Incest/Taboo Akeldama

"Hello, am I speaking into this thing, right?" Conner asked the two women with him. "Ah. Salvatore, how are you, my old friend?" Nodding against it as they continued their trek towards their plane.

"Regan, you know the place is clean; why are you running around like that?" Mathew asked as he and Dole worked to set up their computer stations to compensate for the lost time. Work orders were starting to pile up, and they were losing money every day they weren't working on whichever code they were commissioned to test.

"I know, I know, but this is a prince that's coming to our home. I want it to look spotless!" Regan said, rushing around the room to ensure everything was straight and that there wasn't a single dust particle she missed.

"It isn't like he hasn't been here before, you know?" Dole stated, shaking his head when Regan wasn't listening to him.

"How do I look?" Regan asked once a knock came on their apartment door.

"Fine," Mathew said, arching an eyebrow, wondering why she would care what Conner thought of her appearance. Slinking backward when Regan shot him a glare. Watching how Regan quickly spun around and reached for the doorknob.

"Hello, Conner," Regan said sweetly once she had opened the door.

"Good afternoon, lady Regan," Conner greeted with a slight bow to avoid losing the item he was holding. "I brought a housewarming gift for you three. Mary said it was the polite thing to do these days," he said, holding out the box to her.

"What's this?" Regan asked, curious as she peered at the gift in his hands.

"They said it was the best cheesecake in the city, and the way you went on about it at the club, I thought this would be a fine housewarming gift for you," Conner said, slowly opening the box, seeing Regan's eyes widen in glee at the sight of the dessert.

"Why, thank you, Prince Conner, this is a wonderful gift. Please, come in," Regan gestured after taking her present from him. "I'll just put this in the fridge; make yourself at home." Lifting the box to her nose, inhaling the rich aroma of the cheesecake as she walked towards the kitchen. She couldn't wait to have a slice of it.

"Hello, gentlemen, I see you're hard at work," Conner stated in a friendly tone as he watched the two of them working on hooking up their computer stations.

"We will be," Mathew spoke as he hooked up wires to his terminal.

"Being independent contractors, we can't afford to have a lot of downtime unless we planned for such," Dole said, noting how Conner was watching them intently.

"I see, then please, don't let me interfere with what you must do. Although, I hope you don't mind if I watch."

"No, be my guest," Dole said with a friendly smile.

"So gentlemen, is this the 'computers' you told me you write this language on?" Conner asked, highly intrigued with what was happening before him.

"They are," Mathew answered with a friendly smile.

"Did you build these as well?"

"The towers, yeah, all me," patting it when Conner had a perplexed look on his face, "the rest of it we had to buy," Mathew answered with pride in his voice.

"Ah. I see," Conner nodded in understanding. "It's good to hear that you take pride in your work. I'm pleased that hasn't been lost in my absence."

"Oh, here, you might like to read this," Dole stated, holding out the beginner's guide to C+ coding. "It will give you an understanding of what computer language is," he said, holding the book out to him.

"I thank you, young Dole," Conner said in a polite tone.

"Dude?! Did you just finish that in three minutes?" Mathew gasped in shock when Conner closed the book with a thud after three minutes.

"Indeed," Conner mused. "Very informative, Dole, although I have some questions that weren't answered within the pages," he said, handing the book back to him. "Mathew, it's unbecoming of a gentleman to stare at someone with their mouth agape," Conner teased with a coy smile on his lips to which caused Mathew to snap his jaw closed.

"Okay, what are these questions you have?" Dole asked as he fettled around with the wires of his station. Containing his shock when Conner listed off the things that he didn't understand. Proving to him and Mathew that Conner had indeed read every word. Noticing how he listened and nodded when he and Mathew answered the best they could without confusing Conner too much.

"Here, let me show you something that I made when I first started coding," Mathew said, powering up his tower. Noting how Conner was enthralled as the little stick figure, he had programmed years ago, shot a digital basketball into the hoop.

"Very impressive, Mathew," Conner stated.

"Not as impressive as you speed reading a six hundred page book in three minutes," Mathew countered with a playful smile. "Can all vampires do that?"

"They can if they choose to," Conner nodded.

"Conner?" Seeing how he turned his head towards her as she held her prize procession in her arms. "I was wondering since you're here, that you wouldn't mind reading a chapter or two to me," Regan said with blushing cheeks.

