Viola was mesmerized by him, although she was in pain, she wasn't able to move, she felt light and strong in her rapture. She was examining herself, as she was floating above her own body, not living in it. She saw now a vampire, her lover. Her lover was a vampire. She realised it, and she was scared, and she was frightened. Just not scared enough, and not frightened enough to repress the curiosity, the excitement and joy she felt. She heard a howling deep inside her that was calling out her name. It was eerie and out of this world. Vi-OOOOOOO-LA. No, it was not a whisper from some stupid ghost film, or vampire film. It felt like nothing before it. It was the call of the wild side, her animal side led by basic instincts. This calling was a roar of an old male lion, lord of the savannah. She felt it in her head. The voice was deep and full of desire and want and need. It was...it was...David's voice in her head. He was in her head, she clearly felt it. She felt dizzy, partly because of the bloodletting, partly because of this strange sensation. She looked at Dave, who was kneeling on the bed next to her, eyes hazed, panting. Clearly he was in a kind of trance. He was licking the blood off from his canines and his lips. He was naked. He was beautiful. Viola's heart was running faster at the sight, but now she felt only her heart was running. Her senses were sharper now, she could hear better, she could see better and felt everything. She could hear the cicadas, far, far away on the mainland, not on the island, and the sounds of steps at the Campanille and Palazzo Doge, the small whining of their beloved Dobermans, who were not in the living quarters, but at the kennels in a room where Anton and Damian were bathing them.
Still, she didn't hear his heartbeats. With overflowing senses and heightened awareness, she heard her blood flow, felt its caress. The whispering cosmos was talking right to her, but again no sound of his blood flowing in his veins. Now, she wasn't in the mood of musing, rather percepting. She sat up slowly and touched her lover's face that was blindly staring into nothing. He looked up and as fast as the thunder comes after lightning his facial expression has changed. He was still covered in blood, but his eyes showed worry. He didn't plan it like this. He felt he was too wild, he saw the flick of fear in Viola's eyes, and he was scared that he harmed her severely. He, with a tentative move, grabbed the girl's hands and checked her pulse on her wrists. Though it was faint and palpable with difficulty, she was still okay. He was surprised that after this „attack” she was not screaming and running away. She stayed. He knew she needed blood, right now. She asked him what happened, and he turned his head away in his shame.
” I was, I was...biting you a bit too hard, dear.”
“David, are you....are you sick?”
“No, I am not.”
” I mean ....can I ask you something?”
”Sure.”
”Won't you hurt me?”
”No, not for the world.”
”Are you a vampire? I mean a real one?”
He remained silent for a second. ”Are you strong enough to bear the weight of the truth? Do you love me?”
”The answers are yes and yes. Talk David, dimmi tutto, tell me everything!”
”As you wish My Love. My answer too is yes. I am a vampire. And I see fear in your eyes. My Angel, when you are whispering in my ear you have nothing to fear. I cannot help it, I was born a vampire. My breed, my race. I too am capable of love. I love you, Viola.”
”I know My Prince, I feel it. And I felt from the start that something was strange around you, the castle itself had an alien atmosphere, and remember when I found the...your tomb...is that your tomb?”
”Well, yes, but no one is lying there. It is empty. They never found my body, when I jumped into the fire. It is just a trick. I will go on with your alchemy studies if you want to.”
The first thing was to help her to recover from the blood loss. Dave only knew one way for speedy recovery. He was hesitant but found no other way to help. He carefully asked Viola if she wanna go away and leave him and his world behind or could she accept the new circumstances, his true self. He asked blandly if she could love a monster, and she was crying and thinking and crying and thinking.
He didn't leave her alone in fear she would faint for she was too weak and dizzy because of the blood loss. Both of them knew they reached a line she had to walk for him if she wanted his love. She was struggling with herself, lying in physical and mental pain on the huge bed, between the bourdon silk sheets. She was praying out loud, asking God help the beast in him.
