Awakening

Awakening ... It is a fine limit for creatures like us when our black blood is mixed with that of humans ... The difference between life and death ...

I am a vampire for many centuries and still manage to surprise myself.

The lineage of our breed ... Most of our females have a dry belly. Borzysławs ... Our Sentinels should have a sacred duty to preserve our species.

-God! What's going on with me? My God! - The girl walked away, backing pale with death.

Welcome to the world of emotions and disappointments, Rovack. With just a few steps the barrier is definitive. Enough headache and jealousy. curse. All I don't want is a female of our species at my death.

-Just try to calm down. - my voice is inviting.

Everything in me conspires for that. I am a perfect assassin created by darkness. But this girl ... I try in vain to dissipate the connection that is established between us.

-Huwag kang matakot, batang anak. - I say in our oldest language.

And her eyes tell me otherwise. I can smell your fear. The confusion that leaves his features anguished before me.

-This is not real!

The connection between minds. It was by no means intentional on my part, but it seems that Jack had no understanding of this when making contact between us. The smell of his blood ... It's not just the proximity of the awakening that I can capture. The essence of an aswang is in her veins and something else. It somehow awakens the most primitive need that a vampire can face.

The compulsion for blood. I never felt the hallucinating thirst that burns my throat. Human blood can guarantee life for us, but it is never as strong or tasty as one of our kind. Even wolves know this because their females share blood with their mates.

-Don't you dare ... - she shouts out of her mind. -Don't you dare come near me ...

I stand there without action for a moment watching the girl run wild trying to get away from us. what the fuck. Haru can be a damn wretch, still ... Newly awake females must be reported to our Council. They are extremely precious in this delicate transition. Do you want to tell me what Haru intended by risking the safety of his own offspring without giving knowledge of his existence?

- Can you sniff? - Kirova asks me in amazement.

I release a muffled plague. I had to be a fool or demented to not smell the peculiar and attractive smell.

- What bastard expected what? to kill its own child? Did you notice her fear of hers? " I complain louder.

-The girl belongs to his clan. -Kirova as she always defends my grandfather's decisions.

My look is sceptical.

-No more. - I guarantee with all conviction. - There's a female of ours ready to wake you up. forget the foolishness of maintaining this damned farce of allegiance to Elaine. Fresh blood. She will be the perfect babae ng asawa.

-babae ng asawa? kidding, don't you? Such a female is worthy of being the ang kasama of any of us. she's looking for war among the aswangs, Rovack.

-Prepare the car and accommodation at the Dasklovy mansion. I'm not asking, my friend.

She is running. I can hear her rapid breathing and the heart that pumps litres of blood through her veins. A female ready to wake you up? The practice of creating newly awakened ones to increase our lineage, mixing our black blood with humans has an appealing and sensual exotic aroma. Her scent ... My insides protest in visceral contraction.

My body complains in agony giving me the primitive notion that I am thirsty. That is the problem with human blood. food sustains us for so little time, the need for food increases as the centuries go by. I never imagined having my own bampira.

I close my eyes, letting my body dematerialize in the air attracted by her essence.

Jack stumbles against me, gasping for breath and falls to the ground without balance, struggling to seek distance when I come before her. Hell, I never felt that wild rapture or hunger. All ever wanted was to avoid any kind of connection with a female.

- Some of us believe it is much better to quench our thirst in our partner. - short and quick explanation.

Idealizing the situation between us will cause me trouble because of the way the pain spreads through my throat with the sweet smell of her blood.

-Like?

-Most blood-immortal beings prefer to share their partner's blood. It is much stronger than the blood that humans have and so we are no longer tied to the most basic instincts of our condition. Werewolves do that.

Of course, we need to be more careful now that reapers bring so many deaths among us, even so ... Blood and lineage are what sustain us. I have always been against my grandfather's new ritual of keeping our young people away from traditions as if they were just mere humans.

-Subukan mo lang na huminahon. breathe and try to calm down girl.

The astonished eyes stare at me as if it were an apparition. She is probably close to starting to have the hallucinations that precede the change. she may not even be eating or sleeping enough. Her face is pure exhaustion. Something in me is moved by assimilating her tiredness.