"Certainly, lady Regan," Conner said in a chipper tone.

Cracking open the cover, seeing Giovani's mark, he would always put on the title page near the spine of the page to indicate it was his. Wondering what Regan had done for him to give up such a prized item to her. Noting how Regan pulled her legs beneath her as she sat on the couch, eagerly waiting for him to begin.

"Please, do forgive some of the translations; there might be a few things lost when I speak in this tongue," Conner stated, seeing Regan nod in understanding. Noting how captivated Regan was along with Mathew and Dole as he read the centuries-old tale. Closing the book gently when he reached the end of chapter two.

"That was awesome!" Regan exclaimed with a wide smile on her lips. "Thank you for doing this; I've always wondered what it was about."

"The tale gets darker the further you get into the book," Conner said, handing it to her.

"Just how many languages can you speak?" Mathew asked in awe as Regan went to place the book in its spot.

"Speak? Twenty or so, read and write around ten if they are still around to this day," Conner answered after pondering on the question for a moment.

"Conner?"

"Yes?" Conner turned towards Regan as she left her bedroom when she called his name.

"Could you tell me what the Renaissance was like?" Regan asked with a curious tone.

"Ah, now there is an era I greatly enjoyed," Conner sighed, remembering the conversations he had with the great minds of that time.

"Really?" Dole perked up at the tone of Conner's voice.

"Oh yes!" Conner nodded. "I spent many a night discussing space, math, the sciences, art with all the great thinkers of the time."

"Like whom?" Regan asked with an eager, curious tone in her voice.

"Well, there was Leonardo da Vinci..."

"No way?!" Mathew exclaimed not in disbelief but of shock.

"He had a brilliant mind to him; I even posed for a few portraits for him," Conner said, putting on airs as his right hand held onto the lapel of his suit jacket.

"Do you still have them; they would be worth a fortune!" Dole said with excited eyes.

"No. Everything that pertained to me before my... slumber was destroyed."

"What?! Why?" Mathew asked, confused.

"Because I refused to marry someone that the Council and my mother picked," Conner said hatefully.

"And they what? Just destroyed everything that pertained to you?" Dole asked for clarification.

"In a sense, yes," Conner nodded. Looking to his left when Regan placed a hand on his left arm. Noting how she was silently offering him her comfort for the loss he had suffered all those years ago.

"Conner, I don't want to be rude or overstep my bounds here, but can I ask why?" Dole inquired as Conner turned his gaze to him.

"They were under the impression that since I am Prince, I was to marry a noble, a woman of high stature in our race. Yet, I had no interest in tying myself to the woman. I would have thought she would have learned that after I've rebuffed her for the past... well, seven hundred years now. So I sought to marry a human; I was planning on turning her on our wedding night, yet... that wasn't meant to be."

"What happened?" Mathew asked; it wasn't hard for him to see the pain in Conner's eyes.

"They murdered her and tossed me into a coffin for a hundred years," Conner stated, noting the horrific looks on Dole's and Mathew's faces.

"That's just... fucked up!" Mathew howled.

"Is fucked up a good thing or bad?" Conner whispered to Regan.

"In this context, bad," Regan said, lightly rubbing his back, knowing speaking of the matter was very hard for him.

"Then yes, it was indeed fucked up, as you put it."

"Tell me the ones that did this are dead?!" Dole asked in a heated tone, getting a little creeped out by the wicked smile that appeared on Conner's lips.

"Yes, the men that raped and murdered my wife are dead, although I didn't get the pleasure of dismembering the last one. I, however, did get to watch his death," Conner stated in an evil light. Enjoying Dustin's screams as they played out in his head.

"Good," Mathew nodded sternly. "People like that shouldn't see another day."

"I couldn't agree more," Conner said with a smile.

"So, did you meet anyone else from that time?" Regan asked, bringing him back to the matter at hand.

"Let's see, there was Newton, Machiavelli, Johannes Kepler, William Harvey, Ogier Ghiselin de Busbecq, just to name a few," Conner rattled off the names of people he has met in his very long life.

"I bet you met them at all those grand balls you went to," Regan teased.

"Indubitably," Conner answered with a hint of smugness.

