Ch. 4

1062 A.D.

I smiled at the young Native American woman as she sat in my lap and slowly slid herself up and down my hard length, her fingers working at her clit as I'd shown her, her eyes heavily lidded as she let out a continuous moan. Leaning in, I captured one of her nipples in my mouth, nibbling and suckling at the nub as my hands ran over her silky smooth skin.

She groaned as I tugged her nipple a bit with my teeth and I grinned before pulling her closer, hands falling to grasp her tight ass as I began to thrust up into her at a much harder and faster pace, causing her to gasp and throw her head back, exposing her throat to my gaze. Burying my nose in the crook of her neck, I smiled as I breathed in her scent. It had taken quite some time, but I was no longer a slave to my hunger. I had control now.

With a sudden growl and speed that only a vampire could claim, I spun her around and pushed her onto her hands and knees, before thrusting into her from behind with increased vigor. Her heart rate sped up from arousal, not fear because of course she and her tribe knew exactly what I was capable of by this point.

Securing my place with these folk had required far less compulsion than you'd have thought, though I had murdered their former shaman before revealing myself, as I feared he would be more magical and more aware of what I was than I was prepared to deal with.

Now that same shaman's apprentice and the eldest daughter of the tribe's Chief was taking my thick hard cock at faster and faster speeds, because she saw my power and sought to attach herself to me. I could appreciate her attempts at manipulation, even if they were more than obvious to me. I could hear her heartbeat getting faster and faster, could hear her panting and how she had to constantly bite her lower lip to hold her screams in.

Grinning I leaned over her, a hand finding its way to her clit, taking over where her own work had left off when I'd forced her to plant her hands firmly on the ground just to keep me from driving her into the ground. Thrusting deeply into her and pinching her clit at the exact same moment, I was rewarded with a high-pitched scream as she hit the edge and went right over it, her body convulsing with her rather violent climax.

She collapsed beneath me, but I wasn't done yet, not by far. Curling a hand around her front to grasp her by the throat, I pulled her exhausted body up against my chest and began to thrust up into her from below, causing her to grunt with each sheathing of my cock inside her nubile young body. Finally I lowered my head to her neck, fangs coming out and sliding into her skin as I bit deep and drank from her. This right here, this feeling of power and this delicious taste, it was euphoric. I reached my own climax like that, drinking slowly from her as I filled her with my seed.

I pulled free of her neck and pushed her forward off of my length causing her to gasp as she fell to the furs below us. Wiping my mouth, I looked down at my handiwork with a slight grin, before biting the tip of my thumb and holding it close to her lips. Ever so slowly, she reached up and brought the bleeding tip to her lips, licking perversely, before swallowing the entire finger in her mouth with a low moan, her tongue swirling around it erotically as she drank the healing liquid.

Eventually I pulled the finger away, but it was long after the bite on her neck had healed. Slowly, she rose off the ground to kneel before me, eyes kept down as she looked to the ground. I couldn't help but smirk at the deference. When I'd first shown myself to the tribe, they'd be understandably hostile and wary of me. When I defeated all of their warriors without taking a single wound it turned to fear of what I was capable of. After I showed that my blood could heal the wounds I'd inflicted on those same warriors, it became respect.

I'd spent the last five years with this tribe, and they still thought I couldn't speak or understand their language. At first I actually couldn't of course, but I was not stupid. I'd taken the time and listened to every word they said to each other. By now I had a good idea of what they were saying, but I had no desire to let them know that, so we communicated mostly through gestures.

Waving a hand dismissively at her, I saw the young woman's eyes flick up to note the gesture, and then watched her stand and turn, wobbling a bit on unsteady legs with a bit of my seed dripping down her thighs. This was how she left the spacious tent the humans had provided me with, completely naked, in all her fresh fucked glory.

I hadn't ordered it that way, but she seemed to think debasing herself would please me for some reason. The fact that she was right didn't truly factor in now did it? My contemplation of this was cut off suddenly however, when I heard the distant sound of battle cries. It would seem the tribe I'd taken refuge with was under attack. Sighing, I stood slowly and rolled my shoulders. I should really deal with that. I wouldn't tolerate threats to my semi-peaceful hedonistic existence.

