Luciens Reign: A Novel (DeSai Trilogy) Spawn of Satan

by RWK Clark

  Did you know that she would walk around me for years, sniffing me? I used to think I smelled bad,” he said, “but after I learned the truth I knew; she wanted to drink my blood. Her own son!”

  Isabella cleared her throat. “Lucien, with her being a witch she likely did not understand things clearly for herself. Do you know what I mean?”

  “I don’t care,” he said forcefully. “Her day will come. I will not have that witch hovering over my shoulder when I step into my reign.”

  “Well, I guess you have to do what you have to do, but you need to think about this long and hard,” Isabella said. “There could be serious unforeseen repercussions. What about the Powers?”

  “They want her dead too. They are nearly done with her, I feel it.”

  With that Lucien stood, and the conversation ended abruptly. The black hatred in his eyes disappeared instantly, and he held out his hand to Isabella. “Are you ready for the Smithsonian, little hummingbird?”

  She reached out and took it, letting him pull her to her feet. “Hummingbird, huh? I like that.”

  Soon they were on their way to see history.

  ∞

  The Smithsonian was an amazing place to Lucien, full of interesting and astounding things. Isabella had been right to be interested in the subject. There was so much one could learn in a place like this, he discovered.

  Isabella did the leading. They looked at everything from African art to Native American pieces. She talked to him about them all, filling him in on the cultures and the peoples that made or owned the things they viewed.

  Lucien saw that Isabella was intelligent, educated, and sensible. She would make a perfect Queen for him. He could hardly wait to taste her skin and make her fully his once again. Only a year to go.

  They spent hours walking around and looking, and finally left the Institute. They decided to have ice cream together in a nearby park before he would return Isabella home. They sat with chocolate sugar cones wrapped in napkins, and they chatted on a park bench.

  “When will I see you again,” Lucien asked her, reaching out to wipe ice cream off her nose.

  Isabella laughed. “Well, I study all week during the day. Maybe we could go out one evening. What do you think?”

  “I think it sounds perfect,” he said. “How about if I make the plans and surprise you with them?”

  “Really?” she was impressed. “When do you want to do this?”

  Lucien shrugged. “I don’t know. How about Tuesday or Wednesday?”

  “Here,” she said, handing him her cone. “Hold this.” She dug in her bag and pulled out an appointment book. “Wednesday would be good. I have to tutor a girl from Historical Literature on Tuesday night for three hours. Ugh!”

  “Does she come to your place?” he asked.

  Isabella nodded. “Yes. I tutor her and a couple of other girls in different subjects. It’s funny, being only sixteen and having to help the nineteen and twenty year olds. I kind of get a kick out of it to tell you the truth.”

  “Yes,” Lucien replied. “I bet you do.” He found he was swollen with pride for the girl seated next to him. He looked over at her and saw she had ice cream on her nose again.

  “Here you are, tutoring college students, and you can’t keep your food off your face.”

  Isabella wiped her nose once again. “Shut up, Lucien,” she said, punching him in the arm.

  Yes, it was all going to be good.

  ∞

  They were silent for the entire drive home, but the air was charged up with unsaid words, especially on Isabella’s part. Lucien pulled into her driveway and turned to her, his eyes full of love. “I am looking forward to Wednesday already, girl.”

  “Me too,” she replied blushing. Then she straightened up in her seat. “There is something I need to tell you, Lucien.”

  “Shoot,” he said.

  She wove her fingers together in her lap. “I still see the real you in there, in your eyes,” she began. “And that’s okay, don’t get me wrong. After all, it is the real you that I love so much.”

  She continued. “You are coming into a massive role of leadership; it will be a huge responsibility. I believe if you indulge your violent nature all the time you will be the destruction of life as we all know it.”

  “Isabella, don’t be…”

  “No, Lucien,” she said sternly. “I need you to listen to me now. Responsibility and doing right by our kind is very important to me, and I expect it to be important to the man I spend eternity with. Do you understand?”

