Riches to Rags( A Vampyre Slave Story)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Darren's POV

 

"What?" She knew? Was she joking? She had to be. She couldn't possibly know. "I don't think you understand what I mean. I'm perfectly serious... I am a vampyre. A real one."

Tommy visibly shuddered in fear, Rashel squeezed him closer to her, resting her hand on his head in a comforting gesture. She turned her curly head in my direction, an almost bored expression on her face. "Yes, I know. I understand; you're a blood-sucking creature of darkness. And by the way you dress and the car you drive, I'm sure you are a higher member of the vampyre aristocracy. Am I mistaken?"

My mouth slightly gapped in utter disbelief. The corner of her mouth turned upward at my reaction and I immediately erased all emotion from my face and returned my gaze to the road ahead. It was unfathomable.

Taking my silence for assent to her question she said, "As I said before, I figured as much."

Questions erupted in my head all striving to be spoken first. One came to the forefront. "How do you know about us?"

She was silent for a moment and I turned in time to see her brow furrowed in indecision. I would normally have been irritated at her hesitation however I was still taken aback by this unexpected turn of events. I had fully expected her to laugh at me or to make some skeptical comment; which then would have left me to show her my fangs. That usually put people's skepticisms to rest upon hearing this confession; it had definitely worked on Iris and Kate. This girl was different however. Just by looking at me, my attire, and my mode of transportation she had already discovered that not only was I not human, I was an elite member of my species. This girl was proving to be even more fascinating than I had anticipated.

After a full minute, she apparently decided to grace me with an answer. "I come from a long line of vampyre hunters."

No wonder she had recognized me for what I was.

She paused, clearing her throat. "However, if I'm not mistaken, our King has recently entered a formal treaty with the vampyre community. He will be marrying his daughter off to some vampyre noble's son."

I had heard something of that through a brief passing however I hadn't really cared to find out more. I didn't exactly communicate with my fellow vampyres in a frequent fashion. Hell, I hardly talked to my parents or brother. After I had turned eighteen I had left home and started on my own. I didn't care for the politics of being the eldest son of one of the highest and most influential vampyre families in our world. I had never expressed a desire to follow in my father's footsteps and had informed him of such. He didn't take it so well to say the least. However, upon my brother showing his interest in upholding the family name my father had wasted no time in turning his attention to him. It was a match made in political heaven for those two. I wanted a life of my own. One of peace. I hated unnecessary complications; and as far as I was concerned, politics was exactly that. Therefore, I hardly ever saw my family.

I mentally shook my family out of my mind and regarded the girl once more. I had other questions but I withheld them. I was going to get to know Rashel slowly, intimately. There was plenty of time to find out more later.

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Rashel's POV

After I had mentioned the treaty between my people and the vampyres he had not asked anymore questions; thankfully.  It was silent the rest of the way, leaving me to my inner thoughts. I hadn't been sure how much about myself I should disclose to this man. I wondered if he would release me if he knew I  was the betrothed daughter of whom I spoke but something told me that would be futile. I doubted it would make a difference in his mind. He didn't seem the type to care, considering his lack of questioning after what I had imparted.