Kate felt the sunlight lighlty burn her skin, it was midday and the height of summer and every year the pain got worse. Within a few decades she would be forced to live in the shadows like her lesser brothers and sisters. Confined by the boundaries of night and day. A true creature of the darkness.
Ordinarilly that thought angered her, the waning of her power a reminder of mortality. How did those ordinary, limited vampyres live like that? The knowledge of their weakness and vulnerability must inspire such self-loathing. With sunlight meaning instant death her life would alter forever. It had been nearky two thousand years since she had needed to concern herself with such problems but the day would come.
No, she would not let that happen. She would not accept mortality. She was Ekaterina de los Villamorte, ageless, powerful, indefatigable. Blood Dancer.
Despite the slight pain she smiled. After so many years of searching her quest was progressing. The elixir of power and invulnerability was almost in her clutches.
She had sacrificed much but nothinng that wasn't trivial. She had invested time and resouce into getting where she was and then destroyed it all utterly and terribly so that no-one else could follow her path.
Many of her fellow vampyres spent centuries hunting down the descendents of the true royal bloodlines. Servants in libraries pouring over ancient manuscripts and dusty archives, intrigue and double crosses. Wars and massacres. The power they could bring meant some of her kind would stop at nothing to find, exploit and control this most precious, precious resource.
Gradually over the years the descendents purity waned and the lines were snuffed out by those needing to feed and replensish their power. Add to that the witches and their harvesting. There had been barely even a rumour of a true feeding for over fifty years now. The humans themselves knew of the danger, they hid those last remnants and established secret orders who worked tirelessy to ensure the secrets remained buried. Those royals known to the world were secure behind security and enchantment.
Many had given up and settled for the loss of that most perfect power.
Not Kate. She smiled to herself at the simplicity of it all. Any record would be long since have been buried by the Knights Scriptores. Kate had simply used the humans themselves to expose their secrets. A simple investment in popular geneology sites and some subtle traps and markers planted in the system. Eventually the descendents had identified themselves and her operatives had confirmed it. Laughably she had made millions of dollars in the process too.
And so she arrived here in small town America in possession of one the most powerful secrets on earth. Ready to hunt.
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