Side story: the previous life of Feraisa Dragovich

My name is Feraisa Dragovich and I have lived for centuries.
My life’s path was decided at my birth ceremony where apparently the only one who approved my birth was a famous assassin known for his sense of righteousness. As my mother did not wish to raise a child that was looked on so unfavorably I was given to him for the price of a single blood slave, a used one at that.
For the next half century I lived, trained, and worked with my adoptive father. He taught me the ways of stealth,
deception, combat, and killing.
He told me I was a natural.
He also taught me of honor, true nobility, and sacrifice.
My father was a great man.
He died four days before my 57th year on a job for “the greater good”.
That was the day that I cried myself to sleep swearing not to end up dead for people I will never know or a cause I will  never understand.
The very next day I packed up all the valuables in the house, and anything that could be of use or have worth, and left my home to be a real assassin.
I took my father’s teachings, his tools, his very way of life… and I twisted it to my own purposes.
I used them to join a notorious assassin’s guild known for taking any type of job as long as the pay was good. I used them to rise in the ranks of the guild without sacrificing my dignity or chastity like the other girls. I used them to succeed where I thought my father had failed.
I used them to kill any and all who stood in the way of my future.
I used them in a way that would have made my father sick…
For countless years I did the dirty work of anyone who could afford my service.
Killing a Countess who slept with the wrong Duchess’ husband? Done.
Removing an irritating head competitor to a merchant’s maritime success? Easy.
Finding and silencing a bastard heir that is blackmailing a Baron? Not even a challenge.
Slaying the Queen of the eastern vampiric houses and her newborn prince-heir? That was where my life changed.

Everything was going smoothly. I had infiltrated the palace easily, all it took were a few coins and a smile. And had quickly inserted myself as a part of the working staff and servants.
I had gathered intelligence on my targets from the gossip of the people around me, and learned that the prince, while named Heir, was not of Queen Natasha’s bloodline. Despite that she seemed to care for him more than she did herself, running herself ragged and even skipping some of her duties to spend time with the child. She was acting like a mother, a rather inexperienced one at that.
I decided that the first target I should assassinate should be the child. Even with all his security all it would take is a few drops of potent untraceable Deathscry poison in the babiy’s blood bottle and the deed is done. Not only that it will also destroy Queen Natasha to learn of her new sons death, that is if she cares for at least half as much the rumors say she does, making my next job that much easier.
The thing all the noble types seem to forget is that no matter how secure you think you are if you need someone to prepare and bring your meals to you it is fairly easy to slip in something a bit… extra… somewhere in the process.
This is made even easier by the fact Natasha seemed despite to try new types of blood recipes all the time. Probably looking for the most nutritious one that also fit her new child’s taste as well…
Perhaps I could give the cook a simple suggestion, my father’s special recipe should be much to the child’s taste…

It has been 3 weeks since then and I have heard nothing of the prince falling sick, or suffering any other ill fate. I am beginning to lose patience with my plan to poison him. Apparently the child refuses to eat, and like the helplessly doting mother the Queen truly is, she does not force him to. As such I have decided to reevaluate my course of attack.
I have decided to strangle the child while he sleeps.

