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“So, what's your problem, Lust? The last time I saw you lusting after alcohol, your favorite toy had died.” He paused and laughed. “Oh, that's right. Our little sister, Gluttony, ate her but that was your fault for leaving them together on the couch.”
I scowled but he was too busy laughing to notice. “I don't have time for your shit right now, Pride,” I snapped.
I staggered away from him but the jerk followed me.
“So, what's bothering you, little brother? Seriously. There's a ton of familiars waiting to be fucked. How about you go pick one and drink her dry?”
Yeah, that was easy for him to say but it wasn’t what I wanted. I was tired of the familiars, I was tired of just fucking. I needed more and wanted more in this life. He placed his hand on my shoulder and I shrugged it off.
I deliberately changed the subject. “Greed is missing, I think something may have happened to her.” The room suddenly began spinning and I dropped my chalice of blood with a loudclank, splashing it on Pride's shoe.
My brother let out an aghast sound, making me want to laugh but I couldn’t. The room wouldn’t stop spinning and the floor kept moving.
“Seriously? You little shit.” He kept shaking his shoe off, trying to wipe it on my leg, hopping on one foot. “Greed is a big girl and can handle herself. Look at my fucking shoes! If I wasn't about to take out my frustrations on a familiar I would kick your ass but today you get a pass,” he growled.
I turned to look at him with an eyebrow up. I shouldn’t have moved so quickly, the floor was moving again. He placed his sunglasses on before smirking, shaking his head at me before he abruptly left the room.
I hate him. He is so, so great. He can't ever be wrong. He is just the greatest,I inwardly mocked, a legend in his own mind.
I was dizzy, pissed off and horny, wondering why Pride was even wearing sunglasses at all. I stumbled my way through the hallway and laid on the floor. My lids felt heavy and I rested my eyes, suddenly falling asleep.
ChapterFour
CHASTITY
The rundown old, single leveled apartment buildings here were still battle scarred and damaged, but we had worked together as a community and made it our home. The building spanned across about twenty homes surrounded by a makeshift fence which circled the settlement. Each of us had our own personal space since there were enough rooms that were still usable with good walls. Some chose to live as family units like my father and I until I became older and needed my own sense of privacy.
The gray painted bricks made it seem nicer than the dump it was before our remodel. But this was our community, this was home. Each of the apartments were like mini town houses with guards always on the ready to keep us protected. There were people walking along the several gardens and fruit trees that were planted in small farm patches to help us sustain life at the back of the building. Beyond the plots were a few cattle which provided milk and sometimes meat. The chicken coop was run by Angela’s mother, Miss Alyssa. We had created a nice town in the middle of a desolate world with plenty of things to help us survive.
I walked into the sanctuary of our church made from a larger space that used to house some sort of office but was transformed into a place of worship. I walked over to that very location to find my father lighting the large candles.
His back was to me, so I figured I would announce my presence with news of what recently happened. “Father, another vampire was here. We need to be careful, especially since we have one in captivity.”
My father stopped for a moment and looked at me with intense, concerned green eyes. His age had finally begun to show with his curled salt and pepper hair. He carried more weight than he should have, something I reminded him of often, especially during these trying times.
“Were there any casualties?” he asked calmly.
“No, Father, none. He left willingly after we showed our strength in numbers,” I admitted proudly. I leaned in to hug him and he placed a hand on my head before kissing my forehead. He then grabbed my hand with a smile and we conversed about the vampire we caught and the love he had for me and, as usual, how much I looked like my late mother.
We made our way toward the holding cell that held our captive. We had managed to capture one of them. The vampire my father calledthe demon.
“Daughter, our God spared us. I'm not sure why but if he is from the same clan as the one we have in captivity, then they are ruthless. We need to find out more about them.” He stopped and folded his arms. He seemed to know there was more to my story but didn't say anything else.
I couldn’t tell him that the vampire wanted me, to have me as his own. I knew my father. He would somehow think it was all my fault, and that I lured him here. The community would kill me and my father would not be able to stop them.
He would be on their side because no matter how much he loved me, the survival of the compound meant more than one life even if it was his own flesh and blood.
I had a boyfriend, chosen by him, just to make him happy. So why was my anxiety hitting me?Because I didn’t want any more condemnation or accusation in his eyes looking my way. I didn't want to be ridiculed or killed.I couldn't chance it, so I told him nothing about Lust except for what he needed to know, that he was chased from our sanctuary.
According to my father, everything was moving perfectly to his plan. With one of theirs imprisoned under our control, we now had leverage if anything was to happen. If war between the clans broke out we could trade her for our protection.
“Those creatures are vile, but he who watches over us will protect us as long as we remain pure and chaste. I know that you are still pure as the snow, my daughter, that is why I am so proud of you.” My father praised me while we continued to walk to the holding cell.
His puritanical ideals of the world left an impression on me growing up. As if my name wasn’t enough. I had slowly changed over the years, seeing things through a different perspective, but his vision hadn’t.
We walked a little longer to the old abandoned storm shelter and entered down the long stairwell that descended far underground which he had turned into a prison. It was hidden far underground beneath the building we used for our sanctuary. The cement smelled wet and musty, the air stagnant, the further we went. When we finally reached the bottom we walked down the hallway, engaging the motion lights to illuminate our path until we reached a giant locked door made of pure steel. No one could get in or out unless they had the key, which was kept by the leader of the compound.
My father removed the key from around his neck and unlocked it with a loud click. We walked down another long and narrow hall until we finally reached the holding cell. Our female captive stood stock still without moving, her fangs extended and both hands grasping the bars.
