Carpe Noctem

[Tera]

Solo, contains mature content

Part 1


The sounds of carnal lust filled the room as her body rocked on his. Soon replaced by screams as her fingers dug into his supple skin, crimson flowing and mixing into the white satin as their climax built. It was then that a roar bellowed from her, covering the screams as she orgasmed, the bestial vocals silenced with but loving whimpers and gurgled breaths.

Had she breath, it would be lost with such exertion. But there was only a crimson grin, her skin tacky with his blood as if it were sweat. The vampress felt satisfied for one more night as she lay alone on the now red sheets of a loving bed. Her former entertainment lay drained on the floor like so many before him. Time was always a limit in summer, and even now the moon passed the point of midnight

The water of the bath steamed as she lay in it, her dead skin feeling it only as another feeling. No joy in warmth, no shiver in cold, no frostbite in Salvar. The flames of the many candles around her bounced about her eyes as she sponged her form clean of the beautiful vitae. Nay a spec would remain on her snow white skin after so many nights of experience.

Underwood had suffered since her arrival as the head of Imperial, but never a soul in the town would know who caused it. Only the wolves that would eventually clean the bones of her victims knew of her travesty upon such an unsuspecting village. Not since the great wendigo had torn through the town like a wildfire had such killing been rampant. Soon the town would grow weak, fearful for its own existence, and like so many places, help would come. Experienced help, vampire hunters who would know exactly what was happening.

Tera needed to be rid of this risk, to be rid of any risk of her own survival. Hell would have to wait another era for her, if she would allow her full death even then.

Survival...

She clothed herself and sat silently in the lamplight of her last kills home. The silence that money afforded was sometimes quite welcome. Here she could ponder on why she had been let back, why no one had come after her. Why death had treated her as near and equal.

Her eyes scanned the rather decent library that set in liviol shelves. Till one book caught her silver eyes.

Vampires.

It was a sweet and simple title, bound in fine red leather and as thick as twenty five gold pieces. Curiosity had existed, but nary had she really looked into it till this moment.

The immortal vampire

it began simply.

Is the most dangerous creature of the night to ever exist.

She liked the sound of it already.

Not for their viciousness of killing, nor for their ability to increase their numbers, or even their ability to create thralls and undead ghouls.

Ghouls? She had never known that she had such power of creation.

Their power is exponential and nigh impossible to match by any mortal. Draining the life of their victims and combining it into sheer raw power.

Raw power? She knew she was stronger, but even she had to admit that she was weak in comparison to some.

But because they have patience and all the time in the world to work towards their dark machinations.

Yeah, but what truly was her goal? It was then that she continued through the book, reading as no mortal could. Tales of vampires that came in the night and tormented small villages, of dead relatives rising from the grave to murder their families. So much that mirrored her now, and each ended in a way she didn't like. With the vampire being hunted and killed.

Till there was a single story that caught her interest. A story of a great lord that ruled his land even after death, instilling such fear in his people that none would dare even step outside at night. Survival for over a thousand years as a true master of undeath. Alas he died for a woman, having traveled far from his home for her, a reincarnation of his living love.

His only fault, his end. But either way, no matter the vampire, they are all arrogant. Tera was no different in this regard. She had no hang ups for anyone, there would be no great fall of grace for her. Not with such a plan as this.

[Tera]

A clock chimed in the hallway, only an hour and a half left till dawn. She shook her head as she thought about it, having never become so involved that she lost track of time. Standing she returned to the book shelf, pulling a few more books from the shelves. A moment of hesitation as she gazed at the body crumpled on the floor. Even though she knew that it would be likely overlooked, she could still not risk a whole horde of vampire hunters infesting her feeding grounds.

Her hand gripped a tall lamp next to the door way as she passed, turning only for a moment to hurl it against the wall, the flames spreading across the bed and walls with perfect speed, consuming the evidence of her transgression.

The fire raged like a great beacon in the night as she made her way through the forest towards home. Deep in her mind she smiled, the flames like some great symbolic metaphor.

Something like starting the tinder that will grow into a great, unstoppable fire.

