Chapter 1

It was a peaceful July evening as the sun’s rays nearly hid behind the vast mountain range in the distance. The sky filled with deep purples and blues. A cast of beautiful orange colors just behind the mountain peaks. The sun’s final ray shines just behind the mountain as the orange lights the dark purple and blue sky. Ambrose awoke as he noticed Alana was already up for the night. He pressed the touchscreen on the side of the pod as the top opened revealing the dark bedroom.

Ambrose’s eyes quickly pierced the darkness, noticing the bathroom door was slightly ajar. Reaching his hand out he got out of the pod and the lid sealed as he walked toward the bathroom. He noticed no light on, but it is not always a shock when you are a vampire.

“Alana?” Ambrose asked as he peeked into the bathroom and saw no one. “Hmmm...” he thought as he listened.

His eyes closed as all sounds around him slowly became minor. Using his ability and connection to his mother, Ambrose heard her footsteps, ever so lightly approaching the room. His eyes opened as he knew she was sneaking up on him. Alana opened the door fully to the room, exposing the dark room. Her eyes penetrated the darkness as if it was light and she analyzed the vacant room for Ambrose.

Ambrose watched his mother from the darkness as her violet eyes scanned for him. Using his vampiric power to hide and move in the darkness he attempted to sneak closer to her. Alana approached the pod where she then looked toward the tall black and gold trimmed dresser where Ambrose was just hiding.

She walked cautiously over as Ambrose jumped out and grabbed her, tumbling to the floor. He rolled over on top of her as he noticed her fangs out. Their eyes locked, each of them sharing the beautiful glowing violet eyes.

“Caught you,” he said as her fangs retracted.

“Here I thought I would get you first,” she said as he leaned in to steal a kiss.

Alana gave into the kiss as she ran her hand on his face. Ambrose brushed Alana’s silk robe aside exposing her breast as he kissed her neck. Her fangs extracted again as he moaned slightly feeling Ambrose’s hand creeping toward her pussy as his other hand grabs her breast.

It was not long before her robe fell off her body entirely as Ambrose’s now naked body pressed against her body, his cock resting against her pussy. She ran her hands down his smooth back as he bit her neck, her blood traveling fast down the hardwood of their bedroom. Alana moaned in passion as Ambrose slipped his hard cock inside her.

He continued sucking her blood, feeling her tight pussy wrapped around his cock. He stopped feeding on her as she held his face with her hands. He felt her fingernails press against his skin as he looked intently at her. He always loved her lips, how they formed a half smile each time she smiled. Her beautiful black hair spread out on the floor as he runs his hand down her cheek.

Alana pulls him in for a kiss as she feels her body tingle in a near orgasmic release. Ambrose continues to grind his cock deep inside her as she slams her fangs into his neck. Her body released in ecstasy as she came, feeling her sons thick cock pound her pussy. He moans in pleasure and pain as a stream of blood trails down his body and drips onto her breasts from his neck.

She sinks her fingernails into his back as they begin to levitate, Ambrose continued thrusting his cock deep inside her pussy as she comes again, squirting her come all over his cock and body. Ambrose moans as she deepens her fangs into his neck, he grabs onto her as he slams his cock into her, pumping his cum out of his hard cock deep inside her pussy.

“Breakfast?” He said chuckling as Alana grabbed her robe.

“After this ... I’d say it would be lunch now.” She replied as they prepared for their nightly meal.

Ambrose turned the light on as he turned Alana handed him his clothes.

“Thanks,” he said as she walked toward the bathroom.

She turned around and motioned him to follow her in a seductive manner. Ambrose followed her into the bathroom as she turned the shower on, the water hitting the cool floor of the walk-in shower. She stepped into the shower as Ambrose watched the hot water splash off her body. He followed his eyes up her legs and her breasts and met her eyes as she watched him.

“Are you going to watch or join?” She asked.

He did not hesitate further and joined her in the shower. He ran his hands down her wet body as she grabbed the shampoo. He took the shampoo from her and began to lather her hair. Massaging his hands on her head as she held her hands on the wall, he ran his hands down her hair and back up toward her head.

He turned her around to face him as he tilted her head slightly back, holding his hand to block any water and soap from her eyes, he rinsed her hair. She moved her head back and looked at him, he smiled and she also smiled. He kissed her passionately as she stepped back with him pressing himself into her. She felt the wall press against her back as Ambrose continued to kiss her.