Tonight is the night.
I had finally found the magic crystal Queen Natasha uses to monitor the prince during that days cleaning and while cleaning his room with the other servants, all while the prince was with the Queen… she seems to not trust even the servants bound to her with him, smart… I made sure to brush up against it “accidently” and nock it just far enough out of alinement that his crib is now longer visible.
Silently sneaking back into the prince’s room I noticed an incredibly enticing aroma. Now I have been an assassin for as long as I can recall, and I have seen many traps that use the smell of good blood, usually virginal and fresh, but this… this was on a different level entirely.
I had trained myself to resist and conquer my desires to become a better more effective killing tool.
I had trained myself to never have any crippling interests in blood, sex, drugs, or anything else that could lead to addiction and dependence.
I was known as the Innocent Ice Assassin, capable of resisting any temptation and fooling even the best with my innocent looks.
I was helpless against THIS.
It was the prince, I could tell from the way the smell originated around him. I wasn’t sure if it was the smell of his blood, or just his natural scent but I wanted more.
I moved to his crib careful not to wake the child from his slumber, as babies are known to be loud when woken and that would spell only disaster. And gazed down at the boy. He was a cute baby sure, but that still wouldn’t stop me from killing him. I had done far worse over my career.
The longer I looked at him the more the desire grew, from a faint notion I couldn’t identify, to a need stronger than any
I had ever experienced. I NEEDED to taste his blood. I couldn’t fight it, because I didn’t want to.
The worst of temptations are the ones you create for yourself… I promised myself that a quick taste of his blood was all I would need. I was going to kill the child anyway why not let him be useful before he dies. With my skill I could easily slit a vein or artery painlessly without waking the child. And perhaps peacefully bleeding out in his sleep would be the kinder way to kill this innocent child.
Excuses all of them. Mere lies to comfort myself with the delusion that in that moment I was in control.
I wasn’t.
It started just as I said it would, a quick slice of the child’s wrist and he bled freely. I touched the blood, it was darker than the normal crimson, and if I didn’t know better I would have said it was black, but it smelled heavenly. Even the feeling of it on my skin was incredible. I licked the tip of my finger, I just wanted to taste it. Just once.
When I regained my senses I was mewling into the child’s wrist like some desperate Kalto junkie, and from the wetness of my soaked through crotch, had cum at least three times in the process. I was drinking of the boy like my life depended on this and this alone.
It scared me more than anything has to this day.
What scared me more was that I loved every moment of it.
I should have drained a baby of this size dry of all its blood quickly, hell I should have drained even the largest of men of all the blood in his and his family’s bodies.
But for some reason with this child there was always MORE… More blood. More bliss. More pleasure. Then more blood again.
I didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t stop. I was in ecstasy. Pure undiluted heaven was at my lips and it was letting me drink from it.
I am fairly sure I lost my mind to the pleasure at some point.
I know I stopped being an assassin.
I stopped being Feraisa Dragovich.
I was just pleasure that was allowed to be by the grace of this sleeping angel, who had not stirred even as I drank from him the equivalent of twenty men’s life’s-blood.
I stayed like that the whole night.
I think I might have mumbled that I loved the prince, among many other things, but I can’t be sure as the entire night is nothing more than a haze of ecstasy, bliss, and worship for me now…
Then as the day began to make itself known the prince shifted in his sleep and his wrist fell from my mouth.
I could have reached out to begin the whole experience once more. I could have taken his blood by force, or stolen him away by force. I could have just left and tried to put the entire night, the entire mission out of my mind.
I didn’t.
I got up, walked to the door, gave one last look at the angel resting in its crib, and went to find Queen Natasha as fast as I was able.
I didn’t care if I was caught anymore, I could only bring myself to care about one thing, and I had just left it behind in the hopes of being with it forever.

I found Natasha, she let me find her really. I had disabled twelve of her palace guards before this point. Disabled and not killed, because killing them would make my already ridiculously small chance in hell of pulling this off non-existent.
I bowed to her. I kowtowed to her. I placed my face to the very floor of the throne room and cried as I told her who I was, what I was sent to do, and what I now wanted.
Wanted more than my pride
More than my honor, what little had survived since my father’s death.
More than my very life and soul.
She wanted proof of my commitment. Of my loyalty.
She asked for the heads of the scum that ordered the angels demise, and the heads of my entire guild for accepting.
I agreed without hesitation.

They were all so easy to kill. So TRUSTING. The Innocent Ice Assassin would never betray a contract, and she would never fail. It was what I was known for, why I cost so much to hire. I was a guarantee.
So even after taking a month killing everyone in the guild and everyone intimately connected with it. Sometimes even forced to torture old friends and colleagues for information. Baroness Ressa was confident that she was well on her way to the throne when I showed up at the door of her estate.
She wore that confident expression even as I took her severed head to Queen Natasha.

Natasha wanted something else before I could see my angel again. She wanted me bound in the strongest magical oath a Vampeerus could give.
She wanted my blood seal, and I gave it to her.
She told me to never try to take the angel from her. I agreed.
She told me that if she ever thought I posed any sort of threat to her child that she would see me tortured to my death. I accepted that as reasonable response against harming the angel.
She told me she would go tell him about me and to wait outside the door. It took all of my considerable will power do so, and gave her a nod.
I heard her talking to him.
Then I heard her call for me to come in.
Then I saw him, and he was looking at me with those beautiful grey eyes.
I curtsied and greeted my angel, my new prince and master.
This was the day I formally met Altorus, and it was the best day of my long life…

Chapter 3

OHMYSALLY!!! OHMYSALLY!!!! OHMYSALLY!!!!!

I totally just moved mana outside my pinkie toe! Yes! FUCKING YES!!!!

