Bleeding Rose | Kol Mikaelson

NEW YORK CITY | 2008

"I am obsessed with your car."


The 1967 Chevrolet El Camino that Wade had acquired from a police auction may be run down but it was truly a beautiful classic vehicle. Rare in a sea of modern brightly coloured clean cars that held no character or personality. From the second that Wade had picked her up at the bus station, Thena Roseblood was certain about one thing. When she returned from her trip to speak to Ceric, she was stealing this car. She had given Wade a moonlight bracelet the second he showed up to buy his cooperation in her little mission, a lifetime free of snapping bones every full moon for his car seemed like a fair exchange to her.

Wade had not wanted to bring her to the vampire den where Henry Roseblood, a descendant of Adam Roseblood was rumoured to be; adjusting to his new reality as a vampire but as a wolf who had spent years being forced to turn, he hadn't been able to resist her offer of freedom and control.

A deep chuckle rumbled from Wade in response to her declaration "Good luck getting the keys off me Thena."

Thena just smirked beside him as they made their way through the neon-painted club doors, the heavy stench of blood quickly invading her senses. She would be getting that car. She fully intended to drive it back to New Orleans to explain herself to Marcel once she was back in the country. And if she couldn't get it straight away, she would make Wade meet her on her way out of Louisiana and then sneak the keys off him. Either way, when she tracked down the Reyes Bloodstone, she would be doing so driving an El Camino. By the time she turned 17 in two weeks, Wade's car would belong to her. End of story.

Green and pink neon lights flashed over their skin as they stepped into the bar and she couldn't help but crinkle her nose in disgust.

At least Marcel's blood parties held some dignity. 

Plus, given the number of bodies shoved into dark corners, it was clear this was no party any human who attended walked away from.

Sure enough, all attention was quickly on them, the stench of wolf pursing through the air causing the vampires in the thralls of bloodlust to freeze up, their dark red eyes all jumping to Wade and her.

Thena grinned "If any of them break free, rip their throats out with your teeth."

Her order rippled through the air followed by three sharp claps as she brought her hands together.

"Aimhlichean na grèine, loisg tuiltean do chràdh a-steach do  veins marbhtach fuar." (Embers of sun, floods of torment burned into thy deadly cold veins)


Screams bounced off the walls, mixing with the soft sprinkle of Thena's building giggles as the humans now freed from their torture didn't hesitate to start running. Clearly, these vampires hadn't even bothered to use compulsion, wanting their food to fight back just for the extra added entertainment. A golden hue drifted around the room, vampires who didn't have the luxury of wearing any form of daylight ring collapsed to their knees, bodies writhing in agony as their veins started to glow a vibrant orange, the sensation of pure lava and fire replacing the undead blood that flowed through their veins.

Her boots thumped loudly as she moved further into the room, hands clasped together, resting at the base of her spine, eyes scanning each shaking vampire, Wade a constant looming glowing-eyed shadow right behind her, ready to jump in if someone managed to push through their pain and attempt some foolish attack.

"I will release you from your agony if you hand over Henry Roseblood." Technically speaking, killing them all would count as releasing them from their suffering just in a more permanent capacity and it would certainly free the locals from ever having to find themselves trapped within this haunted disgusting den. She had no problem with Marcel's little blood parties because there were strict rules that were respected and followed by his people. The vampires of New York didn't answer to a single power, they did what they wanted and honestly, it was a miracle their existence hadn't been discovered yet.

A loud abrupt laugh escaped her lips as without hesitation, the only vampire protected from her spell wearing a daylight ring was tossed at her feet by at least 15 writhing creatures of the night.

Dark hair quickly filled her vision. A skinny but tall and lean figure was forced to his knees in front of her. A large scar ran along his face, fresh and still red, unhealed despite his new healing abilities. It was odd. Vampires didn't scar, but there it was carving up handsome features. It started at his right cheek drifting across the bridge of his nose then up along the edge of his left eye. His hair was almost black but the flickers of neon lights above them proved that it was truly a dark ginger, a trait of their Scottish heritage peaking through the mixed Korean and Indian features. It seemed every generation, at least one of them carried some embers of the ginger hair Nikita Roseblood had been known for. Alana had black hair, but with shades of ginger within it as did Ivan.

"Hello Cousin...." Her hand latched around his jaw, red surrounding his face causing him to grunt in agony as grey seeped into his skin "That isn't a pretty scar...let me guess...it reeks of magic, I take it Grandfather was not pleased with your decision to complete the transition."

Rosebloods were not meant to complete the transition, it was one of their forbidden laws. Just as they were not meant to breed with other magical bloodlines or species, only carrying on their legacy with humans because their blood was weaker so wouldn't taint the fire that lived with them, if they were to wake up in transition, they were not meant to let human blood touch their tongues.

Rosebloods did not become vampires.

It was an insult to their blood and the magic they were forged from.

Henry growled under his breath, teeth grinding together, almost cracking under the pressure as he resisted the urge to scream. Her fingers pressed deeper against his skin, the glow of red shining brighter and brighter overpowering the other neon colours dancing around them. A glint of metal cut through the air but Wade's hand was in front of Thena's face, catching the blade Henry had tried to shove up, it sliced through his palm but neither the siphoner nor the wolf flinched.

Snatching the blade away, Wade chuckled twirling it between his fingers before pointing it back at Henry, mockingly letting the tip dance over the lines of the horrific scar that would have healed had it not been carved into his flesh by Ivan Roseblood "Now that wasn't very nice."

His teeth were ripping into Henry's throat in an instant.

Henry screamed, blood spraying all over the floor.

Thena smirked in amusement, removing her hand from his face and pulling a cloth out of her jacket pocket, crouching down to her knees, she wiped up some of the blood, soaking the cloth with as much blood as possible before focusing back on the vampire. A vampire with werewolf venom in his veins, a lost cause now with death knocking on his door.

"With my blood and yours, I am going to work out where the Reyes Bloodstone is doll..." Henry was a descendent of Adam Roseblood, meaning closer to Astrid than she was in terms of the bloodline. Plus, as he had now been banished from their clan, permanently scared by Ivan, it meant no one would be watching over him, or coming to save him. No one would notice when she left Henry nothing but dust to blow away with the wind.

This meant she could not only take as much blood as she needed from him, but perhaps she could take some time to practise. If she failed yet again to siphon the werewolf venom without killing the vampire, it wasn't like anyone was going to miss him.


"But first...I want to practise my siphoning skills."