10 - Josep
My name is King .
“Never.”
That’s the word I whisper into her ear as Little Baby and I lie on the floor of my cave, having finally found reality. Because never is the number of times I’ve felt connected to anything outside of myself.
None.
That’s how many people have loved me in my lifetime. Because none is the number of loves I thought I deserved.
And now… one.
Which is perfect and whole, in and of itself. Which is all I ever wanted. Which is what I have now with my sweet lollipop, Little Baby. Someone to accompany me into the dark infinity of the eternal nowhere. Someone to be nothing with me.
The blood has dried and caked all over us, leaving my skin feeling deliciously itchy. It’s a feeling I haven’t had in a long time, but I’ve missed it and it’s good. Because when I’m covered in blood like this—all crusty and flaky—it’s a sign that there is someone next to me.
Someone not just being fed on, but feeding back.
Little Baby is sleeping now, satiated with blood in her stomach and my seed in her womb. Her head is on my chest, one leg thrown over me in a gesture of possession, her soft breath both satisfying and comforting. Because she is alive and because she is mine.
I hold her tighter as these thoughts weave their way around in my head the way the roots weave through the dirt. Winding, but purposeful.
If Paul can turn Syrsee into a blood mother, why couldn’t I do the same with Little Baby? I am, after all, the Darkness itself. It is me who controls the magic of the unliving. The possibilities are endless now. I can populate the whole Earth with vampires if I so choose.
I have the power. I have always had all the power and it’s a simple thing, really, to make new monsters. I think these words in my head like they are nothing, but they are not nothing. They are very much a something.
Because I’ve been hunting for power for so long. And now I feel a bit silly. Because it was mine for the taking from the very beginning. There’s a part of me that wants to rage at the Darkness for not telling me sooner. But that’s stupid.
I am the Darkness.
It was only me deceiving myself.
How ironic.
Carefully, so as not to wake her, I ease out from underneath Little Baby. Then I kneel at her side, watching as her breasts rise and fall with each of her soft breaths.
She’s truly here.
She’s truly mine.
I take a moment to really internalize what I have accomplished. And the most ironic thing is, I didn’t even do it on purpose.
When this thought manifests, I’m looking at my Little Baby’s body, and in this same moment it illuminates. Soft purple lights flows out of the once hidden, but now visible, markings that I used to make an offering to the Darkness back when she was my sacrifice, when a family and home of my own was just a dream. Something I felt was unattainable.
Little by little, each of the symbols that I carved on her begin to glow brighter until I can see them all. My name, Paul’s name, and the little pictures I drew of the family I thought I wanted. Me, and Paul, and Syrsee, and Ryet. We were all there inside the crude depiction of a house.
I wave my hand over her body and all those markings disappear.
Then I smile and start carving out a brand-new future.
I take my time because Little Baby doesn’t care. Wherever her mind is right now, it’s happy and content. She can’t feel the pain of my claw. She is living the dream.
I should probably wake her up and get her opinion on things.
But do I really care about what she wants?
Yes, in a sense. But only as it pertains to me. That’s all that matters. And there’s no way she can’t want me. There’s no possible way for her to deny me. Because she is me. Just like I am the Darkness. She is me.
We are two sides to the same coin. Yin and yang. Fire and water. Order and chaos.
I want a new little baby. A real baby. Offspring . And if I want it, then I shall have it.
I am, after all, the king.
I chuckle when that thought manifests inside my head. The king! This was always Paul’s goal. A vampire’s offspring is his kingdom and Paul has always fancied himself a king.
An offspring gives meaning to the blood lust. It forces it to make sense. For if you have a woman who needs this blood, and if you can put a seed inside her the way a human might, then it’s… natural. Good, and wholesome, and organic.
This baby is not a blood baby like Ryet.
It’s a seed baby like… well, like Little Baby herself. Was she not human once? She was. And now, with her help, I will have a true, and good, and wholesome, and organic lineage of my own.
Forget about being king, I will become God .
And once that happens, I won’t need Paul.