I AM THE CHAMPIOOOOOON… AND I KEPT ON FIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHTTTTTIIIIINNNNGGGG TILL THE END… I AM THE CHAMPIOOOOOON… I SAID I AM THE CHAMPIOOOOOON… NOT A LOSER… CUZ I AM THE CHAMPIOOOOOON!!!!! OF THIS WORLD!!!!!!!

WHAT DO YOU MEAN HIATUS!!!!

yes thats right folks….. F.F.G is going on hiatus until i AaronDragon accomplish three mystic tasks…

  1. find a reliable editor who i can trust and depend on
  2. plot out a plot outline (ha! see what i did there?) of at least book one of F.F.G
  3. get some comments, and research for stuff on the bestiary… some comments with love for F.F.G wouldn’t hurt the writing mojo either, but still need to research…

Chapter 2

Ok… I’m a vampire… cool I can get behind that… vampires are badass right? Immortal hunter of the night, striking terror into the hearts of mortals at the mere mention of the name……… Even if garlic, sunlight, holy places, crosses, fire, decapitation, silver, moving water, and any sharp object through my heart will end this fun little adventure Sally sent me on…………………………
Fuck I am soooooooooooo screwed………………                        AND FOR THE LOVE OF SALLY WILL THESE PEOPLE STOP STARING AT ME LIKE I’M FUCKING BROWNIES ICED WITH GLITTER AND GRANDMA’S LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Even after they finished their… uh… meal, every one still shot glances at me like I was the last slice of pie at fat camp. Then there was Creepy Sexy Lady next to me who didn’t even notice the glass of blood placed in front of her.
She hasn’t broken off that stare she’s given me since we came into this room… actually now that I think about it I haven’t seen her even blink… that gives her another point in favor of the creepy side of her CREEPY/SEXY o’graph. Just ten more and I get a restraining order… and bodyguard.
“Tell me Cellafor Does this little one still have its father? I do not find anyone here that share his… unique… allure…” (Creepy/Sexy lady)
“Oh no, this little one’s father tried to leave when he found out I was expecting. Something about furthering the bloodline, or some nonsense like that… so I took care of him.” (PSYCHO-mom)
“Ah… yes that makes sense. I do believe that we should begin the traditional naming ceremony now.” (Creepy/Sexy lady)
“Very well my queen… I present to all of you my first-born, does any refute his birth?” (mom/Cellafor)
Mom stood up and walked to the middle of the room, then held me up as if I was some cartoon lion or something while everyone watched. I can see some drooling while looking at me, but no one says anything.
“Then I ask if any have a name noble and worthy enough for this little one?” (Cellafor)
“Dartus!” (???)
“Vladimar!” (???)
“Francisco!” (???)
“Mort!” (???)
Everyone starts calling out names, apparently the names that may become my own, and all the while Creepy/Sexy lady who apparently is the queen and the one who is REALLY in charge here… IS STILL STARING AT ME!!!
BY SALLY SHE HASN’T BLINKED FOR SIX MINUTES!!! That is NOT natural… Plus five creepy points!
“I like Mort…” (???)
“Yes a fine name for this little one.” (???)
“Francisco is still better, but Mort is good too I guess….” (???)
……………………………………………………………..NO IT’S NOT!!!!!!! FOR THE LOVE OF SALLY AND ANY/ALL OTHER GODS THAT HAVE POWER IN THIS WORLD DON’T LET THEM NAME ME FUCKING MORT!!!!!!!!!
“He shall be named Altorus… that is final.” (Creepy/Sexy Queen)
Creepy/Sexy…. Errrr…. The queen stood as she said this and began walking towards us. As she walked all other noises in the room seemed to have come to a quick and silent end. She walked with the grace I had noticed in all the Vampires around me, but not the servants with collars for some reason… only she did it BETTER. It looked like the Queen glided to where mom stood and I hung with the same ease I could count to 10,000, and after the Void and the Place-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named that is damn impressive…
“Cellafor, come this ceremony is over and I have matters I wish to discuss with you.” (Queen)
She just turned and left the hall with full confidence that mom would follow her. I looked back at the other Vamps still seated at the table, but it seems that they just easily accepted all this and moved on to talking, drinking, and giving me the GET IN MY BELLY! eyes…
Mom began following the queen out and looked down at me.
“Looks like Queen Natasha has taken a liking to you little one. To get a name personal from the Queen is an unimaginable honor! I’m so proud of you!” (Cellafor)
Ok… maybe I was to quick to judge Psycho…… I mean mom. She does seem to love me in her own weird… borderline cannibalistic… way, but all the vampires I have seen so far are like that so maybe that’s just a weird quirk of the race. I’ll give her another shot. We can move past her weird… TASTING… habits and start over. I’ll be the perfect son and she can teach me to rule the night, turn into animals and stuff, and drink blood from the source without it getting all over the place. You know, vampire family bonding stuff. Maybe this won’t be so bad…