I snarled as I exited my tent, prepared to do battle only to be brought up short by who I found in the center of the camp. My eyes widened as I took in Mikael in all his Viking warrior glory. He held a bloodied sword, and given that there was three warriors at his feet all missing limbs, figuring out where that blood came from wasn't too hard.

He froze up upon seeing me as well, eyes widening before narrowing, "Vali?" Of course the shock didn't last long before being replaced by anger, and a moment later he'd planted his sword firmly in my stomach, causing me to choke in pain. But neither of us were the mortal men we once were, and I was not the whelp he'd once known. One hand came down on where his two-handed grip held his sword to keep his hands there, and the other curled into a fist, which I slammed into his throat with as much force as I could.

The dirty move did what I hoped and sent him reeling, gurgling from the crushed trachea. Fortunately, my hand and body wouldn't let his sword come with him, forcing him to let go as he stumbled back several steps. I pulled his sword out of my gut swiftly with only a slight grimace and held it loosely at my side even as I finally responded to his earlier question, "Father."

I saw his fingers flex as he slowly straightened, his throat already healed, and I knew in that moment he already had that white oak stake that could kill us. And he was considering pulling it out to use on me. I smiled to hide the fear I felt as I spoke, "Now that we've greeted one another, I hope things can be a bit more cordial between us."

His hands continued to flex as he narrowed his eyes and spoke through grit teeth, "You fled, you abandoned your family." He was still angry, but it seemed he was either unwilling to use the stake on me, or simply wary now of exposing its existence to me.

I smiled pleasantly, "Well, I saw the way things were going. Let me guess, Klaus is a bastard? Mother is dead? The rest of my brothers and sisters have split off and fled in the face of your cruelty?"

Mikael was slowly turning a strange mixture of angry and confused, "How could you possibly know that? You ran off a full week before all of that happened."

I laughed and pointed his sword at him accusingly, "Come Father, was I not always the most inquisitive? Was I not always the one who knew more than he should? When you came to slide this blade through my heart, I knew exactly why. Just as I knew Mother was not faithful to you. There is a reason I never got along with Klaus, that filthy mutt."

I sigh and lower the blade towards the ground again before shaking my head and speaking in my best heartfelt voice, "But I could not stand to betray any of you. I could not stand being there and keeping secrets from you. I could not even consider betraying Mother's secrets either. Father, I left because I love you all too much to choose between you. And now my worst fears have come true. Mother is dead, and by who's hand? Yours?"

I watched as Mikael physically flinched at that accusation before snarling back a response, "No! Niklaus would have you think that, has convinced your brothers and sister of it, but it was him! He tore her heart out of her chest. And I assure you, he will pay for that."

By the end of his little rant he was pointing his finger at me as he promised my elder brother retribution, and I smiled confidently, "I'm sure he will Father. Do you know where my siblings have fled to? I do."

His eyes widen and narrow once more, this time in suspicion, "Of course I don't know where they've gone. If I did, I wouldn't be here, amongst this filth. How can you possibly know where they've gone?"

My smile turns to a smirk as I rest the tip of the sword on the ground and treat it somewhat like a cane, "I'd think it'd be obvious Father. Klaus is afraid of you and if he's convinced the others of his lies, so are they. Where else would they go but back to the old world? They have put a sea between themselves and you."

Mikael seemed to consider this for several long moments before nodding, "There is truth in your words. They have most likely fled across the sea." He paused to think for another moment before continuing, "I will follow, and you will come with me."

I raised an eyebrow inquisitively, even though I'd been expecting such a demand, "I will not Father. I told you, I have no desire to stand with any of our family against each other. Until either you or Niklaus is dead, I will not seek out any of the others."

Mikael clenched his jaw in clear anger, before his eyes seemed to flick around to the tribe who'd been watching us warily. More warriors had shown up, even the Chieftain himself, but they knew that they couldn't handle Mikael and were forced to just stand by while we talked.

In an instant Mikael flashed away before appearing back where he'd been with the Chieftan's daughter in his arms. She'd found clothes at some point in the current madness, but I saw the fear in her eyes as he held her back against his chest, his hand caressing her throat, clearly ready to tear it out.

