Werewolves were here! I realized.
The doorbell went and I zoomed downstairs immediately. Alfred opened the door and was quickly grabbed by a pair of hands. I sped there and everything slowed down. They were three boys, one was a man actually in his late forties while the other two were teenagers. I grabbed the one that wasn't holding Alfred and held his neck in front of them.
"If anything happens to Alfred, I will rip his head off,” I threatened. The boy under my custody shivered in fear; I smiled with satisfaction.
"Go ahead,” the boy who held Alfred by the neck too spat in between his teeth. I accepted gladly and began dislocating his throat before I was stopped by the elderly man.
"Wait!" the man roared more as a command than a plea.
"Wrong answer,”?I told him and was about to completely rip the boy's throat out until a pair of hands distorted my grip from his throat and pulled me backward. Solomon then pushed the boy back to them.
"What is going on here?" he demanded, folding his hands across his chest. I became so angry with him. He grimaced and turned to look at me. I guessed he read my thoughts.
"Zack, release this man this instant,” the man ordered the boy in a black shirt and a pair of black shorts who held Alfred. The boy hesitated for a second and then flung Alfred towards us in disgust. I growled in anger.
"Go upstairs Alfred", Solomon ordered and he obeyed.
I held back and looked at the features of the boy. He had black hair, bright blue eyes and a well-chiseled jaw. He was the boy we spotted in Trigonometry class this morning. I chuckled as I recalled this.
"Please forgive my son for his irrelevant behavior", the man pleaded.
"What do you want and who are you?" Solomon asked, not interested in his apology.
"My name is Zechariah Walker and this is my son, Zack, the Alpha of our pack,” he introduced, putting pride in his voice when he introduced his son.
"What pack?" I asked, furrowing my brows.
"The celestial pack,” Zack said.
"Why have I not heard of that before?" I asked, perplexed." Have you heard of that before, Solomon?"
He shook his head, not releasing his eyes from staring at them.
"Oh, we have been secretive for over four hundred years of our existence,” Zechariah replied.
"Four hundred years? Gosh, I need a drink and a seat,” I said and walked away.
"Please come in,” I heard Solomon say as I half-filled my glass on the kitchen counter.
I zoomed back to the living room and sat on the sofa facing them. The boy I held captive shuddered as I used my powers and I chuckled within. He was afraid of me but Zack didn't move an inch. He was bold and brave and I realized he was going to be a problem for me.
"So what brings you guys here?" Solomon requested. "If you guys have been secretive for four hundred years, why reveal yourselves now?"
Zechariah chuckled and shifted on the sofa. Zack just sat there as stiff as a rock, with no smile, no words, stares, and glares. If I had to break him down by teaching him a lesson then I would. I could wipe out his whole bloodline...
"Ehh ehhmm!", Solomon cleared his throat looking at me. He had read my thoughts, again.
"We know you are vampires,” Zechariah began.
Solomon nodded in agreement and also signaled him to get straight to the point.
"And not just any vampires, the pure vampires; The Genesis,” Zechariah acclaimed.
And then Zack's facial expression changed. He looked at his father with a horrified face. I guess he was shocked and scared now. I chuckled and savored the small victory I earned.
"So?" I asked impatiently with a raised eyebrow.
"We would like for you to stop dropping bodies anyhow in this town,” Zack said solidly.
Okay, someone had to teach this boy a lesson.
"Or what?" I said, standing up infuriated.
He stood up too and walked up to me.
"Or you will be dead,” he threatened with a whisper.
"Okay that is enough,” Solomon said and disembarked us.
I chuckled at the weak threat he made to me and he was going to pay for that; surely. The only thing that could kill a Genesis vampire was a piece from a red sycamore tree. It was one of a kind and it withered and died about eight hundred years ago. Meaning the only weapon that could kill Solomon didn't exist anymore.
I obeyed Solomon and sat back on the couch. I looked at the boy they came with. He just sat there with his hands and legs clasped together. He looked feeble and was the perfect target for me.
