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As I had stated earlier, Ankh-Re did not call me the following day...he did not call me the day after that. As a matter of fact, I did not hear from him for a week. I called his home and his cell and left several messages. It was on the eighth day of non-communication that I decided to have Stanley drive me to his loft. Right as I was walking through my front doors, my cell rang.
"Hello Isis." It was Ankh-Re.
"Hello! I was just on my way out the door to come over to your place as I have not heard from you in over a week!" I was angry, yet relieved to hear his voice.
"I'm so sorry, love. I was just so tired. As a matter of fact, I was quite depressed...a new emotion for me, that I don't care for, that's for sure" he replied.
"How are you now?" I asked.
"Sleepy now. A few days ago, I had a lot of energy. I was really hyped up, like I was on coke or something. I found myself wandering the streets, sometimes not remembering how I got from point A to point B. Last night, I woke up on the floor in the entryway, with blood all over me..."
While Ankh-Re talked, I felt a huge weight upon my chest. Dread slowly crept up my spine to the hairs at the base of my neck. As David and Robert would say...this shit ain't over. Not by a long shot.
"...but I'm okay today - just tired" Ankh-Re continued. "There was nothing in the local papers of any murders or malicious mayhem, so I guess I'm in the clear. I'd sure like to see you though. Could you come over tomorrow evening?" he asked.
"Of course" I said.
"Great...see you then, my love." The line went dead.
Yes my love - I will come to you tomorrow, I thought. And I will also bring along the Lariat of Horus.
With the exception of not hearing back from Ankh-Re, I was happy to be home. As soon as I got in, I took a long hot shower, then I slept for almost 24 hours. As usual, Anna clucked over me like a mother hen - and I enjoyed every minute of it.
I leafed through my volume of Shakespeare's plays; I sketched a drawing of Ankh-Re; I played with my cats...it felt so good to be home!
I even spent some time conversing with everyone in my household to improve my English. They laughed yet pushed me to use contractions, which was not as hard as I once thought it would be. Do not - don't. Cannot - can't. They are - they're.
I will surprise Ankh-Re with my skills the next time I talk to him face-to-face. I think that I already have the swearing down...ha ha!
I am so happy that Ankh-Re lives...I praise the Gods!
"What the fuck was that?" I hissed. Ankh-Re shook his head as he walked over to a full-length free standing mirror. He emitted a loud gasp when he saw his reflection. I watched him raise his right hand to his lips, which were slightly swollen from his frenzied feeding. He ran his index finger over his canine teeth and sighed. Looking at me through the mirror, he asked "Is the woman alright?"
"She will live, if that is what you are really asking" I replied.
Ankh-Re turned towards me. On his face was a look of such abject shame and sorrow that my anger and disgust disintegrated.
With downcast eyes, he asked me to address the council members, while he cleaned himself up. He went into the master bathroom and turned on the shower. I stood for a moment, surveying the bedroom, looking at the bed's bloody disarray. I then walked out, closing the door behind me.
When I stepped into the great room, I noticed that David and Robert were not present.
"Where are my donors?" I asked out loud.
'They are sleeping in one of the other bedrooms" replied Lord Bekan. I nodded. Before I got my next question out, the Queen stated "The woman is in another bedroom, being attended by Lady Sirara and Lord Kratos."
I thanked the Queen and gave a sigh of relief.
I found the blonde man in the alcove asleep, wrapped in the arms of Lady Anala. I went into the bedroom where David and Robert were. They were sprawled out across the top of the bed, in a deep sleep. Good, I thought. Everyone is alright - for the most part.
It was an hour before Ankh-Re emerged from the bedroom. He wore a simple long-sleeved black silk shirt and pants. His damp hair streamed down his back. I noticed that he was barefoot. He glanced at everyone present in the great room, clasping his hands in front of his chest, like a penitent.
"Your Majesty...fellow council members..." he began. "First of all, I want to thank you all for saving my life. Secondly, I want to apologize for my ghastly behavior." Ankh-Re took a deep breath while making eye contact with each master vampire present.
"Lady Sirara...Lord Kratos...Lady Anala...please believe me when I say that I will do whatever it takes to make amends for harming your donors. I am so sorry..."
Lady Anala emerged from the alcove, and held up her hand. "Lord Ankh-Re - my donor Martin gets rough treatment from me, and he is fine." There was some telepathic communication between she and Ankh-Re. Ankh-Re nodded, then lowered his head in embarrassment, no doubt replaying his handling of Martin in his mind...and then there was something else in the telepathy that I was determined to find out later on...