-Not! Please! This is not real! You are not real...

-JACK ?!! - Her name comes naturally on my lips. - I can guarantee it's real. I can help, baby. Please...

Jack shakes the livid head, struggling to get up staggering. The adrenaline in her blood naturally awakens the hunting instinct in me.

-Not! You are not real.

She continues to run, running away from the demons themselves while intentionally I manage to materialize directing her escape without her noticing. one more cry. her eyes aim at nothing seeing things maybe. A delicate and risky prey. I can't believe that the first time feels so hot for a female, dominated only by such a lust that it hurt. It actually burned for her inside me. It is absurd the story that vampires behave like that when they encounter kaluluwa.

I know that want as a madman to leave my mark on her skin as a clear warning that she is the only mine and as a warning not to exceed this limit.

-Why doesn't try to calm down and we talk? This must be a little tiring.

Shit. That smell ... It's the biggest aphrodisiacs I've ever experienced. And he carries the blood of my enemy in his veins.

-Please ... - Jack whimpered, lying on the floor, starting to crawl trembling. - No ... don't kill me.

Kill?

-Protect. I can help you, bata. Even among us, the laws of hospitality are respected. Even a female as young as you should know ...

-Between you? What are you, in the name of God? There was a crazy person inside ... They are crazy. They wear costumes ... fake teeth and ...

Her mind brought on a whirlwind of chaotic emotions. They kidnap. The human who argued with her before. For the most profane thing, this guy means something to her. It shouldn't bother me. I look closely at the dejected face and the face marked with fingers, probably because of a slap.

-Who hit you? - I shouted outside myself. Literally, I am growling furiously.

Damn you. So small and so fragile ... I begin to experience the most intense feeling of possession and I don't like the feeling. The aroma that is released in the air ... A fertile female for sure. The smell of her sex. Does Haru intend to create a war between us by displaying a newly awakened one like that? Your heat between us ...

-They are fake teeth! Vampires don't exist! Do not exist. This is not happening!

My gaze measures her from top to bottom miserable.

-Didn't you find it so difficult to accept that sorcerers exist like this before? I can smell them on you too. Why is it so difficult to accept that there is a world that goes beyond the understanding that humans have?

Jack seemed to react slightly with the nudge.

-because? Why, because it is not natural. They are murderers. Werewolves, sorcerers, vampires are tales to scare children!

- hangal at inosenteng bata. Hear what it says. not all are murderers.

I shook my head with some regret, wondering how many humans had tasted blood. Of course, the blood of enemies had already run in my hands. A century or two is enough time to make enemies. How many have I killed?

- We are not murderers, not as you think. A human's blood is tremendously weak, girl. Most of us prefer to drink from our partner. Werewolves started the practice that was followed by most of us. A female among us is ...

I couldn't finish the sentence. Sex. Except that the desire for revenge and the hunger it awakens me burn me in the same proportion. Of course, sometimes I even need a vampire's blood to maintain my strength. Kirova at those times provides me with all the blood I need when bleeding from the wrist giving me life. Usually, vampires drink from their mate during the carnal relationship ...

-You are crazy. Vampires don't walk around in the sun. should burn!

Great. I hate these vampire movies.

-Damn, this is not under discussion here. you will need my help if you want to survive waking up or you can think about going back to the mansion.

-Are you implying that I'm going to change ...? - Her voice comes high and with deep terror.

-You're going to be one of us. You are the daughter of a human mortal and an aswang. What could expect more? I asked surprised.

I am doing the greatest foolish thing have ever done in that miserable death. Only it is pure instinct, as natural as breathing. My teeth protrude prominently from my mouth, absorbing its scent on the soft, clear skin as it strokes her neck, capturing the pulse in her jugular. For everything more profane!

And her skin ... the warm softness of her body makes me sigh as my fangs deepen in her jugular, while my arms wrap around me. Tonight still ... I intend to make sure that it comes from my blood and that a legal union in the face of our traditions cannot be questioned by my greatest enemy!