Chapter Six- Demon Vampires
Hiei took in the vampires that guarded him. There were only five, not counting the two outside the room. Two were staring at him appealingly, two shifted restlessly on their feet, and the last one scowled at him.
The fire demon, upon arrival at the lair, noticed normal humans mixing with the undead beings. He wondered why while noticing no sign of his mate anywhere. He was jolted from his thoughts when he became aware of one of the appraising vampires leering especially close to him.
"Hi, there. My name's Veronica. I want you to know that I find you very desirable. A shame you're already claimed," she said in a conspiratory tone.
Hiei was about to respond when a pain-riddled scream echoed through the lair. "What the hell was that?"
"Mmm. Sounds like we have a fledgling."
"A what?"
"We have humans living with us, as you've clearly noticed. They study our code of survival, preparing themselves for the night when our king deems them worthy of receiving their fangs."
"Do you not feed on them?"
Veronica laughed. "Oh no. They're our future brothers and sisters. It would be wrong to feed on them."
"That's your opinion," the scowling vampire retorted.
"Oh, stuff it Winston. You always think you're superior to the lot of us."
"I am superior." To Hiei, he added, "I was born a demon vampire. Most of my brethen were turned. They may be vampires, but their blood is tainted."
"Who's to say they're not your equal?" Hiei taunted.
"They could never be my equal."
"Oh, I was mistaken. It would take a lot of work to reach the level of your turned siblings."
"You bastard!" Winston screamed, storming toward the Jaganshi with the intention of drinking him dry.
"Don't touch him," a voice commanded. In the doorway stood a tall man wearing a long red cloak. His long black hair made his pale skin even more obvious as well as his crimson eyes. His regal pose told all there that he was the one in charge.
"But, King Damien, he has insulted us born vampires. He will die for his arrogance." Winston turned back to his "victim".
"I said don't touch him!" Damien roared. Leaping forward, the king withdrew an extremely sharp silver sword from its sheath and drove it straight through Winston's head. It exited out the back, blood and brain matter covering the blade. The brain-dead vampire's eyes rolled up into his head and he hit the floor with a wet thud.
Yanking out the sword, Damien wiped the blade on the demon's clothes. "I warned him," he said casually and without emotion. Resheathing the sword, Damien sniffed the air and grinned at his captive. "It seems your mate has finally arrived."
'Kurama's finally arrived? I've been deceived!'
Kurama appeared in the doorway. His nose told him that the main in the cloak wrote the note. "Where is he?" he demanded calmly.
"He's right here," Damien answered as he stepped aside to reveal Hiei, unharmed and restraint-free. Hiei zipped from his chair and into Kurama's open arms, where he was protectively embraced.
Kurama breathed in the scent of fire and ash that came off the demon's hair before glaring at Damien. "Why did you kidnap him?"
"To bring you here obviously."
"Explain."
"You chose a demon as your mate. That is not allowed. While we can't harm him, we can harm you. And you will be punished for your choice." Damien snapped his fingers and his warriors appeared behind the red-headed vampire.
"Kill him!" Damien commanded.