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VAMPIRE PRINCE
This has been percolating in the old brain pan so here it goes.
Robbie and Hathaway from Lewis with a Vampire Prince, except he's not a vampire and he's not a prince. He's still human and he's adopted. He is his father's Adjudicator which is like a cop but they have the power of high, middle and low justice. He is judge, jury and executioner. The thing is they are subjected to massive and torturous ethics training. Once Vampire come out to the public, the prince is sent to learn how to deal with crime in the outside world and he is being mentored by the boys.
The prince is between nine hundred and twelve hundred years old. They are not in anyway christian since the father is more than 3 thousand years old and refuses to worship anyone who is younger than him and who he doubts existed as the other vampires in the region never mentioned him and get offended by people doing the whole 'but god existed before you, didn't he?' thing.
Now the prince was a young babe the first time he met the 'king' while his family in a caravan traveled through the lands, much gypsy-like. They left after a while and a storm came. The Kind heard cries and realized that the caravan had left a few hours ago, when he gets to the well swollen river, he finds the whole caravan gone but hears a cry. In a wooden chest lies the child. In the chest lay books and records. The people of the caravan believed if they could only save one it should be the baby and with him the records of who they were and who he was.
The king adopted the child and raised him. He told his child what the child's true name was and warned him not to share it. When his son was over two hundred, the king shared his own true name. In danger, the prince could call it and his father would come. The prince has many children but no partner. He would lie with a woman who wanted a child but not him as husband, basically being a seed-father and not a house parent. He still paid attention to his children but deferred to their house parents as they actually did the raising. He did have to raise two of them after their house parents died but he never resented that and welcomed them openly and happily. While they did tend to live longer than most, they did not want to be vampire, therefore they only received minimum dosages of blood. When the prince was nineteen, his father shared with him a larger dosage of blood. This caused the prince to halt in his aging.
Prince walked into his father's room, still wringing out his wet hair in to the towel. He loved washing his hair and better even that that, he loved when his father would brush his hair. Wearing only thing sleep pants, he smiled at his father who was lying on his stomach on the bed. His father barely looked like one, face unlined and eyes twinkling. His father barely looked older than he. Or as he appeared to be. King waved his son to sit on a low bench in front of the bed.
Leave it slightly damp, it will be easier to handle."
"Yes, Father." Prince sat down. The fire in the large hearth was crackling and popping, a sweet smell coming from it. "Fir?"
"Spruce. But just let me handle this mess." For the next hour no words were exchanged, just touches and little vocalizations of pleasure or frustration. Soon enough King finished his son's hair and lay it about his shoulder. "No point in tying it up before we go to bed. I wish you to sleep her tonight."
"Truly? I have not done so in years."
"I know and I miss it. Plus we have much to speak about. Come, lay down." Silently they prepared for bed. Prince smiled softly at his father, while they lay down together. His father had snuffed a few candles and banked the fire. Cool hands reached out and pulled him close, laying his head on his father's chest. "You are growing up and soon, if I do nothing you shall die. I fear that. I fear your death as I have raised you, loved you, and possessed you. I am ultimately a very selfish person. I do not wish to leave you and you have told me that you wish to extend yourself by blood.
You know that I gave you blood when you were younger, a few drops here and there to make sure you grew strong. Now you are strong and now I believe you can survive if I give you more than a few drops. But they will change you. You will still be human and stay human until you suffer a mortal blow, then you become a Vampire as I am. But it will extend your life tremendously. Are you prepared for that?"
"No, but I will never change my mind, Father. I am your son. I am your helper. I run the court with you, not because of the power but because I want to be by your side. You are my father and my king, and I hope to be a prince for a very very and most certainly VERY long time."
"And so you shall be. A hand moved to caress his face, as it lay on his father's chest then he heard a soft tearing sound and his father's other hand gripped the back of his tightly and turned it. Blood. Thick and slow moving. It pooled on his lips, he turned his eyes up as far as he could to see his father staring down at his, eyes glowing like twin golden suns. Without another thought, he opened his mouth. His tongue lapped at the pooled blood while his lips covered the cut and he drank and drank and kept drinking. Eyes never wavering. He drank until all he could smell and taste was blood. His hearing was muffled and suddenly it was as if he could drink no more. His father's hand fell back from his head and he was pushed to lay flat. Quicker than he knew, his father had moved to wrap chains about his wrists. They were cushioned inside and covered in some of the softest fur he had ever felt but chains?
A click indicated that his ankles had been chained as well. A leather strap with the same fur as lining but something incredibly soft as stuffing was belted across his waist. He father returned to his side.
"This will be painful. Incredibly, excruciatingly painful but I will stay by your side. I shall not leave. I vow this to you."
Then the ice that had spread from his mouth started to burn.
Prince woke up. His muscles were sore as he moved to place his hand on his forehead. Eyes closed against the brightness of the light. Why his father had so many candles lit he did not know but even he should not be so wasteful.
A soft chuckle from beside him, caused him to turn his head and open his eyes, just a bit.
"Father?" He sat up and almost fell from the bed and would have done so if his father had not caught him.
"Calm yourself, you drank quite a bit. Usually it takes three to five days to change a person to a Dhampir but no... you as usual excelled. You have slept for eleven days. Even if your legs were willing to hold you, you shall need to learn to walk again except this time since you have walked before, you will have a reference to learn from. Right now, you are stunned by the brightness. There are only two candles lit. The one in the necessary and the one across the room on the chest of drawers. Your eyes are seeing with new sharpness and clarity. Right now, I am speaking so softly that most would not even call it a whisper. I have worked with nestlings before. I understand how you feel, but no need to worry. Soon you will be well. However, for the next year you shall see none but me. You shall need to control your actions, your strength and your hunger. You do not need blood but you will desire it. And after serving our people for so long, I would not have you harm them in your new innocence. Nor would you forgive yourself if you did. Now, let's trying standing?"