4
The train stopped a short while later at Sanguis 11. The vampire settlement was a small, dusty and dirty looking town. As it was night, Ansel and Edmund took a walk around the streets. Kat went along with them as she knew she would be safe in their company. Rubago remained behind on the train, deciding she had to learn more about the prophecy. She was on her way back to her bedroom when the conductor, Milo, crossed her path.
“Ah, Miss Rubago.” He said with a wide and warm smile. “I trust you are well? Does the lady not fancy stretching her legs and seeing the sights?”
Rubago could only chuckle. “I wouldn't like to spend too much time here Milo, judging by the sights from this window.”
Milo peered out the window and looked upon the scene. Featureless square buildings crumbled into streets of mud. A gaunt beggar lay on the station floor, his eyes heavy with fatigue. The creature looked as if he were starving to death.
“What happened here?” She asked, while looking into the hollow eyes of the man on the platform.
Milo’s warm smile dropped. “The plague, the famine… it hit the town three months ago. Things haven’t been the same since it started.”
“Plague?”
“Yes. It's contaminated the humans. The vampires here are starving.”
“Humans don’t just die, modern medicine makes sure of that. What is this plague called?”
“People call it… Black Fang.”
“And it's killing humans?”
“No, vampires kill infected humans, to stop the virus from spreading further. The plague itself doesn’t harm humans, it turns their blood into a toxin. It’s undetectable, and once the vampire has ingested it, it is too late. They starve from the inside out. Look at their teeth.”
Rubago looked out the window at the starving man. His teeth were black like coal.
“Why?”
Milo shrugged. “A consequence of the thirst. Once they drink from contaminated humans, they starve to death in a week. No amount of blood is enough to sustain them.”
A group of travelers walked past the man, giving him a wide berth. “As far as we can tell it's not contagious, but it’s becoming more problematic with every passing day. At first it was one or two, but now I hear of a dozen cases every week.”
She took one final look at the starving vampire. A chill passed down her spine, and she hurried back to her room. Once she was there, she slammed her door shut and locked it with a sharp twist of her wrist.
A plague? What on earth? Disease didn't affect vampires, and she'd never heard of anything like this before now. Was it possible this had something to do with the prophecy?
“I’ve had enough of not having answers.”
She stripped and dropped her gypsy dress to the floor to reveal her nude mocha skinned body. She climbed onto the bed and knelt on her calves while summoning her cards over to her in the air. With a few calculated moves of the hand, the cards whipped around in a spiraling figure of eight pattern. As their speed increased, she saw the vision of her Elder Queens opening, until they were there in front of her, almost clear as day. The cards continued to circle in the air vertically, bordering the vision like a frame. In the picture were the three hooded witch queens.
“What is it you want child?” A voice asked.
“The prophecy. I need to know more.” Rubago said. “Let me see the hallways of prophecy. I want to know what I’m fighting here!”
“You do not have enough energy to offer us.” A second voice said from under a dark shroud. “You know what you must do.”
Before she could protest, the cards fell to the bed and became instantly lifeless. The hallways of prophecy required a significant magical tribute, if she wanted to enter, she needed to offer more. Rubago had been trying to summon the power within her naturally, harboring and saving her force—but it still wasn’t enough. She knew what she had to do.
After a short walk down the train to visit Milo Prince once more, Rubago requested he delivered a male blood servant to her room. Her request confused Milo, and he failed to understand why a witch needed a blood slave, but he was more than happy to oblige upon receiving payment. Slaves were slaves after all.
“He’ll be through in a minute.” Milo said. “Are you sure you don’t want to pick one yourself?”
With a shake of her head, she made her way back. It didn’t matter who the slave was, the only thing that mattered is that he had a dick. It was on her way back down the carriage that she spotted the mysterious hooded vampire who had been sharing the train with them all this time. The man sat in the dining carriage alone at a booth, his body spread across two seats. There was a short glass of blood on the table in front of him. As she neared, she saw the luminous red glint of his eyes from underneath his hood. Power. He was the only other vampire on the train with strength and speed like Ansel and Edmund. His twinkling reds focused on her momentarily. The scent of earth, blood and something else altogether wafted through the surrounding air.
