And the Fates Laughed

To her, I was like some form of anchor to her past. I gave her hope, while she stole mine. I tried to tell her how distasteful it was for her to recount the things she had to do. Especially the accounts of her agonizing thirst, and the things she did to help ease it.

Sometimes she would lose herself in her thoughts, not realizing that once she opened her link to me I could hear everything. During those times, her mental images would flood my mind and carry me along with her.

The easy part was enduring her blood thirst. I already suffered from it, but I was also granted temporary blessings by feeling her sate her needs. It was completely vicarious, but somehow over time, it helped me learn how to live without it. Part of it was age. Master had hinted that the thirst would eventually ease and then be all but naught.

It was much harder to listen to her thoughts about her sexual encounters. At first, she felt guilty about being unfaithful to me. It seemed easy to forgive her back then because I could hear her pain and still feel her love for me. But all things become routine and it seemed to me that she started to deliberately describe things in more and more detail.

She never did realize that her sending me words as thoughts meant that I could also hear her internal dialog. It was crushing to me that she tried to spice up her exploits by edging closer and closer to deliberate cuckolding. I could forgive her while she was being forced but it became harder and harder to forgive as she progressed.

The hardest of all though was listening to her thoughts about Master. At first, she despised him, both regardless of and because of how much he could control her body. Then she began to recognize that she truly enjoyed his touch. She still hated him with a passion, but the passion was epic. I was forced to listen to them and therefore experience her growing lust for him.

After a few centuries, she had forgotten how much she hated him and considered him her best sexual partner.

After about four hundred years or so she was settling in for one of their 'naps' and reminiscing about their latest sex session when I knew I had lost her forever. She realized that she was in love with him. That single moment sits in my memories, along with watching my father's head be torn half off and Master sucking my youngest son dry.

There are too many memories that tie in with those to mention. If that isn't enough, I have thousands that qualify as a close second. Watching my wife beg Master to sink his cock into her for the first time is just one of them.

Time continued to pass and I grew out of love with my ex-wife and then began to consider her to be one of my tormentors. Master would occasionally speak to me to describe some particularly despicable act as a means of causing pain. Usually to inform me of how far along the path of depravity his new wife had ventured.

He didn't realize that she had been talking to me all along. She had been keeping secrets from him, and while I had grown to hate her, her duplicity gave me a semblance of hope. He also didn't realize that I'd started to hear both of their thoughts without their having initiated the process. Because of this, I overheard many discussions between them. I was indirectly taught that with age came power. I listened in as Master's wife was declared a master in her own right.

Two master vampires living and hunting together would be impossible to stop if they were careful. And for the most part, they were. Their eventual undoing would ironically come from Master's original choice to turn his bride into a slut.

It would seem that each master vampire develops their own set of powers and his wife's thoughts were always on the subject of sex. Her nurturing the ability to seduce her prey should have been a forgone conclusion but Master underestimated her.

While he was a brute, living simply by force with no desire to improve. Mankind came to worship her hoping to placate what they feared the most.

Master could unleash destruction with his easily created disposable army of thralls but his wife would never even allow them to mount a defense. She would sweep into a village or even a city and people would fall to their knees and beg to be given the honor of dying in her arms.

She came to be known by dozens of names, while Master never pursued a title. Being called a succubus was the least of her monikers. Most of the names were used in the form of worship. To people, she was a deity, and Master slowly became relegated to being her protector, destroying those she was displeased with. Namely, those she chose not to fuck.

As for me, they had forgotten about me for the most part. The only time either remembered my existence was when they moved their lair. I would be considered only long enough for them to be assured of my continued imprisonment before being forgotten again.

What they failed to realize, was that while my body may have continued to be little more than a shell, my mind had grown in power at the same rate as their own. Except, I didn't need to use most of my power to maintain a physical body.

The reason I was forgotten so completely was my choice. I had learned how to make subtle suggestions that they believed were their own ideas. If I didn't have to listen to their attempts at tormenting me, I was allowed to listen to the rest of those around me. Yes, I could have simply suggested I be set free but after a millennium, I no longer thought of myself as a physical being. I was pure thought, while my body was useless. It was only a thing to house my mind in.

What I hadn't realized was what it had meant to have the strength of will to overpower Master's before I had even been transformed. And with time came power. In the beginning, he had hinted that I had the potential to become a master. And my failure to think of myself as a physical being allowed him to continue to exist. Which allowed him and his bride to commit atrocities throughout a large swath of history.

I spent my time listening and learning. As my mind expanded I could hear the minds of entire towns, and then regions, and eventually counties and beyond. What I learned was that people didn't change much. They wanted the same things I had wanted as a man; love, companionship, and purpose.

As the millennia began to stack up, I realized several things. One was that Master and his wife were contrary to the natural order of things. Not because they killed things. Everything kills to eat. The problem was that they were killing for the sake of cruelty. They were also becoming sloppy and had allowed several young vampires to survive outside of their control.

The second was that the pair were far too powerful for humans to kill on their own. The young would be a large enough challenge. There was no chance they could defeat Master and his bride.

The third was that I would need to regain my body in order to kill them myself.

And lastly, and most importantly, was that the only blood I would be willing to take for that to happen was that of another vampire.

There would be no chance for a young one to get anywhere near the lair of the ancient ones unless they were at rest. When a vampire sleeps they use no resources but continue to age. So while it is true that they aren't feeding they don't need to. The tradeoff is slightly in the favor of the sleeper. And the benefit, at least in their minds, thanks to me, was that the benefit increased the longer they slept.

I began implanting hints that they deserved greater and greater power and the path to that power with the least risk was to sleep. Ten-year naps became fifty, and fifty-year naps grew into centuries. While they slept, I spent my time listening to and prodding mankind to advance itself.

