark figure took of their large fur coat. “She is not as gracious as I.”

Her skin was milky white, her dark hair pulled back loosely in an exotic and tempting sort of way. A smear of mud was across her high cheekbone, but the victim wasn’t concerned with that. It was here eyes -so beautiful, yet so dangerously lit, it was terrifying. A charcoal gray color that the victim had never seen before. Her face was slightly gaunt looking, having light gray circles under her eyes, but it was apparent that when she was mortal, her beauty was magnificent. She was still beautiful.

“People will be looking for me -my father is a very wealthy man.” the victim whimpered.

The pale woman laughed, leaning down and grabbing the victim by their shoulders, “Such a pretty face.” she taunted, hoisting the victim up and crashing them against the wall. The victim shuddered in pain, “Yet such a simple mind.”

“Are you going to kill me?” the victim whispered.

The pale woman’s face was stern and very serious, as the victim dare to look directly into her eyes. She opened her mouth in a slight snarl, and drew her brows together as the victim watched in horror. The woman’s upper and lower canine teeth were elongating and sharpening with a deadly glint.

The victim had no time to scream, or cry, or beg for mercy. The woman quickly moved the victim’s head to the side, exposing their neck, and roughly bit down on the sweet artery that was never missed. The only thing that could be heard in the kitchen was a chocking sound erupting from the victim’s throat and the light humming coming from the woman as she feasted on her prey.

Blood dripped down the woman’s chin and spilled in droplets onto her chest, but that didn’t matter. There was always time for cleaning later. Once the victim’s heart was no longer beating, the woman tore away from them, groaning loudly in disgust. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand quickly and leaned back against the wall with a heavy sigh.

“How long has it been, Angelique?”

The woman, jerked her head towards the doorway, where her sister, Raine, stood, a sad expression on her face. “Three days.” Angelique answered with a heavy sigh.

Raine crossed her arms in front of her chest and sighed, her shoulder length black hair pushed back, out of her face. Raine was less gaunt looking that Angelique; her cheeks less hallow and no circles were under her black eyes. “You need to feed, sister.”

“I did feed.” Angelique spat, scrubbing her fingertips over her face. The dark circles were slowly disappearing, but a slight trace of them still remained. “You know I only feed when I have to.”

“You’re killing yourself.”

“There is nothing to kill! This…disease has already killed me, if you haven’t noticed, dear sister.” Angelique chuckled sarcastically. “I’m already dead.”

Raine sighed heavily and walked over to the victim’s remains. “Heard word of Shae?” she asked, pulling the victim by and arm easily and drug them over to the kitchen door. She paused and looked to Angelique, an eyebrow raised in question.

Angelique drew her brows together and shook her head in the no fashion slowly. She then cracked her neck and fingers in habit, easing some tension from her body. “I haven’t.”

“He’ll be alright. He always is.”

“I cannot take anymore of his disappearing acts, Raine!” Angelique spat, growing even more angry, “I am Sire! I made him what he is because…” she grunted in frustration and sat upon the kitchen dusty kitchen table. “How can I trust him, if he no longer trusts me?”

Raine softly smiled and started pulling the victim through the kitchen door. “When Shae looks at you, Angelique, I see life again. When he looks at you, there is no doubt in my mind that he loves you with all his being. He would go to the depths of hell and back for you, dear sister.”

Angelique quirked a brow and chuckled, “He did.” she reminded her sister.

“Oh, hush.” Raine rolled her eyes, continuing on her way of cleaning up Angelique’s mess. The kitchen door shut loudly behind Raine and Angelique was left alone once again.

Angelique slid off the kitchen table, and made her way to the courtyard that the old mansion was built around- it was her personal sanctuary of sorts. When she needed to think or be alone, Angelique could always be found there, sitting beside the broken, crumbling fountain -she always imagined that when the house was first built, the courtyard was beautiful and dreamt of sitting under the sun, next to a running fountain. Such things could never be -those were only dreams.

Sometimes, Angelique wished she were more like her sister, Raine. She wished that she could accept what she had been made into -a Vampyr, instead of feeling like it was a monstrous curse and a burden to hold until she rested forever. Many times, Angelique contemplated on knocking on the Devils door, and leaving everything behind, but did not have the courage to do so.

Rain-water was in the bottom of the fountain from the other night -Angelique looked to the water and scoffed at her reflection. She wished the old stories were true about Vampyr’s-that they could not see themselves in reflections.

