I shot up with a start, scared and covered in sweat. I had to bite back a curse as my brain felt like it rattled in my head from my abrupt movements. I was a little bit confused, but that was mainly because I could not remember passing out.

I took a look around my friend unfamiliar surroundings and felt my unease grow. My first thought at that moment was where the hell was Nisi, I desperately hoped she was not found out by any guard. Though there was not much they could do to her since she was a gnome and an original inhabitant of the caves, but still I felt anxious for her safety.

The room I was in was huge, it was about half the size of a standard tower in the pit, and it was decorated with various red and purple silk curtains. I was laying down on what could only be described as the most comfortable bed ever created. Not withstanding this was the first bed I have ever laid on in recent memory. The old memories does not count.

The bed spanned an impressive five meters wide and five meters long, I couldn’t help but imagine how many people slept on it each night. It was covered with soft satin sheets that were a deep shade of red, and a very thick blanket made of grey fur.

There was a scent in the air, it was more like a perfume really, but to my sensitive nose I could smell the one component that really made it pleasing; blood. There was a musk to it that I have never experienced before, of course the blood given in the rations was not as fragrant as this. But this scent had something every other drop of blood I tasted since I woke up a vampire didn’t. Life. I was not stupid, or at least I had a general idea of what I was perceiving.

I was drawn out of my thoughts by the sound of someone walking towards me. The curtains functioned as a partition and gave a strange feeling of a maze as it blocked the approaching figure of the owner of the footsteps. It didn’t take long for her to come into view, and my what a sight she was. Purple skin so dark it was almost black, her three inch long ears rose out of long silky strands of silver white hair. And her eyes, her eyes were very familiar. It was the blood red glare that all vampires had. But the fact that it was on an elf made her even more exotic with the assortment of colors that made up her biology.

She had an impressive figure, and she was tall, taller than what I probably guessed to be my 185 cm height, putting her at a 190 or above. She was clad in an assortment of leather cloths that clung to her voluptuous figure in more ways than could probably be explained with any word in my vocabulary. Her long legs seemed to go on forever and her eyes had such intense focus to them, that I was almost sure she could read my mind or see beneath my cloths; though I hope she liked what she saw.

We stared at each other for seconds, minutes, hours I was not really sure, but I was struck and enamored with the beauty in front of me in such a way that, I would have stared at her forever if she’ll let me.

“you are not what I expected.”

Her voice was not what I expected. I thought she would sound like an angel you know, soft and smooth like a summer breeze. Instead she sounded like a lioness, hard, brutal and straight. There was an edge to her voice that added a layer of mysteriousness to her image and a hefty doze of power to her words.

“Well what were you expecting?” I asked her back with a tone more subdued than I thought capable.

She smiled, it was more like a smirk as her lips curved upwards in a lazy tilt and she brought the full brunt if her gaze to mine. Eye to eye.

“I expected you to be handsome, fair skinned, tall and heavily muscled. The only thing you got right was the height, though not as tall as I fantasized but it’ll do. Your dark skin is passable it matches well with your eyes. But your looks are mediocre I will rate it below average or just average enough. You are not built like a mountain but like a stalk of corn. You are muscled but not like a god. All in all you are a disappointing sight for the man who has been the fantasy sweetheart of every elven and vampire maiden for the past five years. So please pardon my disappointment.”

At that moment I did not care how beautiful she was, but I was upset. Something in me would not accept such a description from her. She was completely wrong in her assessment of me, she was maybe mostly right…… or half right…….. OK she was completely right, but that did not give the right to just say those things out loud and look at me like I was some jewelry she was going to buy from a market.

“Listen lady, j don’t know who the hell you are, but did your parents ever taught you any manners. You are much to rude for my liking.”

“my parents are dead, the were killed by a previous warden when I was only five years old. So no my parents never taught me any manners, they were busy being dead.” She replied nonchalantly and almost emotionlessly, if not for the sexy grin she had going on.

But this whole conversation got odd real fast. She seemed rather eccentric and her bringing up of her parents death had put a damper on the special round of scolding I had prepared.

“Uhh…. I’m sorry.” I apologized with a whole less sincerity than I put in my words.

“its okay, I believe this misunderstanding is partly my fault, I never should have said those things about you. Even though they were true, it was still completely discourteous of me to say such things out in the open.”

My anger seemed to rise. This woman had not tact, and was brutally honest. It seemed she lacked a common sense of how to talk to people you meet for the first time. But the fact that she did not think she was fully responsible for the while misunderstanding, or that she absolutely really had no iota courtesy in those extra large breasts of hers that were almost ripping her vest to shreds.

“Who are you?” I asked with a sigh

“Ahh, my name is Xaseah Lis Sarvit the 233 moon priestess of the dark elves, future high queen, and the nineteenth elder vampire of the house of Daesol.”

“Uhh…. What?” I asked, massively confused by the strings of titles.

“Basically I am your queen, or one of them at least so you should respect and fear me.”

“right. Okay then. It was nice meeting you your highness. But I think I should be on my way now. I left a friend back at the mine so I need to go check if she is okay.”