After their shower, Ambrose walked out into the room and got dressed. After getting dressed he walked out of the room and proceeded down the corridor toward the spiral staircase that leads to the study. Approaching the black metallic staircase, Ambrose observed the large two-story window that overviewed the woods surrounding the mountainy area. He walked down the stairs noticing a book on the floor, just a few feet in front of a bookcase.

“Great. Do we have a ghost now?” He thought to himself as he grabbed the book, placing it back on the shelf.

As he approached the door he glanced toward his right and saw an old photo of him and his mother from the 1890s. He remembered the day the photo was taken and the last day he saw his sister, Aurora...

1892

“And ... done.” The photographer said as Alana and Ambrose was finally able to move.

“That took a bit longer than I thought,” Alana mentioned as the photographer got his stuff together.

“It will be beautiful though,” Ambrose replied as he kissed her.

The photographer mentioned the photo will be delivered personally by him when it was ready. Ambrose walked him to the foyer before he reached the door, the photographer felt the urge to stop and set the camera and stuff down on the table. He turned to face Ambrose.

“Can’t forget my snack,” he said as he pounced the photographer.

Ambrose’s fangs sunk into the photographer’s neck as he laid there on the floor in the foyer. Alana walked into the foyer just moments after as the photographer walked out the door.

“You fed on him, didn’t you?” she asked as he licked his lips.

“What gave me away,” he replied sarcastically.

“Everythin-” Alana attempted to say as their friend, Caroline opened the front door and shut it in a panic.

“What is it?” Ambrose asked.

“Your sister, she is at the cave ... She is trying to bring him back.” Caroline said.

“What!” Alana yelled as she ran out the door.

“She can’t bring him back ... The last time we barely survived.” Ambrose said as he caught up to Alana.

“I cannot believe she would be so stupid ... he is not her father anymore.” Alana responded as they used their vampiric power to form into mist as they moved fast to the cave.

Ambrose and Alana arrived outside the cave as they saw lightning flash over the dark sky.

“Let’s hope she didn’t succeed,” he said as Alana walked up toward the cave.

“If she did ... we would know.”

They walked into the cave seeing Aurora standing by the wall where he was imprisoned behind. Alana approached slowly as Aurora turned around holding an ancient vampiric dagger.

“Where did you get that?” Alana asked in shock.

“The Pugionem ex Inferos ... It took a while, but I finally found it.” Aurora responded as she watched Ambrose approach Alana.

“You’re foolish if you think this is wise. He will kill you!” Alana stated.

“You were foolish to imprison him ... He was right, we deserve to rule.” Aurora responded in a defensive manner.

“He was a maniac, Aurora! You know that his destructive behavior would have killed us all,” Ambrose said as he continued, “He will kill you faster than you can even attempt to mutter one word out of your treacherous mouth,” he finished.

“You are a mistake, Ambrose ... and he will correct you,” she said as she sliced her hand open with the dagger, her blood dripping on the rocks below her. She turned to place her hand on the wall as Alana screamed, “NO!” as she used her powers to take the dagger from Aurora’s hand and threw the dagger hitting her in the back, through the heart.

Aurora’s screams cracked the cave walls as her body began to combust into infernal flames.

“We have to get out of here before the cave collapses,” Ambrose said as he grabbed Alana’s hand, she seemed in shock as Aurora’s body ingulfed in flames.

They both escaped the cave as it collapsed. Some of the rocks rolled down the small hill just to the side of the cave as Alana stood watching the cave.

“You did what you had too...” Ambrose said as he held Alana close to him.

“We can’t let that monster out ... Not again.” She said as Ambrose in the present heard the words “Not again” echo in his head.

The Present

Ambrose looked away from the picture as he opened the door and walked into the sitting room. He sat down on the lounge and waited for Alana as she finished getting ready. He looked across the room at the aquarium wall that separated the sitting room from the indoor pool. The blue light from the aquarium lit the wall beside it as the glass door has a blue glow to it.

He heard the floor creek in the hall upstairs as Alana approached the spiral stairs. He stood up awaiting her to enter the room. The door opened as she walked into the room. Her curly long black hair caressed the side of her bare neck and just ever-so-slightly her hair covered the sides of her face. Her eyes stood out, with black eyeliner and dark purple eye shadow and bright red lipstick, that filled out her lips perfectly.

She wore the beautiful triple onyx and diamond necklace he bought her in the early 1970s. The necklace gracefully covered her breasts as she wore a tight black top that cropped down around the breasts with a beautiful thin gold line that followed around the neck of the top. She wore tight black leather pants and high black and gold trimmed heels.