“The dark Angel is troubled again?” the masculine voice was from above and curious.

“It has been six months,” Angelique shrugged, peering up to the veranda above her, where a man with shoulder length blond hair and the face of a fallen angel stood. “Julian, I grieve.” she whispered. “Ever since he was brought into the Soldiers of Kin, he has been more than a mystery to me.”

Julian leaned on the banister above, cocking his head to one side, “You are stronger today, but still so weak, Angelique.” he sighed, “Raine worries about you more and more each day.”

“There is nothing to worry about.”

“Why do you hate yourself so much, dear Angelique?” Julian asked, his voice low, “Why punish yourself for things you cannot control?”

Angelique sighed heavily and got up from the fountain, brushing her clothes off, “I’m going to bed early. Tell Raine I will see her tomorrow.”

The old spiral stairs creaked and groaned under Angelique as she walked up them. The weather over the years had been harsh on the metal and any day they were bound to fall apart. But they lead right up to her and Shae’s room, so she used them without hesitation. The stairs have never failed her thus far, so why would they now? Besides, she wasn’t heavy enough to do any serious damage.

Throwing open her bedroom door, Angelique groaned in frustration. Six months she had been without the love of her life, as old world thinking as it sounded. But it was true. Shae was everything she ever wanted and more -but ever since they recruited him into the Soldiers of Kin, he was more of an enigma than a partner. Yes it was a wonderful thing for him and just right too -truth be told, Shae Hayes was a powerhouse of brute strength and quicker than anything Angelique could have imagined once he was turned. But the secrets and the lies were more than she could handle -of course they had to do with the Kin, but sometimes, it was too much.

She was so lonely at night, without him. There was no one to hold and comfort her, there was no one to make her feel as Shae did. During the daylight was even worse -when they all were held up in the mansion with nothing to do, really. Sometimes Raine would go down to the basement to work, so Angelique generally kept upstairs in her room.

Angelique had counted the cracks and imperfections in her ceiling countless times, just trying to pass the moments. Forty-seven cracks were tainting the ceiling -she was positive of that; one of the walls in her sloped slightly at the top; six floor boards were damaged. The house was old -but not as old as her.

“Oh my love, why do you make me grieve for you, so?” Angelique sighed softly, laying on her bed gracefully. She didn’t bother taking her clothes off. There was no motivation.

She knew he was still well, she could feel his presence around her all the time, since she sired him -sometimes it was to much to bear. His constant presence only made her heart ache more for her love -that on top of her dramatics when it came to Shae- were making her seemingly crazy each and every day. She hated acting like a foolish little girl again, when it came to him, but she missed him so much, that it hurt all the time.

“Silly girl, you know better than to talk to yourself.”

Angelique whipped her head around, glaring at her bedroom doorway. Raine leaned in the frame, grinning, as usual -she smelled of blood and sex, a usual sent left over her body. A silver goblet rested in one of her hands, as she made her way towards her sister, taking long, slow steps.

Raine held the goblet up so Angelique could take it, “Drink up.” she whispered. “You need your strength for when Mr. Hayes returns.” a knowing look flashed in her eyes, teasing her sister.

“And when will that be, Rainetala?” Angelique snapped, taking the goblet out of her sisters hand gingerly and drank down the warm coppery blood. A tingle ran up and down her body as she felt a little stronger than before, making her shudder. “Please, do tell, if you know such things, because I am at wits end with this shite.”

Raine took the goblet from her sisters hands and set it on Angelique’s desk softly, “I cant imagine how hard it is for you, Angelique, but please have patience.” she sighed softly, “Julian saw that Shae will return in good health soon.” her voice was quiet.

Angelique drew her brows together while she crossed her arms in front of her chest, sighing heavily. “Have you heard from your Sire about The Evocation?” she asked, “I have no means on going to the ceremony -I will not take part in it.”

Raine lifted a brow, “You will not take part in the Evocation of the Savior?” she sounded surprised.

“Not when innocent blood will be shed on the Vampyr’s behalf.”

“Caleb will not be pleased with you, Angelique.” Raine said quietly, sitting on the edge of the desk.

Angelique cleared her throat and uncrossed her arms, letting them fall to her sides, “No, he will not, but he knows how I feel about these ceremonies. Why participate in something of which that I loathe?”

