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Crimson red

Jeanette Peters

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Dedication

All the lost souls,

who forgot,

to believe in the immensity of love.

Love is not love

which alters when it alteration finds.

It is an ever fixed mark

that looks on tempests

and is never shaken.

Love alters not with time’s brief hours and weeks,

but bears it out even to the edge of doom

(William Shakespeare)

A brief history of the world

Many centuries ago, vampires decided to reveal their existence to mortals. Humans shivered as they became aware of the hunter among them. Out of shadows, vampires had been guiding the fate of different peoples for a long time. It was necessary for their survival to enter into a symbiosis with humans. They were used by the vampires as food. During the centuries many people fell victim of the bloodlust of the vampires. But that didn’t stop many of them offering themselves as bloodwhores at an early age.

Dealing with mortals was also not safe for the beings of the night. Sometimes a strong spiritual bond developed between human and vampire. If this happened, the immortal had only the choice to make the human being one of their own or to perish as soon as his soulmate died. Over time, both species learned to live together.

But human or vampire, neither fate nor life care about any of these species ...

First part

Education

Age

5

Martina

Martina took an appraising look at the five-year-old standing in front of her and pursed her lips. Since she was born her daughter had managed to turn her life upside down.

»Go get your coat and your white booties«, she said to the blonde girl and gave her a nudge. It wasn’t strong enough to let Joleen fall, but the little girl had to make some steps before she could run.

»I’ll do Mom«, she called out with her squeaky voice that Martina already owed one or two headaches.

She looked at her trembling hands. Maybe she should take something before they picked her up? She shook her head in answer. It wasn’t wise to be dopey if you were making a deal with vampires. She smiled cynically.

This arrangement has been in place for a few weeks now. And she’d gone through all the points over and over again. It was important when you got involved with the beings of the night. They were happy to wording the contracts they had drawn up in their favor. If you weren’t careful, you ended up with nothing. That was a good reason not to consume anything for now.

She reached for the cigarettes on the table in front of her. Nearly gallantly she pulled one of the sticks out of the package before she put it in her mouth and lit it. The tremor and tension eased a little after the first stroke. She got up and went to the bar in the corner of the messy and eclectic living room. Most of the furniture here had come from friends or benevolent clients. Some of them were brought here by herself when the neighbors turned off the household garbage outside. No two pieces were the same.

She poured herself a glass of cheap whiskey and thought back. She had all options open to her six years ago. She was young, pretty she was good to gather many lovers. Mostly several men at the same time who had made her live very exclusive. And then ... she got pregnant.

»Ungrateful bitch«, she muttered and tipped down the whole glass of whiskey, just to refill herself right afterwards.

None of her lovers wanted to accept the possibility of having a child with her. She had already started taking drugs, so she used the opportunity to ask six men for money. After all, money never hurt.

Soon she had found a cheap backyard clinic to remove her little mishap. As soon as she was lying there she realized that she couldn’t. She didn’t love the fetus inside her. No. The inability not to eliminate this disturbance had been her mother’s fault.

»Stupid cow!«, Martina cursed.

Her mother had been a religious person, read the Bible daily and lived in a disciplined manner according to its rules. Martina was also forced to submit to the rules of the Catholic Church. She was sixteen when she left home. She hadn’t thought back to her childhood home since then.

However, at this moment, her mother’s parenting collapsed on her with all its force. She had left the clinic without having achieved anything.

She again emptied the glass with a pull and took the bottle into her free hand to sink herself again.

»Mom, I’ve got everything!«, the annoyingly squealing voice sounded behind her. Martina flinched.

Quickly she turned off the glass and the bottle, turned around and took off to punch her daughter. »Stupid brat!«, she hissed. »How many times have I told you not to sneak up on me like that?«

Joleen stood in front of her holding her cheek which was already beginning to turn red. Shit, she should have thought. The vampires surely managed to put a foot through this little reddish discoloration. »I’m sorry, Mom«, Joleen moaned. She looked at her with big green eyes.

»Go and put ice on your face«, she demanded and turned away from her daughter.

»Yes, Mom. I’m sorry, Mom, I didn’t mean to scare you«, the five-year-old whispered and then disappeared towards the kitchen.

She rolled her eyes. She soon felt better. She should have come up with this idea much sooner. But a neighbour drew her attention to the opportunities to improve her situation.

There were vampires, it was a well known fact. Vampires controlled most of the world’s events. Martina knew this too. But she had never bothered about it.

She used to have one of the night people as a suitor, but that was a long time ago. Vampires were generous, even if they were only used as bloodwhores for one night.

Again she shook her head. You had to be careful when you let them drink from you. If they got into a bloodrush, it could end deadly for the bloodwhore. There have been reports of a vampire losing control and a bloodwhore reaping death instead of lust.

Sex and feeding were pleasantly combined. And also their victims had hours of highest ecstasy through them. But the feeling that vampires caused in humans could lead to addiction. You just couldn’t get rid of it, you always wanted to experience the intoxication that you could only get through a vampire.

Bloodlust, unlike bloodrush, was a guarantee of perfect sexual fulfillment. Martina knew many whores who had gradually degenerated into bloodwhores because they brought a vampire into bed over and over again. This had been something Martina had always paid attention to. Even though vampires paid well, it was not worth getting dependent on them and possibly getting enslaved.

Well, that was just for her, of course. Not for the little girl who entered the living room at that moment, with a cautious look.

Zacharias

There was a knock and Zacharias made the door open with a quick mental command.

Bored, he looked at his brother, who entered the room. One of his current bloodslaves followed him.

»Brother«, Cirrus said as he sat down in the chair. His bloodslave sat down next