Chapter One:- Paradise Lost
"Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit. Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste. Brought death into the world and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man. Restore us and regain the blissful seat. Sing, Heav'nly Muse, that on the secret top. Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire. That shepherd who first taught the chosen seed. In the beginning how the heav'ns and earth"
He crossed his legs by his ankles as they slammed down onto his large Victorian leather topped desk. As his pale finger tips traced lightly across the frail crisp light pages from one of his own personal collections that he had acquired from inheriting many of Sophie-Ann Leclercq's possessions from her former premises in New Orleans.
John Milton - One of Bill's favorite English poet's from 1664.
He had lifted his long stemmed frosted champagne chute filled with the blood of Czarina of Russia Alexandra. A particular favorite of his that he had sent the procurer's out for him to acquire. As he lifted the frosted glass to his lips, he let the warm liquid saturate the inside of his mouth, with a hint of rose petal that added that extra sweetening taste made him appreciate the finer tastes of various blood that was available to him due to his seat in the Vampire Society as King of Louisiana.
As he slid the empty champagne onto his desk, without his eyes leaving the pages of his book, his mind lost in the world of the John Milton. He had found the words so intriguing and it bewitched his mind and took him to a world of peace and tranquility. A place where he could clear his mind from all the worries that fell upon him.
There was a knock at the door which brought him away from his book as he lifted his head and placed the book gently upon his desk.
"Enter", he spoke in a soft tone as he raised his back to attention. Pondering of whom would visit him as he himself had no knowledge of visitations for the night.
A young woman who he had become to know as Francesca, a member of his day staff who excelled in all qualities of her procuring that she had done for him over the many weeks. He found that she was very skilled in the bedroom department as he recalled vividly.
"Your highness....I have a new Royal Blend for your approval Sire" her sweet angelic voice brought a smile onto his face. Her slender body, her olive skin and her bright green eyes. Her hair as golden as the sunrise on a winter morning.
"Please come in Francesca....and please Bill"
She giggled sweetly as she entered the room dressed in a tight white crisp shirt and a knee length black skirt that flayed just above her knees. Her high heeled shoes clicked as she made her way towards his desk. Placing a newly filled scotch glass filled with the most aromatic blood that he had ever smelled before. A scent that he had vividly remembered.
"And what is so special about this blood Francesca?" he lifted the glass to his nose and began swirling it catch the further scent of the blood.
"This is the blood from one of the oldest Fae that we were able to find. It has come especially from the King of Austria, a gift if you will"
"Ah yes...King Jäger. I shall thank him personally" he grinned.
"Would there be anything else Bill?" her gleaming white smile shone brightly against her olive skin.
"For now no....But i shall require your attendance later tonight" he smiled as her as she winked at him before leaning across the table letting her cleavage become on display for him.
"Of course sire" she took the empty champagne chute from the desk and turned as he watched her hips sway as she exited his office. As the door clicked shut, he was now alone once again as he enjoyed.
He raised the glass to his nose once again to take a large inhale of the ambrosia that he held within his hand. Closing his eyes he placed the glass to his lips and parted them as the thick warmed liquid slid down his throat, trickling down as sent a chilling sensation through his body down to his toes. His finger tips began to tingle with a prickling sensation that he found very odd.
He felt a warmth within his core that he had not felt since he was human. Hid head became woozy as did his eyes become clouded. He felt every sensation in his body become alive, the glass slid from his grasp as it shattered to pieces as it collided to the floor.
His arms grasped the edge of his desk as he forced his legs to stand, he swayed as he fell suddenly to his knees, his arms not quick enough to stop his fall. His head cracked itself on the edge of the table as he fell unconscious to the floor. His body paralyzed as his eyes searched frantically to find someway to alert his staff that his safety had been compromised.
His eyes flicked and he breath became shallow as his eyes closed.
And then he was gone.
"Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit. Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste. Brought death into the world and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man. Restore us and regain the blissful seat. Sing, Heav'nly Muse, that on the secret top. Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire. That shepherd who first taught the chosen seed. In the beginning how the heav'ns and earth"
He crossed his legs by his ankles as they slammed down onto his large Victorian leather topped desk. As his pale finger tips traced lightly across the frail crisp light pages from one of his own personal collections that he had acquired from inheriting many of Sophie-Ann Leclercq's possessions from her former premises in New Orleans.
John Milton - One of Bill's favorite English poet's from 1664.
He had lifted his long stemmed frosted champagne chute filled with the blood of Czarina of Russia Alexandra. A particular favorite of his that he had sent the procurer's out for him to acquire. As he lifted the frosted glass to his lips, he let the warm liquid saturate the inside of his mouth, with a hint of rose petal that added that extra sweetening taste made him appreciate the finer tastes of various blood that was available to him due to his seat in the Vampire Society as King of Louisiana.
As he slid the empty champagne onto his desk, without his eyes leaving the pages of his book, his mind lost in the world of the John Milton. He had found the words so intriguing and it bewitched his mind and took him to a world of peace and tranquility. A place where he could clear his mind from all the worries that fell upon him.
There was a knock at the door which brought him away from his book as he lifted his head and placed the book gently upon his desk.
"Enter", he spoke in a soft tone as he raised his back to attention. Pondering of whom would visit him as he himself had no knowledge of visitations for the night.
A young woman who he had become to know as Francesca, a member of his day staff who excelled in all qualities of her procuring that she had done for him over the many weeks. He found that she was very skilled in the bedroom department as he recalled vividly.
"Your highness....I have a new Royal Blend for your approval Sire" her sweet angelic voice brought a smile onto his face. Her slender body, her olive skin and her bright green eyes. Her hair as golden as the sunrise on a winter morning.
"Please come in Francesca....and please Bill"
She giggled sweetly as she entered the room dressed in a tight white crisp shirt and a knee length black skirt that flayed just above her knees. Her high heeled shoes clicked as she made her way towards his desk. Placing a newly filled scotch glass filled with the most aromatic blood that he had ever smelled before. A scent that he had vividly remembered.
"And what is so special about this blood Francesca?" he lifted the glass to his nose and began swirling it catch the further scent of the blood.
"This is the blood from one of the oldest Fae that we were able to find. It has come especially from the King of Austria, a gift if you will"
"Ah yes...King Jäger. I shall thank him personally" he grinned.
"Would there be anything else Bill?" her gleaming white smile shone brightly against her olive skin.
"For now no....But i shall require your attendance later tonight" he smiled as her as she winked at him before leaning across the table letting her cleavage become on display for him.
"Of course sire" she took the empty champagne chute from the desk and turned as he watched her hips sway as she exited his office. As the door clicked shut, he was now alone once again as he enjoyed.
He raised the glass to his nose once again to take a large inhale of the ambrosia that he held within his hand. Closing his eyes he placed the glass to his lips and parted them as the thick warmed liquid slid down his throat, trickling down as sent a chilling sensation through his body down to his toes. His finger tips began to tingle with a prickling sensation that he found very odd.
He felt a warmth within his core that he had not felt since he was human. Hid head became woozy as did his eyes become clouded. He felt every sensation in his body become alive, the glass slid from his grasp as it shattered to pieces as it collided to the floor.
His arms grasped the edge of his desk as he forced his legs to stand, he swayed as he fell suddenly to his knees, his arms not quick enough to stop his fall. His head cracked itself on the edge of the table as he fell unconscious to the floor. His body paralyzed as his eyes searched frantically to find someway to alert his staff that his safety had been compromised.
His eyes flicked and he breath became shallow as his eyes closed.
And then he was gone.