"Can you show me how they danced at those things?" Regan asked with excited eyes. Her heart was racing as he led her to the part of the apartment that had the most open space. She knew he could hear how frantic her heart was. She didn't care as Conner led her through one of the many dances he had performed over the centuries at said grand balls. How she just felt so silly and so drawn to him as he led her around that little area. "Thank you, your highness," Regan said, doing a little curtesy once their dance was over.

"You're quite welcome, lady Regan," Conner said in his gentlemanly voice as he bent down and placed a kiss on the back of Regan's left hand. Feeling her skin heat when his lips graced her skin.

"Conner, you shouldn't do that," Regan stammered bashfully.

"Why's that?" Conner mused as he straightened out.

"I might fall for you," Regan whispered. No one's treated her so kindly before. She knew he was only being polite and nice. Nevertheless, she couldn't help how those feelings were building within her heart. She knew vampires didn't equate love like humans did; that emotion was never a part of their relationships. Given how they were eternal and they could span countless centuries. Moaning in her mind at the soft brush of the back of his fingers that danced down her left cheek.

"My lady, a man, vampire or not, would be honored to have one such as thee to fall for," Conner spoke, laying on the charm.

"Mary wouldn't get mad if we..." Feeling her face burning as she stopped herself from uttering that word. It's been months since she's been with a man. She stopped sleeping with Arjun when she found out he had been cheating on her with whichever crack whore he was with at the time, and she really wanted to scratch that itch.

"No, vampires are not monogamous. We do not see sex as you humans do," Conner stated factually.

"Then please, come with me," Regan said, reaching down and taking hold of Conner's right hand. Bowing her head at the grins on her friend's faces as she led Conner to her bedroom.

"Regan?" Conner uttered, watching how she powered on a device once she had closed and locked the bedroom door. Tilting his head when music began to play from its speakers.

"This is a cd player; you put one of these in here," patting the top of the player while showing him what a cd looked like, "and it will play everything that's on the disk," Regan said in an informative tone.

"Ah, like a phonograph," Conner spoke, yet he didn't see a crank on the contraption. "Yet, why did you bring me in here and turn that on?" he asked even though he knew. It was always wise to get the woman to state her intentions so when or if the woman had second thoughts afterward, it wouldn't be used against him.

"I want to be with you," Regan said in a sweet alluring voice.

"I see. Have you ever been with a vampire before?" Conner inquired as Regan stepped up to him. Her blue-green eyes peered up at him. Feeling the pads of her fingers running up his suit jacket.

"No, you'll be my first," Regan said, praying what he said was true. She had no wish to upset Mary. She valued her friendship with her far too much to let something like sex get in the way of it. "You promise Mary won't mind if we do this?"

"No, it's not in our makeup. Even after so long, sex is like feeding something we must do to satisfy our bodies. Did you not see where her hand was when we were at the club?" Conner asked, gently pressing her against him as his fingers trailed down her back, seeing her nod. "And did you see me growing upset at how she was getting those two off as she fed?"

"No," Regan answered; her heart was in her throat as Conner bent down. She lost herself the moment she felt his lips against hers. Her hands took hold of the sides of his face as her tongue rolled within his mouth. Moaning into it when she felt his hands on her ass, causing her to rise to the tips of her toes when he pressed her hard into his chest. Running her tongue along his fang, she always wondered what it would feel like when she did that. Her hands worked like they had a mind of their own as they unbuttoned his jacket. The softness of his dress shirt played along her fingertips as she pushed his jacket from his shoulders. Her nails scraped down his shirt when she felt the pad of his middle finger running along her slit, remembering how his touch felt the night at the club. Releasing a soft moan as the fabric of her jeans kept him from truly parting her lips like she so wanted him to. While Arjun might not have kept to his word about not sleeping with other people, she, however, wasn't that kind of woman, now though, she wasn't under any obligation in keeping true to her word.

Lifting up her arms as his hands slipped beneath the hem of her shirt. She never wore a bra; she didn't see a need to when they were only in the 'B' range. She knew they wouldn't be his first pair of breasts he's ever seen; still, though, she did hope he liked how they looked. Tossing her head back when Conner captured her right breast. Feeling his tongue rolling her nipple, trembling slightly when his fang brushed against it.

