Respect

"Father!" Ray said bursting into the throne room, it was now quiet, the ball over, all that remained was servants to clean up.

"You still high off that wolfblood son?"

"No! You told me to stay away from Sara, and I did, but she came and offered me her neck"

"And did you drink?"

"You told me I'll be exiled!"

"Not if she offers, if she so much as wink the idea that you forced her neck, then that's exile"

Ray was still rattled up, that blood, he wanted it so badly, but Sara clearly doesn't understand what he meant by 'killing her'

"Dad..."

Victor frowned and sat forward on his chair "You are severely bothered calling me that?"

"I will kill her... She will die by my fangs"

"Are you sure? She offered her neck to me once and when she felt it was too much she effortlessly shunted me away"

"You!?"

"Yes..." Victor smiled at him "Next time drown yourself in it, it's not the amount you take, but the amount she doesn't allow you to take that makes her blood that much more sweet"

"We are vampires, not monsters"

"Tell that to the humans boy"

Ray didn't know what to make of it, he felt deep in him this will end in disaster, he knew his own strength, and never as any of his victims ever managed to just 'Shunt' him away, when excessive thirst drowns him he had this primal rage about him when he feeds, and fears one day that will be his downfall.

"If I kill Sara?"

"I'd she offered her neck, then that was her fate"

Ray turned to the staff cleaning the floors, all beautifull human women, here and there a man, Victor didn't like biting into the neck of a man, and Mishka never bit another woman, they liked the blood of opposite gender.

"You!" He pointed at a servant girl sweeping the floor.

"Yes my lord?" She asked.

"Come with me" He ordered and left, the girl trotted behind him quickly.

He entered his room and stood aside, allowing her to enter, she had a slight excitement about her.

"You know why I called you?" He asked closing the door as his fangs grew, but she was already loosening her maids braid, tucked her miads dress around her collar and unbuttoned it, exposing herself compeately from the shoulders to the navel, only her lingerie sat snug on her bust.

"Why do you accept this so easily?" He asked feeling his fangs now lengthened fully.

"It is both a pleasure and an honor to be of service to you my lord" She said, Ray could hear her breathing picked up as he took her by her shoulders.

"You do not fear me?"

"No, in your castle no servant has died by the bites of our lords and Mistresses, in fact, the feeling we get from your bite is like ecstacy"

Ray was pushing her until her back met the cold stone wall, she peeped at the sudden feel and looked into his eyes, now red she was taught this is a sign a vampire is craving blood, to a possible extent that he might be dangerous.

She took his face in her hands, then guided him to her neck "You are your father's son, I know you have control over your thirst... Be gentle with me my lord"

Ray wanted to slam his fangs into her, but her words slowed him down, he came in easily and pricked her neck, the warmth flowed over his fangs and into his mouth, flooding his taste receptors, making him suck at the nectar and she heaved a gasp.

It felt normal, this he could taste was not wolf blood, he drank his fill and drew his fangs out, she sighed trembling, he felt her get heavy in his arms, with the little strength she had left she lifted a hand and brought it around his neck "Make love to me"

"I'm not in the mood" He said and picked her up.

"The feeling, of losing blood that quickly, but not dying, that's is the ecstasy, I am practically at your mercy my lord, my body has pins in needles all over... Please, the warmth of the embrace, let me keep you warm tonight"

Ray felt a stir in his loins, somehow the way she asked it aroused him.

"What is your name?"

"Annette" She answered.

"Then so be it" He said "Annette, you are not in service to the palace tonight, you may serve me in person"

She smiled as he placed her on his bed, then climbed in between her legs as she spread them.

'The warmth of the embrace' Ray remembers how she asked it as he made love to her "Where did you learn that phrase?" He whispered in her ear.

"Which phrase, my lord" She said between lustful sigh's.

"The warmth, of the embrace?"

"It's merely what we as women gossip among eachother, words we can use to better seduce a man"

Ray stopped his movement and she opened her yes "My lord?"

"Nothing" He said and got up.

"But!? I'm not finished!?" She said disappointed.

"I'm sorry Annette, it seems I truly was not in the mood for love"

She sighed and got into her dress again, still shaking and off balance from the bite, when she made herself proper she turned and tipped her dress to him formally "Glad to be if service my lord"

"Next time..." He said and she stopped at the door.

"My lord?"

"Forgive me Annette, next time I will make the night more special for you, I realise even if I am what you consider a lord, I still need to respect you, so, next time"

Annette nodded and left with a smile.

Respect? Considering human years, thats what he'd relate it to, he was only 18... The warmth if the embrace was a powerful term, a strong sentence that made him shiver, Annette was probably way older than him, and she had a lot of experience.

He got his shirt back on and buttoned it up, he's not being shy, it's disrespectful towards her, Ray respected all life, and that woman deserved a good man, he wasn't that, not to her.

He walked to his window and looked out over the kingdom, the moon just started rising, somewhere out there a werewolf pack was probably setting off to hunt... How exciting that sounded.