He'd been alive for hundreds of years..... Hundreds of years making his world......
He was one of the Vampire Lords. One of the oldest left on this world. One of the few that hadn't gone mad with time. One with a reputation that was envied.
They kept a fine balance with the humans. Now in the light, the world knowing of them, they were legitimate. Were public. Went to events and mixed with humans. His businesses were successful and made plenty of money. Both human and Other flocked to them. He offered it all legally. And looked after his staff.
There was no reason not to. A lesson learned early. Look after your people and they looked after you.
He paid his taxes. Played the human game and stayed out of Other politics.
He had wealth and a large family. Picking his children with care. Back then, they were always at war. He needed warriors not uncontrollable nightmares. And learned from his own experience of being turned, to do it better. Men came to him for a number of reasons. And none of them, for immortality, for power, for dominance. If they did, he turned them away.
They would have all that just by him sharing his blood. They didn't need more. Madness was a very real outcome. Over the centuries that care paid off. He had none of the infighting other Vampire houses had. His men were loyal to him even when they reached maturity to no longer be bound to him. Few ever left him. And in the last 100 years, he'd made no one. He had no need to. And didn't follow the doctrine of old, of making more for the sake of it.
With a good soldier, you didn't need more fodder, you needed brains. Soldiers who saw, thought, considered what was happening and could deal with it.
But there were whisperings. Whisperings of change on the wind. Someone wanted his power, his money and territory. After the years of Revelation and no human mass murders they lived in peace. 15 years of peace to be precise. But someone had made a move. His people were being targeted and that he couldn't allow....
It only took one situation to ruin it all. One innocent lost. One finger pointed to him. He didn't want a war. But if they pushed him, he'd retaliate and be the Lord of old.....
The female was unusual. Her vibe different. He'd felt her before but not as strong as now. She was coming into her power, wasn't entirely human. Her power strange. But he knew who she was. He knew all the Other in his world and she was part of it even if she denied it.
Maybe she could be useful. A female in a world of male Vamps. Do the work his men could not do.....
Get him the answers he needed.....
Genre: Paranormal Romance
He was one of the Vampire Lords. One of the oldest left on this world. One of the few that hadn't gone mad with time. One with a reputation that was envied.
They kept a fine balance with the humans. Now in the light, the world knowing of them, they were legitimate. Were public. Went to events and mixed with humans. His businesses were successful and made plenty of money. Both human and Other flocked to them. He offered it all legally. And looked after his staff.
There was no reason not to. A lesson learned early. Look after your people and they looked after you.
He paid his taxes. Played the human game and stayed out of Other politics.
He had wealth and a large family. Picking his children with care. Back then, they were always at war. He needed warriors not uncontrollable nightmares. And learned from his own experience of being turned, to do it better. Men came to him for a number of reasons. And none of them, for immortality, for power, for dominance. If they did, he turned them away.
They would have all that just by him sharing his blood. They didn't need more. Madness was a very real outcome. Over the centuries that care paid off. He had none of the infighting other Vampire houses had. His men were loyal to him even when they reached maturity to no longer be bound to him. Few ever left him. And in the last 100 years, he'd made no one. He had no need to. And didn't follow the doctrine of old, of making more for the sake of it.
With a good soldier, you didn't need more fodder, you needed brains. Soldiers who saw, thought, considered what was happening and could deal with it.
But there were whisperings. Whisperings of change on the wind. Someone wanted his power, his money and territory. After the years of Revelation and no human mass murders they lived in peace. 15 years of peace to be precise. But someone had made a move. His people were being targeted and that he couldn't allow....
It only took one situation to ruin it all. One innocent lost. One finger pointed to him. He didn't want a war. But if they pushed him, he'd retaliate and be the Lord of old.....
The female was unusual. Her vibe different. He'd felt her before but not as strong as now. She was coming into her power, wasn't entirely human. Her power strange. But he knew who she was. He knew all the Other in his world and she was part of it even if she denied it.
Maybe she could be useful. A female in a world of male Vamps. Do the work his men could not do.....
Get him the answers he needed.....
Genre: Paranormal Romance