Back in her room once more, she closed the door, but didn’t lock it this time. She didn’t have to see the bright red eyes of that vampire to know he was a Super. Power radiated from the man in raw sheets, thrusting the air out around him and projecting into every corner of the carriage. Whoever he was, there was an air of importance about him. She also sensed he shouldn’t have been there. There was something wild about him, something feral. There was also a deep and mysterious magic.
If the hooded man kept to himself, then so would she.
Her slave arrived a few minutes later, a tall and muscled black man in his early twenties. Any man would have done, but a smile curled at her lips upon seeing his handsomeness. Milo had picked well.
She locked the door behind the servant, pulled his robe from off his shoulders and dropped it to the floor, dropping her dress along with it. They both stood naked, and she stood in front of him.
“You want to drink Miss?” The slave asked.
“I’m no vampire, slave. I merely want the pleasure of your company.”
She kissed him, rested her hands on his shoulders and moved them down his chest, brushing her fingers over his hard muscles. The slave stood motionless, with his arms at his side.
“You are free to touch me,” she purred into his ear while cupping her hand around his growing cock. “You are free to do whatever you want.” She looked him in the eyes and repeated herself to make sure she was absolutely clear. “Whatever you want.”
To gather the right amount of energy for her elder Queens, her sexual foray had to be as uninhibited as possible. Thankfully, the slave seemed to be a natural hedonist. As soon as she voiced her permission, his eyes came alive and his hands wrapped around her. His thick soft lips pushed back against hers, and she slipped her tongue into his mouth, breathing sounds of pleasure as his hands explored her body. A thumb brushed over her breast, teasing her nipple into a hard point. He slid his hands down around the small of her back, squeezing her tight and pulling her crotch against his.
His cock was solid now, standing up erect, burning into her belly like a branded iron. She was tall for a woman, but the slave was taller. He brushed a hand up the inside of her thigh while their lips entwined and warmth sparked between her legs. She grabbed his cock, pumping her hand up and down the shaft.
“Anything you want,” she repeated. The boy had made a good start, but his inhibition still shackled him. Her second permission was as good as the first, and the animal inside of him came alive. He dragged her over to the bed, thrust Rubago onto her front and pulled her ass up into the air.
“That’s it honey.” She purred as she squeezed her breasts, toying with her sex, building her pleasure. This was nothing more than work for her, but that wasn’t to say she couldn’t enjoy it. Her sex was wet with want for the slave. He was behind her on his knees, his mouth between her thighs, lapping at her cunt generously. She answered with long and wordless moans, bucking her hips back, longing for his penetration.
It came a second later, with his hands on her ass, spreading it apart. He pushed his cock inside of her pussy and slid inside of her all the way until he bottomed out. The servant possessed the gift of great size, and it stretched her with a pleasant warmth.
“Yes honey,” she purred again as he rolled his hips against her. The slave was an experienced lover, starting slow and working up to a speed and passion that was unbearable. Several orgasms blossomed and exploded inside of her. His cock tightened more than once, threatening to burst, but she made him hang back, trying to make him last as long as possible. The longer it went on, the more energy she could harbor, the more she could give to her Queens.
They changed position and she straddled him, rolling her hips up and down his shaft in a sensual rhythm. The slave’s eyes were black with the empty focus of carnal pleasure. He stared up at her in adoration, with the eyes of a man that had fallen in love.
Love is good. She thought. It means more energy.
Had her servant ever fucked a woman of her caliber? Had he ever had a mocha temptress straddle him and ride him with unparalleled expertise? Another spark of fire erupted inside of her, and Rubago threw her head back while crowing in pleasure. The room had grown hot from their love, and sheets of sweat were forming on their skin. The slave curled his hands around her hips, took a tight hold and fucked her hard. He was close, she could tell.