-<-@ -<-@ -<-@ -<-@

Ruby fingernails jingled against the walls of her wine glass as her eyes, transfixed like those of a madman, scanned the words of the ancient hand written tomb. She sat in her usual chair, having brought it down to her chambers. Amidst a number of tall stacks of books that were of as many stories and research on vampires as winter could find.

“Tera...Mistress?” Winter said softly as she entered hidden chamber of her master, books from the estate's library brimming over her small arms.

The vampress stayed silent, too fixed to notice her familiar's words.

“Please Mistress, this is not like you< “ the exasperation in her words nearly that of a child in terror, “you haven't slept nor fed in four nights.”

With no response, the young thrall could only collapse at her master's feet. Her head laying on the soft leather bound leg of the vampire. Tears of panic ran from her eyes as she tightly held Tera's leg. A near silent moment of sobs passed before an ever welcome ice cold hand softly brushed back Winter's blonde hair.

The despair washed away as her master's gentle, yet strong fingers guided her head up to meet with those deep silver pools.

“Don't worry so much, love.” Tera's words were calm and as loving as anyone could ever hope for, “the future will be filled with such wonderful nights.”

A smile crossed Winter's lips as she thought of such wonders, only to have her body tingle with the gentle caresses of a vampire's hand. Then as she closed her eyes, ecstasy filled her as their lips joined in a long, soft kiss.

[Tera]

The single string of saliva that bridged their parting lips made Tera smile at her panting familiar.

“Mmm...Perhaps you're right,” her words were spoken softly as she set down the book, “I have been....working too hard”

Winter's eyes filled with joy as she watched her master like a puppy waiting for a tasty treat.

“burr, it's kind of cold in here, why don't you start a fire?” Tera said softly as she stood and stretched.

With a hop in her step, the familiar quickly lit a nice fire as Tera cleared the floor and tossed out a soft Salvarian winter cat fur. Laying softly on the side of her hip while being propped up by her arm. A soft pat before her brought Winter over, somewhat cautious, yet more than anxious for whatever her master had in store.

A soft grow grew from Tera's chest as she unzipped her jacket, causing Winter to shiver. Not from fear but from sheer love of her master's power. Once more an icy hand cradled Winter's face, holding her gently and with but the most slight of touch drew her forward into her master's waiting embrace.

Lips touched once more, but opened softly as they explored. Hands searched and caressed with the softest of touches, mimicking the warm fur beneath their bodies. Coats and shoes were cast aside as their bodies began to tangle within one another, Warmth of life lusting within the cold embrace of eternal death.

Light kisses fell on bare flesh as their fingers traced and gripped. Moans softly rose above the sound of the phonograph as more clothes were shed and cast to the distances. Little nips of the teeth let little drops of blood run from them both only to be caught by waiting tongues.

Their tongues and fingers tasted deeply of each other as growl was met with moan. Tera's sanguinely bestial lust being rivaled by the needing moans of her thrall. Both knew just where the other needed touching or kissing, just the right way to swirl their tongue, the best place to nip for the finest of moans.

A great roar and scream rolled through the forgotten passageways as they peaked together. Tangled they lay upon each other, the warmed body of the vampress under her heavily breathing familiar. Fingers still traced softly across their now moistened bodies.

One more deep kiss before words were once more spoken.

“mmm...I was definitely working too hard” Tera said as she gazed into the glazed eyes of her thrall, who could only nod from the pure exhaustion.

[Tera]

Wrapped in but a thin sheet, she sat reading once more, having moved next to the fireplace to watch over her thrall. The furs that their needs had been sated on wrapped around Winter, the fur conforming to her every curve. There was a content smile upon her face as she slept silently.

Smoke swirled from her cigar as she resumed her research. It was a few things that continued to come forth in the books that caught her eye more and more. Many of the more notable vampires had armies of the undead, ghouls created solely to carry out the vampire's will.

Curiosity continued to claw at the back of Tera's mind as she searched less for the stories and more for the how. There were minor speculations on it, ranging from simply draining the blood, to magic to even strange machinations and potions. It was in a dark tomb, written quite surprisingly by a witch hunter.

