0348: The Vampire's Daughter Book IV

After a brief moment, Meredith's father yelled for guards to clean up what he termed, “this mess.”

Meredith was outraged. She stood up, and screamed at her father. “This mess? This mess? You are a monster! This mess is your wife. She loved you, she gave birth to your child.”

Meredith's father tilted his head and looked at her. “You have no concept of what I have become. Of what I am and will be forever. Your mother was a...” he stopped.

Meredith stepped away from her father. He was a monster. He was a powerful, vengeful, and aspiring monster. She could see in him that he wanted to rule the world.

“I will have a queen by my side,” he said to her. “You will be that queen.”

“I will not,” Meredith announced with fury.

The men in the room had not truly begun to clean up, as they were paying more attention to the drama unfolding in the room than their assigned task. Looking at them gravely, Meredith's father said, “Leave us.” The men scurried out of the room, leaving the mother's body on the floor where it fell.

Her father closed the door, turned, and said, “You will be my queen.” He said it with a calm that sent a chill through Meredith's body.

“Father, no,” she begged, though she knew there would be no way to stop him.

He walked up to her and said, “And to ensure that you never betray me again, I will teach you a lesson before I make you like I am.”

Sol, closed that book. A tear fell down his cheek. He knew that what he was about to read, he knew that he would read it, but he didn't want to make it real by seeing the words. He paced the room, hoping that someone would come in, but unwilling to leave the book. After bracing himself, he sat again and read.

Meredith's father grabbed her forcefully by the arm and ripped her clothing off. He looked her naked body over and smiled. “You will now learn your place. I am your father, your Sire and your king. You are powerless to stop me and you will forever remember that after this night.”

He threw her to the floor and unbuckled his pants. Standing half naked above his daughter, he listened as she begged him to stop. He did not, her struggles were futile, he was too strong for her to stop him. He raped her.

Sol cried openly. His bloody tears stained his hands and arms as he wiped them away. The book itself had little red circles where his tears had fallen. It took him some time, but he composed himself and continued.

Meredith had drawn herself into a ball in the corner while her father cleaned himself up. She was lost in her own world. Eventually her father said, “It is time.” This brought her back to the room and the situation.

She did not fight her father when he drew her blood. She did not fight the death as it crept over her, she did not fight as her father lifted her dying body up and offered his wrist. She looked over at her mother's body and with her last effort lunged at it. Her father was too shocked to do anything but watch as his daughter drank the still warm blood of his dead wife, her mother.

He did nothing as she rolled over from her mother's body, a wild look in her eye. To his surprise, he felt that it had worked. She had made herself of her mother to spite him.


[The Vampire’s Daughter: An ongoing vampire story. Copyright Reuben Gregg Brewer, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010. All rights reserved.]