  Lucien looked at her. He wasn’t sure what she was saying exactly, but he knew it made him squirm. “Are you saying I cannot… have my fun? Even if Rasia is gone?”

  “I am saying that having fun is one thing, but doling out utter destruction, all the time, is quite another.” She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “Think about what I am saying and come to your own conclusions, okay?”

  Lucien nodded. “Will I see you Wednesday?”

  “Only if you show up,” she told him, smiling wickedly. She grabbed the door handle and got out of the car, shutting the door behind her.

  Lucien watched her walk into the house. Isabella, his ever level-headed Isabella. What he heard her saying was that he had to grow up. Well, that was to be expected.

  But once Rasia was gone he would indeed have his fun. The world would be his playground, and he would take advantage of all the toys it had to offer. Isabella would certainly come around to his way of thinking.

  Chapter 22

  Today was Lucien’s seventeenth birthday.

  Isabella was very excited. Tonight they would spend his birthday together, just the two of them. No Rasia, no Patrick or Rose, and no Martin. Just Isabella and Lucien. They would have dinner at a restaurant she chose, and they would spend the entire night alone in the guest house on her parents’ property.

  Yes, tonight was the night she would give herself back to Lucien entirely, and she wanted it to be perfect.

  In the past year Lucien had surprised her with the changes in his behavior. He didn’t prowl after other women, and he was always available when she called. In the last few months they had spent time together nearly every day, and he fawned over her as if she were a precious jewel.

  He let her take him to museums and benefits. He soaked up everything she said, and together they would talk for hours and hours. They played, laughed, and sometimes discussed very serious subjects, such as his eighteenth birthday. Things would change drastically then, for Lucien would come into full power. She wanted to know his intentions, and she wanted to familiarize herself with the plans he was making for the world.

  The world was a perfect place as it was right now. There was no criminal activity. The Family was tight-knit all over; any place one wanted to visit was open to them. The Family accepted each other with open arms.

  This was the one topic Lucien remained tight-lipped about, however. When she would ask his thoughts on future plans he would tell her only that she would be surprised, for he indeed had grand ideas. He simply didn’t want to begin discussing them until he came into full power. He didn’t want to jinx himself, so to speak.

  Now she was waiting for him to pick her up for their date. She wore a belted white linen dress with matching sandals, and she wore pearls on her neck and in her ears. She gave her hair a quick brush and headed downstairs. She was both excited and nervous.

  Lucien was waiting for her when she walked into the living room. Expectant smiles graced the faces of her parents. “I’m ready,” she said breathlessly, noticing the gaze of approval on Lucien’s face.

  Rose gave her daughter a hug. “Okay, then,” she said. “I guess we will see you in the morning, then?”

  “Yes,” Isabella replied. “Are you ready, Lucien?”

  “I was born ready,” he teased.

  She took his arm and they went to the car. They drove to the restaurant of her choice, Plume, a five-star bistro which she had made reservations for months ago.
She had chosen it because they offered a spectacular lamb, which she loved.

  Once seated at their table they ordered wine, Chardonnay for Isabella, and Merlot for Lucien. They put in their orders, and when the waitress left Lucien immediately took Isabella by the hands. His eyes were smoky with desire.

  “I can’t believe the time has finally come,” he said in a husky voice.

  She smiled. “I know. I thought it would never get here myself.”

  “I have something for you,” Lucien said.

  He released her hands and reached inside his dinner jacket, withdrawing a small black velvet box. Isabella sucked in her breath and held it. It was just too soon for an engagement!

  “Isabella,” he began. “My whole life, through bad and good, you have been the one consistent thing, even waiting while I went through my changes.”

  “Lucien, I…”

  “It is the will of the Powers that we be together, you know this,” he told her in a matter-of-fact tone.

  Isabella nodded. “Yes,” she said simply.

