“A pretentious Asshole” Aaron snorted at Damianus' question.
“Aaron” Michael called in a warning.
“I am sorry, my leader” Aaron said in apology and he turned away to look out the window. One could see that the mere mention of the Unclan angered him and Damianus wondered why that was the case.
“Aaron here is a stickler for rules, as I am sure you must have noticed,” Michael said to Damianus with a smile “And the Unclan is the opposite of that” he explained.
“Oh?” Damianus said with a smile as he leaned back in his chair to listen.
“That term is what we use generally for a group of vampires that had chosen not to live the conservative lowkey life. They are everywhere in Santa Eyre and all over the world now. They engage in politics and make friends freely with humans. Throw lavish parties”
Michael sighed “All in all, they found it inelegant and out-of-character that we would choose to live in seclusion like this” he smiled slightly “One even said to my face that I was a coward for suggesting that he shouldn’t feed randomly on humans”
“Really? I am sure he realised the folly of speaking thus to you, didn’t he?” Damianus asked with a smile.
Michael smiled back with a reminiscent look in his eyes “I am sure he would think twice before saying such a thing to anyone ever again”
“Good,” Damianus said with satisfaction. “Now about this party…”
“Yes, he just formed a kind of cooperation with a human tycoon. The human of course does not know who he was. Or maybe he does” Michael mused thoughtfully before looking up at Damianus with a sheepish smile “Really, I have stopped trying to understand those people and their way of doing things. Of course, I know all there is to know about them but I mostly give them a wide berth and don’t concern myself much with their activities”
“One shouldn’t even touch them with a mile-long pole” Aaron muttered from where he stood.
Damianus raised his eyebrows as he looked at Aaron’s rigid back. “Okay, I think there is more to Aaron’s dislike of these unclans that goes deeper than concerns about their lifestyle”
“You can say that again,” Jerrard said quietly, almost as if he was talking to himself.
Aaron’s eyes snapped to Jerrard just as Damianus' eyes sparkled with interest “What was it?” he asked.
Jerrard didn’t say anything as he was looking apologetically at Aaron.
“Oh for God’s sake” Sky, answered as he rocked on the balls of his feet “It is not as if it is a capital secret or anything. One of them took Aaron’s girlfriend who prefers the free, unfettered lifestyle they live to ours. No sweat”
“Thank you, Sky,” Michael said sarcastically.
“You are well…aah,” he said when he realised that Michael was being sarcastic. He looked briefly at Aaron’s forbidden look as his bushy eyebrows set together in annoyance. Sky wisely shut his mouth.
Michael shook his head “Suffice to say that few of us have a grudge or the other about them. That brewed no animosity though. They are our people”
“Not mine” Aaron responded instantly then he looked at Michael’s forbidden look “Of course they are our people” he backtracked.
Damianus mused about Aaron’s behaviour and wondered if his attitude might end up being a problem later but then he dismissed that notion. Better to take things one at a time. He would form his opinions of them all in time. Michael inclusive. Though, the little he could see about the New Order clan leader showed him as a stable fellow. He would be a good head to have at his corner when it comes to dealing with what was to come.
“Seemed to me like we have gone off track again,” he said quietly.
“Yes, pardon me, please. The party is holding this evening. The man hosting it is known for throwing one of the most lavish parties here in Santa Eyre. You should attend”
“Gladly” Damianus pictured what the party could be like and he came up short. He remembers the last party he had in the World of Origins though and he knew that it couldn’t be much different. Different worlds or not. Parties were all about people coming together and making merry after all.
“Good,” Michael said with a clap of his hand. “You will be attending with Mathew”
“Mathew?” Damianus asked at the same time that Jerrard said “He said he did not want to attend”
“Mathew is my twin brother” he answered Damianus “And he will attend. If he knew that it was for the good of the clan”
“I don't understand”
“My brother wants nothing to do with leadership. He doesn’t get involved with Clan business that much. He had rather be in his studio working on his art. Well, the Unclan commissioned art for his human partner and Mathew was the one that did the honours. He invited Michael to this exclusive party but he did not want to go. It is different now though. Mathew would do it because I asked him to”
“I can’t wait to meet him,” Damianus said.
He informed them of his desire to explore the city on his own before the party. After the unification feast, he was introduced to Mathew, who had an uncanny resemblance to his brother. One could see the difference in their personality though. Mathew had nothing of the charisma that his brother had.
Damianus set out on his exploration of the city after being given directions to the venue of the party, in case he came back late so he could just meet Mathew there.
“Oh shoot,” Sky said the moment Damianus left and Mathew had gone back to his studio.
“What?” Bo asked.