Her lips tasted his skin as she kissed down his chest when she unbuttoned his shirt. Smelling the sandalwood scent coming off of it, wondering if he always wore such in his life or did he switch up every decade or so. Smiling in her mind as she heard his light moans of pleasure as her hand stroked his cock through his slacks. With him being one of the undead, she would have thought he wouldn't have been able to get hard without feeding beforehand; it appeared she was wrong.

Regan bit her lower lip as Conner eased her jeans off when she laid on her bed. Gooseflesh raced across her skin as Conner kissed along her breasts, down her stomach as she lifted her hips when he eased down her thong. Biting her lip, trying not to chuckle at how perplexed he was when he gazed at her underwear.

"Oh?! Fuck!" Regan hissed in bliss as Conner wasted no time in plunging his face between her legs after he had flung her thong over his shoulder. She did note how he eyed her bare-shaven mons Venus, after taking her underwear off. She personally didn't like having any hair down there, also given the time, she was sure her naked pussy was a surprise to him. Her fingers weaved through strands of his hair as her back arched. Loving how his tongue danced along her vulva. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she experienced what nine hundred years of sleeping with mortals had taught him. "I'm going to cum?!" Regan squealed, her breasts jostled, her muscles quaked, her fingers moved in odd and weird ways as her climax flooded her veins. Her chest heaved, peering down the valley of her orbs as those pale blue eyes stared at her, and still, Conner wasn't done tasting her moistening peach. Moaning in want as she felt two fingers slipping into her hot canal. Praying that she could do this once again.

"You can feed on me if you want," Regan said in a lustful tone. "Oh god!" Her mind went blank as Conner bit into her inner right thigh. Feeling her body convulsing once again as she came on his fingers, that hadn't stopped their exploration of her womanhood. When she came to, she felt something hard pressing at her entrance. Nodding to him that she wanted it, she needed to feel his cock deep inside her. To paint it in her hot cream to give the man the same satisfaction he had just given her. Her nails tore at the comforter as Conner thrusted that steel pole deep into her forbidden forest. Her mouth hung agape, her eyes never leaving him as he held her legs apart in his hands. Her folds tightened around that surging cock, only wanting one thing at that moment: to feel his cum flooding her womb.

Screaming into her pillow as Conner was pounding away from behind. Hearing her ass cheeks clapping with every thrust of his hips. Smelling her sex on the air as her juices dripped off her throbbing clit. Arjun might have been an okay lover before he got addicted to those drugs, yet he never once made her mound cum so much.

Lifting her arm, hooking it around his neck when his hands cradled her breasts as her back pressed against his chest. "Yes, Conner, fuck me?! Fuck me like I'm your woman," Regan panted, feeling her juices coating that rod of his with every glide through her hot, red, puffy mound. Her fingers brushed through his raven hair, loving how his lips felt on her skin as they kissed down her neck.

A salacious smile formed on her lips as her hand pressed down on his stomach as she rocked on his cock. Feeling his thumbs brushing along her thighs as he stared up at her. Watching how he enjoyed how her folds tightened when she rolled her hips in a circle stirring his cock deep within the core of her heat. She knew her pussy enjoyed the feel of his cock touching her so intimately.

"Cum in me Conner, I want to feel your seed flooding my womb," Regan said breathlessly. Slamming down to the base of his root all so she could get his cum as deep inside of her as she could. Knowing while it was her ovulation time, she needn't worry about getting pregnant. That was what she hoped anyway. Little did she know that Conner was fertile; unlike the other turned vampires, his sperm wasn't dead like theirs. Conner has just been lucky so far in not siring another pure blood vampire in his long years of life until now. Within Regan's womb, Conner's swimmers sought out the one thing they were all programmed to do. Reproduce.

The moment Regan and Conner walked out of her bedroom after refreshing themselves, her egg that had been waiting for someone to fertilize it, it had already begun the process of attaching itself to her uterus.

"Great sex needs to be celebrated," Regan said when Conner looked at her oddly as she pulled out the cheesecake he had brought over. "I hope one time isn't enough for you," she uttered, growing red in the face as those words left her lips. She, for one, couldn't wait to have him back inside of her; she knew her pussy agreed with that assessment. Glancing out of the corner of her eye when Mathew and Dole got up from their seats to partake in the rich goodness of the dessert.

