Deep inside the cathedral was an office where the man who welcomed Lux took her. There was a desk made of polished wood and two wooden chairs facing one another. There was a huge library where several books of different genres, ages, and languages. There was a glass bottle of what appeared to be wine, but if anyone went for a taste, they would have the displeasure of finding out that it was, in fact, blood. Two exquisite carved crystal glasses completed the set. Both teasing Lux for a taste, but she knew better than to touch what wasn't hers. If her host felt that she earned a glass, he would of his own volition offer her one. Her face was unreadable as she observed the man before her. Elegant yet cold. His face was carved with deep lines, despite his vampire nature, which only indicated that he was turned when he was already old.
Rumors led her to his doorstep, the hermit vampire Dalmas Stejic. He was said to be a very old vampire, a scholar from Damascus, turned into a vampire when he was already an old man. He was said to be obsessed with vampire history, obsessed with the origins of this species, so much so that he didn't want to socialize with his peers. He kept informers across the whole vampire society to help him write down all the major events happening since the deaths of the Founding Vampires. If Lux wanted to find information about the founding vampires, he was her best chance to do it. For now, he observed the redhead who was sitting across the table. He sat still, his eyes hawking on Lux, studying her every move and determination. She pinched her lips together and her eyes averted from his face to the library behind him.
Her mind was troubled from the moment she left Atlanta. She didn't want to leave Jake, but she had to. He had a tour and she had an investigation to lead. The safety of her father and their family was her priority, and she had to look further into it. She ran her hand through her red hair and moistened her lips. Jake's face came to mind. Again! His infectious grin was the first thing she remembered. That grin that made her legs wobble and her heart flutter. That grin that sent shivers down her spine. She then thought of his arms, strong enough to hold onto her, strong enough to lift her legs and bend them above her chest. Lux remembered when Jake did it, when he noticed she loved to grab her legs and kept them spread wide for Jake.
She felt vulnerable like that, exposed with her cunt opened for him and her clit poking out for attention. Lux remembered the delicious friction between them, the fact that his hard cock brushed against the sensitive skin of her inner walls. She remembered her toes curling and felt them curl in her shoes as the memory took over. She sucked on her bottom lip and dropped her head a little bit. The redhead fought hard to hold back a moan and slowly rubbed her legs together. She tried to focus on that old man, and for a brief moment, the vampire managed to do so. She focused on that bottle of blood and cleared her throat, wanting to ask a question to distract the old man from her growing arousal, but nothing came to her. She swallowed a lump and tucked some hair behind her pointy ear.
"Miss Adora, perhaps you need to drink something?" -
"I have... I just need a little moment Mr. Stejic." -She slowly coughed and waited for him to pour her a glass of blood.-
"Miss Adora. When you wrote to me, I didn't know if you were being serious about researching the Elder vampires. Very few of your peers actually care about our history, let alone about our Founding Fathers."
"What.." -She coughed- "What made you change your mind?" -She cleared her throat and grabbed the glass of blood and took it to her lips so she could take a sip-
"I was informed of your genuine interest in our history and the fact that you questioned the scholars of the fortress."
"Informed? Please, don't tell me you're working with Frederic Roustain!" -She almost choked on her drink-
"No. I do not /work/ with Frederic Roustain. I do not /work/ for anyone, so you don't have to worry about it. I just like to keep myself informed about what's happening in our vampire society. "
"I see... So you figured out I was serious in my inquiry. Do you have an answer for me?"
"I do." -He stood up and turned around so he could take a look at the books he wanted to show her.-
Lux's mind drifted again. This time, she was hearing Jake's groans and moans in her ears while she was riding his cock. Both of her hands were on his chest, claws drawn and embedded into his chest. Her tail wrapped around his cock, squeezing firmly while she was bouncing on his cock. She remembered the smell, that chaotic mix of blood, cum, and sweat. She remembered the echoes of their cries in that room, the pleasure washing over her body, and Jake's eyes rolled deep into his skull. Pleasure, unadulterated pleasure, bliss even. His fingers sank into her flesh, and would have bruised her had she been human. That memory was overwhelming her to the point that the redhead forgot what Dalmas was saying. Her eyes followed his movements, but they were blurred because her mind was filled with memories. Jake nibbling on her neck, whispering horny things and sweet nothings to her ears..