Lady Sirara and Lord Kratos glared at Ankh-Re. It was obvious that they were still angry with him for his treatment of their donor.
"I was so hungry..." Ankh-Re's voiced cracked.
I suggested that Ankh-Re take Sirara and Kratos to another room to try to work things out privately. I noticed the Queen nodding her approval.
When the three of them finally returned to the great room, Sirara and Kratos appeared less agitated.
After sunset, the council members gathered up their donors and belongings to go their separate ways. Lady Ma-zu and Lord Sebastian hugged Ankh-Re and I before departing. While David and Robert still slept, I was left with Ankh-Re. We stretched out on two of the sofas.
"Talk to me" I said.
"I don't know what to say" replied Ankh-Re. He dragged a hand over his face. He appeared tired...and somewhat defeated.
"What did Anala want from you?' I asked point blank.
"What do you think?" he answered, while shaking his head.
I felt a muscle twitch along my jaw. "Will you do it?" I asked, trying to maintain some calmness in my voice.
"I don't know...if it will help patch things up, then..." his voice trailed off into silence.
As I could not bear to think of that bitch rolling around in the bed with Ankh-Re, I changed the subject.
"You know" I finally said "Everyone knows that you were not yourself...hopefully you are well-sated now?"
Ankh-Re looked at me with a bleak look in his eyes. "I'm okay right now" he mumbled. I noticed that his hands were trembling.
"Are you sure, Ankh-Re?" I asked. "I could stay as long as you like."
He looked at me and forced a smile. "Woman - you've done so much for me already. Why don't you go home, get some rest, and enjoy your home."
I gazed at his face for a long time, trying to read him, as his mind was completely blocked.
'Well - if you are sure" I finally said.
Ankh-Re nodded. "I'll have Tony take you and the guys home." He reached for a nearby phone, and dialed a number. "Hey Tony - could you please take Isis and her donors home? Okay - thanks."
"Where is Tony?" I asked.
"He has a basement apartment below this loft" Ankh-Re replied.
"Oh" I said. I did not realize how huge Ankh-Re's property was.
I woke up David and Robert. As they sleepily piled into the back of the Dusenberg for home, Ankh-Re gave me a gentle hug, saying that he would call me the following day. I nodded, not saying anything.
Anthony rearranged my luggage - which never left the trunk - and placed my case of powders and herbs next to them. I put the Lariat of Horus in my purse, praying that I would not need it again for Ankh-Re.
As the car pulled out of the lot, I turned to look at Ankh-Re, who stood on the sidewalk with his hands in his pants pockets. He gave a small nod, then turned to go back inside.
I received a brief telepathic communication from him.
I was amazed at how quickly the other master vampires gathered up donors, considering that their main residences - and donors - were scattered around the globe. It became apparent to me that most of them also maintained donors in various cities - and the San Francisco Bay Area was one of those places. My donor list of three was paltry in comparison to those of the other master vampires. When I called home and requested that David and Robert donate blood, they did not balk, which pleased me very much. Although I decided not to call upon Daniel, I knew that he would not refuse me either.
Anyway - as dawn approached, rented cars and taxis pulled up to Ankh-Re’s loft. Since the front door to the loft opened and closed with each donor’s arrival, the nightstalkers gathered in the relative darkness of the alcove that showcased the Warhol triptych, to avoid the approaching sunlight.
Ankh-Re began to look normal as he slept. I placed a hand on his chest, and felt his strong heartbeat. He opened his eyes slowly, and it took a few seconds before he found his bearings and focused on my face.
“Isis” he whispered. He rolled his tongue over his teeth, and slowly brought his left hand to his mouth. “I’m alive…” He smiled and closed his eyes, dropping his hand to the side of his neck.
“Yes, thank the Gods…you are alive.” I replied. “Can you sit up?”
“I think so. Help me.” I piled up pillows so that he could sit up comfortably, then pulled the blanket up to his belly. “I feel so weak. I haven’t felt this weak since I was a human.”
“We are gathering donors as we speak. You need to feed, but I want to make you look halfway presentable first. Your hair is a mess.” I took up a brush and began to brush out his long curly raven locks. Ankh-Re chuckled under his breath. “Remember when I was bald thousands of years ago?”