“Because this is who we are, Angelique!” Raine cried out, waving her arms in an angry manner, “You cant change it; we are who we are. We were made this way for a reason, and I’m sorry that you hate every single part of being this -I was once there, but I came to terms with my fate. I know who I am and I love what I have become! You cannot change the past -you are not a monster! You are Vampyr!”

“We killed everyone, Raine!” Angelique bit out, pacing around her room, “Our parents…everyone we cared for! If that is not a monster, then I do not know what is!”

Raine grabbed Angelique by her shoulders, gripping her tightly. “Listen to me, dear sister.” she whispered harshly, “What’s done is done. You cannot go back in time, believe me, Angelique, you need to let go! We were fledglings then -we did not know!”

The corners of Angelique’s mouth turned upwards in a small grin, “A fledgling is a young bird, Raine, not a young Vampyr.”

Raine drew her brows together sharply and a low growl was heard deep in her throat. “You always were a quick-witted snot.” she sneered, letting go of her sisters shoulders. “I will see you at dusk. Sleep well.”


Raine walked slowly back to her room she shared with her beloved, her sister’s wellbeing and happiness plaguing her mind. Angelique would never be happy; she would never come to terms with the beast she held within. Everything she did was with the quietest fury that Rain had every seen; she had always been quiet, even before they were turned, but now, she was almost a shell of what had been.

“Julian.” Rain called quietly, sitting on her bed.

“My love?” he answered, stepping out of their large closet, adorned with only dark silk sleeping pants. He loved them so much and constantly wore them around the mansion. One of his many quirks that Raine fell in love with.

“I fear for her existence.” Raine sighed softly, shaking her head, “And now she says she will not go to The Evocation.”

“She will.” Julian smiled softly. “She must. She knows this. Let time heal her before you try to.”

Raine drew her brows together sharply, “Time will not give her much longer, if she constantly deprives herself from feeding. She will become nothing more than a vegetable.”

“A turnip, perhaps?”

“Julian!” Raine snapped, trying to hold back her smile. There were only two people that could make her filled with mirth in times of despair: Julian and Angelique. “You know what I mean, please, have some compassion.”

Julian grinned, pushing his blond locks out of his face before advancing on Raine seductively, pushing her to the bed, “I have something better than compassion.” he said softly, his lips grazing her neck, laying himself on top of her. “I have a need for sleep.” he grinned, sliding off Raine’s body and slipping beneath the covers.

“You will burn one day, Julian.” Raine chuckled, trying to shake off his addictive pheromones.



Angelique woke with a start, her hands immediately flying to her chest as she sat up in her large bed. Someone was in the house -she felt their presence. Grabbing the dagger left on the side table, Angelique slowly worked her way through the blackened corridors carefully, making sure to avoid the slivers of sunlight that passed through the thick, heavy curtains. Her silk nightgown softly billowed behind her as she closed her eyes and pressed herself against a wall, feeling the energy of the house.

“No.” she gasped, eyes widening. Angelique dropped her dagger, hearing it slice through the wood floor with a heavy thump as crystal blue eyes loomed in front of her.

The man stood tall, his muscular build could have been portrayed as threatening…even terrifying. His short dark hair was matted with rain and sweat, the smell of whiskey lingering on his skin. He breathed heavily as he moved closer to her, a slight limp on his left leg. There was a gash on his hansom face, right below his right eye. Angelique didn’t think, she just reached out and touched his chest gently.

“Please tell me this is not another cruel dream.” she whispered softly, “Please tell me you are standing here, clear as anything.”

He sighed softly, and wrapped his arms around her, burying one hand in her thick hair, “Clear as crystal, my love.” his deep voice replied. He sounded tired, so very tired.

Angelique took Shae’s hand, leading him towards their room slowly. His footfalls were heavy with tired steps, his breathing still a little rough. She couldn’t believe that he had finally come back to her -Shae had come home after six months of being away from her. He stayed quiet next to her, focusing on not falling asleep right then and there -how long had it been since he slept? He needed to feed as well, she could tell.

“I’ll get something for that.” Angelique said softly, gesturing towards the gash on Shae’s face before leaving the room.

Shae sighed heavily, shrugging off the heavy, leather jacket he had worn since before he was reborn. His shirt was soaked with rain, sweat and blood -it would have to be thrown out, so he peeled that off too, revealing his toned form, his muscles tensing and bulging under his skin with every move -there were a few other gashes ad cuts over his chest and back. He had missed his Dark Angel so and hated that she could never know where he went until he returned.