"So, gentlemen, what is this thing?" Conner asked, staring perplexingly at their TV.

"It's a television. Think of it like the plays I'm sure you went to in your day, just confined to a box and not live," Dole said as he passed him to return to his seat after getting his slice of cheesecake.

"I see," Conner muttered, peering behind the front of the TV. Wondering how they got so many people within such a small device.

"Conner, come, enjoy the movie," Regan said, sharing a smile with her friends when they watched Conner trying to find where all the people were within it.

"You sure this thing isn't magic?" Conner spoke in awe.

"Nah, this is just the cumulation of seventy-two years of refining the technology," Mathew said in a scientific voice.

"I see, man has done wonders in my absence," Conner said, taking his seat in the armchair beside Regan. "Now, what exactly is a movie, and what are we watching?"

"Blade," Dole said after swallowing his bite.

"It's about a half-vampire going after the man that killed his mother and turned him into one," Mathew stated, seeing the blank look on Conner's face.

"That's not a thing, is it?" Regan asked before taking a savory bite of her cheesecake.

"No. Either you're a vampire, or you are not; there is no in-between. I take it this half-vampirism is a new thing in this day and age?"

"Sort of, there's lots of writers that have written about those types of vampires," Mathew stated, seeing Conner scowling.

"I see Man has taken liberties in insulting my people," Conner grumbled.

"Why do you think that?" Regan asked, sure she might know a whole lot about them, yet there were still some things that even they wouldn't share with her given that she was human.

"What you call a half-vampire is what we refer to as an abomination if they were ever able to exist in the first place. Now, are there humans that drink vampire blood yet aren't one of us? Yes. Those are thralls, but that practice is archaic and bound to bring attention to us hence why it's no longer practiced."

"Oh? Why's that?" Dole asked, setting his plate on the coffee table, forgetting all about the movie.

"Because the moment a vampire's blood touches a human's lips that haven't been fed upon to turn them, their bodies begin to rot. It wasn't unheard of for body parts to start to fall off after two or three weeks. Those that still practiced that form of enslavement were quickly dealt with. In the war, we couldn't risk you, humans, summoning the Zwei Knights, not when we had multiple fronts going on at the time. So we took it upon ourselves to dispatch those vampires that would endanger our race for their stupidity in thinking they were some sort of god," Conner stated in a dark tone.

"Did that happen a lot?" Mathew asked; he had been wondering why Conner was so freely giving out such information when he knew others of his kind would not like it one bit.

"Far too often," Conner nodded. "It always amazes me whether or not they are vampires or human that they get an ounce of power that they think they're some sort of deity."

"Yet, you can do that thing; however you showed up at that place," Dole pointed out.

"That's new, trust me; if I could have done such a thing the moment they placed me into that coffin, I would have used it," Conner stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Conner, can I ask you something?" Mathew uttered, peering over at him.

"Hmm?"

"Why are you telling us this, don't get me wrong, it's kind of cool knowing more about your people, but your kind isn't known in revealing your secrets to us."

"Because I may or may not be alive much longer, so I don't see the point in keeping the secrets of my people hidden," Conner said factually, seeing how that shocked Regan.

"But why? I don't want you to die, Conner; I'd like to keep being your friend," Regan said with a trembling voice.

"It's best you three are kept in the dark in case she has people watching you," Conner replied, watching Regan running off to her bedroom.

"This 'she' I take it you mean your mother?" Dole asked to which Conner nodded.

"And you can't tell us because whatever you got going on, it's going to be big?" Mathew followed up only to be met with another nod.

"You know she's going to take it very hard if you wind up... you know, dead, right?" Dole stated, turning his gaze towards Regan's bedroom. "You got to know she likes you," he said, returning his attention back to Conner.

"I gathered; she is a very fine woman. Yet, things must play out as they should," Conner said cryptically. Knowing the time of his mother's reign and the Council's usefulness was soon coming to an end, or he would be dead, either way, it was going to be over one way or another. He just had to bide his time until Giovani could find out what he had ordered him to. Otherwise, the fight with his mother would be over before he could lift his sword, if what he had garnered in that abyss was accurate or not. Noting the time, knowing his children should be rising soon. "Now, if you excuse me, gentlemen, I must take my leave of your fine companionship for the evening. I do thank you for imparting your wisdom to me. It was insightful," Conner said, rising to his feet and buttoning the top button of his suit jacket.

