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“If you turn me into a freak-ass monster like you, I’ll make your life hell,” Dominic threatened.
“Yeah, I remember doling out such threats once upon a time,” I said with a chuckle.
I had followed through on my threats as much as I could, even biting Théoden’s cock and injecting him with venom in my attempt to kill him. Of course, he made good on his warning, too, and ripped my cock off and forced me to eat it. The memory still haunted me to this day and, after that, I was afraid to challenge him. My fear of him didn’t stop me from fighting back, though. Not until he used my mom’s life against me. She was the only family I had left, that was, until fate reunited me with Dominic.
“Please, Dante… don’t do this to me,” he begged.
“I will not let you die, Dominic.”
“That would be a better choice. I mean, come on, we always used to say that. We believed it,” he said in his desperation.
“We were young and dumb and believed in a lot of things that were idealistic. Things that seemed noble when you looked at it with heroic, rose-colored glasses, like we did.” I shook my head. “That is not our reality, Dom. If I hadn’t chosen you, Théoden would have surely tortured you to death for the entertainment of the New Haven vampires. Can you imagine the pain you’d feel being burned alive or ripped apart limb by limb? To endure so much pain and humiliation? They would have made an example out of you. I doubt even death could bring you peace. That will not be your future… unless you force my hand to torture you. But I will never kill you.”
“You know I’ll never conform to this life you want to force on me,” he threatened.
“Yes, you will. Silence,” I said, putting him back under my mental control. My powers were definitely something I loved exploiting every chance I got. Romeo was just like us, a rebel, but even he had realized that the life we had now was much better than the life we lived before. Soon, Dominic would understand and accept that my love for him was what would bring us closer.
I couldn’t wait toembracehim, either, but that was going to have to be postponed until after I mated fully with Josef. If I was to become more powerful after the ritual, I wanted my son to benefit from it. I wasn’t looking forward to getting fucked by Josef in front of the pack, wolves I didn’t really know, but I was their future Alpha and Josef’s mate. I knew they’d accept me as their own. I only hoped that by mating with Josef, it would make my Sire, my Prince, more powerful.
CHAPTER TWO
THÉODEN
Ihad contacted my sons, Bruce, Derek, and Marco, to join me on this little excursion to clean out Dante’s old rebel cell. I’d been keeping an eye on the abandoned house they’d taken residence in. It was busy, they were preparing to leave, but were just waiting for Dominic and the others to return. I listened in on their conversations and they were going to be leaving in ten minutes if they didn’t hear anything from them, per their protocol.
I had to admit, these humans, though a minor annoyance, were resourceful. I smiled when I saw Marco’s mustang pull up. My three boys climbed out and I couldn’t have been more proud of them. Marco had done a wonderful job training Noel and even Romeo. Bruce had taken Dante under his wing from time to time, teaching him the ropes. And Derek and Donovan shared their wisdom and fighting skills with them, making my newest sons more well-rounded fighters. They were big brothers in every sense of the word. They looked up at me, perched on the roof of the house, and smiled.
Attack and leave none alive, then take pictures and video of the massacre to display on the net as a warning to all other rebel cells out there, I instructed.
Yes, Father, they said in unison.
I watched them advance on the house, then joined them, making my entrance through the back door. It had been a while since I’d gone on one of these hunting parties. I planned to enjoy myself. I could hear the humans screaming as I made my way through the ramshackle kitchen with its broken cabinet doors, useless appliances, and dusty countertops. I could see them running towards me, their human eyes bulging with sheer fear. Their hearts were beating so fast and when they saw me, they froze.
I bared my fangs, snarling for added dramatic affect. I liked the effect it had on them as one began to piss her pants as she fell to the floor and began scooting backward in a frantic form of fleeing. I advanced, grabbing one guy by his neck before he could escape and I struck, sinking my fangs into his neck. His blood rushed into me rich, thick, and full of luscious life. I fed greedily, taking my time because I knew my boys could handle these humans.
The girl rolled over and began crawling away from me, but she bumped into Derek and he grinned down at her, his mouth bloody, his fangs bared.
“Where’re you going, bitch?” he asked, then reached down, snatching her up and sinking his fangs into her neck.
I finished draining the human I had and walked past him into the other areas of the house. I looked around, seeing bodies and body parts strewn about in a bloody, gory mess that made me proud. Bruce, with his mouth and clothes bloody, was recording Marco feeding from one human teenager while pinning another struggling one against the wall.
“Fuck yeah, drain that bastard, bro,” Bruce said as he grinned. He kept his camera phone aimed at Marco.
Marco finished off the kid and tossed him across the room. Bruce made sure he caught all of that on camera. He turned the cell’s camera on himself. “Vampire World!” he exclaimed. I was familiar with the popular social video site where vampires liked to post their antics. Bruce enjoyed watching the videos with Ryan. He then turned the camera back on Marco as my eldest ripped the other human he’d been holding apart. “Holy shit, bro.”
Holy shit, indeed. Marco tore through that human as if the boy were made of tissue paper, ripping his arms and legs from his body as easily as a child tortures a helpless bug. Blood splattered Marco and the walls, coating them both, and Marco relished every second of it. He held a severed arm over his head and stuck his tongue out, letting the blood squirt into his mouth. It was barbaric and sadistic, and I loved it. I expected nothing less from my boys. I only hoped Dante understood that I held the same high expectations of my grandsons, too.
“Is that all?” Derek asked, looking a bit disappointed.
Bruce began walking through the house, taking pictures of our massacre. “Looks like,” he stated as he snapped shots of a gory mess dripping down the wall that used to be someone’s eyeball and brain matter.
Marco dropped the rest of the corpse he’d been feeding on and walked over toward me. “This was fun,” he said, grinning widely.
I nodded. “Speaking of fun…youwon’t be having any tonight.”
“Oh!” Bruce said, turning towards us to eavesdrop.
“Both of you, go. Leave me with your brother,” I said, directing my command to Bruce and Derek.