  Lucien nodded. “It doesn’t have to happen tomorrow, but it will happen. We both know it. Nothing would please both of our parents more than to be told we have become engaged. Besides, I have already asked your father, and he approves.”

  With that Lucien opened the black box and held it in her direction. The ring inside was breathtaking. It was yellow gold with a large emerald-cut diamond in the center. The main diamond was flanked by two smaller ones of the same cut on either side, and baguettes ran around the entirety of the band.

  “So, Isabella, would you marry me someday?” Lucien asked.

  She took the box in her hand and gazed at the beautiful ring nestled inside. She looked up at Lucien and said, “You know I will.”

  With that he took the box from her and removed the ring. He took her hand softly and placed it on her finger. Then he stood and leaned over, kissing her with great passion.

  “You have made me very, very happy, Isabella,” he said. “I would do anything for you.”

  Their food arrived, and it was perfect. They ate holding hands and laughing, and it was as though sex was the furthest thing from their minds, but it was not. Both of them could hardly wait for dessert to be over so they could leave.

  Soon enough they were back on the Gilliam’s property. Rose had built a fire in the fireplace at the guest house, and it was warm when they entered.

  “Wow,” Lucien said. “Your mother really wanted things to be perfect.”

  There were vases full of red roses all over the place. The bed was made up with a thick silk comforter, and wine was chilling in a bucket next to the bed. They would want for nothing.

  “I’m going to go freshen up,” Isabella said softly.

  Lucien nodded. “You do that.”

  She left the room and Lucien set about making things just right. He poured wine and turned the bed down. He then removed all of his clothes except his silk boxers, and then he sat back on the bed against overstuffed pillows. He was anxious and beside himself.

  Isabella appeared suddenly in the firelight. She was completely naked, her hair loose with large curls. She stood at the foot of the bed before him and said nothing. Lucien sat up, nearly spilling his wine.

  “I poured you some,” he said, his voice gruff.

  She slowly walked to him. “Thank you,” she replied, taking the glass from his hand. She sat next to him on the bed and held his eyes while she drank the wine.

  Her scent was overwhelming, sweet and soft. He reached out and cupped her breast, then stroked her nipple with his thumb. She broke out in goosebumps, and a small moan escaped her lips.

  “This will be my first time since… since…”

  “I know,” he said gently.

  He took her glass from her and laid her down on the silken sheets. His lips were on hers, and they were suddenly exploring each other’s mouths and bodies with unbridled passion. It was all Lucien could do, with a raging erection, to stop things.

  He began to kiss her neck, working his way down to her breasts. He took his time there; she smelled so luscious and rich that he was nearly drunk with her. Before Isabella knew what was happening Lucien’s face was between her legs, and he was doing things to her with his tongue that Isabella never even knew existed.

  She writhed and moaned with pleasure, her fingers tangled in his hair. “Oh, Lucien! Oh, my!” She made no effort to stop him, and she couldn’t have if she tried. He was fully intoxicated with the fullness of his Isabella.

  He loved her with his mouth for a full hour. At one point he was on his back and she straddled his face, gently grinding herself against him. Oh, this was far better than he had ever imagined it could be. If there had ever been a heaven, this was it.

  Then she moved off of him and looked into his eyes. She moved her hips down and brushed herself against his erection while she ran her breasts over his chest. In a flash she drove herself down on him, and when he was fully inside of her he cried out.

  He would not last long.

  She rode him hard, grinding and thrusting, biting and clawing at his skin. He tried to hold back, but this was the one being on the planet he had no control over. He grabbed the sheets in fistfuls and arched his back violently as she slammed her body down on him and held it there. She could feel him throbbing inside of her as he filled her up.

  Isabella collapsed on Lucien, and they lay silently together, tasting each other’s sweat. It was done. The union was technically complete, and Lucien knew that his heart was hers for all eternity.

