The Call of the Dhampir chapter 2

Abella
 
As the ominous yet memorable heel struck the marbled floor, it alerted all the trusted high guards that he had returned. All shuttered in his presence since he carried out the orders of immortal Abella, the mate of the immortal Prince Makalo.

Abella considered herself to be the queen of their kind. Following the mortal monarchy, she adorned a crown with pure onyx stones. Her gown was made to emphasize a sultry physic. If she turned a certain way, you would catch a glimpse of forbidden flesh, whether it be above or below the waist. She stood tall on stilts specially made for her feet. Stories went through the hall of her turning unsuspecting mortals into mindless servants. How she seduced whoever crossed her path, then killed them for the sport of it.

Over the years the coven had learned not to notice the dealings that went on with Abella. The prince only tolerated her for countless centuries for a reason that must have been written down in the ancient achieves. If you ask a fledgling vampire why they were together, the look that is expressed in their dead eyes says, " I have no idea."

The prince spent his time traveling and enjoying what the world had to offer. With his indulgence, he had sired two children: one created by a human and the second by another vampire. Both mothers met their demise by Abella's hand. The child created by the female vampire was taken and raised by her, while the other child was being protected.

She was suspicious about who was protecting him but had no proof.

"Your eminence." The guard said as he bowed his head in respect.

"What is the abomination up to now?" She asked as she looked out into the night sky from her exquisitely decorated throne.

"He has left the cottage in the woods. He seems to be heading north. What would you like to be done?"

"What I would like is his life to end and his body to return to ash. That is impossible at the moment. Have you heard how to break the enchantment that surrounds him?" She asked and shifted in her seat.

"I was told that somewhere in the archive it is written what could possibly be protecting this dhampir life."

"Why do you not have the parchment that it was written on?"

"The achieves are protected by an ancient. I cannot ask for admittance without losing my life. But you can eminence." He informed her with his head still bowed.

"I?"

"Yes, the most they would require is use of your body and blood. They dear not kill you."

Abella's hate for the Dhampir had a hold on her so deep that she was willing to do anything to destroy all evidence of the thing. It was one thing to sire outside of their joining, but to create a Dhampir is going against nature itself.
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There was a few hours left of night and Abella needed to get the information on how to break the enchantment on the Dhampir.

The ancient scrolls were kept in a hidden lair in the dark forest. The light was not capable of penetrating the darkness. The air was cold and would bother a mortal's lungs, but for her, it was as soothing as creamy dark chocolate.

Her guard followed close behind. The coven did not speak of her departure from the premises to the prince if he felt obligated to return.

As they walked up to the ancient dwelling, they felt the power that was imitating from it. The door opened by its own accord, and a figure stood in the center of the doorway.

"Abella Dumont, daughter and heir to Count Dumont. Died and returned in 1819. Mate to Prince Makalo. What brings you to the house of illumination?"

"I require an audience with you. I understand you house the information on breaking a protective shield on a Dhampir."

"An abomination. Yes, I recall it."

"May I see the parchment?"

"There is a price."

"What is your price, ancient?" She said with conviction.

"You for the day. Your blood and body that houses the precious liquid."

"Do you not fear the penalty of taking me to bed?"

"You will  pay the price of this indiscretion, not I."

Abella stood there and contemplated what he said. Was it worth her life to kill this blithe on vampire kind? The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

"Guard, keep watch until I return. Warn me if anything out of the ordinary occurs."

"Yes, eminence."

She walked towards the ancient, shrouded in a veil of illusion. She did not care what was in store for her as long as the Dhampir named Adorjan was removed from the face of the earth.

Once inside, the thick tomb door closed behind them. He led the way through darkness to a room lit by pillared candles.

"Are you not afraid to burn the ancient writings?"

"No, the walls are too slick and cool from the earth. It will not be able to travel to the writings. Enough talking. Remove the layers of clothing on your body and lay on the bed."

Abella looked at the bed covered with red and gold cloths. She removed her clothing and........