The Vampire Kings Feeder

.*Emory*

My stomach is tight, like a fist, as I follow my parents up the walkway to the monstrosity of a stone fortress known as Castle Graystone. Lighting illuminates the sky overhead, which seems to fit perfectly with the scene, though it’s not raining—not yet anyway. Something tells me there’s about to be a shift in the atmosphere, and as my black boots hit the ancient wood of the drawbridge that has bidden entrance here for upward of a thousand years, I can feel the electricity in the air.

Thunder rolls across the blackened sky, the boom echoing deep within me. Lola clutches my hand more tightly and lets out a little whimper. “It’s okay,” I tell her, forcing a smile to my lips. “Everything is just fine.”

She looks up at me, her wide green eyes filled with anxiety, and her head rocks back and forth, but I know she doesn’t believe a word I’ve said. Why should she? I don’t believe it either.

On my other side, Coit walks more confidently. At seventeen, my brother is the epitome of the cocky male, ready to attack anyone and everyone who might seem a threat to him. The only problem is, he has yet to meet his wolf, so against the likes of these bloodsucker, he’d be as good as dead in a matter of seconds.

Even now, I feel their ocean eyes on us as we make our way to the other side of the bridge. My father gives pause, looking up at the mammoth doors that have already been thrown open for us. Castle Graystone is welcoming our party in the same way a shark invites its prey, with a smile, and even though this meeting has been arranged as a way to finally make peace between our two warring sides, the fact that we were only allowed to bring five warriors along with our family feels a bit like a death sentence.

The bloodsuckers would destroy all of us, eat us for dinner and leave us drained and writhing on the floor while our bodies, desperate for any sort of life saving liquid, slowly cease to function.

A shudder goes down my spine thinking of it.

My father had called us all into his office late last night, sat us all down, and explained to us that we were going to Castle Graystone to meet with the Vampire King. He’d said it was time to find a way to peacefully solve our differences. Coit had flown off the handle, as had Darius, who walked behind me now with his parents, his dad, Jace, being my father’s Beta.

They’d demanded we continue the fight to the bitter end, but my father lamented the loss of so many lives these past ten years or more, saying that we had reached the unprecedented threshold of one hundred thousand dead wolves—and that was enough. No more.

Now, he will negotiate the peace with the Vampire King, and we will comply. Whether or not they had already come to those terms or not, I am not sure, but I’ve gotten the impression all but one small detail has been worked out. I’ve seen loads of our natural resources being shipped out over the last few weeks, timber, coal, precious gemstones, even tankers of natural gas, items we need to survive, items we sell to other packs to keep ourselves able to buy other necessities. Why would the vampires need those things? Perhaps to sell them themselves? I don’t know the details of the war. I only know that we are losing.

And as I step foot into Graystone, Lola’s sweaty hand in mine, I realize that I had been wrong. We weren’t losing—we have lost.

My boots are loud as I follow my father, flanked by two of our warriors. My mother’s slippers hardly make a sound. She is no warrior. She is crying even now. I know all of this has been so difficult for her. When I think of everything my father has put her through, I have to wonder why they were still married.

Mates. They are mates. It is the madness of the Moon Goddess that had brought them together and makes them stay.

At the sound of the word reverberating through my head, I turn and look at Darius. He is twenty-one. He should’ve met his mate by now, if she is old enough. The fact that he hasn’t makes me wonder if our suspicions are true.

Was it me?

I won’t be twenty-one for six more months. Then, maybe we will know for certain.

It will only be fitting that we would be, considering our stature in the pack. I will be Alpha one day soon, when my father retires, and Darius will be my Beta.

“Emory,” Lola whispers, bringing me out of my head. “Look at the paintings.”

My eyes follow her gaze up the walls of the hallway we are marching down, and I wish I hadn’t looked. More importantly, I wish her twelve-year-old eyes had been spared the gruesomeness. Vampires in various poses sucking the life out of other creatures—mostly humans or creatures in their human forms—but occasionally, one of the massive portraits on the wall shows something else, like a vampire with their three-inch-long barred fangs sunk into the neck of a wolf. Those are even more disturbing than the portrayals of humans, which could’ve been us in our two-legged form. We know for a fact that these vampires won’t think twice about ripping our throats open.

One painting in particular catches my eye, perhaps because the woman looks so very much like me. Long red hair flowing down her back in soft curls, her emerald eyes looking directly at the painter, her face pristine and unmoving as a man with black hair almost as long as hers prepares to sink his fangs into her neck.

She is nude, holding a blanket up to cover her breasts as the rest of the fabric falls between her legs so that her thighs are exposed. He is shirtless but wearing black pants. It is clear they are in a bedroom, and I have to wonder if perhaps she isn’t afraid because she knows he will not kill her—not on purpose anyway. Maybe they have an understanding, and she’s come to trust him over the many times he has swallowed down her sacred waters of life.

Maybe this woman is a feeder.

“Emory?”

It isn’t Lola speaking my name this time; it is my father. We are coming to a stop in front of a large set of doors, and he wants to make sure that I am paying attention. I lock eyes with him and nod. If this goes badly, my warrior training will have to help us to escape. Perhaps I haven’t met my wolf yet, but that doesn’t make me incapable of fighting.