NOVEL WEB Chapter 6: 6
A newly married couple was enjoying the afternoon in their luxurious London flat. She was a famous model, he was a former football player who had recently retired after a knee injury. Rolando was still deciding what to do with the rest of his life. He had savings, but he also wanted to fulfil his other dream, to join the diplomatic corps of his country, Brazil, and to be able to continue travelling and living in the world.
He had been working as a goodwill ambassador for his country for some time, an honorable thing for having been a football star, but which had opened many doors for him and made him meet many people. In addition, despite his football career, he had always found time to study.
Lisa, however, followed his brilliant career. With her blonde hair, her long legs and her killer body, she had been the prototype of a great supermodel, until she met Rolando at a party and there the polite football player surprised her. She had always thought of footballers as brainless.
Lisa looked out of the open window, in front of her flat they were doing work for the new state-of-the-art fiber optic conduits, it was the fashionable area in London, but the communication lines were obsolete.
"Do you think it will take long to do the work?"
"Bah, the English can be whatever you want, but you are efficient, it shouldn't take long"
Rolando's hand rested on his wife's ass as she looked out the window at the construction site and took the opportunity to bite her neck.
"Didn't you have enough last night?"
"I'll never get tired of you"
While the couple began to play in the living room of the flat below on the construction site a less bucolic scene was taking place, a worker was in the ditch when the ground on the sidewalk gave way, the large excavator leaned towards the void that had formed, it seemed that they had found an old basement and that the roof of it had collapsed. The worker fell to the ground, but then the large machine fell with all its weight, crushing him.
The worker's blood began to spread across the old cobblestone floor of the building, drop by drop it filtered through the ground and the earth like a small torrent.
A hand's breadth from the basement floor a metallic orb half unearthed by the collapse and fall of the machinery came into contact with the red liquid, the grooves on its exterior channeled each drop even against gravity itself. At one point in the closing of the orb a large drop began to accumulate, it was a drop the size of a thumb that when formed fell to what was inside the orb.
The small piece of heart, that was already dry, hummed with power for a second, before the orb opened and the dust was carried upward by a casual wind.
That dust from the last piece of the old vampire's heart had kept the parasite in dormancy for eight hundred years, the wind casually entered through the window of the couple's apartment which were on the sofa about to reach climax.
The inhalation of the dust from that old heart coincided with the highest point of ecstasy for Lisa and Rolando. The entry of the parasite into the bloodstream revived it from the ashes, it was little more than nothing, but it was alive, chance brought the microscopic-sized parasite to the bloodstream that fed Lisa's fallopian tubes, from there it attached itself to her egg and even infected it before the sperm arrived.
The parasite was all of Ashan's consciousness and all of his residual power, he was happy with what he felt in her genetics, but even when he felt the sperm approaching, he was able to eliminate those with the least interesting genetic load with a small beam of power, for a vampire, even if it was only in its most basic parasitic form, detecting the genetic load was a natural process.
And if Ashan wanted to come back to life, he would do so with the best possible host. Once the sperm with the best genetic load arrived, Ashan himself mixed in the whole process of cell division, growing as the cells multiplied.
However, he would not take control of the boy as a child, that would kill him, and it would be useless to have a vampire in the body of a baby, it was stupid, he would grow with the child, each cell would be invaded by the parasite, making it stronger, more resistant but without imposing itself on the host, this time he would go much further, he would create a perfect vampire, and with time the child himself would break the different seals that marked the magic and that would give power back to Ashan.
Now his vampire soul would sleep inside the boy until he felt the first sexual desire for a person of the opposite sex, it would be like sleeping, although he would know everything that was happening to his host, he could not take control until that moment.
When the time of delivery came, he could hear the parents shout with joy.
"It's a boy Lisa, a boy, and luckily a beautiful one like you..."
His mother took him in her arms while she rocked him, it was a warm feeling.
"He grew up big like you, this big guy almost broke me trying to get out, do you still want to call him Pablo?"
"Yes, Lis, my grandfather was a good man and deep down he reminds me of him..."
He had always been amused by how the species mixed organs destined for sexuality with processes good for raising children, he couldn't control the baby, he was just a spectator, but the mother's nipple went into his mouth and that baby that the vampire was now begun to suckle.
Ashan had a lot of time to think about what had happened to him, many years in which the child could barely relate to the world outside. The first thought focused on those present, it was clear that both his master and his brother Seth had betrayed him, there were also representatives of the Arcani, the Inferni and the Nosferatu, although that vermin Orshide was there, more than half of the clans of the council were missing, neither the Volturi, Selimans, Bathorys, Illuminati, or the Bruhyja were there.
It seemed that this had been a planned coup to create a new status quo in the vampire world, but it seemed that for this they had to count on the here is science of the church in England. Surely all the problems of that century and the next, even the hundred years war, had something to do with his betrayal. The most logical thing was that his descendants would seek to join an ally, he also doubted that all the Justicars would support the Grand Masters in that move, the most logical thing is that the survivors would have gone to France, his brother Viriato would not have agreed, and the Justicars would have experienced an internal war.
But on the other hand there was something he could not understand, his studies on the parasite and the phylactery were very secret, so much so that only a few of his descendants would know about it, those who were created after he began his research, but it had to be even more recent, he only began to work on the phylactery and the final solution in the tenth century, before that they were just mere theories.
When a vampire engendered his offspring, he transmitted to his offspring not only the power, but also a diffuse part of his memories, it was not something that would have allowed them to decipher or replicate everything he knew, but they could have the feeling of the work he had been doing.
In those three centuries up to the moment of the betrayal he had only sired five vampires, Clint and Hannah were ruled out, they had died long ago after a skirmish with the Nosferatu. As was John Tirtias who died at the hands of the church. There were only two possible names left, Carmina or Alecto.
Either of them could have betrayed him, Carmina had been with him longer and closer, she had had more information and more keys to communicate to the elders, but she was also much more loyal to him.
Alecto however was always unruly and difficult, a rebel who liked to go it alone even though he accepted the precepts of the Justicars, he did not like to stay in a fixed point.
At the time he received the letter, neither of them were there. From the last he knew Alecto was still traveling through Northern Europe, it was difficult to know where she was, but Carmina must be in the Dublin nest.
He would have to find out which of the two had been the ones, and from there weave his revenge. This also gave him a perspective of who he could try to contact. Would the same clans still exist in this era?