"You might want to say goodbye to her before you take off," Mathew said, pointing in Regan's direction.

Conner found it odd that Regan would be crying over him. Then again, human emotions weren't something he truly understood, given how he's never been human. Placing a hand on her shoulder, stilling her sobbing.

"Why?" Regan asked weakly, her voice muffled by her pillow.

"Because they need to die," Conner said coldly.

"But... I don't want you to die," Regan stated once again, peering at him from the corner of her left eye.

"We all meet our end sooner or later, Regan. They have outlived their usefulness."

"But what if you don't? What then? What will become of you?"

"Haven't a clue, most likely nothing just a reordering of things," Conner answered after a moment of thought.

"Promise me, if you do win, you'll do something for my friends. You're the Prince; you have to have it in your power to ease their suffering," Regan said, reaching out and taking hold of his hand.

"You're a very peculiar woman," Conner stated with a smile.

"Why do you say that?" Regan asked, wiping her tears away.

"I have yet once seen you think about yourself; it's always someone else you're advocating for."

"Well, they're my friends; I hate seeing them treated like they're garbage when their Houses toss them aside. If you can make their lives easier, then I will badger you until the sun goes out to make it happen," Regan stated, fighting back her smile when she saw the corner of his lips lifting.

"I see; you have my word, lady Regan. I shall think upon it," Conner said in all sincerity.

"Good," Regan uttered with a firm nod. "I'll hold you to it." Getting up, kneeling on her bed, and wrapped her arms around his neck while burying her face within it. "Take care of yourself, Conner. Don't go disappearing on us," she whispered, feeling his hand lightly rubbing her back. She wondered as she watched Conner leaving her room if Mary knew about his plan. She doubted it.

Three days later...

Regan raced towards her home in fright. Fear fueled her tired legs as she tried to escape from her deranged ex-boyfriend. Her heart pounded against her ribs as she ran up the stairs hearing Arjun's footfalls closing in. Her scream for Mathew or Dole to open the door echoed down the hallway.

"What the..."

"Close it!" Regan shouted, only to watch in fear as the door struck Mathew in the face, sending him sprawling out onto the floor of her apartment.

"Bitch, I want those drugs he was on," Arjun growled, his meth-induced high fueled his inhuman strength.

"There are no drugs, you fucking moron!" Regan yelled, watching how he easily backhanded Dole. Her heart grew still as Arjun pulled a five inch long knife from his back pocket.

"'Udrono!" Regan shouted, only to feel the blade of Arjun's knife piercing her stomach.

Conner's mind was currently tormenting him with images and memories of his now long-dead wife. His rage burned in his veins at the sight of those smirks on John's and Dustin's faces. However, that all vanished when something pierced his mind, shattering that nightmare that he could never shake. The flash of Regan's image flared in his mind causing his eyes to snap open. He knew the sun was at its peak, he dared not leave the safety of his coffin, yet he knew she was in trouble. Turning his head to the right, it felt someone was guiding him. Whomever that was, he would take their help regardless of the cost to him.

"Bitch! Tell me where the drugs are, and I'll call for an ambulance!" Conner heard a voice that he faintly remembered, then he heard the cries of pain as he emerged from the shadows of Regan's bedroom. "Ah, finally, give me the drugs, and I won't kill..." In the blink of an eye, Arjun was lifted off the floor. His knife went skidding across it when Conner snapped his wrist. Conner's fangs gleamed in the light as he smiled wickedly as the man's fear filled the air. Arjun's arms and legs went limp as Conner crushed his vertebra. Arjun's body landed hard on the floor, his head bouncing against it.

"What the fuck are you?! I can't feel anything!" Arjun cried out.

Conner said nothing, not when he could feel the life slipping out of Regan as her blood pooled against her.

"Conner," Regan uttered weakly, her bloody hand reaching out towards him. "You came."

"I said I would, and I rarely go back on my word," Conner spoke in a soft tone as he knelt down beside her.

"Tell Mary I'm sorry I got blood on her floor..." Regan coughed violently; blood sprayed from her mouth as she fought for a few more moments of life.

