Aubrey Law's Blog: Dark Goddess

CHAOS

CHAPTER TWO
CHAOS

The sweet scent of the raven’s roasted flesh reminded me of my own need to feed again in the near future. But I already knew the charred meat of some gigantic talking bird would never satisfy my hunger. The unwholesome blood of beasts could sustain a vampire for a very short time, and severely weaken them in the process. Many foolish bloodsuckers had died of starvation while trying to survive on a diet of purely animals.
The infamous Italian vampire named Drusilla had unwisely believed she could simply drink the blood of swine and goats to free herself from the burden of killing people. She’d slaughtered thousands of humans in her long lifetime but had a change of heart as she approached death from aging.
Drusilla had chosen to stop eating her neighbors, and she’d tried loving them as she’d loved herself, which was an uncommon and honorable decision for a vampire. She’d died a slow death for her noble choice, withering away into a frail shadow of her former strength.
Drusilla had eventually been found torn to pieces on her animal farm, her starved pale body malnourished to just skin and bones, and parts of her rotting corpse had been chewed up by her own pigs.
I wasn’t ready to make that kind of sacrifice. But I’d vowed to only feed on soulless evil beings who deserved to die. I was certain the blood of a sadistic murderer tasted just as good as the blood of a kindhearted nurse. Plus, the world was full of wicked people, so there was never any reason for me to drink from the veins of the innocent.
My vampire body craved delicious nourishing blood, specifically from the flowing arteries of a man or a woman. As a witch, I could also choose to brutally siphon the lifeforce from my victims using a special spell of black magic. To be honest, my fangs were much more satisfying.
The creepy raven Baltas wasn’t wrong when he said I’d consumed humans' flesh. The addictive flavor from within Cerissa’s throat that I’d recently ripped open still swirled around inside my mouth. And I wanted more.
But what I truly desired in my heart and soul was the cure that Naomi had promised to create. Her scientific research had gotten her killed by the vampire Alyssa. And I knew the former queen of bloodsuckers wouldn’t have personally assassinated Naomi unless the threat of a cure was real.
I would accept being a vampire for the rest of my life if I didn’t have this never-ending burning lust for warm blood. Even though I could summon dark sorcery to drain people or creatures to nourish myself, I still madly desired the flavor of feeding on humans. I was a slave to their blood, and there was sadly no substitute for the real thing.
My current plan was to quickly sneak back down to Naomi’s apartment to recover my red robe and somehow salvage the research data from the computers. Skye had suggested we steal all of the hard drives, which should contain the formula of Naomi’s cure for vampire thirst. At the very least, I wanted to hide the drives in a safe place before someone else beat me to it, or even worse, destroyed them.
I had to move insanely fast. The clock was ticking for my friends and as strong as Skye and Gretchen were, nobody was invincible. They would both be dead soon unless I saved them. And only six hours of darkness remained before sunrise. No pressure at all.
A fall from the tower was a long way down. I looked and not even my vampire eyes could see that much distance. If I jumped to my doom, I’d die instantly from the crushing impact. No living thing, natural or supernatural, man or beast, could survive a drop from this height.
But I’d never in a million years step off the edge and allow my body to splatter on the street below. Did old Baltas not know that I could now transform into a hybrid bat and fly to safety? Had he really expected me to stay in my naked flesh and shatter all my bones on the sidewalk? Whatever his bird brain had thought no longer mattered, since he was dead and eternally regretting his last words to me. Rot in the pits of Hell with the demons, you evil raven.
I’d hoped for a better message from him. Some kind of offer that didn’t involve me sacrificing my life in exchange for my friends. Hadn’t I already suffered and given enough by becoming a damn bloodsucker? Now I was expected to return to the Lake of Fire, too? Screw that.
No more making deals with God or the Devil. The next messenger that either of them sent to speak with me, whether holy angel or wicked creature, would be killed on sight.
I stepped away from the edge of the tower and returned to the rooftop door that Skye had previously opened. Her fading scent slightly lingered on the metal handle that she’d snapped in half. And if not for that nasty satyr’s horrible stench still polluting the air, maybe I could’ve smelled more of her. Most people disliked the odor from animal shifters, but I didn’t mind hers or Gretchen’s at all. Of course, my love for them both had something to do with that.
A nude vampire witch running down the stairs of Blood Tower would surely attract unwanted attention. Residents of the tower were all bloodsuckers or at least employed by them. Roaming security teams, video cameras, and Prince Khalek with his Archdemoness companion were all dangers I needed to avoid.
Officially, I was the new Vampire Queen but that wouldn’t stop Khalek or Medusa from trying to kill me again. And maybe I could command some common bloodsuckers to help defend their queen against attacks. Only one problem: There was no proof that I had actually defeated Alyssa. I’d planned on using her severed head as evidence, but Cerissa had ruined that strategy. The bounty hunter’s high-powered rifle had blown Alyssa’s skull into a thousand pieces.
My life was in absolute chaos. Fortunately, I had lots of experience dealing with hopeless nightmare situations.