The vampire is capable of both turning and sexual procreation of their kind. The method of this is deeply ingrained into their very being as part of the devil's design. It is also through these methods that vampires can create minions. The Thrall, a mortal, sustained with youth and controlled on a deep level by the vampire, is created by the vampire giving their blood to a live mortal.

Yes, it was just as she had been told in Hell. She even tested it on her current thrall, who lay breathing softly at her feet.

The ghoul is created when the vampire drains the blood of their victim, then with but a mere drop or two upon the deceased person's pallet, are they given a most ghastly unlife. These shambling beasts are in truth very similar to a necromancer's zombies.

This was something she would have to test, there would be no other method about it. Tera took a long pull from her cig and put the book aside for a moment. The phonograph kicked off with a silent click that only momentarily took her attention. How to test the method seemed to be the question though she was unsure why it was.

Some anxiety about learning an ability one never knew they had. Creating more vampires was easy, creating a thrall was more a hassle but still a necessary evil. Her body ached with lethargy as a clock chimed somewhere above them.

“morning...” her words were soft and full of irritation as she looked up at the ceiling as if there were some window for her to watch the sun rise. Tossing the rest of her cig into the fireplace she bent low, scooping up Winter in her arms as she moved to her coffin, sliding in first she lay the still fur wrapped girl upon her before closing the lid.

[Tera]

Tera watched the gentle creature within her arms, having woken once again early from anticipation and opened the lid without waking the girl atop her. Winter was so warm against her cold skin, without the fur, the poor mortal would have probably caught a cold by now. Her fingers softly moved a bit of stray hair from the face of her familiar so that she could see the gentle features.

With a soft smile the sanguine let her leg slip between those of Winter, a soft moan escaped her life filled lips as she woke.

“Mmm...Tera...” she whispered as her small fingers caressed the vampires bare chest.

The vampress smiled as she petted her thrall's head slowly. Within moments they both rose, wrapped within the furs Winter quickly built a fire before clothing herself. Tera having already lit the many candles.

“Winter,” Tera broke the silence.

“yes mistress?” Winter replied.

“I'm going out tonight.”

a soft sigh of disappointment escaped the thrall's lips as she nodded “Yes mistress.”

-<-@

It didn't really matter who it was, they were just the first one she had come across. The teen was out late, probably just getting in from the bar or his courting. Either way it was his poor fate to have been in her path.

She struck hard and fast, not partaking of the usual pleasantries, the hunt or even mesmerism. His body convulsed under her as she drank, his arm had been broken in the attack and continued to flop against her. There it was, the last drop, she could feel it as it came on like a train from a tunnel. Sarovent had chastised her, taught her to never take the last drop. Always without reason, and always his law.

Now as the great power, which could only be defined as some kind of unexpected grand orgasm slammed into her body, nearly tearing her from the body with its power. Images and thoughts coursed through her mind, her body tensing and relaxing all at the same time. She knew, she simply knew everything this boy had known. Every skill he had seemed now like she had done it.

It was then as she stood, staring at his corpse as she still reeled that she could feel it, like a soft cooling of hot metal inside her. She had gain just a bit of strength, his strength.

A dark smile crested her lips as she gazed up in defiance to the sky. Everything she had been back in those days had new meaning, she was no longer just another vampire, just another creation of some god like elder vampire.

She was now the vampire Tera. Thoughts spread as she knew that the future was bright, like the sun she never watched. Hence forth she would continue to grow, to what end she cared not, but grow to that end either way.

After a few moments she calmed, knowing the next step was in need of testing. A soft bite to her thumb as she held his dead mouth open to receive the single drop of crimson.

Nothing.

Nothing happened. Disgusted she stood, kicking his side as she cursed. Her hopes had been dashed. But then as she turned away she felt a tingle, like a single guitar string being struck in the night. Turning back she watched as the body twitched in time with the tingle, creating a vicious smile across her face.

It stood, leaning forward with soft groans calling from within its lungs. She focused, as if it were simply another finger, she could feel this creature. Like a puppet she found the control of it simple, almost subconscious.