"Regan, I can't save you as you are; I can give you another form of life," Conner said, seeing the acceptance in her eyes when the words left his lips. Tearing open her shirt over the wound, bending forward, drinking in her blood, cutting open the palm of his right hand, allowing his blood to fall into the wound. Watching it close before his very eyes. Moving towards her head, gently lifting it and brought his palm to her lips. "Drink Regan and rise again as my daughter," Conner spoke, watching how Regan weakly leaned forward. Her lips wrapped around the wound on his hand. His duel fangs descended as he howled low in his vampiric voice as she drew more and more of his blood into her. "Enough, Regan!" he stated, pulling her away from his hand. Slipping his arms beneath her and lifting her off the floor as the transformation began to take place within her. He knew once she risen as a Crusnik, she would need to feed, and he knew the perfect person for that. Skirting around the sunlight that made it through the windows as he carried her towards her bedroom.

"How is he?" Conner asked when he left Regan's bedroom as Mathew checked on Dole due to the stomping Arjun had rained down upon him.

"Nothing broken, thank god, how did... never mind. What's going to happen to Regan?" Mathew asked, peering up at Conner as he knelt beside Dole, who was holding a dish towel against his face to stop the bleeding from the cuts on his face.

"She will become like me," Conner said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Worry not, I will bring your friend back to you when she rises tonight," he uttered, dragging Arjun's limp body along the floor, ensuring that he banged the man's head against anything and everything he could as he held Arjun by his ankle. "You boys, stay out here; this will not be a sight you will want to see," Conner said as he pushed Regan's bedroom door closed.

"You're a mons..." Arjun's words died away as Conner stuffed one of Regan's dirty socks into his mouth. When a vampire or Crusnik fed, they put their prey into a trance to keep them from screaming or running away in fear. However, Conner was not going to give that man that treatment. No. He was going to watch first hand as Regan made him the very first meal of her unnatural life.

Conner watched as he held Arjun up by his hair. Not caring one bit about the pain he was causing the man. What he wanted meant little to him, watching how Regan went through the last throes of human death. Noting how the upper part of her body rose unnaturally off the floor when her body succumbed to the change. A sinister smile formed on his lips as she surveilled her surroundings with a clarity that she would never experience as a human, or so that's what all his other turned offspring had told him when they first arose as one of his kind. Noting how she peered down at her hands, feeling the strength of his blood flowing through her body as she opened and closed her hands.

"Regan," his voice was firm, drawing her attention towards him, "you must feed before we sleep," Conner directed in a teacherly voice. He had drawn the blinds so that she wouldn't have to worry about the sun upon her rising. "Come, your meal awaits," he said, tilting Arjun's head to the side, exposing the right side of his neck. Watching how her fangs descended as her eyes zeroed in on how the pumping of his blood through his artery held her enthralled. Newborns were always messy eaters, and it was the same with Regan as she feasted on Arjun's blood. "That's enough, Regan," Conner stated, pushing her away when she almost drained Arjun dry.

"You cannot drink the last drop of their blood, or you'll go into a state that mimics death that can last for decades, you understand?" he asked as Regan peered up at him with a nod, her eyes silently telling him she wanted more. He noted she had no sorrow for the man as he dropped Arjun's now lifeless body onto her bedroom floor. Tearing the man's shirt from his back, kneeling down in front of Regan. "I will teach you how to properly feed," Conner spoke in a fatherly voice as he set about to clean the blood from her face. "The first time is always difficult, I promise you, it will get easier as time goes on," he said, noting how those blue-green eyes of hers studied him as he licked the cloth to remove the smears of Arjun's blood from her skin.

"Am I like you?" Her fingers shot to her throat when her voice sounded more alluring than she ever thought possible.

"You mean a Crusnik?" Watching how she nodded weakly as he held her chin in his hand. "Yes, you are a different kind of vampire than the ones you know. Except what's her name, Iyana? She's like you," Conner stated, noticing how she was taking it all in. The moment he was done, Regan flung herself at him, hugging him tightly as she buried her face into his neck.

"Thank you for saving me," Regan said weakly.

"You are very welcome, Regan," Conner replied, lightly rubbing her back. "Pack some belongings to take with you; you must sleep; I promise you, you will see your friends again," he stated, gently caressing her right cheek as she gazed at him. "Now I need to borrow your phone; we can't leave that here," Conner uttered, pointing at Arjun's dead body from over his shoulder.

