Leda slipped into Alexander's room, the black mist that she courted like a winding sheet winding around her volumptous form. She entered his room alone, walking over to where Alexander slept.

Alexander stirred from his reocurring dream about the man with the eyes black as coal, and the long black feathery wings rising from the pool of blood which he could only assume was the river styx to the
sight of the beautiful woman. Her hair was long like the flowing mane of a lion. She wore a purple corset top which accented her full breasts to perfection and a pair of black pants which hugged her long
legs and round derriere. The woman was quite a sight to wake up to, and when she sprung on him, nimble as a cat, slipping onto his bed, placing a blade against his throat, he did not have time to even
blink.

Leda touched Alexander using the touch of pleasure, as she had used the touch of pain on him before. It was another of her gifts, gathered after centuries of life as a worthy priestess and one of the
elect.

"You will come with me, Alexander, the High Priest requires your presense. You will not fight me, or you will be tortured and it will only be this sweet to me. You will plead for death....." Leda said.

Alexander shuddered under her touch. The touch of pain was something few could resist, as it was, the touch of pleasure was its reverse, and many a foe fell to their knees in the heat of battle under the
onslaught of its power. A most potent feeling that few could resist, which pushed one towards the moment of powerful nearly painful bliss. To make it worse Leda was most desirable, and she had sent many a foe
onto their knees in the heat of battle with the unexpected use of its power. Alex did not resist her ecstasy as he had her agony. He yielded to her touch.

The vampire who's origins were unknown and who had gotten the attention of the sacred priesthood of the Blood on its account said in response to the use of the power and Leda's words. "I respect the
Priesthood of the Blood....I yield unto you now as representative ofthe one who created us all."

Leda heard his words. She had been doing this job for centuries now. She had never not even once had someone yield out of respect for their god. It had always been out of fear of death and what she could
do. She was taken aback by this for the moment. Alexander was not like most people. He seemed to be able to resist some vampire abilities. He was a visionary it was said, and now he was yielding out of respect and not fear. There was no fear in his eyes and only respect. Normally that lack of fear would enfuriate her but because
of the emotion which was there, but now for some unknown reason it did not.

Leda slipped a pair of handcuffs onto Alexander just so that if this was a trick, he would not have use of his hands which powered most vampire abilities. Touch was required for nearly all of them and it secured their safety as he was brought back to the temple the best way.

Somehow she did not expect even if he could do things not requiring touch that he would attempt them now.

She led him out to her vehicle and made him slip inside the back seat. She then began driving towards the temple with her prisoner.When they arrived at the temple, he was ushered inside before the High Priest. When he was brought into the dimly lit room, the temples leader let the black mist wind around the prisoner like a
winding sheet in the telltale manner that was uniquely their own. "Kneel...."

Alexander did as he was told, slipping onto his knees before the High Priest of the Blood, lowering his eyes out of respect for who this man was.

The High Priest moved over to him and placed his hand on the mans forehead. "You are not afraid. In fact, I sense only great respect and the desire to please me not out of fear but....respect. You are an enigma, Alexander. Tell me of yourself. Speak candidly, I will know if you lie to me."

"I am adopted. I am not the Psychic Vampire that my father was. Most do not know this. I am in fact a Blood Vampire. Born of the Pureblood, the son of Regina and Stefan of Budapest Hungary I have always had a slight resistance to vampire powers, and I have dreams, of the Blood." Alexander said.

"Honorable one.....have I been condemned?" Alexander asked. "If so I accept your fate and judgement...." Alexander said keeping his eyeson the man for only a moment before bowing his head in reverance.

"You will enter the .River Syx. The blood will determine your fate." The High Priest said as he reached behind the man to release his hands.

He began to lead him to the inner temple where only those who would feed the blood or serve him would go.

Alexander saw it. The River Styx, flowing crimson that called to him in his dreams and even waking moments. He looked to the blood for a moment before walking humbly to that which he believed created him
and all things. He entered the river the shallow part of it, and he fell unto his knees.

"If I am unworthy, take me now, my lord...." Alexander said. He could feel the blood move around him, the tides of crimson brushing against his skin. The blood was said to have a life of its own, a hunger, and it consumed those who were lacking in honor, those who displeased Nhosal. Alexander was afraid now, but he was surrendered to this. He was showing the respect that he believed was due onto the power much greater then himself. He bowed his head for a moment, remaining in prayer, waiting to see what was about to happen to him. There was a gasp as a something began to rise from the surface of the blood.

Those in attendance fell to their knees as well. Never had any present seen anything come from the blood. Accept for the High Priest, who knelt last, like a man in power typically would, hesitating a bit longer.

The tips of black wings covered in blood grazed the surface, when the demon, as it was clear that was what he was stepped from the River Styx. He looked out to the priests of the blood, then down at the one
who entered the sacred river.

The demons muscles rippled a bit as he moved towards Alexander, touched the head of the man who bowed before him unable to see his face. It was clear he wanted him to look at him.

The demon said in a voice that carried through the room in a dark cold chill wrapping its around them all like the clutches of death itself."What do you wish of me Alexander Colville?"

The vampire looked up at the demon and spoke. "I would ask for my life.....and give it into your service, if you would have me....."

The vampire called to one of the priests kneeling out in the sanctuary. "Morgan, come...."

The man entered the pool of blood and knelt before his master.

"You will kill her.......she is unworthy of me.......I read her mind and heart her blasphemy is unforgivable...." The demon spoke in a harsh whisper.

She went to draw her blade at the same time that Alexander did but she was not fast enough and he cut her down in the pool of blood, bleeding the life out of her, incapacitating her.

"Remove her heart, it is my judgement..." The demon said.

Alexander did as he was told.

The demon looked to Alexander and said. "Drink of the River Styx........share in its power........for you Alexander are my chosen prophet."

Alex cupped the blood in his hands and trembled as he brought it to his lips. When he had drunk, he looked up at his master. "Thank you....I will serve you always...."

"Train him in the ways of the Blood....accept him as one of your own...." The demon said as he sank back into the depths of the blood.

Everyone rose slowly after the demon had gone.

"Come Alexander...." The High Priest and leader of the Priests and Priestesses of the Blood said as everyone stood looking to the now still waters. "I will take you to your cell and begin your training. Nhosal has decreed it...."