To Human is To Err
His mates had decided to merry make to celebrate a fruitful and fulfilling life of one of their own, Sir Drey. Sir Drey had taught most of them who were at that party how to come of age. He had taught most of them the true art of vampirism, that of drawing blood from full-grown humans but still ensuring that they preserved their lives. His rule had always been, “feed till you are full but be mindful enough to ensure that they live too”. He loathed animal blood and would greatly despise any vampire that would choose animal blood over human blood. He believed human blood was more potent, and he was not wrong. Animal blood tasted like piss, but the human blood was truly invigorating. Sir Drey was a master in the art of compulsion, constantly ensuring that he set an excellent example of how vampires were to live among men unnoticed. Sir Drey had now found love. Funny how with his lethal character, he still had a tender heart. He still showed emotion. Love conquers all they say. Even better was the fact that it was with a human. He indeed was a man of great firsts.
The idea of falling in love, let alone with a human, was a very gray area in vampire history. It was foreign for a vampire to fall in love. Never in history did such an occurrence materialize. Now that it was here, there were certain that Sir Drey had to consider. One among them was that he was not supposed to relay to her the results of their initial body tests. This was to allow for the availability of certain kits that were still not to be left carelessly at the team’s clubhouse. Sir Drey was supposed to compel her from time to time to forget critical information that acted as glue to the vampire society.
While everyone else was marveling at this new occurrence, Charles decided to keep away. Not that he was not happy for Sir Drey; it was just that he felt he had lost touch with his vampire self. He yearned to reconnect. So Charles kept his distance and went to Mystic Woods, there he kept trying his speeds and testing other vampire powers of his. It felt terrific yet overwhelming how he had come of age. Heavy on his mind was a secret that he had long-held. As a newbie vampire, he had gotten drowned in the heat of feeding that he forgot that he was to ensure life preservation. He did not see it coming, and at first, he thought that the human was drained and would come to. After hours of waiting, that did not happen. Charles resorted to hiding the body in the farthest cave at the edge of Mystic Woods. He was still trying to guard his secret heavily, and that is why not even the party or the merry-making tickled his fancy. Charles was afraid that he had placed the safety and identity of his mates in jeopardy. He just did not know how to make things right. Still, he hoped to resurrect his dead victim before his secret could no longer hold water.
He only had two options at his disposal either to feed the human his vampire blood and watch him turn into a vampire or to kill him altogether. What he had done was sure catastrophe, considering that his fellows had managed to live in the same city that harbored humans and had gone unnoticed for the longest time. The secret was in Sir Drey’s teaching; feed but do not kill and always remember to compel. It had followed that over the past few weeks, there was worry that their secret was finally out to humans. Yakub had fed on one of her classmates at school who had an eye for him. He expected that everything would be Charnormal after compulsion, and his victim would not understand what was happening to her. Shockingly, the girl relayed to Yakub the following day details about the previous day’s events with such envious precision that it got Yakub distressed at that very moment. Yakub could not understand how Malis had not come under compulsion, yet he had done it to book. It turns out that Malis had riverine in her system. There is no other explanation as to why she had riverine other than the truth was not out.
Following that incident, fellow vampires were asked to be extra cautious and maintain high discretion levels while on the outside. Charles was in a fix. One that he himself laced the expertise to navigate. He had to convey the information even though there were consequences awaiting. It was better to let the others be in the know, compared to keeping it a secret and organizing for secret disposal as well. Charles hang his head low as he returned to the others. Not once during the whole time he was expressing himself to Sir Drey did he look up. His head hang in shame. Once he was done submitting to the elders about what he had done, everyone else at the party went silent. It was the kind of silence where one is not sure if it is anger-motivated or is to provide them with a chance to wrap their heads around it.