Henrik Legacies

A while later, as they were driving along the country roads, Henrik asked with a raised eyebrow, "So, who is that guy in the trunk?"

"I can feel him squirming like a worm in there."

Klaus, with a brilliant smile, glanced sideways at him while driving. "Oh, you want to know?" he asked, already expecting the question.

"I do," Henrik sighed and smiled. "After all, he is our traveling partner, riding first class, lying down and everything."

Klaus chuckled. "I know, right? Such a fortunate little guy, indeed."

"He is an experiment. I'm trying to make more like us," Klaus said while driving, still shocked inside that Henrik was a hybrid, not understanding how it was possible. So, he would try to gauge him during this little trip.

"Cool," Henrik said, and then he inquired in wonder, "but are you doing that for something in particular? I mean, you would be giving a free power-up to those you change, like the guy in the back."

"A king needs soldiers to rule," Klaus stated. "A new era is coming."

"Fine, sounds convincing enough," Henrik said, "but how do you plan to control them? Don't you fear them rebelling or going against your wishes?"

"No," Klaus said, sporting a mischievous smile. "The strong don't bother with that. Even if they change and become stronger than they are now, they would only be a mere imitation of what I am. Nature ensures a balance to everything."

"Gotta love Mother Nature," Klaus added.

"Alright," Henrik said, not intending to dwell on the matter any further. He already knew he was right; those hybrids were shit. Even vampires could kill them, despite the hybrids being a little bit stronger.

After a moment of silence, Klaus started the car radio and let the music play.

"Come on, what kind of music is this? This is awful," Henrik said after a moment, not enjoying the music.

"On the contrary, you have bad taste in music. Jazz is one of the best music styles to delight your eardrums," Klaus said.

"Let me see what else is out there," Henrik said, changing the stations, not taking to heart that, while one or maybe two pieces of jazz music that he had heard in his entire life were somewhat okay, the style wasn't his number one option when listening to music.

"Yeah, this is better. This is music," Henrik said with an amused tone while the radio was playing 'Chop Suey!' by System of a Down.

"Tell me you're kidding me," Klaus said, with a little disdain in his voice, not sounding too amused about the music selection.

"Alright, I'm just kidding you. But still, it sounds good." Henrik chuckled as he started changing stations, stopping at one that was playing 'Eagles - Hotel California'. "Now, this one is good for the road."

After a while of hearing the song without Klaus saying anything about it, Henrik said, "I believe your life is like the one the music depicted, Mhm-Mm."

"Do you think so?" Klaus said, non-committal.

"Oh, yeah," Henrik said, nodding.

"Maybe, I haven't given it too much thought," Klaus said, shrugging.

"Have we arrived at where you wanted to go?" Henrik asked as they stopped in the town square of a city.

"Not yet, get out. We will go for some food. You need to lighten up, Henrik. Put more color in your cheeks," Klaus said, smiling as he left the car.

"Okay, I'm a little bit craving it, so it doesn't sound so bad," Henrik said as he also left the car.

"Come on, pick your prey so we can move on. We still have a long road ahead and we are tight on time," Klaus said, looking at all the people around the town square.

"How about those hot blondies, sitting there on the bench," Henrik said, pointing at the girls who looked to be in their mid-20s. "They are two, one for each one."

"I see you have a preference for your prey, huh?" Klaus said, chuckling at his choice of election from among all the people available.

"I only drink blood directly from the finest kind of human, if I need to sink my fangs into someone. That is, only females, and, as far as possible, the hot ones." Henrik said with a smirk.

"Alright, let's move on. We need to hit the road again," Klaus said, starting to move in the direction of the girls.

After a while, Klaus and Henrik had a woman on their laps as they drove along the road.

"Do you feel that? Their blood pumping through your veins," Klaus said, raising his head from the neck of the girl he had in his lap while driving. His lips were bloody from feeding on the woman. "And while you feed from them, their lives are in your grasp. With the slightest little movement from your fangs, and they're dead."

"Yeah, the feeling is something else. But why do you need to suck them clean? I can see your girl is almost over. Try not to kill her, such a waste," Henrik said as he licked the blood on the neck of the hot blonde he had on his lap. Her big ass trembled over his cock as he fed on her, moaning loudly in ecstasy, crazily climaxing multiple times, wetting her thong, her dress, and his pants. She even peed from the pleasure her human brain was being fed, unlike the woman Klaus was feeding off, who looked more like a submissive doll while compelled.

"I mean, look at this girl. She is a hot blonde with big tits. You can drink from her, paw her big tits and big ass, and when you are done, spank her ass and send her on her way after compelling her to forget," Henrik explained to him as he did what he was saying. He was squeezing her big tits hard while she rested on his lap. The girl was compelled, but she looked like she was loving his touch too much, even more after he fed from her. Her body unconsciously catered to his cock as she moved her big ass on him, as if wanting him to fuck her too. "You enjoy her and then let her leave, still being alive, for the good moment she gave you. It's like sport fishing. You need to have that sporting spirit with the humans. Sport drinking, I will call it."

"Because I like the fishing part where I eat the fish instead of releasing it back into the water," Klaus commented with a shrug. Then, with a doubting voice laced with strong jealousy and greed, he said, "Besides, how did you do to make the girl feel so much pleasure while you feed from her? I can't do it. I haven't seen anyone like us do it. Only the pompous cocksucker pricks could do that."

"I don't know, I just fed from them and they experience so much pleasure. My girlfriend is the same and she is a vampire," Henrik said, shrugging. "Who are those pricks you said?"