The Raven

CHAPTER ONE
THE RAVEN

I calmed my anxious heart but there was no time for me to relax. There would be no rest for an ancient dark sorceress who’d been recently turned into a vampire. I was alone again, and at endless war with countless enemies. Humans, beast-shifters, and rival witches. Bounty hunters, bloodsuckers, and Necromancers. Angels, demons, and the Devil.
There was something every single one of the evil bastards and heartless whores that hated me had in common. All of them wanted me dead and sent back to the fires of Hell.
They dared to call me a monster but compared to them I was holier than the sinless mother of Jesus. The ghoulish people and wicked creatures that I’d killed over the past two thousand years were all worthy of the gruesome deaths they’d received.
But had I deserved to be tortured for weeks and then hanged in public by the High Priest of the Church? The nerves in my neck still throbbed with pain whenever I remembered that dreadful day.
My two best friends were now trapped within solid shells of black quartz. The Archdemoness named Medusa had vomited her unique attack all over their naked flesh, dooming both Skye and Gretchen to suffer until they perished.
I imagined them panting for a tiny drop of water on their tongues or groaning for a small nibble of meat in their mouths. And without any possible way to nourish themselves. Or worse, they’d already been strangled to sleep by the absence of oxygen.
The filthy satyr known as Satan had disappeared from the rooftop of Blood Tower where I continued to hide from the Prince of Vampires. If only the young prince had been alone, I could’ve destroyed him with black magic. But the bloodsucking son of a bitch had an Archdemoness as a bodyguard. Would he have been so brave without Medusa by his side?
My dear goblins, where are you when I need you? I had serious doubts that Cerissa had actually eaten Gmok and Nokk. Goblin meat was incredibly tough to chew and hard to swallow. Even if slow-cooked and with teeth able to grind their flesh into edible bits, the taste of goblins was still nauseating. Some creatures were simply not meant to be consumed as food. Especially demons, whose blood was fatally poisonous to all living things.
“Black Annis, daughter of Amelia, the daughter of Lucifer,” said a creaky voice. “I am not your enemy, nor your friend, but simply a messenger.”
An enormous white raven had perched above me on a tall metal antenna attached to the tower. The aging bird’s head was balding, and he wobbled as if struggling to keep his balance. One of his bluish eyes was also missing.
“You look tired, poor raven,” I said. “How old are you?”
“Not nearly as old as you, evil sorceress. But I’ve lived much longer than most of my kind.”
I sighed. “Let’s see how much longer you live. I hope you brought me some good news.”
He laughed. “Is a vampire witch worthy of good news? If my message is not to your liking, can I expect you to eat me, as you eat humans?”
“Don’t tempt me, raven. What is your message?” I asked, impatiently.
“I am Baltas, the last living son of Corbu, and appointed leader of the western ravens. My message is this: Jump from the tower. End your own life willingly, return to Hell where you belong, and your companions shall be spared.”
“Wow, I wonder who sent you, Baltas,” I said, sarcastically. “Perhaps my grandfather?”
“Indeed, it was him.” The shaking bird slowly nodded. “He only wants what is best for you.”
“Tell your master I said no fucking chance.”
The raven croaked loudly. “You will regret this! Say goodbye to your companions. I have delivered my message.”
Baltas spread his pale wings, one by one, and prepared to take flight. But I had other plans for him.
“Immolate!” I ignited the elderly bird into a ball of flames. He flew straight up into the midnight sky but didn’t make it very far.
The smoking sphere of his barbecued flesh and burning feathers fell down onto the roof of the tower. His long beak cracked, and his little bones crumbled as steaming hot blood splashed in all directions.
As he’d burned to death, with his final breath the raven had spewed out a flurry of horrible curses and nasty profanities at me, which was typical of his kind.
All creatures, with fur or feathers, unique or common, young or old, of light or of darkness, who threaten me or my friends, shall be held personally accountable for their foolish words, messengers or not.
I didn’t enjoy watching a rare white raven die, but the almost extinct species of bird had chosen his fate by serving the Devil. Once upon a time, ravens were allies of Black Witches, and we’d employed them to deliver our own messages across great distances.
But their greed for glittering gold and lust for shiny gems meant the highly intelligent birds were untrustworthy. The ravens ultimately betrayed the Black Witches and sold our secrets to our worst enemies. I normally killed the backstabbing birds to stop them from spying on me, plus they notoriously harassed witches with the cruelest of insults.
At least Baltas had lived a long life, even though he probably spent most of his days betraying whoever he could in order to decorate his nest with golden treasures and colorful jewels.
Raiding the massive nests of giant ravens had always been rewarding, and many exotic magical items had been discovered hidden away in their homes. A legendary Dwarven battle hammer, known as Skull Smasher, had been lost for a thousand years but was eventually found in an abandoned raven’s nest.
Part of me wondered what priceless possessions the greedy bastard Baltas had stashed at the top of some tall tree or under a rocky overhang of a high cliff. Considering he was the leader of the western ravens and had probably lived over a hundred years, the dead old bird’s nest was surely worth looting.
Once my friends were rescued, maybe I could convince Skye and Gretchen to help me locate the white raven’s home and we’d split the profits three ways.
Of course, as a finder’s fee, any legendary magical weapons we acquired would be mine to claim first.