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"YOU look like hell, KING Brother." Avery greets ME.

"Have You learned anything?" I ignore Him, MY Strength depleted.

"When was the last Time YOU had a Meal, Xavier?" He Questions.

"The QUEEN, Avery." I press further. "What have You learned?"

"Selene has befriended HER." Avery Answers.

"GOOD." I Breathe a sigh of relief. "What else?"

"SHE has Been having Dreams." He replies.

"Dreams?" I Ask with Intrigue.

"That now involve Our Mother." He grins.

"It is too easy." My brow furrows.

"YOU are not thrilled.." Avery observes. "Have I missed something, Xavier?"

"Lay the groundwork, Brother." I Command of Him.

"So soon?" His eyes grow colder. "It is unlike YOU to haste YOUR Way through. I thought YOU rather enjoyed the hunt."

Enraged, I grab Him by the throat and pull Him down to His knees. "You dare to question MY Decision?" I growl in a low, threatening tone.

His eyes darken, but He makes no movement. Quietly, He waits. I stare, challenging Him to answer MY question.

Finally, I release His neck. Avery slowly rises until We are at eye level. "I will lay the trap, My KING." He replies.

"What else?" I push further.

"As YOUR Advisor, I strongly suggest YOU eat a meal." He answers before offering a slight bow of the head.

"I have." I State firmly.

"Then why.." Avery begins before I cut Him off.

"I am not certain." I interrupt. "It began shortly after Her VISION."

"Mother's?" He asks confused.

I nod. "Yes."

"I Do not Understand, KING Xavier." He answers.

"The peak has lost its seasoning." I reply bluntly.

"How is that possible?" Avery stares at ME, shocked.

"I Believe it has something to Do with Our QUEEN." I Answer.

"You are going to fuck HER." He States plainly.

"I Plan to Do more than that." I grin darkly.

"I Do not Understand." He shifts uncomfortably.

"Do not Concern Yourself with such nonsensories, Dear Brother." I smile wickedly. "In TIME, We will come to See The TRUTH."

Confoundment muddles His face. "So Be it, My KING." He answers.

"We Shall set the pieces in Motion tonight." I reply. "If You Need ME, I Will Be in MY Villa."

He nods as I turn to leave. "I shall have the Report shortly."

"GOOD." I Commend Him. "And Avery."

"Yes, KING Brother."

"Send for Peysley." I Say. "I am in Need of a few of Our finest bottles."

Shock etches His face. "YOU will feed from the past?"

"The Women have Become useless." I grimace.

"Have YOU tried Men?" He smirks shamelessly.

"I ache only for this.. QUEEN, Avery."

He arches His brow in disbelief. "How is this Possible?"

"The Prophetess is more suited to Answer Your Questions." I Breathe in frustration.

"Damn." Avery groans. "Fuck Mother and Her VISIONS."

"Just lay the fucking trap and get ME a Meal, Avery." I growl and storm away.

***

"My KING." Peysley bows as he enter the Grand Hall of the Villa. He carries a gold platter filled with seven ancient bottles. The slenderness of the blue glass glints in the Sunlight pouring in through the open aired room. A small popping sound echoes against the golden walls as he opens the first.

"Leave it." I Command.

"Yes, My KING." He bows again, setting the open bottle back upon the tray before exiting the Villa.

Slowly I walk towards the bottles, eyeing the single crystal glass casting Rainbows across the room. Grabbing the bottle, I draw a long pull from its mouth.

The warmed liquid trickles down MY throat. "Anguish." I Breathe into the bottle, downing the rest. It is not orgasmic, but it will fill the void.. for now.

I feel MY body relax as the blood rushes through MY veins, replenishing MY vessel. I open another bottle and swallow, draining it in less than three swigs. Parched, I work MY way through the contents of each bottle until finally, I am fulfilled.

"I crave HER." I Whisper to MY SELF. I do not even Know HER Scent, yet the Thought of ME sinking MY fangs into HER Beautiful pale skin has ME thirsting for more.

I glance at the empty bottles. "Damn.." I groan. "All out."

A knock at the door resounds.

"Enter." I call out.

Avery steps into the Grand Hall and stares at MY unusual stance - hunched over the tray of empty bottles, disheveled hair - like an addict unable to Satiate the itch.

"I brought YOU a pallet." He cautiously States as He sets a large crate of clinking blue bottles down.

Saying nothing, I stride over to the crate and pull out another bottle. Another two. Another three.

Avery watches carefully as I discard each, reaching for a fourth, a fifth.

He hesitates before He speaks. "How many have YOU had, My KING?"

"Including this bottle?" I raise the bottle to MY lips, emptying its drink. I Sigh a Deeply in Appreciation. "That would make eleven."

"YOU look Better." He answers. "How many more do YOU need?"

"Seventeen." I bluntly state.

"Bottles?" He raises His brow.

"Crates." I say in between gulps, more than halfway through the crate.

"Fuck, Xavier." He looks at ME with unease.

"I assume You are not here to Discuss MY Needs." I brush His dumbfounded commentary aside with a wave. "What news do You bring?"

"The plan has been laid. I suspect it is only a matter of days." He reports.

"Days.." I Breathe, placing MY forefinger and thumb and massaging MY temples. "Is there enough?" I Ask Him.

"There will Be." He answers.

I nod. "Only the criminals, Avery." I Tell Him.

"Yes, My KING."

"Start with the worst of them and work Your way through."

"Of course, KING Brother." He Agrees. "Would YOU prefer it fresh or clean?"

"Fresh, but I Best take it clean." I reluctantly Answer.

Avery eyes ME Inquisitively. I Sigh. "You Remember Father when HE left Her."

"Do YOU Think HE LOVED Her, Xavier?" He asks ME.

"LOVE?" I laugh bitterly. "More like Need."

"What is the difference?" He once again Questions.

"You are Asking ME?" I scoff half-heartedly. "Is that not Your field of expertise?"

"Whatever it was, HE Realized too late." He deflects the question.

"Indeed." I Sigh. "Keep ME abreast on the progress of Selene."

"Yes, KING Brother." He bows His head.

"And have Peysley ready MY ship. When her word arrives, I will Be Ready to leave." I continue.

"Anything else, My KING?" He asks ME.

"Bring Our Mother to ME." I Say.

"Agreed." He turns to leave.

"Do not forget the crates." I Remind Avery before He exits MY Villa.

"Indeed." He calls back as the door closes.

Alone again, I let out a sharp exhale, running MY fingers anxiously through MY hair. Images of a stunningly freckled redhead with emerald green eyes fill MY head. My cock bursts to Life and the now familiar feeling of malnourishment begins to set in.

"What are YOU doing to ME?" I cry out into the air.