“Of course I remember. Priests were always shaven” I replied. “Would you prefer it if I shaved my head again?” he asked.
“I do not care if you were bald or kept your mane” I said, laughing. Ankh-Re smiled, and brought a hand up to stroke my cheek.
“Thank you“ he said, while staring into my eyes…my soul.
“Let me clean away the blood residue from you, then we can let the donors in, okay?” I finally said.
My donors were the first to arrive. Stanley drove them quickly - and safely - to the loft in less than 45 minutes. David and Robert were nervous, to say the least. I noticed that Lady Anala and Lady Sirara were eyeing them avidly. Back the fuck up, bitches, I thought as I brought my donors into Ankh-Re’s bedroom.
“Hey guys!” said Ankh-Re cheerfully. Robert stood like a statue, while David appeared to have second thoughts.
“What I ask of you is not an order but a request” I whispered to them both. David swallowed hard, then said “You sure that he won’t do us like he did that chick last year?”
“Um - yeah…” interjected Robert. “We want to help Isis, but we want to stay alive too…know what I’m sayin’?”
I sighed. "Guys - he will not harm you. I promise. And I am right here.”
“Well - okay. But could he take my blood from my wrist and not my throat? I ain’t gay” said Robert.
“Yeah - same here, dude” said David.
“Fine” I said. I motioned for David to come forward. He frowned, but walked towards the bed while rolling up the shirt sleeve of his left arm.
“Maybe you should come too, Robert” I said. Robert came along on the opposite side of the bed, and pushed up a sleeve to the sweater that he was wearing.
Ankh-Re’s eyes glowed. I looked at him and telepathically told him to go easy, and not to feed too fast.
He grasped a wrist in each hand and said out loud, chuckling “Cream and chocolate to add to caramel.“ He sank his teeth into David’s wrist first. David shuddered but remained passive as Ankh-Re sucked his blood. After a minute, Ankh-Re stopped drinking, yet continued to hold onto David’s wrist. David dropped along the side of the bed, dizzy. Ankh-Re then dug his fangs into Robert. Robert collapsed on the other side of the bed.
Lord Bekan help me tend to their bites. They were taken into the great room, where they could rest. Like a nurse from the Red Cross, Lord Bekan gave David and Robert orange juice…I had to laugh.
The next donor was Lady Anala’s obvious favorite - it was the handsome blonde man who was on a leash at the Autumn Ball. Unlike my donors, he had no qualms about appearing ‘gay’. He freely allowed Ankh-Re to drink from his throat. And yes…he had a huge erection. To get the blood flowing even more freely, Ankh-Re glided a hand down to the man’s crotch, which caused the blond to shudder and emit a loud groan. Now that was gay, I thought to myself. Lord Bekan and I had to pry the blonde away from Ankh-Re grasp.
Ankh-Re’s eyes were wild. “I need more! I just need a little more!”
Lady Sirara and Lord Kratos brought in a beautiful raven-haired beauty whom they shared. She showed no fear as Ankh-Re sank his teeth into her throat. He kicked off the blanket that covered his nakedness, and pinned the woman to the bed, tearing the clothes from her body as he sank his fangs into one of her breasts. He then mounted her and roughly entered her as he continue to drink. Dear Gods I thought. I hope that he will be sated soon…
Lady Sirara and Lord Kratos carried their limp donor out, wrapped in the blanket that Ankh-Re had discarded.
Right when I stated to Ankh-Re that he had enough blood for the moment, the Queen came in, with a worried look upon her face. The other master vampires followed her in.
“He must stop for now” she stated. ‘That last one looked as if she were raped by a dozen Huns.”
Ankh-Re stared at us through the tangled mass of hair that hung over his face. He was on his hands and knees on the floor. He looked like a wild animal.
“Just look at him“ murmured Lady Anala. “I want to mount him now.” Before I could respond to her comment, the Queen spoke.
“You’ve always wanted to mount him” she snapped. Lady Anala appeared contrite, and bowed her head.
“Lord Ankh-Re” the Queen stated in her most imperial tone “Are you with us?”
Ankh-Re eyes glazed over for a moment. Then he shook his head, and whispered “Yes, Your Majesty.” It dawned on him that he was quite naked, bloody, and on all fours. Not a dignified way to be before the rest of the Council. I went to him, and stood in front of him as he slowly stood up on wobbly legs.
“I will tend to him now, if I may, your Majesty. And I thank you all on his behalf.”
