After fifty years of undeath, Col is still considered a young vampire. When his Mater and protector goes missing, Col finds himself courted by a dark malevolence that threatens to destroy everything he holds dear.
... let us follow him into the embrace of night...

Ensanguined

Random and incongruent memories of the preivous night snapped across Aikkul's mind; First he was sitting on a throne- his throne- speaking to seven Nosferati Lords. Then there were only four Nosferatu who could sit up; the rest dozing or mumbling. Women and men flitted in and out, offering themselves to their lords without hesitation. Blood flowed freely, and there lay a great many bodies on the floor. The Grunges were always more than happy to bring more living meat along for their dark masters. 


Where had Drazhan been? Aikkul couldn't remember. None of the memories featured his brother. It seemed odd as well that there had only been seven of the twelve other lords present at Aikkul's coronation. Col felt a grand annoyance. HE was their Lord, and yet he had no control over their actions. Something was being done, or planned, yet Aikkul had no knowledge of it. Drazhan would know, of that he was certain. He resolved to wring everything straight out of Drazhan's throat. 


Chapter 30