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gremlin-writes-angst · 7 months

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The Kings Blood

Chapter one of my Royal Vampiric Redacted AU

I posted " The King Precious" a small piece of this story, this is the beginning of the story. You don't need to read "The King Precious" for this story to make sense but if you'd like to it is linked

This story is about the servants so there are uncomfortable bits of unconceual stuff, I will label the chapters as specifically as I can.

Words: 1.5 k

Characters: William, Quinn, Tank, Vincent, Sam, Porter and Treasure

Tw: Servitude, mention of character death ( non-descriptive), vague threats, Quinn, Unconsensual smelling ( vampires smelling human blood), nonconsensual control ( pushing and pulling a person around) Vampires speaking down about the human race ( sees them as meat and servants.)

They were gathered at the entrance chattering among themselves

The king didn't leave often and when he did he made it a point to update his people on his journey

Except for this time

Which put everyone on edge

They were all ready for answers from their king

The chattering halted when the grand doors opened

Revealing a vampire that no one could name

The people began to talk again

Watching and judging the man as he just stood there

The sound of heavy metal hitting the floor rang through the castle

King William's cane rolled across the floor

The room filled with fearful silence

The man who through the cane spoke

“Perfect.”

Everyone was confused, but too afraid to talk or look away

“ Servants of Dahlia castle. I, Quinn Fox, have killed your king.”

The people stayed quiet but a chill ran through everyone

“ Compared to King William's power, you servants are nothing so I exp-

“ Residents.”

Vincent, the adopted prince of Dahlia, steps out from the crowd.

He moves without fear approaching the vampire

“ They are not servants.”

Vincent is too distracted by his rage to notice the vampire wave for protection, but the crowd stays silent.

Vincent steps closer

“They are the residents of King William.”

Before he can take another step, a knight blocks his way, a sword dangerously close to his chest.

The sword isn't what stops Vincent.

It is the face of the knight

“ Good Porter. Let's be a little faster next time.”

Porter moves forward forcing Vincent back into the crowd.

“ Like I said William is dead, making him no longer king. So I will call my servants what I want.”

“YOUR SERV-”

Porter's sword moves closer, shutting Vincent up

“ I dearly hope the rest of you aren't this idiotic. Yes, MY servants. I killed your king and have come here for the throne. So make way.”

Porter releases his sword and makes his way towards the throne

A few people whisper ‘traitor’ as he makes his way through

He ignores them

Many people notice a frail-looking person following behind their new ruler.

The person is shackled, bites liter their body, and their head stays pointed to the ground.

The people know what this is, it wasn't uncommon for powerful vampires to keep specific humans as constant food.

It made the people uncomfortable because they realized that could be their future

King William was described as strange by many powerful vampires, because of the way he treated humans.

Most vampires saw them as cattle, servants they could feed off and sell.

William saw something else.

He treated the act of feeding as a trade, humans sacrifice their blood and in return, they would be given extra rest from their other duties, or if they preferred extra resources.

The people began to realize that their luck had run out.

William's killer took a seat on the throne.

He was pleased, his arrogance was palpable

As Quinn sat in the throne his eye scanned through the crowd.

Everyone saw as his pupils blew open and his eyes landed on someone.

“Delicious.”

His grin grew, as the person he spotted looked into his eyes

“Porter, retrieve that one for me.”

Porter took a step before stopping as the person stepped forward their self

“I do not need to be assisted.”

The person boldly strutted up to the throne

Stopping a mear foot away from the new king

“ What is it you want from me.”

Quinn laughed

“ You are quite bold for a human.”

He waited for a reaction from the human, disappointed to only receive an emotionless glare

“Tell me precious, what's your family name?”

“ Why does it matter?”

The room got tenser every time they spoke

“Testing a theory.”

“ I never knew my family.”

“Ohh how sad. Now I'll never know for sure.”

“Know what?”

He ignored their question

“Anyone ever tell you how amazing you smell?”

In retaliation to his avoidance, they stayed quiet.

“Well, you smell divine. Quite literally in fact. You see, some families have blood that is more enticing to certain vampire clans. Cost us vampires a pretty penny. And your blood, my precious.”

