Chiropteran Empire- Chapter 1
by Alanah
(Tennessee)
Draegan paced his office with his hands behind his back. Being one of the last of the Chiropteran Vampires was dawning on him with a death grip that slowly tightened around his creamy throat. He needed to create a Horde, a large group of Chiropteran slaves, for himself. Only with that Horde would he be able to grow and prosper in the world.
Anthropos, the realm of Earth that the humans lived on, was slowly being eaten away by the mundane authority. Every year that the humans were at war was a year that the nearly extinct Chiropterans were being slaughtered along with the others.
He needed to convice Lord Ahran, the King of Underworld, to allow him to borrow R.E.M. if Draegan wanted to continue his lordhip in Anthropos. But how? How exactly could he be granted access when Ahran was at war with Alaunos of Daylight?
Draegan needed someone. He needed someone with the cunning and authority to convince the King of Underworld. He had to find someone that could either be paid or easily convinced to assist him. He needed...
"Let me go!" a familiar voice screamed as the doors to his office were blasted open by a tornado of red and black swirls. "Drop me!" the feminine voice cried as another blast of energy blew the doors of his office off the hinges.
With a grin, Draegan sat himself atop his desk to eye the extensive corridor with interest. With one leg crossed over the other, he put one long hand behind him to wait for the woman that was destroying his office, and Draegan tilted his head when a large piece of glass nearly beheaded him. "Arcadia, you don't have to throw a hissy fit every time my guards manhandle you," Draegan's voice explained with a languid glance at the broken window, door, and million dollar painting.
Her response? "Oh! Yeah, I do! Call off your dogs, Draegan!" Arcadia pulled herself into the office before spinning on her heel to kick one of his Chiropteran Servant, knocking the poor man's jaw out of place as she added a dash of her curse to her kick.
Reeling headlong backwards, the soldier's hand smacked the button on the wall that Draegan had installed for a single purpose: restraining Arcadia Valetine. The other servant jerked backwards, barely in time to miss the huge shackles that wrapped around Arcadia's ankles.
They latched on her tightly to shove her against the wall where a human muzzle was wrapped around her mouth to keep her from spouting curses and spells from those gorgeous red lips. Then, they gave her wrists and snake's hug, holding her in place as Draegan just grinned at his fiery captive.
"Works like a charm," he muttered before snapping his fingers, forcing his guards to trace away like the wind had blown them into just fading pieces of black cloth. Clearing his throat, Draegan wondered, "And, to whom do I owe the blessing of your presence, Ms. Valetine?"
The half breed simply stayed quiet until Draegan unlatched her mouth, showing off long, ivory fangs that indented her plump lips painted like scarlet roses. "My mistress sent me," she snarled through her fangs perfectly. "She knows what you're up to, Draegan, and she wants it stopped."
"Now, come on, Ms. Valetine. Madame Louisa knows good and well that the revival of the Chiropterans is a good thing. Hey, at least we're not Sauria." He pointed towards his fangs that could retract instead of just hanging there looking like a lizard's canines.
Arcadia hissed at the mention of their cousins before sneering at Draegan's nonchalont attitude about this. He knew he could kill plenty of people by making the Chiropterans widespread.
They were the most deadly of the vampires, the bat vampires. They were the werewolves of the vampire world. Having many of them around would cause the werewolves to go berserk, and it would be war all over again. Madame Louisa was the peacekeeper of the Draco Vampires and wouldn't stand for that. It was Arcadia's job to prevent it.
Draegan's sigh filled the room before he was suddenly in front of Arcadia, cradling her face in his long hand and gazing into her golden eyes. Then, it happened, the thing that always happened when he touched her. Her legs started to go weak, tingling, wanting her to fall forward. Her lips parted, ready for his kiss. Her heart began to quiver underneath his crimson gaze. She hated his stupid hands. "Ms. Valetine, you know that you want to see us take the world over." Her heart melted when he took in her scent at her neck. "I would let you be my queen. You could rule over the humans with me." He licked at her skin with his long tongue. "It would be great, and you know it."
Shaking her head wildly, Arcadia snapped at him with her smaller fangs. "Don't touch me, Draegan. I don't want your filthy, greedy hands anywhere near me." Ingoring the way his snort-laugh made her mind go hazy, Arcadia hissed when he leaned back. "Madame Louisa bleives we have a relationship, Draegan, and I don't want her thinking it's the wrong kind. If she smells you on me anywhere, she'll personally destroy your empire with her husband."
"Ooh! Scary. I'll have Dracula and his bride coming to suck my blood. Maybe, I should get their autographs before they take me alive." Draegan grinned at his broken window that shined in the moonlight. "Ms. Valetine, I wouldn't take any prisoners. I would be a more benevolent king than yours. I don't torture."
"Oh yeah, right." She rolled her big, golden eyes that shimmered like liquid topaz.
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