She knew he had to live with constant pain and in the twinkling of an eye he could turn into a savage beast anytime. Sometimes he just looked like a huge teddy bear, but she knew she had to be aware of the beast in him. No one knew it, no one could see, still it was constantly there. Her prince was watching her in despair, he saw the life fading away in her. After a couple of hours she said
yes to his offer and accepted his blood he was offered to her.
She had a whiter shade of pale and her pulse was weak. Dave took off his already open shirt and took a sharp knife into his hand and made incisions above his chest, right under his collarbones and kneeled onto the bed, lifting the weak body of Viola as easily as he lifts a hand, to his open wounds. He caressed her face, kissed her forehead and whispered a healing spell on her to evoke the spirit Lilith, mater inferorum, or mother of the dark creatures, asking her for her help, promising her the blood of a pure creature, let it be animal or human. He promised her Faith in her. He was reciting
ACAITO ALADLAD AREPO LANOBAT ENOBAT EBIBAT
ALAIT ALADLAD AREPO LANCIAT ENOBAT EBISAT
These were words of power help reduce bleeding in an emergency… he repeated the words while looking at his hands and then laid them on the wound on her neck. Then he said the following to activate the power of the words:
IGASAC PERDIMIT EBULAM
This was one of the strongest grimoires he could think of. The flowing of her life-power stopped immediately and as soon as it stopped he sealed the wounds with his lips, covering it with them, and the lacerated parts started to become smaller and smaller and they almost vanished. She was still a human, he couldn't make wonders with her. He pressed her lips to his bleeding neck and was whispering reassuring words to her and she started to lick his blood off his skin. She was cautious at first, but with every lick she became braver and braver. After a few minutes she could hold herself and sit up clenching to Dave's shoulders and licking with bigger and fast tongue moves. Dave closed his eyes and enjoyed the lingering touch of her lips. He was relieved to see that gradually she gained her strength back.
After Viola finished “the blood replacement treatment”, he laid her down and he lay beside her. He knew what effects his pure blood has, and let her rest. Viola was feeling his blood flowing in her, but strangely enough not in her veins. She felt as she was drinking and swallowing the thick, dark blood as if it went into her limbs rather then into her veins, and felt like fluid lead. She felt herself ready, still content. Her cheek was rosy and her full lips red, she felt good but very tired, so she just curled into her lover's arms and fell asleep at once. David was calm now, he knew they are on their way. Soon she would be his bride on her own right, a vampire bride he always dreamed of. David was caressing her face tenderly, he was a romantic vampire, and he was smiling at this thought. The fierce beast had a tender heart and it was time to show it.
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The next day was sunny and bright, but Viola somehow didn't want to get up. When Damian pulled away the curtains she was crying out in her surprise. The strong light hurt her eyes. Damian did the curtains back in an instant. He knew instinctively what happened and his heart was happy. He truly loved his master and now, first since he knew him, he seemed to be genuinely happy. Damian knew from now on he has to take care of Viola's changed needs as well, as his master's. Damian had a mistress now too.
Asher and David entered the room and the dog tried to jump onto the bed in his wild joy seeing his beloved Viola. Dave hissed at him and the dog lay obediently onto the carpet. Viola got up and wearing only a silvery embroidered satin nightie she kneeled down to Asher and was scratching his ears. Dave looked at the closed curtains and looked at Damian and he nodded. It has begun. There was no sign now on Viola's neck of his rather brutal bites, and he was thankful for this. He too felt happy and content. The blood is the life, and they changed lives, as people change rings at their engagement. Viola was her bride now. He had another letter of approval and encouragement in his pocket from the elders. He soon has to start organizing the events.
The sun ashamed herself for hurting Viola's beautiful eyes, that was changing in colours now. A yellowish, cat fire burnt in it, but it wasn't disturbing, but rather charming. David sat down with her to the table and she started her breakfast as always, sipping a big one from her coffee.