“We forgot to tell him they have a dress code,” Sky said as he rushed out to see if he could still catch up with Damianus. No such luck though.
He came back with a shake of his head “He is gone”
“That is nothing to worry about,” Michael said “I will inform Mathew to take another pair of clothing with him. He would simply meet him at the entrance and find a place for him to change”
They all agreed that would be a good idea.
Little did they know.
Damianus had such an enjoyable time exploring the flourishing city of Santa Eyre. The more he looked around, the more difference he could detect about this world and that which he was used to. The World of Origins had everything over this one when it comes to the supernaturals but they could learn a lot from this world when it came to architectural brilliance and many other inventions that he couldn’t even begin to understand.“All in good time though,” he said to himself as he mused about the people whom he already met and the new name he was advised to take.Damien. He sounded it out and it didn’t sound too bad. Though it sounded strange to his ears, he knew that he would get used to it as time went on.Damien. Damien of the Human world. He could see the humour in the situation after all. When in the world of the origins, he was Damianus but here in the world of humans and their beautiful people who seemed to be in a hurry to get somewhere; he would be Damien, a nobody to most of t
After laughing for a while, the guy pinned a glare on him “Okay, loser. That is enough entertainment for the day. Get your poor face out of here now before you make me lose my job”He said dismissively and he turned to join his partner who was checking people’s invitation cards at the entrance. A red haze coloured Damianus' vision and he felt like snapping the guard’s burly neck as he followed him. His master’s warning rang clear in his mind though and he gritted his teeth before saying in the most pleasant tone he could summon “I am not…”The guard swung the baton in his hand behind him without looking back to see where it would hit him. Damianus who never thought that was a possibility reacted late. Even though the baton missed his head, it cracked against his shoulder.The pain was nothing to Damianus but the humiliation was. That would be the first time anyone would strike him, not even his master had ever done that. He felt a primal urge to sink his fangs into the bastard’s neck
“Michael, he is not here yet,” Mathew said with a sigh into the phone.He listened for a while to what his brother was saying on the other end and he shook his head while adjusting his horn-rimmed glasses. “You know I didn’t want to come but you made me. I would do anything for the clan but you know I don’t like being around this many people. Now the person I came here for is not even here”He stepped back into the corridor of the entrance where he stood to dodge the strobing lights of reporters.“Can I just come back and wait for him over there? He might not even be interested in coming over again and he is probably on his way back home”He paused as he listened to what Michael was saying on the other end. “I should look for him? My God, do you know how ridiculously big this place is? I have no idea how many entrances led to this place and the main area is flooded with reporters now. I…”He paused and stepped aside to let someone pass into the hotel. He nodded toward the person and t
Damianus wondered when this humiliation would end as he looked back to see three lavishly dressed young men strolling towards them. The one in the lead seemed to be their leader as two others followed him behind.The leader was all dressed in Hermes customised clothing, Oxford's high-polished shoes and a pricey Patek-Phillipe watch that was well on display as he had his hands in his pockets.His followers were dressed in Louis Vuitton products as none of them dared dress fancier than the heir of the Bentall Business Empire, Ashton Bentall.Ashton gave Damianus a distasteful look without acknowledging the manager’s greeting. The person who spoke before was the boy to the left. He still had a grin on his face as he sized up Damianus. Damianus was truly at a disadvantage standing beside these rich kids. Not only was his old-fashioned clothing so dowdy beside their luxurious, high-brand wear. It was nothing to write home about and they have never set their eyes on such type of old-schoo
“Did he just say, leader?” Zach whispered to Collins as Mathew rushed off to Damianus’ side.“No, you must have heard him wrong” Collins replied as he gave Mathew a once-over, dismissing him as someone unimportant. His parents had never mentioned the hornrimmed man who looked more like a schoolteacher before after all.“I am so sorry” Mathew begged Damianus when the latter said “It took you long enough”“I was standing at…” he knew he shouldn’t talk about the door that the supernaturals passed into the venue because of the present company so he merely repeated “I am sorry. I stood at the wrong place” then he sized up the situation on the ground and asked, “Is everything alright?” With his eyes on Ashton’s confused face, he asked “Did anybody disrespect you?”“Well, I was about to be carried like a sack of Jicama and dumped on the sidewalk” Damianus answered with a drawl.“Ji…what? What is he talking about? I told you he is weird” Sybil whispered to Laura, who shushed her as she won