No one could blame me if I thought she was crazy, but I really wanted to stay under the radar of any figure of authority, regardless of which race they came from. I did not know much about dark elves apart from the fact that they are allies with vampires, I have come to understand that both races share a bond that’s thick and deeper than expected. It was not surprising though, some if not all of the greatest bonds are forged in the heat of hardships.

Xaseah was living proof of that bond. She was half vampire half dark elf, but she was strange. Beauty or not she was something I needed to avoid at all cost, at least for the moment. I also needed to get Nisi and get the hell out of here. I had no idea how long I was passed out, and I still need to properly understand how I was able to weave a rune when my mental energy was not enough.

“your gnome friend has been sent back to your tower with some supplies, after I refused to release you into her custody, she was quite adamant about returning. She said you would be able to understand.”

Xaseah interrupted my thoughts as she gave an explanation of Nisi whereabouts, the fact that she knew I was worried about Nisi showed that she might have noticed that Nisi and I had a relationship that was a little bit unusual. I have been made to be unbalanced understand that gnomes are what passed as higher goblins in this prison.

The higher goblins were known as a race of immense greed, with a penchant for over pricing and under pricing whenever it suited them. This race of goblins were a lot smarter than their typical counterparts, taller too and always usually merchants.

Gnomes as far as the prison was concerned were people who only cared about making a profit. No one was spared from this, as both prisoners, guards and wardens were all subjected to the prices the gnomes decided on.

So much like I mentioned before, having a gnome to survey and mine for mineral with a vampire or dark elf was so expensive that I was sure to draw attention to my self. And I think I just did.

“thank you for sending her back safe. I will remember this favor and pay you back in the future. I will now take my leave.”

I thanked her for her help, at least that was a show of common courtesy, but I really needed to get away from her. I did not think any of my secrets were safe anywhere around her. What makes the matter even worse is the fact that I have this overwhelming urge to spill all of my secrets and more. She had a weird aura(not that I could see it)that just seemed to scream dominance, and every cell in my body was screaming at me to submit.

“You owe me more than just a favor, I saved you life and not to mention I know your secret.”

My eyes widened in fright at that moment. Teluna and Nisi had no knowledge of me being a weaver, and that was mostly on my part to keep them safe. They could very well already be in danger just for the fact that they mingled with me. But should they have to carry the burden of my secret, that somehow me, a vampire that was barely a year old had the abilities of the men and women that sat on top of the mountain and overlooked of Shearath. That was a perfect recipe for them to loose their young lives after endless hours of torture.

“I thank you for saving my life, anything I could do to relay you please tell me. But about this secret of mine you say you know. I have no idea what you were talking about.

I was so nervous that my voice croaker, and that tell tale itch that I have come to know and become familiar with for the past year made an appearance. All this interrogation made me hungry, and my frayed nerves had made my fangs poke out of my mouth to rest snugly on top of my lower lip.

“You must be hungry, well let me take care of that for you.”

She clapped her hands three times, and I could hear shuffling beyond the maze of curtains, or were those veils, can’t really be sure they might be the same thing though. My nervousness seemed to hit an all time high as my thoughts wandered all over the place. I was a little relieved that she did not press me for my so called secret. But it still did not make me any less nervous.

Two women appeared from beyond the curtains dragging a man in between them. I payer no attention to both ladies, but to the man who was being dragged between them. He was dressed neatly, in pure white robes like some sort of cleric or a sacrifice. He smelled like he had been bathed in the same perfume as the one I perceived when I woke up in this room. But on him that scent was a whole lot more intoxicating.

He was thin, thinner than normal. He looked so emancipated that single gust of wind could very well blow his body away. The women dragged him over and placed him at my feet, assaulting my senses with that tempting musk and a sound that I have found irresistible since the first day I opened my eyes; the sound of a heartbeat. Or more importantly the sound of a human heartbeat. My fangs ached as my hunger began to rise, it pushed aside every other thinking faculty I had currently working in my head and goaded me to go for the kill. To sink my fangs into that very visible vein that pulsed steadily at the crook of his neck. I felt Xaseah lean against me and breath softly into my ears, coupled with my hunger I could not help but be aroused.

I felt her lick me, if it was in a different situation I would have reacted differently, but her seductive moves only added to the intensity of my hunger. Then without standing on ceremony I pounced, I sunk my fangs deep into his neck, and I felt it flow. Gods it was wonderful, such taste, such texture. It tasted like nothing and everything. Like immortality in an endless pool of ecstasy. This blood, his blood, human blood was divine, I felt it fill me up, strengthen me. My sense were sharper and the pleasure I felt at that moment was so much more than should be possible. I felt and heard Xaseah whisper into my ears.

“This is just a little gift as a commemoration of our meeting. There’s nothing you want here that I won’t be able to provide for you. All you have to do is say the word, and I mean this from the bottom of my very black heart. It’s an esteem pleasure meeting you my lord Kael Cor, the first Vampire WEAVER of Shearath. I look forward to working with you.”

Somehow in my haze of pleasure I knew I had been played. Human blood was just so addictive that she knew I would definitely be back for more. I had no idea how she procured the human, or the fact that she now had more cards to play with in her hands. But I didn’t care, I just lost my self In the frenzy of my feeding, in the euphoria I felt as his heart began to slow down, steadily and surely. Until all I had left was a filled stomach and a cold corpse.