He takes their hand, pressing his nose into it as he breathes in the scent of their blood.

“ Was made for me.”

He looks at them, his eyes have turned red.

He watches as the human still doesn't react.

“ You don't believe me?”

The human doesn't reply

He is starting to like this challenge

“I shall prove it.”

He stands up from the throne

He makes his way to the edge of the crowd.

Investigating the servants closer than before.

When catches a hint of what he is looking for he motions his hands

The people move out of his way.

He smiles when he locks eyes with the vamp.

He motions for the vampire servants to approach.

He obeys

“You are a vampire, correct?”

The man replies call a steady.

“Not compared to you sir, but yes.”

“Oh, I can tell.”

The king scuffed at the lower vampire

“Come”

The two make it out of the crowd and back to the throne, where the person remained

The king took rest in his throne, before instructing the other vampire.

“ Smell their blood, and describe it to me.”

The two servants faced each other.

The vampire's jaw tightened as he looked at his close friend

He hadn't done anything yet but his eyes could only be described as apologetic

“ Word of advice for the future, I am not a patient king, nor am I merciful. So, smell them.”

Sam peered through the corner of his eyes at his new supposed king.

He knew this man was dangerous

He peered back at Vincent

The only one in the castle who understood the torment this brought Sam.

Sam respected and cared for this person too much to act without permission.

This isn't how he wanted this to go.

Not to mention that he didn't need to get close to describe their scent

He knew it better than he knew his family

It was best to keep that hidden from the king

To Sam, the best choice was to defy the king.

He was ready for the punishment.

Vincent could tell exactly what he was thinking

He cursed him silently, feeling powerless

Then they lifted their hand

Sams's eyes widened

This situation was unique

But he never expected them to play this man's game.

Sam looked into their eyes.

He had never seen that look in their eyes

A little watery

So bright

With fear

With need

Their eyes were the definition of pleading

And he couldn't deny them

So as gently as he could, his hand met theirs

Taking the weight for himself

He stepped closer

He looked into their eyes again

His eyes red

Yet still full of apologies

He held this eye contact as he leaned down to their wrist

Their pulse was strong, almost racing

He noted it as fear as he took a moment to smell for their blood

Instinctively closing his eyes as he took it in

Fresh rain

Pine trees

The smell of a forest path on a dewy morning

The smell makes Sam dream of the world outside of this castle

Outside in the free, empty land that he used to call home.

He rises away from their hand, softly dropping it back to them

His eyes still closed as he takes a deep breath, cleansing his senses.

He opens his eyes

They've returned to dark silver

He gives them a comforting smile before turning to Quinn

“They smell of pine, sir.”

Quinn's smile grows

“ And what do most of the humans you feed off smell like?”

He is taken aback

“I don't feed often sir”

Quinn rolls his eyes

“Well of course, not with your weak blood. Still, answer my question."

Sam felt humiliated in front of his human friends.

Though he answered

“Meat sir.”

“Exactly, you can return to the crowd.”

Sam wants to risk a look at them but he's smarter than that.

He returns the crowd

Once he is there and Quinn knows everyone is watching he grabs the servant

The smallest gasp escapes their mouth as he pulls them closer to him by their wrist

They land on his lap

“ You see precious. Most humans smell like meat, then there's some that smell of fruit, those aren't too rare to find, just rare to find unclaimed. Now you…”

He takes a sniff from their collarbone to their ear

“ You smell like a forest. Seems unappetizing to now vampires but it's a true treat. You were made for vampires. Your family is a line of breed humans the vampire desired. Unfortunately, they weren't pleased with that life and many did everything they could to escape, even ending their own lives…but you are here, by some miracle, just for me.”

No one could see

Even if they could they were too busy watching the king

But sams mouth was filling with his blood

His fingernails made gashes in his hand

Holding himself back

Refusing to make this worse

Vincent noticed as his friend blew hot air from his nose

He was ready to step in himself to stop this from going any further

But someone else had the same idea.

“Sir, are you ready to be shown the rest of the castle?”

Porter announced

Quinn's eyes brightened ready for more royal pleasures