The dragon's harem

Alcott walked toward the man’s farm, the sun was still up and its rays rained down from the heavens, passing through the trees, casting a dark shadow on the shed where those people lived.

Alcott heard the cows on the side, he looked and saw all of the cattle herded into one pen like humans in a walled city, looking around in confusion. They’ve never been herded like this before, putting a lot of stress on them.

“Master!” The old man approached Alcott with a worried face. He glanced at the animals with a sad stare. “Pettyful creatures, what a shame. Those cows had the biggest udder in the whole village. Pure Riverwood breed.”

“They stay there until an expert comes to inspect them. If they’re sick, we’ll arrow them down and burn their corpses. Won’t risk it spreading to the whole village’s cattle.” Alcott walked to the tree and sat beneath it, “I’ll sit guard. You go on about your lives.”

“Master, would you want me to bring you something to eat or drink?” Alcott looked at the man, smelling his sweat, hearing his heart beating rapidly, his fingers were shaking as his lips held shut, even his busy heart wasn’t able to hide his gulping.

Alcott immediately knew the man was up to no good. He could call him out, but the vampire might run away, he should play along until the beast is within striking range. This is a village after all, if a massive fight broke out with a two thousand year old vampire lord, the death toll would be enough to even make him puke.

“You’ve my thanks, and don’t worry, you’ll get compensated in full if the coins I gave you weren’t enough.” Alcott waited as the old man hurried back inside. The closer the old man got to the house, the louder his heart roared. Alcott couldn’t tell if he was afraid of the beast inside the house or that he was feeling guilty about deceiving him.

An hour later the man came to Alcott with a plate full of meat and a large mug of wine. It only took Alcott one look to notice something. Such a poor farmer shouldn’t be able to afford such wine. It’s not like they can’t afford it, it’s such a big waste that it might cost him a child’s life in the winter.

Even the meat had a ton of spices on it, cooked in a hurry, but still those spices would’ve cost a fortune. ^Strong wine and spices, hiding the smell of poison. Should be enough to kill a large bear if they needed to take such measures to hide it.^

Arad could feel it, if any normal person were to eat this food and drink this wine, they might instantly puke their organs out. But he could feel it, no, he could see an eye staring at him from the crack in the shed’s walls.

“What kind of wine is this?” Alcott asked, lifting the mug and looked at it with a lifted eyebrow. “Northern black berry.” The old man replied.

“Never tasted such a thing before? Is it strong? I’m not that good with Alcohol.” He smiled, poking his finger inside the mug and then licked it to tasted the wine. “It tastes amazing…fuck it, let those old farts scold me later, no use wasting such a feast.” With just that taste he determined that the poison used was a sleeping one and not as much as he expected. The vampire probably wants to catch him alive, just one looked at Alcott’s body, and he seems like a good candidate for a spawn.

After finishing his meal, Alcott started feeling drowsy, sleepy, his eyes felt heavier than the mountains. He could easily resist such a poison if he let his werewolf blood suppress it. Werewolves have a power resistance to poisons and alcohol thanks to their thick blood and massive liver.

But now…It’ll be easier to let the vampire’s slaves take him to it rather than try to chase it without being discovered. He fell on his face…asleep.

The old man leaned forward, looking at Alcott’s face and touched his neck. Cold skin, almost no pulse and breathing slower than a corpse…deep asleep enough to be mistaken for a corpse. They could chop him to pieces and he won’t ever wake up.

***

Claug was watching Alcott from the castle using her crystall orb. Elizabeth, who was behind her, wore a terrified face. “We should send someone to help him!” She cried.

“The wolf is asleep beneath the tree…two eyes closed…” She looked at Elizabeth with a smile, “There is no need to worry about him.”

***

“Please forgive me master…” The man grabbed Alcott by the shoulder and tried to drag him into the house, failing miserably. Alcott’s armor alone weighed a lot, the poor man almost snapped his back trying to move him.

The poor man called his wife to help him drag Alcott inside, and even with them both working their backs out, they barely managed to get him inside. Elizabeth was watching with growing fear, she covered her face the moment the inside of the house showed.

Walls painted red with blood, ripped furniture and a bloodied woman. She looked at Elizabeth’s age, sitting on a bloodied chair, brushing her long red hair. Beautiful fair skin, brown eyes, and a face full of freckles.

The husband and wife dropped Alcott on the ground, falling to the ground with exhausted breaths. He lay face down, asleep yet his ears and senses still wide open, he could smell the blood, hear them speak and sense the monster sitting before him.

The young woman has the same smell as Alicia, but a bit fresher, her younger sister probably, but they couldn’t be a year apart…and what’s most important…she isn’t his target.