She had the memories of Jake holding onto her calf, her waist, her neck, her hair... anything he could reach with his hands and anything she wanted him to touch. It elicited another moan she could only muffle. Her legs rubbed harder against each other, and she put both her drink and her other hand flat on the desk. Fuck! What was going on? She bit her bottom lip harder, as her pussy was quivering now and clenching in thin air. Fuck! She was turned on, and she heard the dry noise of books being smacked against the desk. Dalmas lifted a brow, noticing the flustered vampire who was having trouble keeping her hormones in control. He might have been old, but his senses were keen, maybe even more than those of a younger vampire. He picked up the scent of her arousal, noticing how darker her cheeks turned as she blushed. He noticed her chest heave up and down, and her legs rub together.
"Miss Adora. Perhaps you need a minute to gather yourself?"
"What? oh.. This? I am sorry. I was distracted! I apologize for my distraction." -She cleared her throat again. The sensation of Jake's kisses to her neck lingered a little longer, and she pinched her lips together- "Please, I'm listening." -Why now? Why couldn't she stop thinking about Jake?-
"Fine. I wanted to find the relics of our founding fathers and investigate their deaths. I have witnessed two deaths with my own two eyes. My Founding Father, Stepjan Stejic, and Founding Mother, Fenghua Li. I haven't seen the other deaths and subsequent burials. However, I wanted to find proof of these events ever taking place. So I dedicated my entire life to research."
"I see. I have a hypothesis regarding two of our founding fathers. Something tells me that you have the answers to my questions."
"I assume you're talking about Roustain and Adora. I have found testimonies of Mother Ngawa's suicide. Letters recounted the event and were sent to me with the belongings of fallen brethren."
"Letters? Are you saying that when a vampire dies, their belongings are sent to you?" -He nodded- "I see... There was no reason to censor these letters since it was acknowledged that she walked into the sun." -She sucked at her bottom lip and looked up to the old vampire.-
"Yes. Therefore, all of my attention was focused on finding what happened to Roustain and Adora."
"I do not believe the story they told about our Founding Father, Adora. I heard the stories; he was not losing his mind at the moment of his death. I refuse to accept that he preemptively died when he showed no signs of madness. Do you have anything supporting this?"
"Do you believe that he is not dead?" -She frantically nodded- "And what do you think would happen if he were indeed alive?"
"He would come back and witness the new vampire society. He would not like what we became and would try to reform it. I think... we are not safe from a civil war." -He opened one book and put it on the table, opened to a couple of letters stacked together-
"Here! There are accounts of witnesses who saw the preparations for the suicide ceremony. They saw the wooden stake, the coffin. Some went with the firstborn of Founding Father Adora and saw the body and the stake before it was closed and buried in the ocean."
"Witnesses? I thought there had been none but the firstborn...." -She stroked her chin and once again, was disturbed by another flashback.-
Lux quickly put her hand over her lips to muffle the soft moan that escaped her lips. She thought of Jake playing with her breasts. She loved it when he massaged them, softly, then more firmly and even hard. She loved it when he played with her nipples and felt her underwear get dampened by her arousal as she was now completely turned on by her flashbacks. Fuck! How indecent! How could she be turned on when getting the information she needed from an old scholar? Why couldn't she completely focus on the information being given to her? Fuck! Lux blushed harder and bit her bottom lip harder, to the point of drawing blood. Dalmas lifted a brow, never breaking his serious facial expression. He politely waited for her to compose herself, and once she was ready to go, and mouthed an apology he resumed talking as if he had not seen anything.
"Only the firstborn was present when he assisted his Sire's suicide. He held onto that secret for centuries until guilt overwhelmed him and he wrote a confession letter. It was kept hidden in a book he owned and that was passed on to his lover, who held onto it until the firstborn died. She then gave it to me because she felt the burden of her grief to be too great for her to bear. From this letter, I was able to confirm that many of the other accounts of Father Adora were true."
"Still... There is no way to truly confirm it. The coffin is lost to the sea, and it could still be empty. However, I trust your judgement. If you think that we can trust the letters. What do you know about Father Roustain?"
"The skull in his mausoleum isn't his. I found a note by the architect of his mausoleum. He was given instructions for the building. From design to construction to the ceremony that had to take place here, and the relics that were to be placed there. I could have stopped here, but I collected letters and diaries from his court, witnessing his growing frustration with Father Adora. Some even talked about a seething jealousy that was eating at him. His jealousy was well-known and documented."
"What are you trying to say?" -Lux asked, blinking several times.-
"I am saying that I have information that could seal your fate, Miss Adora. If I tell you what I know, there will be no turning back."
"Are we in danger?" -He slowly nodded at her, and that information was enough to snap her out of her fantasies- "Then I have to hear it."
-TBC-