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   Dark Love   
      
      
      
   (A Short Vampire Story dedicated to Stephenie Meyer - Author of the 'Twilight'   
   Series)   
      
      
      
   Kardos. A most unusual vampire. Young, naïve, but full of spunk. His trial   
   should be interesting.   
      
      
      
   * * *   
      
      
      
   The Hunt was on. Kardos ran through the mansion's extensive grounds, his   
   senses keenly aware of the fresh blood. The blood which was pouring forth from   
   a neck, a beautiful neck, of a specially chosen virgin maiden. He would feed   
   well soon enough.   
      
      
      
   He came to a clearing, and sniffed the air. The child was close, and suddenly,   
   just over by a thicket, she betrayed herself. Time for his meal.   
      
      
      
   She looked up at him, the fear on her face suddenly frozen in his mind, and   
   suddenly he noticed her. Her dark, raven hair. He bloodred lips. Her   
   shockingly beautiful face and physique. And the terror in her eyes - eyes   
   gleaming at being confronted by the    
   horror of a vampire. She was still clutching her neck in a vain attempt to   
   prevent the bleeding his master had seen to. A small cut, but enough to bleed   
   for the moment's necessary enough for the chase. Kardos knew his master was   
   watching. He knew it,    
   every time he was. Every time. Was this a trial? Was this a test? Did his   
   master know what this girl would do to him?   
      
      
      
   He looked at her, and his new DNA, genes which had changed and metamorphasized   
   since becoming Vampiric, had their desired impact and a resonance came forth   
   from his bloodsoul connecting to the young virgin. She was of a human clan   
   which carried the    
   bloodtype necessary for mating. Perfect mating. Yet, not of Vampire. For if   
   she became Vampire she would die. Nay, while the offspring would indeed be   
   Vampiric, she herself could only remain human.   
      
      
      
   He was thirsty. He needed to feed. But the beauty and temptation was too much.   
   He looked silently around him, gathered her in his arms, and fled the mansion   
   grounds.   
      
      
      
   Escaping to Validya's abode, just across the meadow, he spoke with her and she   
   gave him the keys to her wagon.   
      
      
      
   And he left the valley of 'Darkthorn', leaving it for he knew not how long,   
   leaving it with his new bride and his new love. And if Darkthorn tried to   
   claim his soul again, well he would allow, but would not suffer the capture of   
   his bride. For he would    
   have seed, once denied him, but now miraculously available once more. And   
   Darkthorn would see hell before Kardos would give this child back to him.   
      
      
      
   * * *   
      
      
      
   Darkthorn smiled, seated on his throne. Kardos had acted predictably. But he   
   was young, naïve, taking a mate simply because it was available. Naturally, he   
   would not have denied the young lord's desires for this bride, but running   
   from his master taught    
   him much. Still, he could retrieve Kardos when he needed to. He knew his   
   scent. Best to let him have his fun and family with his new woman. Best to let   
   him have that for now. He would retrieve him soon enough, and continue with   
   his dark, deadly, agenda.   
      
      
      
   THE END   
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
   Dark Love II: A Death at Twilight   
      
      
      
   'Kristen. My name is Kristen.'   
      
   Kardos nodded. She was awake now, having recovered from her fainting. They   
   were miles away now, from Darkthorn. Lost in the wilderness, just as the day   
   had ended. The Hunt had begun as soon as the sun had set, and the Twilight   
   hour had been born. And now,   
    30 minutes into Twilight, darkness was gradually encroaching upon the land.   
      
      
      
   Suddenly a car jerked out in front of them, and a figure climbed out the   
   driver's window of the car. He was dressed in black, laughing madly and began   
   shooting at them.   
      
      
      
   'Fuck,' said Kardos. 'Myantea is having games.'   
      
   'Who is Myantea?' asked Kristen, now hiding down out of sight.   
      
   'Someone you don't want to know. Helgard is with him, driving by the looks of   
   it. It looks as if Darkthorn sent him.'   
      
   Kristen nodded. She knew who Darkthorn was. She knew that one too well.   
      
      
      
   'Hold on,' yelled Kardos.   
      
      
      
   The wagon swerved out, and Kardos pushed the lever to the maximum. It burned   
   power and quickly overtook the sedan. As they passed them, Myantea grinned   
   madly and pointed the gun right at Kardos. 'Are you ready to die?' he yelled   
   at Kardos. Kardos wasn't.    
   He pulled out a gun from his overcoat, pointed it at Myantea, and pulled the   
   trigger. The silver bullet hit Myantea in the eye, and penetrated the brain,   
   blood spurting all over the window of the pursuing sedan as it stopped its   
   chase.   
      
      
      
   200 yards down the road they pulled up and looked behind them. Helgard had   
   dragged Myantea's body out of the sedan to the side of the road and was   
   frantically attending to him. But it was too late. As they looked on Helgard   
   gave a howl and they both knew    
   Myantea was dead. And then Helgard looked at them, stood and started running   
   towards them, but they got back into the wagon and sped away.   
      
      
      
   Kristen looked back, and then turned to Kardos. 'You killed him, didn't you?'   
      
   'For a while only. Only for a while. You don't kill a vampire that easily. But   
   he will be dead for a few months as his body recovers.'   
      
   'And then?' she said.   
      
   'He will probably be pissed off. So we will have to hide well.'   
      
   She nodded.   
      
   'Back at the mansion. Why didn't you take my blood. I thought that is what you   
   were going to do.'   
      
   He looked at her, looked at her beautiful looks, and responded. 'I have my   
   reasons.'   
      
   Again she nodded, turned behind her to see if the sedan was following, and,   
   her energy having been on high for so long, asked if she could get in the back   
   of the wagon to sleep. Kardos nodded.   
      
      
      
   As they drove Kardos knew the brothers would find them, eventually. Helgard   
   and Myantea were like that - they had a demented sense of humour. But they   
   were Darkthorn's pawns, and he was only intending to keep tabs on Kardos. He   
   knew that. His father had    
   known that. And his mother too. But that was what it was like serving   
   Darkthorn. He had you were he wanted you, and no matter were you ran, the   
   world was no hiding place.   
      
      
      
   But he was free for now, and thinking about the bride he had claimed, he was   
   happy enough.   
      
      
      
   He had his plans, Darkthorn had his own evil agenda, and hopefully the two   
   could be reconciled. Or, just perhaps, he would die trying. Only time would   
   tell.   
      
      
      
   The End   
      
      
      
      
      
   Dark Love III: Magician's Gambit   
      
      
      
   'Dear Beleriand. Dear, dear Beleriand. Whatever shall we do? I do believe the   
   game looks well beyond even the most cunning Gambit's of the master of   
   Magicians.'   
      
      
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