Michael apologized over and over again to Damianus when he got back to The Abode. That was the name the vampires of New Order gave their underground city. Damianus dismissed his apologies and told him that he couldn’t have known that would be the outcome anyway. Then he asked about the history of the men he met at the hotel. He of course knew that the Unclan was one of them. His deductive powers were unlike any other and being an Originer, he could detect one of his kind from miles away. He was interested though in the economic power that the man wielded. From the little he had seen of the human world, he knew that their rich were snobbish and the boy’s father wouldn’t have demanded that his boy apologized if the Unclan was not a man of affluence. “He is the CAC chairman” Michael explained. Then he explained what CAC was about. They were sitting out on the porch of Michael’s house after Mathew had excused himself. The bungalow was modest for a man of Michael’s worth and when Dam
Damianus accepted Michael’s suggestion that his rare white hair should probably be dyed to avoid any targeting from others and his mode of dressing would need to change as well. Not to something so extravagant of course since he would be applying for the position of a gardener.They have already responded to the gardener advert as Sky helped Damianus with the use of the gadget called a cellphone. They received an instant reply that asked Damianus to come in the following morning to report to the Macmillan's butler for screening.Sky offered to go shopping with Damianus because he knew where all the good stuff was and Michael offered him his card when they were leaving the following day. “Only as a loan” Damianus insisted.“I will repay you one day. After all, I am a working-class man now” Damianus said with a smile and Michael agreed. He had no intention of collecting the money back but he understood that the leader felt the need to pay his way and he respected that.The first place
The man’s eyes widened a bit when he finally took a good look at Damianus for the first time. He had never seen such a beautiful man before. His hair might look weird and his clothing…did he get that from a trash can? But his eyes. He felt his cock twitch when he got a good look at his rare blue eyes. A lascivious smile curved his lips and his grey eyes lightened a bit in his soft, pampered face. His hands went automatically to smooth back his dishwater blond hair as he could already picture the young man on his knees in front of him… then he remembered that he just dared to butt into his business. The bastard might be passably attractive but he was not allowed to talk when he was talking. Especially in that cheap, old clothing that was poorer than what his mother gave out in her ridiculous charity drive. How dare the pauper even breathe when he was breathing?“Who the hell are you?” he asked in anger when he saw that Damianus was not looking away in fear like many do.Damianus, who
Months Later...Damien stood in the palace of Santa Eyre. He was looking down through a concealed portico at the people down in the palace waiting room.The creme de la creme of Santa Eyre was down there. All of them were waiting for him to see them on one issue or the other. It had been the routine for Damien for the past months now. There had been a lot to deal with, after their encounter with Ulric. The King's burial had been an international affair. King Saldus had been a very influential and well-beloved king. Presidents of countries, well-known CEOs all over the world, and dignitaries from different continents were in Santa Eyre, for days, to celebrate the dead king.They all believed that the king had died peacefully in his sleep. Only Damien and his inner circle knew that there was more to the king's death. There had been a dark essence to his chakras. Damien still couldn't come to terms with how much Ulric took from them. The call Allan received after the battle with Ulric,
Total darkness filled the whole house as the power supply went off all of a sudden. The only silhouette that could be seen was the dark mass gathering again in the middle of the room. It was so massive and tall that it seemed like a giant was forming out of it. The witches rallied together and a spark of fire ignited above them to conquer the dark. Light could be seen from afar but the immediate environment of Damien’s house was as dark as the void itself. “I will purge you abominations from this earth!” came the terrifying voice of Ulric as the darkness swirled around the lights and they all went out again. One of the witches screeched, and by the time the magic light was lit again, she could be seen grabbing her throat, as blood poured out of her mouth and sunken eyes. “We need to take this motherfucker out!” Liam shouted and the rest were right with him. Damien took the lead as they charged the dark mass again. Damien released the orb and every protective substance he had in t
Everyone in the room looked at each other as the mocking voice of the man they all knew, had heard of, and heard of resounded throughout the house. The distortion to his voice was horrid and the frightening element in it was only causing more fear in those around. Only the leaders were still stoic. The soldiers were half paralysed with fright as King Saldus went on and on to describe explicit ways that they would all be obliterated that night. Exactly at 11:58 pm, the voice stopped talking and Isabella’s phone exploded right there in the middle of the room. It was charred beyond recognition. A blast of wind rocked the shingles of the house. Suddenly, the witches all exclaimed “Stench of the underworld” A knock sounded at the door at exactly 12:00 am. They all looked at each other and beneath the bravado, was a hint of apprehension. They all knew that they might not come out of this alive. Still, the witches flung the door open by magic and someone tumbled inside. Even as everyone