The Queen nodded and walked out of the bedroom, followed by the rest of the vampires.
I sighed as I turned to look at Ankh-Re in his face. He actually looked like a child who was just severely scolded.
I sat in the great room with the others for over two hours. During that time, the sun had set, leaving the sky a darkening violet. I watched Lord Gad gaze at the sky, straining his vision to capture a glimpse of the sun’s remains. There was a look of child-like fascination upon his face. It was at this terrible time that I wished I had his mind…the pain would be easier to bear. I assumed that it would be, anyway.
Lord Pen walked up to Lord Gad and gently placed a hand upon Lord Gad’s shoulder. “Come, my Lord, and take a seat. It has been a trying time for us all.” Lord Gad focus his attention to Lord Pen and took a seat. The gentleness that Lord Pen has shown towards his sire was touching.
Lord Bekan - not one to stand about wringing his hands - was busy dumping Ankh-Re’s tainted blood down a toilet. When he was done, he flushed it a few times, then dumped bleach into the bowl. He washed his hands, then took a seat at the bar, where he proceeded to cut more pieces of the garden hose for the transfusion. The man was efficient, to say the least.
Finally…the bedroom door opened. The Queen stepped out, still barefoot. Other than appearing tired, she looked quite normal.
“We’re ready to begin the transfusion. Bekan, Isis - come with me.” Bekan and I followed her into the bedroom. I immediately went towards the bed, and inhaled deeply at what I saw.
My eyes beheld a stark vivid contrast of marble and onyx.
Ankh-Re appeared to be carved from a solid slab of dark cream-colored marble, with black painted accents. While his skin was pale, every hair on his body remained black. I touched his chest, and it was cold…cold lifeless skin. There was no heartbeat.
“He is in limbo” stated the Queen. “As soon as the transfusion begins, he will slowly come back to us.” She then ordered Lord Bekan and I to insert new tubes into his femoral artery and his heart. I was relieved when Bekan offered to make the chest incision. Once the tubes were in place - held up by a coat rack from Ankh-Re’s entry hall - the Queen walked to the bedroom door and opened it.
“My lords…my ladies. Please come in with your blood offerings to save and heal our Lord Ankh-Re.”
The master vampires gathered around the bed, each holding a container of blood. The Queen nodded to Lord Sebastian.
“What do I do?” he whispered. Lord Bekan replied.
“Take your container and carefully pour its contents into one of the tubes.”
“Ah - yes. Thank you.” Lord Sebastian went up to the coat rack and carefully poured his two pints of blood into the tube that lead to Ankh-Re’s heart. A flush of color immediately appeared across Ankh-Re’s torso and neck. Lady Ma-zu donated a cup of her blood to Ankh-Re; she poured it into the tube that lead to the femoral artery.
Earlier, it was decided that the nightstalkers would give smaller amounts of blood, so that Ankh-Re would remain a daywalker. So, as the blood donations went, the daywalkers had to give much more. The Queen assured the daywalkers - Lord Aray, Lady Sirara, Lord Kratos, Lord Sebastian, and myself - that she would replenish us all with a few drops of her own blood.
Which reminded me…as I was so focused on Ankh-Re’s blood drainage and transfusion, I forgot to make my own blood donation. Without hesitation, I bit into my left wrist and held it over the tube leading to Ankh-Re’s heart. I squeezed my arm to get the blood flowing, as my arm was in an upright position. It was awhile before Lord Bekan gently pulled my arm down from the tube, assuring me that I gave quite enough blood. I was in a daze. I did not think to measure out my blood. I just knew that Ankh-Re needed a lot of it.
Through my hazy vision. I saw Ankh-Re’s natural color returning. His chest rose and fell softly with his breathing. Thank the Gods - he was alive! All of the master vampires gave a huge sigh of relief. Lord Bekan removed the tubes from Ankh-Re’s body. The Queen bit one of her fingers, letting a few drops of her precious blood enter the incisions. She then placed a few drops into Ankh-Re’s mouth.
“Lord Ankh-Re will rest now. We should now make preparations in gathering donors for him to feed upon soon.” she said.
While the others left the bedroom, I remained. I watched as the incisions rapidly closed and healed before my eyes. I found a blanket to cover his nakedness, then I pulled up my chair, determined to remain at his side.
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Isis101
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Amanda
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You have me hooked, now I have to know more.
Well written!
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I do enjoy this very much.