“When did you return?”

Shae looked up to see Angelique coming back into their bedroom with a bowl of warm water, a handful of cloths and some thread. “Just as the sun came.” he replied quietly, “I wanted to surprise you.”

Angelique smiled softly, “Shae, my love…you forget you cannot sneak up on me. I know of anyone before they are.”

Shae chuckled deeply, framing her face with is large hands and peered into her eyes with intense heat. Gently, he pressed his lips to hers, taking in a large breath as to inhale her scent forever in his mind. He missed those sweet lips of hers. He missed her hair and her soft skin. Six months seemed like decades of being deprived of her charcoal eyes that he had become addicted to.

“I must fix you up.” Angelique whispered against his lips, gently pulling away.

“You can do that later, my love.”

Angelique shook her head, “These need to be tended to now, Shae.” she sighed softly, “Besides, I would like to hear of your long journey.” She began to clean and stitch up Shae’s wounds with the needle and thread -Angelique was pretty old fashioned like that, a reason Shae fell in love with her.

“I found the Book of Vetis.” he said after a while, a small grin on his lips.

Angelique’s brows shot up, “The Book of Vetis?” she said softly, “It has been missing for centuries. Where did you find it?”

A slow smirk formed on Shae’s lips, “Jolo Island.” he then winced while Angelique started stitching up a severe gash on his chest. They would all heal by the morning, but contrary to Vampyr Lore, unless you stitch up nasty wounds like Shae had, a Vampyr would develop horrendous scarring.

“The Philippines? How in the world did you figure that out?”

“The Council’s Library.” Shae gritted through his teeth from pain, “I spent two months hidden under damn books…trying to figure out where The Book of Vetis could be from different theories. Finally, I found a journal hidden within the other books. Someone had witnessed where The Book was hidden.” he grunted, “It was very hard to understand at first. They didn’t just come out and say it. All they wrote was a small island of fire near turtles, under the five mouthed brick, between the third and fourth brothers.”

Angelique hummed, listening intently as she finished off stitching up the gash. “Pretty vague.”

“Exactly.” Shae sighed, “So I looked through maps, and maps, since The Council refuses modern technology-”

“You poor soul.”

Shae nipped at Angelique’s jaw softly, “Hush, my love.” he chuckled, “I found the Turtle Islands. An island of fire? Jolo has lots of volcanoes. The five mouthed brick? The Spanish built a five gated brick wall there in the late 1800’s. Under the third and fourth gate, there is a large underground nesting area for our good friends, the Wolves.”

“You went in alone to a den of Wolves?” Angelique pulled back slightly, “Shae, you could have been killed.”

“I was on a mission and no Lycanthrope will get in my way or can take me down.” Shae said quietly, “I needed to get it back to get back home. They had been hiding it all this time, after their Surge of The Council.”

“And where is it now?”

“Safe. The Council needed it for The Evocation.”

“I decided not to go this time.” Angelique said softly, cleaning the wound on Shae’s face.

Shae drew his brows together, “Caleb will not be pleased.” he cleared his throat, holding Angelique by her hips.

Angelique glared harshly at Shae’s wound, “Yes well, Caleb is never pleased with me, is he? I’m the disappointment while the sun shine’s bloody well out of Raine’s arse.”

Shae smiled softly, “My love, your language.” he chuckled, “Caleb just wishes you to accept your fate. You will end up going, you always do.”

“What he wishes, is for me to be like him. A ruthless, killing Vampyr.”

“He wishes you to be happy, like any other father, for his daughter.” Shae replied softly, trailing his fingertips up Angelique’s sides slowly. “My Dark Angel, how I missed your flesh.” he then murmured, brushing his lips against Angelique’s collarbone.

Angelique couldn’t help but grin and place her hands on Shae’s shoulders, “Just my flesh, Mr. Hayes?” she chuckled.

Shae smirked, wrapping his arms around Angelique’s waist, and pulled her into his lap, “Your flesh…your mind…your eyes… shall I go on?”

Angelique bit her bottom lip, framing Shae’s face with her hands and pressed her lips to his with a heavy sigh, letting her mind go blank and just feel the softness of their kiss. Shae lay back on the bed, taking Angelique with him as he held her hips, grinning against her mouth with she ran her hands up, into his hair, softly mewing into their kiss. Angelique was almost afraid to let go of him, fearing it was all a dream. So she didn’t.


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