This makes me laugh. Not that I won’t need Paul, but that I ever thought I did. Because I’m inside Paul. I’m all over him. I’m inside Ryet, too, though to a much lesser extent.
If I wanted to be them, I could be them. I could open my eyes and see through their eyes the same way I saw through the eyes of Darkness.
But I don’t have time for that. I’m sure it’s a process. Equally as sure that there’d be a fight—especially from Paul. And I don’t want to tip the balance of things right now.
It’s all going too well.
It’s all going my way.
I lie down next to Little Baby, propping myself up on my elbow so I can look at all the new markings I just made on her body. Right in the middle of her stomach is a big circle and inside the circle is what will keep us together forever.
I name him Dark Baby after the both of us.
And then I smile, and lie back, and slip my arm underneath Little Baby so I can pull her close to me. When the figurative and literal long-held breath comes out of me, it brings a sense of wellbeing and peace. It brings relief.
Because finally, I know why I’m still here.
Not only that—I’m smiling wide as I gaze up at the dancing glow of purple light that flickers along the roots in the cave ceiling—I know where I’m going, and I know how to get there, as well as what will be waiting for me.
A family and place of my own.
Little Baby stirs underneath me , wriggling, like she wants to get free from the tight embrace I have her in. Reluctantly, I loosen my arms and lift my chest off her back so she can reposition.
She tries to get up, but I pull her back down, my words coming out in a low and soothing tone. “We’re not in a hurry, Little Baby. We have all the time in the world.”
She lets out a breath, only to quickly take in another one and hold it. She’s confused, and she has a right to be. Who knows what she remembers?
“Where am I?”
Oh, just the sound and timbre of her voice is enough to fill me with happiness. “You’re in love, Little Baby.”
It’s me who’s in love, so I’m projecting, but I’m the king of kings and master of everything. I am God, and so what I feel is what everyone feels. Her love for me is absolute. There is no other way for her to exist.
She holds her breath again. I can tell because when it comes out, it’s a puff on my arm, which delights me—to have someone I love so close I can feel the life inside them when it comes out.
“I mean,” Little Baby attempts to clarify, “where, in… location, am I?”
“Oh!” I chuckle. While I was daydreaming, I seem to have moved us out of the cave and into a hotel room. “We’re in a bed, Little Baby.”
This time her breath is quick and rushed, but I still like the feeling. “I can see that we’re in a bed, but where in the world is this bed located?” All these words come out through gritted teeth, which delights me.
“You’re feeling better, I take it? Since you’re being rude?”
“What?”
“I’ll let you be rude to me. It’s fine because it’s a sign that you’re… your own person. And that’s very important to me.”
She struggles out of my grip and even though I don’t want to release her, I do. Because she’s confused and needs more blood and sex.
Besides, she’s naked and as she slips out of bed, I take a good long look at her full breasts, and round ass, and pussy covered in fuzz so blonde, it’s nearly white.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her. “I made you so perfect.”
She walks over to the window and pulls the sheer curtain aside, ignoring my words. Then she scans the city, shaking her head. “This… this isn’t real.” She turns to face me, making those glorious tits jiggle. “This isn’t a real place! There are…” She pulls the curtain aside again and takes a second look. “There are horses and buggies down there. People all dressed up like… God-lovers, or something.”
I actually laugh. “God-lovers. That’s so adorable. You, Little Baby, are so adorable.”
“That doesn’t explain this fucking city!” She points to the window. “ Where is this ?”
“ When , my dear. When is this. And it’s…” I shrug up a shoulder. “I dunno. 1900 maybe? It’s not historically accurate because I was underground at that time. But who cares, right? I like the sound of horses. I like all the clothes people wore at this time. All those undergarments to get through before you can fuck your women. I mean, you can always just bend them over and hike the skirts up, taking them from behind. But that’s just cheating in my book. I like a naked woman.”
Then I leer at her. Good and long too. I open my mouth, bare my fangs, and lick one with my tongue. “Come here.” I pat the bed beside me. “Come, Little Baby. You’re irritable because you need blood and sex.”
She looks at the bed, then looks at me, baring her own fangs, hissing like a feral cat.