 
I TAKE EVERYTHING BACK!!! THAT PSYCHO SOLD ME!!!!!!!! My own Mother SOLD my ass to the queen! Where was the Motherly bond! Where were all the protective instincts!!!
I am currently lying in my NEW crib, wrapped in my NEW covers, in my NEW room. I’m sure I would be much angrier, but this place is even better than my old room. It has everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, I could need from childhood to late teens, which I know from the queens not so misguided attempt of giving a tour to a one day old baby. There are more cabinets and dressers than I will ever use in my life, two closets filled with all types of clothes and three full length dressing mirrors each…
From which I learned that vampires do in fact have reflections, and even vampire monsters of the night are CUTE AS HELL as little babies. Go figure.
Then there is the bathroom, with the fully equipped large steam bath and more bathing essentials than I knew ever existed. Topped only by my full lounge area with fancy engraved sofas, long couches, tables and an open air veranda overlooking an underground city lit with some sort of fake magic sun…
Apparently not all types of vampires die in sunlight, some even need light to see, or moving water. More things I learned from the Queen’s tour and the awkward “Bonding-With-New-Mommy Bathy Time” thing she did with me… it was the MOST embarrassing thing that has happened to me… EVER… she wouldn’t even stop when I started crying, in fact I think it made her try harder…
And lastly the bedroom with a full king sized bed that is Fluffier than anything I could’ve ever imagined sleeping on could be. Oh and the Viewing crystal that just kinda floats against the far wall and I assume from the Queen’s explanation is some sort of magical version of T.V.
All in all it’s a VAST improvement over my last room, but I can’t DO anything with ANY of this stuff since I am JUST THREE DAYS OLD!!!! This is like torture… show them all they COULD have but then have them UNABLE TO DO ANYTHING WITH IT while keeping it all within view.
At least the queen is better than mom… she hasn’t once tried to eat, lick, or otherwise molest me… exempting the Bath-Time incidents… so there’s that. Although the constant I-AM-YOUR-MOTHER-NOW-SO-LOVE-ME-AS-MUCH-AS-I-LOVE-YOU!!!! conditioning stuff she is doing TO A NEWBORN is beyond weird in a whole new way. She is seriously trying to hard with this, and I think there’s some type of magic camera or something in here she uses to watch me… I almost lost my cool when she talked about how cute I looked while I slept… I am beginning to think this whole “understanding speech while still a baby” is actually a curse…
But all that doesn’t matter now as I can finally practice feeling for my mana, and then using my powers, and then using magic, and THEN… CONCOURING THIS WORLD MUEHAHAHAHAHA…. But seriously I think I will need magic to just SURVIVE and explore this world, I mean who doesn’t want to go on an adventure journey in a new world right? That goes triple for an immortal fiend of the night.

  
I concentrated really hard and moved my conscious into the inner-mind I found when I was doing math in the Void. I looked for any of this so called ENERGY Sally oh so vaguely described to me.
And I looked…
And looked…
And looked…
Then I got bored and went to sleep…
Then the Queen came in and told me all about her day of ruling the eastern vampire houses, all while continuing Bath-Time-Embarrassment-Hell…
Then I went back to looking…
And looking…
Then imaging Sally’s screen going all blue-screen-of-death for not giving more details…
Then more looking…
And after the eternity that is a day and a half I found it…
My mana was hard to describe, it felt warm and cold at the same time, but strangely comfortable. Also for some reason it felt… well… it felt dark grey, like clouds just before a heavy rain. There wasn’t a whole lot of it, but I started to move it around inside my body anyway.
At first it was really hard and moved SUPER slow, but after two days it moved at a decent speed and seemed to almost move in pathways all by itself. Never one to go against the flow of my own body I stuck to those pathway things and things took off from there.
After a month or so, it got to the point my mana moved at a fast speed constantly and automatically through the pathways, so I tried to pull some out of my body to use…
And tried again…
And again…
Again and again and again…
Then I gave it a day and practiced doing baby stuff, you know giggling at nothing and putting limbs into my mouth for no real reason. It seemed to make the Queen happy and kill off any suspicions she may have about me so there is that…
Then back to trying to pull out mana…
More attempts…
Imagining coding a virus to infect Sally’s Screen to only display Star Wars quotes…
More trying…

And things went on like that for five months…