“Yes!” She cried while cumming. “Cum for me baby, cum for me! Fill me!”
His cock hardened like fired steel, and a moment later he was bursting inside of her, holding her tight against him, squeezing with every inch of his passion. She held herself back just as tight, smiling and panting breathlessly as wave after wave of orgasms roared across her core.
It was definitely more than enough. She rolled herself off his body, collapsed onto her back beside the slave, and they both lay there on the bed, breathless and silent. It might have been work, but Rubago would certainly enjoy doing that again some time.
When they’d both composed themselves, they re-dressed and she walked the slave across the short space to the door. “We have an affinity you and I,” she said while stroking a hand down his face. “A simpatico. Physically… we are very compatible. What is your name?”
“Darius.”
“Where do you live when you are not on this train Darius?”
“At the Castle.” He said, before adding: “Belmont.”
“Good. Perhaps I will see you again at some point.”
Without another word or touch, he left. She closed the door, smiled, and made her way back to the bed. The air was alive with the latent throb of their sexual energy, and it pulsed inside of her body too, threatening to burst out like an atom bomb.
“This will be more than enough,” she said to herself, not expecting that her sexual encounter would have been so… terrific.
She sat up straight and span her cards into the air. The vision of her three hooded queens appeared once more.
“What is it you want child?”
“The hallways of prophecy. Let me go there.”
“What do you have?”
“I have much energy for you my Queens.” She stuck a hand through the circle of cards and it disappeared on the other side. One elder rose from the platform and walked through the shadow to take her hand. The terrifying power inside of the being buzzed on her fingertips as it held her hand in its grasp.
“Impressive.” The queen spoke in a slow voice. “Why do you seek the hallways?”
“To understand the prophecy of the three. To read it. To realize what is at stake.”
The cloaked woman retreated to the podium and confided with her two sisters. After a short moment, they seemed to reach an agreement.
“Very well. You have one hour there. Use it wisely.”
“Thank you my Queens.” An hour would be more than enough. She only needed to read one thing. The prophecy itself.
Rubago took a deep breath as the surrounding train cabin faded into nothingness. Darkness came, and she soared up at a great speed. She opened her eyes and saw the hallways of prophecy.
Tall marble shelves surrounded her, stretching up into the darkness forever. Long aisles of marble faded into darkness all around her, swallowed by the black horizon in the far distance.
A fool would try to walk. There was no telling how far away the relevant section would be. Years? Light years? Instead she closed her eyes and thought of the prophecy she wanted, the prophecy of the three. Movement took her body at once, and she was soaring across the infinite marble floor into the black.
It stopped just as quickly as it started, and when she opened her eyes again, she floated high in the air in front of one of the tall marble shelves. Thousands of rows of parchment stretched above and below on the face in front of her. One scroll jutted forward from the rest, she moved through the air, clutched the old paper and opened it.
The Prophecy of the Three
Three sisters separated at birth. Each baring the mark of the spiral. Each sister a breeder to the Vrakos bloodline. After the first, the prophecy has begun—vampire will begin to see the effects of the ‘new dawn’. Should the second not be found in time, then ailments will come upon the kind. Plague, famine, disease. Should either the third or second die—should the prophecy fail to resolve, the vampire kind will die. Should it pass, the vampire will thrive, and they will reach a new eternity.
Rubago rolled the scroll up again and held it tight. Now she was here, the scroll was hers to take if she wished. She held onto it tight and closed her eyes.
I’m done, she thought.
A heartbeat later, she was back on the train, sitting in her cabin once more. The room was the same, except for the parchment clutched in her hand. The prophecy. It was the first time she had seen the thing in its entirety, and now she had, she understood the full ramification of its words. The plague in Sanguis was the first sign she’d seen. The prophecy wasn’t happy, it wanted the second daughter.
Rubago rose, walked over to the mirror to meet her reflection, staring back at herself in angst.
If they didn’t act fast, the vampire would meet their end.