Chapter 8

AHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………………………………..
Nothing’s better than relaxing under the sun all by myself for once…. No Fera….. No mom….. Just me myself and I, the best company there could ever be…… I needed this………
“HAH-HAH-HAH…………… the prince………. Siting……. So good………..” (???)
And then she goes and ruins it by panting and mumbling unimportant stuff…… I mean really in what world are chairs supposed to pant and talk about how much they like being sat upon. None that I know of that’s for sure…… time to nip this in the bud before she ends up like the LAST chair…. I won’t be able to relax if she constantly trembles and moans in pleasure. Today’s supposed to be about relaxing and not having to DO anything, not another day to play with the servants and toys…………..
“Shwut Wup…..” (Alt)
“EEEEPPP! Right away my prince!” (chair)
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Muuuuuuuuuch better…….. Now where was I, oh yes relaxing under the faux-sun……..
It has been half a year since I had discovered my liiiiiiiittttttllllle sadistic quirk, but honestly I don’t really mind it anymore. Hell I don’t even need therapy anymore, who is even CAPABLE of telling me that what I’m doing is any way not the most perfect gift to anyone around me, who receives it…..
Everyone is SOOOOOO happy now. Including me. No more hungry stares, no more constant fears of being eaten in my sleep. Plus I can do pretty much anything I want, except leave past the palace grounds….. I tried that once, but mom just APPEARED OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE in front of me and led me back to my room with a lecture about how going outside is “DANGEROUS and WRONG.” She said I can go outside when I’m at least 300, but only when she’s with me.
The only things that I would complain about would be a few new habits Fera tends to do.
Firstly she just tends to collapse and start twitching like she is in pain sometimes, it never lasts long, but it seems to happen at random, and happens a LOT when she and mom are together for too long. The first time it happened almost scared me to death, I mean I thought she was dying……
Secondly she seems to be preying to me OUT FUCKING LOUD every night before going to sleep. At first it was creepy…… then I was flattered, nothing like a cute girl preying to you like a god every night to give a guy an ego boost…… now I think it might be the perfect way to test this Faith=Power thing Sally mentioned, ESPECIALLY since THAT popped up on the status…..
Open status.
{ Name: Altorus Phantus    [abilities] [THE LIST] }
{ Race: Vampeerus (Phantu)    [traits] }
{ Age: 2 years }
{ Faith: 1 }
{ Strength: 5 } { Dexterity: 70 } { Endurance: 10 } { Survivability: 300 }
{ Intelligence: 652 } { Wisdom: 274 } { Charm: 33,579 } { Leadership: 10 }
The fact faith is a FUCKING stat, and just APPEARED on my stat screen one night, makes me suspect it miiiiiiiiiiiiight be important. The only thing is I don’t think it increases very easily, I mean the 1 is obviously from Fera, but she seems to be getting more zealous by the day and it’s still just a 1.
I mean I can use people like fucking furniture and have them happily do BODILY HARM to THEMSELVES for no more than the reason that it might amuse me enough that they hear a giggle or a “Gwood jowb…” from me….. if THAT isn’t at the level of worship and blind faith I don’t know what is!!!!!!!
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……………… oh well it’s not like I can do much about it now…… I’ll have all eternity to figure this Shit out later no need to rush…. Time to just relax and not think about anyth-…………..
Suddenly I fell to the veranda’s floor. It hurt a bit, but this isn’t the first time my chairs collapse on me, after a few hours even the best of chairs end up giving way. That’s probably why my endurance has been increasing….
Well I guess this means I’ll have to punish her later…. I wonder if Fera still has the REALLY thin knives she showed me……
As I pushed up off the ground, I noticed the scent of what my mind processed as strawberry ice cream… A flavor I was never able to find in any of the blood bottles, and looked at where the scent was coming from.
My chair was dead, I’m fairly sure even vampires need their heads to survive, and there were two woman wearing full on black ninja suits. I couldn’t even make out their faces, but what was visible were the bigass DAGGERS they were holding.
I won’t lie when the one with the bloody dagger suddenly appeared behind me and held it to my throat, I started to cry a little. Empathic Acts ability or not, this was scary as fuck and I didn’t want to die.
“Don’t move little one we need you alive, and I wouldn’t want to cut anything important off something as cute as you… but I will if you force me to….” (ninja lady 1)
“Tillyasa stop your making him cry………” (ninja lady 2)
“Yanta have you gone stupid, so what if the brat cries a little? WOAH what’s wrong with you? Why are YOU  crying?……….. FUCK I don’t have time to figure out what’s wrong with you, if the intel’s right, and it has been so far, we need to leave now before the queen finishes her council.” (Tillyasa)
“Just…. J-just be careful o-ok? Don’t h-hurt him…” (Yanta)
Well at least the power of cute is working on ONE of them… maybe if I can give her the best EYES look I can she’ll stop DAGGER-HAPPY behind me from doing whatever it is that they came here to do……
“Fine I’ll just knock him out with a little Sleepweed ok? There he should be out soon now can we GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!!!” (Tillyasa)
Everything started to fade out for me. I tried to keep my eyes open, to fight off whatever drug they gave me, but apparently my blood only stops LETHAL poisons. Everything else is fair game…. And my body IS only two years old…. I faded out completely when we passed by the lesser servants quarters….


