He went behind his bar and got into the refrigerator. There he picked out a very powerful sedative mixture that would ensure that Ansuya slept through the day while he was resting. The woman was strong and it took him a moment to steady his hand. The strain of being with her in his world was pushing his body to its limit. He drew a double dose of sedative for her and opened his basement door.
The cold cement basement complex lights lit up right away as he walked confidently down the steps. There were no sounds and nothing unexpected. He made his way to the back cell which held the elder Shape shifter.
Her body was slouched against the cold stone wall. Her eyes were half closed and listless. Her jaw was slack and she looked dead. He could feel her in his mind. His performance had placed doubt in her mind. Giving a place for his whispers in the back of her mind to cling to and germinate. The woman was powerful and she was able to brush these aside as well. But the seeds of doubt would, with time, form the cracks in her psyche that would bring her finally under his control.
Kenneth unlocked and opened her cell. He took the syringe and expertly inserted it into one of her veins. He pumped the drug into her body. He stood up and left the woman lying there. He locked her cage behind him, and walked back to sit under a single light at his workstation.
He could feel her inside his head. The world he created was becoming dark. She tried to fight off the darkness and the drug that he pumped her full of. He felt her flail and struggle. She felt to her knees, cutting herself on bits of hair dryer, and glass. She walked on her knees to the stairs and tried to stand up. He legs gave way and she tumbled down the stairs, painfully. He could feel her panic, her pain, her doubt in her own senses. This was almost comical.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she clawed her way to her feet. Supporting herself on the couch she walked slowly toward the door. Her feet slipped and she fell again, hitting her head on the back of the plush couch. Lying on the floor, she reached out for the front door as her eyes grew blurry. Then nothing. Her movements had stopped and her breathing was now slow and regular. She was fully asleep and his world grew dark around her.
Kenneth breathed a heavy sigh and stood up. His legs were a little wobbly as well. Ansuya was amazing. He had never felt such strength before. This woman may have been older than even the vampire scholars had surmised to have this much mental stamina. He made his way up the stairs and exited the basement.
Once at his bar, he prepared another bag of blood for himself. The thermos flask was filled and he drank gratefully. In the forty-five years of him being a vampire, he could not remember having to drink so much blood in so short a time span. The woman was amazing, and still very dangerous.
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He emptied the thermos flask and made his way upstairs to his darkened bed room. The sun would not rise for another hour or so, but he felt the need for extra rest. He got into his coffin and closed the lid, shutting out the world and encasing himself in oblivion.
At nightfall, he opened his coffin silently and rose gracefully from his rest. The perfect dark of the room was comforting. This was the best time of night. He had known instinctively that the sun had set and his people’s time had once again dropped down on the world of humanity. He felt a vibrant energy pulse through his undead body, an excitement that he had not felt since being turned. Tonight, the continuing challenge of breaking Ansuya loomed before him and the thought of making her his had him in a most exuberant mood.
He exited his dark master bedroom and glided down the deep maroon carpet of the stairs. He rounded the landing toward his sitting room and to the basement door when his mate, Natalia, met him with arms crossed, her pure blue eyes held a level gaze.
“Natalia, what is it?”
The girl shook her head and her blue-black hair spread itself through the air before falling neatly behind her again. “You told me to investigate our ancient archives, I have. You told me to be discreet, I was. You told me to find some information on our ancient war with the Shape shifters, some piece of information that might be helpful to you, I didn’t.” She uncrossed her arms and leaned on the nearby bar, holding her head in her hands. “I tried, Kenneth. My mate, I have spent days in that vault sifting through tomes without sleep. There is not one scrap of information that might help you now. I tried to tell you it would be a waste of time but you never listen to me.”
Kenneth looked at her tired body. The weariness was so obvious now, why did he not see it right away. He walked to her and gently pulled her hand away from her face. His steel grey eyes looked down at her, she was pale and ashen. She hadn’t fed in a long time.
“So, you found nothing?” He asked.
“No, I found less than nothing! Only what every single one of us already knows.” She stood and looked him in the eyes, “There were a lot of references to a battle in the Himalayas. Where we were able, through some form or another, use wolves to penetrate the great Shape shifter city, and we burned the place to the ground. The Shape shifters were scattered and we walked away victorious and the werewolves have been on the defensive ever since.” She walked over to the leather chair and sat down heavily, resting her head on her supported hand.
He breathed a sigh. No, that couldn’t be right, “Was there nothing else? There had to be something.”
“Whatever information we had gathered on the wolves seems to have been lost.” She craned her neck to look up at her mate, “There were a lot of references to a great library where vampires had stored our immense knowledge. But that was all there was, references and vague descriptions of locations which have been searched over dozens of times already.”
Kenneth went over to his bar and looked at a few of his favorite liquors and wines. It didn’t matter. He had Ansuya, he didn’t need ancient information, he could just ask and the information he needed would be given to him.
“Natalia, it doesn’t matter anymore.” His mate looked at him with a questioning stare. Kenneth smiled down at her, “I have Ansuya herself downstairs right now.”