Vicious In Love by D.D. Dass (positive books to read txt) 📖

Defining the Civilization(s):

Just to clear up any confusion, this is all based on idea's that I've decided to write out! So it probably makes no sense, but I tried! :)

-Danii .xx

 

Ramai:the blooded civilians of the Vampire class; Vampire aristocrates.

 

Untransitioned: Before puberty; a vampire’s existence where they do not process abilities unlike human and are able to survive without the blood of the opposite sex.

 

Transitioned: the completion of development or the beginning of adulthood. Occurs usually in early twenties, may be critical for some.

 

Amercement:the treatment of which a debt is repaid, generally  through torture.

 

Parterra: guardian for the younger

 

Tyren: a female’s mate.

 

Irryn: a male’s mate.

 

Old Axvem:fluent language of the ancient vampire class.

 

Goddess of Blood Bonds: the creator of the vampire species.

 

Leader(s): vampire descendents with bloodlines strongest connected to the Goddess. Pocesses traits abnormal to the common Vamp such as mind-reading, morphing, ect.

 

Civilization(s):Secret safe-houses built for the civilian vampire class

 

Other(s):Soulless beings, created by the Deserect to slay all vampires, and form a high class of an embodied race.

Deserect: a disembodiment of Gods conjoined through black energy caught in the fifth realm.

 

First realm: the God of all creations holds the souls of those without darkness, (heaven).

 

Second Realm: most known for the pure energy of all faded life, where vampires experience a type of ‘nirvana’

 

Third Realm: the human existence, the realm of life

 

Fourth Realm: God’s and Goddess’ realm

 

Fifth Realm: known as the realm of death, of those where darkened souls continue

 

Vampire: Species created by Goddess of Blood Bonds superhuman to humans. Following their transitions, vampires must take the vein of the opposite sex regularly or they will become weak and agonized. Most cannot walk into the sunlight, though through age it is possible. Human’s cannot be “converted” through a simple bite but must be on the verge of death before fed the blood of a vampire, though this is dangerous and more than likely will result in death. Vampires do possess abilities that differentiate them from humans, and are immortal, though death can occur through critical acts.

 

Hunters/ Superhuman(s): Class of super-human’s that are neither Vampire nor Others but come from the ancestry of humans that have developed abilities to hunt both species.

 

 

 

 

Prologue:

The only son of Krait, third leader, sat before the Vampire Council, staring, in a numbly calm state, at the leaders that stood, cloaked and hardly visible from behind the portal that separated the fourth realm.

Only two of the five Ian had heard of were present: Nicholas, blooded young of Aeluis, and Lucius, blooded son Caiside. The area where his sire once sat was empty. The sight left him…numb. Later, the reality would consume him, but for the time, he was floating in an emotionless abyss. It was sick. It was freeing.

It was Ian’s first time standing beneath the males’ easy glowers. In his young mind, he couldn’t recall a time where he was close enough to be noticed, close enough to encounter the reactions the males inflicted in all. Awe-worth they were, standing tall, proud, and prevailing. All the things Ian was not.

“Stand all.” The voice was low, but just as forceful as it’d be from a shout. All Vampires obeyed instantly, staring with the same cold, empty eyes. Ian jerked to a stance seconds to late, light-headed as he tried to breathe evenly, but it was hard, the mass of judgment was contracting around his lungs.

The voice rang on. “On this day, we stand to decide the fate of our lost. Krait Payne’s blooded young, Ian Derik Payne, third leader in line.” Ian’s eyes, which had dropped to his wringing hands, rose to eye the Council doubtfully.

Surely they were not actually considering him…? He was nobody, being the spawn of a powered Blood Bonds meant nothing.

He meant naught a thing. And he never had.

Around him, transitioned classes of the ramai grunted their disapproval, not that Ian actually heeded. Except he inwardly winced, faced with the reality that he did care…Of course he cared if he destroyed his father’s reputation. The only good of the male.

But that was Ian’s mindset. Ian’s demons.  It was his bearings and like his father had taught him to do, he straightened and met the stares of the Council, but this time, blindly. Let them speak now.

To his astonishment, some looked away from his –what he hoped to be cold –gaze, though other stared with earned arrogance. But this time, he reminded himself, he was his father’s son, he didn’t have to care about them.

“All in favor of a challenge, voice now with an ‘I’,” the voice he now recognized as leader Lucius gave nothing away. Ian felt a hollow grin stretch his lips, aiming to convince the he no longer cared.