As each new discovery was uncovered, my hope that humans would become strong enough to be my allies increased.

An inadvertent ally showed itself in the young, simply by existing. I had rarely heard of them surviving longer than a century or two and so I wasn't worried about them getting out of hand. The most notable upstart and my biggest ally came in the form of Vlad the Impaler. He wasn't even an actual vampire. He was just a truly despicable example of humanity. But when he became notorious, my plans started to take shape. With prodding, the legends of vampires grew quickly and spread worldwide.

Hiding the truth within stories allowed me to teach humans how to kill my kind. Mostly, it just required them to decide to fight. And while superstition brought on several techniques that were not actually helpful, awareness and fear stiffened their spins. The young ones quickly chose to hide or were killed.

I prompted the ancients to hide as well until the fear abated and thus they chose to move us again and sleep for the next five hundred years. While they slept, I listened, prompted, and taught. Technology started to advance, giving rise to weapons that could be used by the common housewife to kill our kind. At least if she were to get lucky anyway. Of course, the militaries of the world could do so with greater ease. The risk had finally become too great for Master and his bride to hunt openly and I rejoiced!

My tormentors awoke unto what they perceived as an alien world. And while they knew nothing of how to hide in the new social order, I had been living it through the many minds that I listened to. Their confusion allowed me to prompt them with surprising ease.

Because of this, the world's oldest and most overused whore would find instant adoration in the guise of a porn star. Of course, her ego required the usual trappings and a new mansion would be a fitting façade to hide our new lair.

I let the pair choose the architect and design that would be the method of my rebirth, while I spent my time insinuating myself into the minds of the builders. They became an extension of my will and as such, vessels for the task of teaching me how to walk and talk again.

The hardest part of my plan was to convince the ancients to take a short three-month 'vacation' in our new vault. They would be safe while their magnificent new home was built above us. And they wouldn't have to risk exposure living in hotels.

I almost didn't succeed. But all it took was a few more nudges.

I guided them into chat rooms that were heavy with discussions on how it seemed that all big celebrities mysteriously disappeared from time to time. If I had eyes at the time I would have rolled them as I used one of her many new fans to convince the celebrity whore to vanish one last time.

As my jailers willed their minds into dormancy a few inches above me I took over the minds of several construction workers. They would have no memory of carefully driving a #18 rebar through twenty feet of soil into the chests of two sleeping vampires and a few inches beyond.

Had they been simply sleeping like a human, they would have transmuted themselves into vapor and killed their attackers. Unfortunately for them, rebar works as well as any stake. And having their heart ruptured paralyzed them completely, making them appear to be the corpses that they were. They weren't truly dead. They had been forced awake, but couldn't move or use their powers.

As Master and the whore struggled to understand their plight, I was showered with the blood of two ancient master vampires. My first taste of blood in almost six thousand years can't possibly be described in words. Especially since it carried enough power to more than double my own.

However having suddenly returned to physicality, I found myself confused at first. I felt momentarily trapped in the physical body that I now had, and almost dug out of the vault simply to escape.

Thankfully, I regained my lucidity. then I reminded my tormenters of my existence and laughed at their mental pleadings for assistance. I explained what I was about to do to them just before I flooded Master's mind with the torment of thousands of his victims. I had gathered the images from the broken souls just before their deaths. Although, I didn't feed him the images one at a time. I filled him with all of their fears and pain at once. The psychic backlash was orgasmic.

I let it wash over me for at least an hour before I broke through the layer of wood separating myself from Master and his bride. Once through, I suddenly stopped pushing pain into Master's mind, leaving him both confused and grateful. That was until I explained that I was going to drain him completely. That he was about to end.

He begged me not to, but I laughed, rasping across his mind as he had done so long ago. Of all of the images I had shown him, I had saved one for that moment.

As I sank my fangs into his neck and very slowly drew his power into me, I let him feel what I had felt as he drained my youngest son.

For Master's wife, I let her relive my memories of our life together before Master arrived in our village. I let her feel real love, and utter joy, seeing our children again.

Then I let her relive her grief at killing them and turning our oldest into a thrall. I knew showing her the pain of others wouldn't affect her like killing her own children would. After letting her see those memories for a few hours, I gave her the memory of her deciding she loved Master and not me, just before replaying the image of him so flippently killing our youngest.

Only once she was truly broken and felt the torment that a mother should feel for her actions, I drained her too.

Between the two of them, I was extremely power drunk and chose to simply bask in it for an hour or so. Then knowing my task wasn't complete, I tore the heads and hearts from the former gods.

Once completed, I spent a frustrating half-hour learning how to transform myself into vapor. Knowing I had a 'mist form' and knowing how to take that form isn't the same thing.

By the time I'd figured it out, the construction workers had removed the rebar, allowing me to pour twenty gallons of gasoline down one of the holes. And once the fire had burned itself out I returned to my cell, gathered all the ash, and had the holes filled with concrete.

Had my jailers been young ones I would have felt confident I'd finished my quest but these were ancients. I took the ashes to the nearest church and had the remains consecrated before taking them out to sea.

As the last bits of dust settled into the waves, I looked back at the city on the shore, thinking about what would come next.

I was a man again. All I wanted now was to find love, companionship, and purpose.

I could find purpose easily enough. I could hunt down all the young ones, but why? They would survive as long as they were wise enough to be subtle. That would be a false quest on my part and I couldn't fathom attempting a relationship with one of them. I wouldn't be able to abide by what they had done to survive. Loving one was out of the question.

Any companionship I found with a human would be layered with secrets. And finding love would only lead to pain at her eventual loss.

All along my life's journey, I had believed that I could eventually change the outcome of Master's arrival. I had been so very wrong. Even with his destruction, I will continue to suffer throughout my existence, for I am well and truly alone.

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