"And who is this?" I asked, pointing at the boy.
"That's Oliver Wright", Zack said. "My Beta".
I nodded my head in amusement. I chuckled within as I derived a plan which would involve inflicting pain on Zack using him.
"We will try and deduce the way people go missing, okay?" Solomon said. I turned and raised an eyebrow at him.
"Okay,” Zechariah agreed and shook his hand. Zack also shook his hand after some seconds of showing reluctance.
"See you around Solomon,” Zack said as they walked to the door. He turned and glared at me for some seconds then produced a smirk. "You too, Desmond.”
"I would be expecting you anytime soon, Zack,” I said chuckling.
"Yeah you will,” he said and walked out of the house.
"Well, that went well,” I said with a hint of sarcasm.
Solomon zoomed in and grabbed me from the sofa. He glared at me and I could see anger in his eyes. He was mad about something. I looked into his mind and laughed as I found out what. He was angry with the plan I came up with.
"Whatever you do Desmond, do not spark a war between two supernatural species. I beg you brother,” he roared.
I chuckled and plucked his hands off my hoodie. I dusted myself and gave him a huge grin. He stood there panting and filled with rage.
"I will like to see you try and stop me,” I requested.
"I will,” he said and with a dash he hit me and I landed on the floor, many meters from where we stood.
Blood oozed from my nose. I touched it and looked at it smiling. I licked it and nodded approvingly. I zoomed in and hit him on the cheek. He stumbled and held his chin. He swiftly returned the favor. I was supposed to be stronger and faster than him because I had human blood while he drank animals.
I quickly had an idea. I sped and got firewood from the fire and ran toward him. I tried to stab him in the chest but he grabbed it and stabbed me at my lower abdomen. Now he was distracted, I immediately grabbed his head and snapped his throat. He fell to the ground limply.
My plan had worked and I smiled at his satisfaction. I removed the wood from where he stabbed and groaned in pain. Immediately the stabbed place sealed up and I threw down the stake. I looked down at Solomon. That would keep him out for at least five hours which was enough time for me to carry out my plan. With that, I zoomed out of the house.
•••
I sat by the window pane and waited patiently for my victim to arrive home. I had been waiting for two hours and was running out of patience. I recalled how I got his address from his head while they were at our place and smiled.
Finally, the door opened and Oliver came in. He closed the door, his back facing me; perfect. He turned and jerked as he saw me. He held his chest and breathed a sigh of relief as he saw me. He thought he was safe, how stupid and easy.
"You almost scared me there, Desmond,” he explained. "Why are you here?"
I got down from the window pane and walked slowly towards him, reciting my plan in my head. He began walking back slowly, I could hear his heart beat faster and adrenaline flushing into his bloodstream. I grabbed him and sped out of the room. We stopped at the forest because he broke free.
His eyes turned blue and his sideburns grew bigger. His teeth grew into fangs and his nails into claws. His knees were now slightly bent. I just realized he had shifted into his werewolf form. He pounced on me but I slapped him with the back of my hand and he landed on a tree trunk. This was so easy.
"Please do not make this difficult for both of us, Oliver,” I suggested.
Clearly, he didn't listen because he tried pouncing on me again but this time I dodged and held him back by his neck. I dragged him closer and plunged my fangs into his carotid artery, releasing my venom into his bloodstream. When I was done, I ruptured his neck and he dropped dead to the ground.
I zoomed into the road just in time to stop a moving vehicle. It was a teenage girl driving. She came out of the car scared. I ran with inhumane speed and grabbed her.
"Do not scream,” I demanded. "There's nothing to be afraid of.”
I bent her head and dug my fangs into her neck. I grabbed her and zoomed in to where Oliver's lifeless body once lay. He was awake now, sitting on the ground confused.
"What did you do to me?" he ordered.
"I made you into a better version of yourself. Now drink", I said and pushed the girl towards him.