Oh, I like that. I like that very much. But she’s getting precariously close to crossing a line with me and I feel it is my duty, since she is newborn, to give her fair warning.
Instantly, I’m across the room and I’ve got my hand around her throat. Equally as quick, I push her into a wall, pinning her against it.
Then I open my mouth, bare my fangs, and growl back. “Because you are my first, and confused, and deserving of respect in your own right since you are mine… I will let you be a brat for today and today only, Little Baby.”
Her eyes are wide with fear and she’s gasping for breath under my tight grip on her throat. Her hands clamp over mine, her fingertips trying to pry it off.
It’s of no use. I am the Darkness, after all. And she is just my Little Baby.
I wait until her face turns bright red, and her eyes start to flutter, and her muscles go limp before I ease up and let her breathe again. She slides down the wall like a rag doll, her legs all spread open in front of her as she sucks up air. I wait, motionless, until she regains herself.
And this patience of mine pays off when she looks up at me.
She’s so helpless. So weak. So… fragile . It turns me on.
Naturally, my cock begins to grow. And since it’s not very far from her face, she notices this. Is drawn to it, actually.
She licks her lips.
I bend down, open my legs as well, and then I take her face in my hands. “You need blood and sex, Little Baby. And you’ll feel all better.”
There are tears streaming down her cheeks and she doesn’t answer me.
I’m just about to become annoyed with her reaction when I remember that I have forgotten to tell her the good news. No wonder she’s crying. She doesn’t realize who and what she is yet.
I stand back up and offer her my hand, then bow my head in shame. “Forgive me, Little Baby. I’m very sorry. I haven’t given you the good news yet.” I look at her now, with downcast chin and upcast eyes.
After some hesitation, she places her hand in mine and allows me to pull her up off the floor.
Then I look her straight on and smile. “I forgot to tell you.” I slide behind her, my hands slipping over her hips to caress her stomach, her heavy, round breasts resting on my arms. “We’re expecting.”
There is a pause here, and I allow it. I want her to work through it on her own time. And she’s smart, so it’s only a few seconds. “Expecting… what?”
I caress her stomach as I lean down and place my mouth right up to her ear. “We’re expecting a Dark Baby, Little Baby. One made of you and me. It’s a boy, of course. You are his seed mother and I’m his seed father, and together we will raise him and we will be a family.”
Little Baby sucks in a great breath and when it comes back out, it is a scream .
How much time passes before my Little Baby wakes again? I don’t care about time, so I don’t know. And anyway, I was busy. While she was tripping through eternal Darkness and endless Eternity, I was planning my next move. Which means it’s perfect this time.
I made a mistake. I realize this now. She was not properly prepared.
Of course, I’m new at this so I don’t beat myself up over it. I just course-correct.
Her screams followed her into the abyss I sent her to, but lucky me, I have a mute button, so I wasn’t bothered by it.
But I want to hear everything as she comes out of the untold infinity because it’s exciting. It’s life. Her fear and anguish are proof that she’s real and not just a sliver of myself.
So I enjoy it. I relish the idea that she is wailing and screaming with insanity.
But mistakes need to be corrected with haste or the results thereof will linger. And while I would still love my Little Baby if she spent all of eternity with me being belligerent and insane, that is not the happily ever after I’m envisioning.
It might, this attitude of hers, rub off on Dark Baby. And that I cannot tolerate.
So when Little Baby next wakes we’re not in some default hotel room bed, we’re in the earth. Which doesn’t seem like much at face value because we’ve been in the earth in my cave this whole time. But we’re not in that kind of earth. We’re in the Dark Earth.
The glowing root system. The magic.
I’m going to teach her how to travel.
She already knows about the blood and how good it is, but that’s not even the best part about being part of the Darkness. There are so many perks that come with being my seed vessel and traveling through the earth is but one of them.
But this gift of travel is one of the best.
You can be anywhere in an instant.
Anywhere.
And I am going to show her everything.
And then she will not only love me, she will fall in love with my dream.
One Dark Baby is but the beginning of what I have planned.
Soon the whole of humanity will know my name.
Which is King.
I am the king of kings.