Pulling out the card from the wallet Mary had gifted him. His fingers moved along the keypad of Regan's cell phone that she had handed him while she went and packed a few things. "Stay in this room; a stray beam of sunlight will kill you right now," Conner spoke, seeing her nod of understanding as he moved towards the door to inform Mathew and Dole of the cleaners that were on their way to deal with the blood and the body.

"How is she?!" Mathew asked in a worried tone.

"She's fine, she has fed, yet as a newborn, you two will be a lure that might make her do things she will regret later on. But worry not, I will be with her when we return this evening. Also, someone is coming to clean up this mess, so you don't need to worry about anything. If anyone asks about Regan, tell them she had an emergency that she had to go out of town for; the next few days will be hard on her adjusting to her new life."

"You promise you'll bring her back?" Dole asked the best he could with his swollen face due to the stomping Arjun had landed upon it.

"I promise you will see her again," Conner nodded. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we must leave the sun is still high even for me."

"You take care of her," Mathew said in a stern protective voice.

"You have my word, Mathew; Regan will not come to any harm," Conner stated in a reassuring tone. Turning around and walking back towards Regan's bedroom. "You ready?" he asked, holding out his hand to her.

"Conner?" Regan uttered, slipping her hand into his.

"Hmm?"

"Will I get to meet your other children?" Regan asked in a curious tone as she peered up at him. Noting how his smirk lifted the left corner of his lips as he brought her into his embrace.

"In time." Was the only words spoken as Conner and Regan were engulfed by the shadows of the room.

"Okay, that was just spooky how you do that," Regan stated when they emerged into the room Conner was using. "Will I be able to do that?" she asked, ignoring the grandeur all around her for the moment.

"No. An elder's gift is different for everyone who reaches that point in time. You might be able to morph into something, drink from across the room, or create fire spontaneously," Conner stated, showing her where she could place her bag. Seeing how he was her maker it fell to him to ensure that she received the proper tutelage. "Mine is just unique given where I was when I underwent my own change," he said, gesturing for her to look around.

"Is this your room?" Regan asked, feeling the pull of the sun on her body.

"No, this is just a guest room; I haven't seen it fitting to run one of the nobles out of theirs," Conner answered with a cruel smile.

"But this room is huge?!" Regan exclaimed, waving to the space around her.

"You think this is huge?!" Conner said, tilting his head, not hiding his coy smile.

"Duh! With how New York City apartments are, this is like a mansion!" Regan said, spinning around in place. It was only because of Conner's grip on her shoulder that she didn't spin out of control.

"You must learn how to regulate your strength, Regan. You're one of us now. A wrong jolt or twitch of your hand could snap a human's bone(s), with ease, without even trying. Don't fret; I will teach you; I am your sire, and it falls to me to see that you learn properly," Conner said in a teacherly voice. "Now come, you must rest; the conversion isn't truly finished."

"What?!" Regan asked in confusion as Conner led her towards a bare wall.

"What you're feeling right now is only the start of your journey. When we awaken, you will truly be my daughter," Conner said, pressing a hidden button, pulling Regan to his side as the wall lowered, revealing a modern luxurious coffin that was strapped to the platform. It had sensors within it that would raise it if no occupant was detected. Holding out his hand to her as he lifted the lid, "We'll get your own soon; that way, you won't be so cramped in mine," Conner said with a smile to lighten the mood.

"I wouldn't mind that, you know," brushing strands of her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear as she peered down at the tops of her feet, "sleeping together, I mean," Regan said with a deep rouge on her cheeks.

"A Lady of the House Ambrose shouldn't be seen sleeping with her master," Conner teased as he helped her into the coffin.

"So? I can be sneaky if I want to," Regan replied in a playful tone, getting a chuckle out of Conner.

"Patience was like you when I turned her," Conner mused as he laid on his side facing Regan.

"Who?" Regan's voice died away as the lid sealed them in.

"Conner?! Conner?!" Mary said, knocking on the lid of his coffin. "This isn't like you, to be sleeping so late," she said; she would have thought he would be at her door the moment she awoke that night, not coming to his room to rouse him.​