^A vampire spawn, two days old, no, less than that? If I reveal myself to her, the vampire lord will flee…^ But he was aware that if they captured him then the vampire lord must want to turn him into a vampire spawn…she won’t dare kill him or suck his blood, which mean she’ll never find he’s already a vampire.

The young woman stood from her chair and approached Alcott, sniffed his neck, “Not young, but still strong. Master would be pleased.” She licked her lips, “What a shame…I can’t suck your blood.”

“Isn’t this enough…” The old man gasped, “We’ve got him for you…would you please…”

“Hehe…” She giggled, “Fool human, do you think I’m still your daughter?” Foot long claws extended from her fingers. Sister got what she deserved, and you’ll be next. I wonder what color your organs are.”

Normal humans have no chance against a vampire spawn, even one this weak. A single swipe of her claws would be enough to rip through one foot thick wooden logs, cutting a man in half is as easy as cutting through air.

The old couple will die…they won’t even be able to take a single step before their blood spills. Alcott on the ground was listening. If he keeps pretending to be asleep, the old couple would die…but if he acts, the vampire lord would escape and probably cause a massive disaster.

The right decision was clear, keep the act and let them die. The vampire lord is too big of a threat to too many people than that.

“All those days…” She growled, her voice growing deeper with each word, “You don’t know how many times I wished I could cut you apart and that day had finally come…” Veins bulged all over her body as she lunged forward, swinging her massive claws at her father.

THUD! A hand grabbed her by the ankle, causing her to fall face first to the ground. She looked back and saw Alcott had grabbed her foot. She hissed at him like a snake, her jaw opening wide and revealing a row of sharp teeth decorated with two-inch long fangs.

Alcott immediately pulled her back and threw her at the table. He could barely stand like a newborn goat, showing that the poison still affected him. The spawn roared at him with rage, her visage looking and less and less human by the second.

“Run!” Alcott growled at the two but the old man shouted back, “That’s my daughter! Don’t kill her!”

“We’ve already lost one! We don’t want to lose the other!” The mother cried with tears flowing down her face.

Alcott grabbed a tankard of water and threw it at them, “I said get out!”

The spawn turned into a mist of red smoke, rushing toward Alcott. He lifted his sword and blocked her claw attack. Sparks flew everywhere as she looked surprised. The power granted to her was great, yet this man managed to block her attack? No, he’s probably used to hunting monsters while this is her first real fight.

She kept flying around him as mist, attacking left and right until she realised something, he is protecting her parents. A smile crossed her face as she weaved around, grabbed Alcott by the arm and threw him all around the room like a ragdoll.

The more she fought, the more at ease she felt with her body and reaction speed, soon this powerful fighter will be nothing but a helpless newborn sheep before her, ready for slaughter.

At one point Alcott thrust his sword at her and she used her reaction speed to pull her father and put him between them, ^If he is fighting so hard to save…let’s break his spirit.^ Alcott’s sword pierced the father’s chest and she gasped for air, falling to the ground with blood rushing out of his chest.

The mother screamed in the back and Alcott growled in rage, chasing after the spawn all over the room.

Then, as she was trying to escape his rage, he managed to slash her back, causing her to scream. She turned toward him with a claw swing only for him to slash her arm off and kick her so hard that she wished she didn’t start this fight.

Desperate, she grabbed her mother and pointed her claw at her neck, “One move and I’ll flay her like a fish!”

“Vampires don’t take prisoners.” Alcott rushed in and stabbed the mother alongside the spawn. The mother fell to the ground bleeding to death and the spawn growled as her fight with Alcott kept on for another minute.

The spawn finally stood there, Alcott on the ground. Her whole body was covered in slashes and she was too exhausted to fight any longer. People have already heard the fighter and are knocking on the door. A single pitchfork is enough to kill her.

She could suck her parents’ blood to heal but that would take long enough for everyone to come in and finish her.

Alcott was unconscious on the floor so she grabbed him and crawled to the back of the house, sneaking out through the cellar. There was the entrance of a cave system, a tight hole and a tighter squeeze to get through, but with her ridiculous strength she could force herself and Alcott inside.

Of course, she immediately smashed the entrance to prevent anyone from chasing them.

When the people rushed into the house, they found the massacre, but surprisingly both parents were still alive. The stab wounds they sustained perfectly missed their organs, dealing enough pain to knock them out yet not enough to kill them.

As the spawn dragged Alcott through the cave he was smiling inside. ^Thank the god this newborn spawn is dumb…as you’d expect from a farmgirl, she couldn’t tell what the fuck I was doing.^