  He took her by the hair and kissed her on the mouth. Then he looked into her eyes and said playfully, “Are you ready for round two?”

  ∞

  “Lucien, today is an important day,” Rasia was saying to him. “We will be flying to Honduras where you will be shown your father’s permanent sanctuary. It is necessary that you know where this is for the safety of you and the Family.”

  Lucien drained his coffee cup. “What safety? We don’t worry about safety here.”

  Rasia had an annoyed look on her face. How he hated the witch! “You are going to be marrying a girl that has human blood in her veins. We have no idea what this could mean for the world or our people.”

  “What time are we leaving?” he asked.

  Rasia stood from her place at the table. “In one hour. Our flight will leave as soon as we are settled in the plane. Bring a bag, because we will be staying in La Ceiba.”

  He followed her when she left the room and went up to pack some clothes. He called Isabella. “Hello, my love. I had an outstanding time last night.”

  “Me too,” she told him in a sleepy voice.

  The two had been engaged now for ten months, and they spent every free moment together making love and planning for the future.

  He continued. “I have to go to Honduras with Mother. I will not be back until tomorrow. Forgive me?”

  “Of course,” she said. “Be good while you are there, love.”

  “I will. I love you,” he told her. “I’ll see you soon.”

  With that Lucien hung up and prepared a bag for the trip. His father’s sanctuary? It sounded like ridiculousness to him.

  Soon they were on their way to the airport, where their private plane was ready and waiting. In no time they were on board listening to their pilot welcome them and gush all over them, which made him sick. He just wanted to get this over with and get back home to Isabella.

  He sat back and closed his eyes as the plane took off. His thoughts went to her taste and her scent, and he found himself in heaven all over again. He could hardly wait to have her again.

  ∞

  “Alright, Lucien,” Rasia was saying. “We will simply jump, and the rest will come naturally to you. It is time.”

  They were standing on the very edge of a cliff, with waters rushing violently below them. He knew there would come a time his mother would be informing him of the more thrilling aspects of his heritage, and she had always
told him he would be able to fly when his powers increased. He was excited; today was the day.

  She continued. “When we hit water keep me in your sights. All you need to do is follow me, and I will take you to where we are going.” She paused for a minute, looking at him. “Are you ready?”

  “Yes,” he said, and with that they both leapt of the cliff into the raging sea below.

  Lucien fell toward the water fast, his mother right beside him. He was aware that he was controlling his fall without even trying. He looked at Rasia. She was smiling, her red hair flying behind her.

  They cut through the water like a pair of knives, and then Rasia was swimming at a high rate of speed. He kept up with her easily, and though he knew he could pass her easily, he let her continue to lead. A large hole in the rock appeared before them, and they swam into it.

  In minutes they were swimming through another, smaller hole, then suddenly the water ended. Lucien shot out of it and landed on the rock on his feet. Rasia stood smiling.

  “Fun, yes?” she asked him.

  He nodded and shook his hair out. “Superb.”

  Now they ran, and they ran fast. There was a corridor-like passage which they passed through, and now Lucien did pass his mother. He passed her with such power and speed that she was alarmed. It frightened her somewhat, though she was not sure why.

  Lucien suddenly came to the heart of the cave, and as soon as he entered its hollowness the place lit up with candles, just like his father’s office had. He turned, but his mother was not there; he had left her behind.

  She arrived quickly, though, and as he gazed around in wonder she began to speak.

  “This is it,” she said. “This is where your father came for centuries when they wanted to kill him. It is also where he began the family we have now. He came here for solitude in later days, as you may desire. It is yours now.”

  She sat in a large high back chair in the middle of the large room and closed her eyes, resting. Lucien looked at her for only a moment, and he knew immediately that the time had come.

  He rushed at her full force, his feet lifting off the ground as he took flight. His body slammed into hers, knocking the chair over backward. He righted himself and landed on his feet facing her, waiting for her to rise to her feet.