He was not in favor of a challenge for the right to keep his legal position. That and he knew he’d be slaughtered easily. That was simply how it worked in his world. Survival of the fittest. And Ian, being five foot six, and deathly skinny, was not the least bit fit. Untransitioned males were always the weakest. Especially him – nearing twenty and still without a transition.

Some leader he’d prove.

The hall remained silent though, easing his tension, but just some. It went to the deepest pit of Fifth Realm rather quickly though.

“Since all transitioned males are unwilling, I shall challenge,” came the cool voice of leader Nicholas. Ian wasn’t exactly frightened to say, more so… prepared. He’d managed to keep alive within in father’s grips and nothing could defy that.

Though, his father had aimed more for torment, rather than a kill. Yet as the leader’s blue gaze caught Ian’s green one, something close to suspicion flared in their depths and he swallowed tightly, feeling thrown off.  

 “Challenge accepted.”

Chapter One:

 

 

Thirty-Six Years Later:

 Beth eyed her older brother, Tallis, skeptically as she leant on the steel door of her bedroom. A six foot transitioned male, Tallis didn’t act his age, or for the matter, his size.

“I left my girl back hoooommeee! I don’t love ‘er no mooooree!” His booming voice echoed through the halls of the large manor as he attempted to sing a song she couldn’t even recognize. Beth smiled despite herself, knowing he had no idea how loud he was being, the headphones in his ears preventing him from hearing anything beyond the beat.

Lucky for him, he sounded like a dying cat. 

Tallis looked nothing like her. With a muscular build and a strong face, he was the opposite of Beth’s shorter five foot nine, curvy frame. While his hair was cut in a skull trim, the blonde of it hidden by its short length, Beth had somehow come out with thicker, black hair that hung to the small of her back. Though there was one thing she could say that marked him as her brother, the pale blue of their eyes, a trait they’d both gotten from their father.

Completely oblivious to her, Tallis started towards the entrance hall, but Beth was bored and, well she liked to mess with him. She ran up behind him, jumping onto his back and covering his eyes with his hands. She could tell he knew it was her by the wide smile on his face as his hands locked around her ankles, and he started spinning. Round and round they went with enough speed that everything was a blur to her as she gave a laugh, light-headed already. 

“Stop! Stop!” she managed to gasp, though he shook his head, obviously having too much fun. So they were playing that game huh?

Unhooking one hand from his face, she dug her nails into his neck, making him hiss and try to jerk away. But there wasn’t anywhere to go and she was prepared for a full on attack as she grinned widely. Unexpectedly, he stopped, arms reaching behind to her sides, hurling her backwards with enough force that she hit the opposite wall. Fortunately for her head, she stopped herself, pushing her hands out for support, though unfortunately enough, her hands would be bruised. 

The room wouldn’t stop spinning and she tried to glare at Tallis’ moving form because he looked completely unfazed as he clutched his stomach in laughter on the carpeted floors.

“You know” he breathed between cackles. “If father saw us like this…” Beth couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of their father’s twitchy facial expressions every time he tried to be serious and failed so badly. It was one of the funniest things around, especially when she was locked away in a manor with nothing to do for nine hours of the day while all the “superior” teenage males were out slutting around and having some actual fun.

The thought sobered her up enough that she could finally raise her head to catch her brother’s identical gaze.

Tallis was only two years older than her so they’d grown up closer than most civilian siblings. She adored his sense of humor and recklessness, which saved her from a lot of boredom as a child. They were usually in sync with each other, although they both had their fair share of secrets. Beth’s admittedly more severe, but that was a risk she was willing to take. 

“So, I think we should sign you up for America’s Got Talent or whatever,” Beth smiled slightly, sitting up and scooting closer to her brother, who was still as stone. He glared, but the amusement in his eyes told her he wasn’t actually put off.

“Huh. Dad would get a kick outta that one.”  She snorted, rolling her eyes.

“More like a heart attack.” He grinned in that lopsided way that made her heart swell with pride, but then his eyebrows furrowed and great.

“Shouldn’t you be at the training center?”

“Should be, would be, but ‘m not.” She bit her lip, dropping her eyes as she tried to suppress the shiver of fear that ran up her spine at the thought of just why she didn’t actually go to training much anymore. It was because of him. The third and coldest member of the Council, Lord Payne, or as the others liked to call him, Lord Ice.

She’d never done well around males. And the leader was definitely male. The first day of training he’d humiliated her in front of every female in the room…After that, she couldn’t be around him for too long. Especially not two whole hours, that was just cruel and unbearable. 

It was worse that