He sneered, "I can smell you all over this one my son. You clearly care for her. Come with me and leave this filth behind, or I'll slaughter her and everyone here."

I stood stony for a long moment, my eyes locked with Mikael's, before I let a slow smile grow across my face.

"Come now Father. You should know me better than that. Caring? Caring only gets you dead."

Mikael pursed his lips together as he studied me for a long moment. Finally he spoke, "No, I don't believe that Son. I will give you one more chance to concede and come with me. I will not ask so nicely again."

My eyes narrowed at that and silence filled the clearing before my smile turned predatory, "Than believe this Father. Learn this lesson now, lest my bastard brother end up managing to kill you. Never back a monster into a corner."

With that said I moved forward with the blinding speed of our race, sword held poised as I slammed it straight through the girl Mikael held prisoner, and into Mikael himself. Mikael's face was one of shock, while the girl's was one of poignant betrayal. Behind me, I heard the roar of anger and heart break from the Chieftain whose daughter I'd just murdered.

I left the blade inside the girl and Mikael, leaving him free to force it out of the two of them as I turned to the tribe and bared my vamp face, fangs out, eyes blood red. Only now did the Chieftain realize what he was truly dealing with. The look on his face when he figured out that I was not a gift sent by the gods but a demon who'd brought ruin to them all was more than a little enjoyable. After that things moved fast. Mikael managed to get free of his own blade and the Chieftain and every able bodied man in the tribe attacked.

Of course, we killed them all in rather short order. At the end of it, Mikael turned to me, now holding his sword once more and frowned, "You have become cold Vali. You still will not come with me?"

I smirked and stepped closer to him, before holding out the white oak stake that'd fallen free of his vest in the fighting, "Plant this in my bastard brother's heart and avenge my mother, then come find my Father. Until then, I have no family."

Mikael's eyes widen dramatically as he slowly takes the stake from me, placing it back in his vest and nodding slowly, "Very well son. I will put down the abomination and cleanse this taint. Then I will find you."

My smile turns more pleasant this time, "Wonderful. Well Father, I think it's time you were on your way. I have a bit of clean up to take care of after all." We both can hear the frantic heartbeats of the women and children in the tents and Mikael's face twists into a disgusted grimace for half a moment, before he's gone in a burst of speed.

I let out a low sigh of relief once I was sure he was gone. God damn but that was some serious acting. I was rather proud of how I managed to trick Mikael. Luckily for me, it seemed Esther had taken the secret of her second infidelity to her grave. And now I believe I had managed to secure a place as Mikael's current favorite child.

With a snort, I walked over to where the Chieftain's daughter lay dead, and sat on the ground beside her body. I felt a bit bad about what I'd had to do to her. She'd been a decent lay, eager to learn and eager to please. Still, she'd wanted a taste of my power and now she'd have it. Asif she could hear my thoughts, she suddenly woke, gasping in air with eyes wide as she propped herself up on her hands and knees and looked around.

When she saw me, she immediately scrambled backwards in fear, only to bump into the groaning body of one of her people. I didn't remember who, but Mikael or I had torn the arm carrying his bow clean off, and left him to fall where he lay. He'd probably be dead quite soon as it was, but when the girl turned and saw him, her horror only lasted a moment, before her eyes locked on the blood seeping from his wounds.

I watched with interest as she leaned in like she was under a trance and slowly licked up the blood. A moment later her fangs were out and she was feasting on the poor boy, draining him dry. And then she was on the rest of the injured who still lived, even her own father. I watched for several long moments, but it was clear she wasn't regaining control anytime soon.

It was time to move on, but first I wanted to cover my bases. Flashing over to the new vampire, I grabbed her by the throat and forced her to look me in the eye even as she fought against my grip almost instinctively. Then I initiated compulsion, hoping that this would transcend language barriers.

"Hello darling, I really am sorry for all this. Here's what I need from you; You will never seek to harm me or my family. If you ever see me again, you will present yourself for orders. You will do your best to keep the truth of vampires hidden from humans. Do you understand?"

She nodded slowly, pupils dilated, and I was forced to believe that the mind control did in fact go beyond language barriers. With a grim smile I released her, letting her go back to her feast and abandoning the slaughtered camp for greener pastures. Once again it was time to move on.

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