The Crestwoods

Prolouge

800 AD

"Darling open your eyes for me" 

"Doll come on wake up"

With a groan Avalin opened her light green eyes peered into her father's blue eyes, her eyesight seemed different, clearer almost, more sharp and keen. 

"Doll, how are you feeling?" Michael questioned. " My head hurts Papa", she whimpered as she nuzzled her face into her father's neck crook.

He released her for a brief second before readjusting her to where her head was by his chest. 

Michael pushed her face gently to take his nipple, for he knew that she would become the most powerful being in history.

In order to understand what Michael is talking about you must know that Michael was a single father who had raised his daughter through the fires from hell through dark magic. Michael raised Avalin teaching her the traits of dark magic.  On the night of the coldest day, that the village had experienced, Michael made the difficult decision to call upon the dark lord to turn his daughter into the most powerful creatures after Avalin had contracted the plague.  So that night he performed the ritual turning his daughter into a powerful tribrid and him the same. They would be half demon, half vampire, as well as witch.  

Avalin hesitantly took her father's nipple into his mouth before sucking gently, a warm sweet liquid filled her mouth and the throbbing ache in her head stopped the more she drank.

Michael waited until she was finished drinking from him before wiping away the excess blood with his thumb and feeding the excess to her. After discussing what he had done with her, Michael gently rocked Avalin until she fell asleep. This would only be the beginning of their story..

1200AD

"Father" "Papa"

Dropping the victim that Michael had been feeding off of, he opened his arms as he saw Avalin running from the stream. He quickly noticed that the calls for him were more serious than what he orginally thought.

"Pa.. A mob is coming for us" " They are coming with flames and weapons" Quickly shushing his daughter's worries Michael soothed her as he too heard the mob approaching. 

"Doll, I need you to please go to the house-" 

"I shall not leave you!"

"Doll, I shall be fine." " Do not fear for twenty weak humans cannot take me down." When Michael realized that Avalin's grip did not falter he forcefully removed her hands from his tunic and sent her on her way. 

When he was sure she was gone, he headed towards the lights of the mob. Michael without even blinking killed the mob before continuing his slaughter in the village.

The substance of blood covered his clothes and filled his senses as he tore apart the young maiden in his grip,yet stopped when a smell sweeter and stronger than blood filled his senses.

He followed the smell to a small crate where he could hear another heartbeat, with a malious grin he ripped the cover off of the cart revealing a young boy no younger than Michael's year of 19. 

Grinning at the thought of one more meal, something in him refused to harm the boy. The mere thought of harming him made his knees weak.

"Please do not harm me!" the boy exclaimed as Michael reached down to touch the boy

Anger filled his veins at the idea that the boy believed Michael would cause such harm to his person. Yet, when Michael touched the boy's cheek the boy leaned into the touch humming softly. 

"Werewolf" "Is that what you are?"

"Yes, sir" Michael hummed in acknowledgement, understanding this young boy was his mate.

"What is your name little one?"

with a stutter he replied, " William.. sir"

"Well, William it seems the two of us are mates."

"But sir what are you? You don't smell of wolf and you slaughter like a demon."

A low chuckle bubbled from Michael's throat at he picked up William from the cart.

"I am a demon darling, the thing parents warn you of"

Michael still clutched onto William as he led him into William's hut where the fire was still burning in the hearth. Lying William down he slowly undressed him as he kissed every inch of his body. 

Michael offered William his wrist as he pumped in and out of him, quickly William drank from Michael groaning at the taste.

As they both reached their climax they bit down on each other completing the mating process.

Helping a stubbling William to his house to check on Avalin, Michael mindlinked his daughter to tell her the news. 

As he opened the door to their borrowed hutch Avalin launched herself at both him and William hugging them. 

This event happened four more times over the years once in 1400 is when Erik was found by the Crestwoods while in Scotland, again in 1864 in the Civil War is where they met Blake and Nathan who were fighting on opposite sides, Avalin everytime adjusted well to all men with open arms.

She called Michael "Papa", Erik was "Pa", Blake "Dad", Nathan "Dada" and William "Daddy".

Each man had excepted the young teenager loving her with all their heart. The youngest of the mates William and Nathan were tasked with being the one who Avalin fed from, although they often had to assure her they did not mind.

The year was now 2020 and this is their story.