Sky did not wake up immediately. Morgan tried to wake him up but she eventually looked up at Damien and others. “I think he used up his vitality. Ulric did something else with Sky that he had never done with any other host before. He used him up. He might…he might never wake up” she said with a sigh of defeat. “No, no. that is not possible. Do something leader. You have to do something!” Michael said in desperation. Damien knew that but then he thought of the fact that Ulric might want to use Sky’s condition as a distraction for them while he strike from elsewhere. Damien was the head of the group and their link make them strong together, just as he make them vulnerable together as well. If Damien was caught in the realm while trying to heal Sky, any damage done to him at that moment will affect the whole group as well. He was sure that Ulric had a plan to do something to them while they were trying to heal Sky. Though it was difficult for him to do; he had to ask “How long can he
“You changed her?” Michael confronted Damien the moment he got back to the house. He had to teleport Laura back with him since she was still very much out of it. He had just placed her in his room, where Morgan and Isabella were keeping an eye on her when Michael confronted him just as he came out of his suite.Here we go. He thought. Anger welled in him for the reminder of his guilt. He respected Micahel for being a stickler for rules but at the moment, he did not care to be reminded that he had failed to protect his woman. He did not need the clan leader to rub more salt unto his wound. Not at all.“If you have a thing to say, just say it,” Damien said as he bypassed Michael on his way to the main floor.“If I…” Michael paused in disbelief then he lengthened his stride to meet up with that Damien. “If I have a thing to say? We never change humans. You know how precarious they could be and you went to turn one of them?”“She is one of us now,” Damien said as he turned back to face hi
Sybill Macmillan couldn’t believe what was happening! When Andrea called her to inform her, she thought that her bratty sister was just acting up. Truth be said, Andrea didn’t appear as bratty as she used to be. Sybill felt it must have to do with the fact that she didn’t have to see her daily anymore. It had all started long before Sybll left for school. Andrea had capitalised on her invitation to the palace by the king, an invitation orchestrated by that nobody. Damien. Sybill still couldn’t think of him without distaste in her mouth but she didn’t dare say any of her thoughts aloud.Who could have thought that a mere gawking, gardener? A good-for-nothing would turn out to be a prince. A referred prince for that matter that the whole of Santa Eyre and its environs had become submissive to. Sybill snorted as she remembered the rumour she had once heard that the king intended to pass the throne to Damien. Sybill doubted if the king would be so dumb to do such a thing. Why would a man
Laura’s awakening was messy, to say the least. She woke up hours later feeling disoriented, groggy and out of it. It took her a while to recognise Damien. Then she blurted out “I love you” thoughtlessly. In the next moment, she was shouting bout feeling so thirsty, then she started pulling at her hair and agitating about hating her skin. Her clothes felt too tight. Her head hurt and she felt like she would die if she did not eat something.Damien knew what was happening. Despite how much he wanted to ignore it, the inevitable couldn’t be denied. Laura had become a vampire and if he did not do something about it, she would die within the first hour of her awakening. He tried to talk to her during that moment to see if she would rather choose to die than become a fully-formed vampire, yet it was like singing a lullaby to a deaf kid. She could hear him. She seemed to have some iota of consciousness but she was not comprehending what he was saying.“Okay, okay. Can I eat now?” was the ans
It finally dawned on Damien why Sky/Ulric wanted him to see him draining the life out of Laura. It was just so he could make a difficult decision or live eternally with the guilt of causing the death of the girl that he only belatedly realized he loved. Tears trailed down Morgan’s face as she stood up. “It is no use. I…I can’t do it. There is nothing to draw from. I can’t heal her.” She spread her bloodied hands to the sides as anguish soaked her voice. “My hands are filled with her blood, and I can’t bring her back. I was supposed to be better than this”“Now, now. You shouldn’t beat yourself up, A Ghra. This is not your fault” he looked straight at Damien over Morgan’s head “This mess was not for you to sort”“What the hell did you just call me? How can you be so cold and glib right now?” Morgan lashed out at him. “An innocent girl is dying for God’s sake. She did nothing wrong! She is dying and there is nothing I can do. That… bastard drained her lifeblood. He wanted us to watch h
Laura called him in the wee hours of the following morning. He almost couldn’t believe his eyes as the true caller on his phone identified the number. The call brought back the memory of the kiss they had shared and the messy feelings that seemed to take hold of him whenever he heard her name or that of anyone related to her. “Laura?” he called her name like a question. “You are…”“Awwn, isn’t this sweet?” everything stilled inside Damien as he heard Sky’s voice. Fuck it! He yelled in his mind, knowing immediately that damage had been done. If not, why would…Laura!“What have you done to her, Ulric?” Damien asked instantly.“Ulric? Who is that? There is only your buddy, Sky, here. Remember me?” Sky’s horrid tone said over the phone.Damien quelled all forms of imagination that wanted to come to his head about what could have happened to her as he said calmly “She has nothing to do with this. I thought you were said to be a wise man. Surely, you must know that she is a human and she i