"Interesting," Klaus said as he pawed the big tits of the girl on his lap with one hand, and with the other, he held the driving wheel. "The pricks I said are vampires like us. Well, kinda similar to us. They call themselves 'Moroi,' but they preen themselves as 'benevolent.' They don't have a long life as we do; they are like humans, mortals in essence that need the blood of humans to live, like us, but differently to us, they have a short life expectancy of less than 150 years in most cases."

"They are the darlings of nature, being able to do magic, as the witches are, but I believe nature prefers them a little more than the witches," Klaus commented, a little angry as if remembering something he didn't like. "And in our case, nature sees us as an abomination, but to those pricks, she doesn't. She favors them."

"Anyway, it's been so long since I saw one of them. They live mostly secluded in their little realm in the shadows," Klaus said, shrugging off his bad emotions. Then he smiled widely with a mocking look. "And as always, even if they are nature's darlings, she left them a potential danger, because of balance and whatever. If they purposefully kill another person while feeding, they become a lesser version of what we are by a big margin, changing into what they call a 'Strigoi.' They cannot go into the sunlight, they lose their magical ability, cannot walk upon holy grounds, and are a lot less strong than even a just-turned vampire of our kind. They have a fictitious immortality which relies upon the blood of the Moroi instead of the humans. They need to hunt them to keep living and get stronger. Still, a Strigoi is stronger than the Moroi, even if they are nothing compared to us."

"Fascinating. That there is a magical and mortal species of vampire existing around in the world," Henrik said, his mind a tumult of emotions and thoughts, thinking that he was in a combined world of Vampire Diaries and Vampire Academy, and wondering what he was, because his bite had the same characteristics as the Moroi when feeding from someone and more, as his blood was a delicacy to those who drank it. "You know a lot about them. These Moroi, there are a lot of them?"

"I lived a long life walking the earth, and for sure, I know about them. After all, I spent a long time between them. Those were fun times," Klaus smiled with mischief on his face. "They are like cockroaches, they reproduce continuously as humans do. Their numbers are in the millions combined between pure Moroi and halfbreeds they have with humans, and they form a big nation with their different provinces around the world under the rule of the 'Dominion,' secluded from the human eyes and society."

"Interesting, I would love to visit their realm someday," Henrik said, his thoughts racing with different things.

"Oh, you would need first to find their place or come upon a Moroi to get you there," Klaus said.

"Can't you get me in there?" Henrik asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't intend to go anywhere near those pompous little things in the near future. Besides, I indulged myself a little too much during my stay in their place last time. They kinda will not receive me with open arms," Klaus said, a mischievous smile on his lips.

"Okay. Do you have money on you?" Henrik asked, dropping the subject, curious about the Moroi but not in a hurry to know their vampiric world.

"What do you need it for?" Klaus asked, glancing sideways while driving after sipping a little more blood from the girl on him.

"Come on, give me five hundred bucks, and stop in the next city. I know you are rich," Henrik said.

Klaus sighed and handed him five bills of a hundred bucks after they stopped in Greeneville, one of their last stops before they got to the Smoky Mountains. "You are no fun," he said, already knowing what Henrik would do.

"Take this, love. Then, get back home, take a flight or something," Henrik said as he spanked the big ass of the hot blondie from which he fed, making her moan on him, and then compelled her to get back home and gave her the money that Klaus gave him for travel expenses.

"You are too kind with the food, no fun," Klaus said, sighing again with a roll of his eyes. But he also followed what Henrik did and compelled his girl to go back home and gave her money for the trip.

After the little stop, they got inside the car again.

"Heh, you just enjoy gore too much, that's the difference. I prefer to be more clean," Henrik said with a shrug. "Maybe that's why you enjoy having Stefan by your side, trying to make him be a full ripper. That guy has a nut loose while feeding."

The car revved as Klaus drove fast away from the place. They were already near their final destination as per Klaus's indication.

"Oh, yeah he has. I knew him once long ago. The first time, I heard about this one vampire, a crazy bloke, always on and off the wagon for decades. When he was off, he was magnificent," Klaus told Henrik a little bit of Stefan's history. "In 1917, he went into Monterey and wiped out an entire migrant village... A true ripper, he left their bodies in pieces all over."

"Later I got to know him in person, and let me tell you, he was a hell of a wingman. Those were fun times, you know. Crazy guy," Klaus said with an amused smile.

"So, you would understand that you and Damon ruined my fun and plans to use him as my errand boy, so I don't have to dirt too much my hands. Besides, it was so fun seeing him struggle and breaking apart while he drank with so much relish the blood of his victims before he cut them to pieces," Klaus continued.

"Bloody hell, you are such a refined sadist, Klaus," Henrik said, raising his eyebrow, not wanting to be on the bad side of his father.

"Oh kid, I call it enjoying the little moments of entertainment that my long life still can provide. Wait until you have a thousand years, very few little things would still put a smile on your face."

"Hey, I see you smiling a lot in this short time," Henrik said, looking at him. Then he looked at the landscape, seeing that they were already near the mountain where the wolf pack should be.

"Enjoying the few little things, as I said," Klaus said with a mocking smile.

"You're a dick," Henrik said, rolling his eyes.

"I thought you already knew," Klaus laughed loudly. "Besides, I see you are enjoying this little trip too."

"Mhm-mm," Henrik made a sound, not saying anything, but the smile on his lips showed his mood.

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Alright, here's this chapter. I wasn't quite sure how to approach it; I lacked imagination. But this is what we've got, so don't jump down my throat. It does lay some groundwork for future events, though. (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)