Another surprise! She almost spit it out. Then she really had to spit it out. She just jumped up and with quick steps she went out to the balcony and did it. She came back with a disturbed look on her face. And now David whispered something into Damian’s ears, who turned and brought in an old crystal glass and poured a fluid into a fine silver chalice. She offered it to Viola who was glancing from Damian to Dave and back. David smiled and Viola sipped a small one, then a bigger one, then she drank it all. It was blood, of course. And she knew it. Though she was a bit embarrassed, she didn’t seem to mind it. All what counted was her love for David. Never until this time, but now, right in front of Damian and Amelia she just sat into Dave's lap and was purring to him like a kitty. He was out of words, but he happily accepted her affection. He knew his blood was working in her.
Damian was smiling ear to ear and as he was trying to hide it in vain, above Viola's shoulders Dave waved to him to go out. He went out and was excitedly telling Anton the new happenings.
The prince had a plan, he has to teach her as fast as she is able to remember things. He wanted to teach her everything he knew. There were some things however that was understandable only when she’d turn into a real vampire, after the vampire kiss. That would be on the night of their wedding. Soon, very soon.
He took her to the library and as a start he started to give an explanation of Aggrippa Von Nettesheim’s work, he knew she already read, the De Occulta Philosophia.
He quoted her in Latin. He spoke it with ease, the words were just rolling out off his lips.
“Sol at Osiris item, Dionysius Horus Apollo,
Rex et item, retinet, lucis qui at noctus habenas,
Qui ventos, qui dal imbres, qui tempora mutat,
stellarum summus rex, immortalis et ignis.”
„The Sun and Osiris, furthermore Dionysios, Horus, Apollon,
And inside lives the King who keeps the warmth and the night alive.
He who sows wind and reap rain, and changing the course of weather,
The majestic King of all Stars, immortal and He is the Fire of Life Himself.”
The occult text was written in a secret language, using hidden symbolism, even after translating it to her into English it seemed more than mysterious. Viola knew that the old masters of this art had to hide their mystic knowledge and understanding of ancient wisdom, their counteracting with creatures from the many astral planes, unwordly things that seemed to awake the rage of the Church.
Only those could interpret these manuals, whose main aim was, with the secret transformation of material, reaching the highest goal and gaining the prize of prizes, the lapis philosophorum, or the Philosopher's stone. This is a legendary substance, capable of turning inexpensive metals into gold;
it is also believed to be an elixir of life, useful for rejuvenation and possibly for achieving immortality. For a long time, it was the most sought-after goal in alchemy. In the view of spiritual alchemy, making the philosopher's stone would bring enlightenment upon the maker and conclude the Great Work.
So, in a nutshell, after all it was the symbol of the development and individualization of a personality. Being born ignorant and by walking on the path of studying and curiosity and discipline and morality one slowly gains knowledge during one's journey of life, until the immortal soul would be as perfect as in the minute of its divine creation.
Viola was listening to him intently. She was like a dry sponge, drinking every word of her master. Her eyes were shining from the joy of learning and her cheeks were blushed from the excitement. The Duke found her more than charming. Her presence was invigorating to him and he decided that with much care and affection he would educate her until she could be his adeptus, or helper, or student in his research and work.
She took the obstacles with ease. She was bright and she knew it. She was diligent and devoted. She was burning in the flames of learning and spent almost all hours in the library, virtually no sleeping at all. Dave was satisfied with her progress. He decided that early next day he takes her into his secret laboratory.
Parallel to her philosophy, chemistry, comparative religion, legendaries, ancient languages, mysticism and occultism, magic and astronomy, she had a very special kind of history, dealing mainly with the creation and evolving of the breed of her future fiancé's kind, vampires. She learned fast the difficult hierarchy, developing stages and clan names, who is enemy, who is an ally. How you recognize a vampire hunter and how you choose the right prey. She was fascinated by the depths of all this. Dave knew how important it was for her to be able to protect herself against their enemies. He didn't even use the word “possible enemies”, because their foes were more than real. The best example was his non-existent or exterminated family.
He even taught her self-defense. It was karate. He was master of the art and she learnt the movements easily and soon herself too was able to kick the shit out of everyone. He had a plan. He didn't tell her but they were waiting a guest. An important one. But yet it was a secret....
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