Tillyasa

  
I have no idea what happened to Yanta. One minute she was all: “It would be so much easier if we could just kill the bitch’s brat…. You think UNHARMED means we can just knock his ass out. I mean if the brats unconscious he can’t struggle right?” and then after I’m about to do just that she starts FUCKING crying and talking about not hurting the kid…………….. that’s not like Yan………… she’s always been able to keep better control of her emotions then I EVER could….. we must have tripped some type of protection ward when we entered the veranda…..
I looked over at my longtime partner and best friend as we walked through the hidden tunnel system, the one that ran through the bottom of the ENTIRE eastern territory and has been around since before the bitch was queen.
We have been friends since we were little. Practically grew up as sisters. Hell we first met each other before either of our first half centuries had come. And the way Yan was acting now IS. NOT. NORMAL!!!!!!!!
She kept looking at the kid I had tucked under my left arm, like she was worried he might be hurt or something. She was even fidgeting. Yan NEVER fidgets, seeing others do that drives her INSANE!!!!
We’ll HAVE to get her checked out by the contra-mage back at base…….. till then I have to get her to start moving faster, the intel said that Natasha’s senses were 1000 times better than a normal Vampeerus’, I do NOT want to be anywhere NEAR where the bitch could pick up our scent when she finds out her kid is missing. I have no intention of either Yan or I facing the “Black Death’s Smile” or the “Innocent Ice Assassin’s” wrath……………. I’d rather not die……………..
“Till….. you don’t think you gave him to much do you? I-I mean he isn’t even MOVING…….. oh no he’s just a little kid what if that KILLED him?!?!?!” (Yanta)
…………….FUCK what did they DO to Yan?!?! Where did my calm strategist go?!?! The girl who never bats an eye as she watches the horror in her victim’s eyes as they finally realize SHE betrayed THEM right before they die?!?!
We HAVE to fix this…. I’ll get the old Yanta back even if it means betraying the faction and getting the bitch queen to dispel this curse…….
“Don’t worry so much, if you want you can even watch over him when we put him in the cell… I have to have a talk with our con-mage anyway………” (Tillyasa)
She looked at me, and for a moment I could see a glimpse of my old Yan…. It looked like she was judging if what I was saying was true…. It took all my control to not react, but she eventually nodded, went back to worrying, and the spark was gone again….
We need to hurry…. If this curse becomes set in her and becomes permanent I doubt even the best contra-mages could dispel it…….. don’t worry Yan, I’ll fix you…….



Natasha

I looked at the body lying in a pool of blood missing its head. I felt cold. There was nothing else that could describe this feeling, but I remember it well.
This feeling was from the old days…
When hot, unthinking, passionate rage would get you and all you loved killed just as surely as if you killed them yourself….
It has been many centuries since I felt this… the last time is when I took my kingdom….
But someone has taken my son…. And now they and everyone they have ever known will understand why the Ancients still cower when they hear my name.
“Assassin… you will find any and all information floating around the underworld of my kingdom, and you will find it quickly. Do not return until you have.” (Natasha)
“Yes, Queen Natasha.” (Fera)
The assassin left faster than what I assume most would be able to perceive, but for me, especially as I am now, she was moving far too slow. I wanted her to finish this task instantly, I wanted to find my son now and make those that took him from me suffer….. But I had to be realistic. I couldn’t gather the information myself, I was to easily recognized, and if those that took Alt from me wanted him dead his corpse would lay next to this servants….
No they did this to get to me…….. probably some sort of fucking ploy to get me to step down as queen. Clever, if it was the only way to save Altorus I would do so without hesitation, but they seem to have drastically underestimated me……… and while I’m sure my little Alt can heal from anything they do to him I will make sure that they have no such luxury when I find them…..
I walked over to Alt’s bed, he moved from the crib last month, and held the sheets to my nose. I took in the scent that was so heavily absent from this room, for the first time in the past two years, Alt’s scent did not fill this place………
Then I gave a cold smile.
These younglings should remember their history. The last one to cross me so was an Ancestor, and Lizote had to gather his pieces so that she could burn them and get its screaming to stop….
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