He hesitated for some seconds then grabbed the girl and sucked her dry. The girl dropped to the floor with a thud. Oliver looked at his bloody hands, still scared and confused. I walked up to him and squatted in front of him.
"Now you are going to do me a favor,” I said, compelling him.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"I want you to kill Zack Walker.”
It was dark now after I had carried out my plan. I lifted the dead body of the teenage girl and placed her on my shoulder. I zoomed back to where her car was parked and placed her in the passenger seat. I got into the driver's seat and drove the car into a tree. Then I got her body and placed it on the driver's seat making it look like she had an accident. When I was satisfied with the scenery, I sped back home.When I got home, Solomon wasn't lying where I kept him, meaning he had awoken or Alfred had shifted his body to another location. I poured myself a glass of alcohol in the kitchen and carried it to the living room. I sipped slowly from the glass while staring at the crackling fire. I felt a gush of wind behind me and I knew immediately it was Solomon.I turned and faced him, smiling. He was sitting on a sofa, his legs crossed. He had a serious face on him. I smirked and sipped from my glass. He didn't speak, he just watched me walk c
After I dug her grave, I carried the dead doctor's body and dumped it in like it didn't matter. I had killed a hundred people in the past and had buried their bodies, this meant nothing to me. I could do this over and over again without getting tired or feeling remorse; of course, I had no feelings left in me. I picked up the shovel and began covering up the grave. When I was done, I headed to school and was planning to behave like nothing had happened. If Solomon found out, I would be in big trouble. I had to keep out today's morning event as long away from him as possible. I arrived in the hallway and noticed people walking up and down. It was time for our next class, history. I strolled towards the class, my hands in my pockets. I wore neither a hoodie nor a jacket which made my hands feel awkward in my jeans pockets. I made my way into the class and sat down at my usual spot. I leaned back on my chair and folded my arms on my chest.
The training was fun. I didn't realize that I was good at basketball. I never missed a basket, thanks to my powers. I was surprised that Solomon was also good at it. We made accurate three-pointers while the other boys watched with their jaws dropped. Coach, on the other hand, was impressed with our display and was delighted to have discovered us ( even though I made him find us out with force). After training, we went back to the locker room and showered up. I didn't feel uncomfortable bathing with humans, which was very awkward. I changed into my regular clothes and walked into the hallway with Solomon. The afternoon sun washed half of the hallway with its light and bathed our skin. Our skins would glow and shine like diamonds if we were normal vampires. That was why normal vampires wore sun bracelets or rings. I pitied Oliver because he had no sun ring making him stuck at home. I had one more sun ring in my possession. When I met him,
The box was carved with ancient writings, probably Greek or Latin. It was black and was not much bigger than a jewelry box. I opened it and found two pieces of jewelry. One was the sun ring I was looking for, and the other was a bracelet I had forgotten about. It was a silver chain decorated with ruby diamonds. Those diamonds were capable of resisting compulsion from any Genesis Vampire. I looked at the bracelet, and it brought back memories I had never wanted to recall. I took out the ring and closed the box. I slid it under the shelf and walked out of the Cellar with the ring in my hoodie pocket. As I got back to the living room, I saw Solomon sitting on the couch with a glass of alcohol in his hand. "You were right, Desmond; I did make a mistake," he said, not looking at me. I smirked and folded my hands across my chest, savoring the victory. "It is fine, brother. We all make mistakes", I comforted as I sat beside him. "Today at the hall, I saw something," he began."What?" I sa
We drove silently back home after school, Solomon staring out the window through the entire drive. I didn't know if he wanted me to feel guilty for what I did at the cafeteria earlier today. The truth was, I wouldn't. I was heartless, emotionless, as he had described, and happy with it. I swerved into the marble lot of our compound and parked the car inside the garage. I slumped on my bed when I entered the room and stared at the ceiling. It was just white, empty, and vast. My mind took me to Oliver. I hadn't seen Zack today, meaning his father was supposed to arrive soon and start wailing. I got downstairs and went straight to the fridge. I opened it and got a bottle of 7.42. I poured myself a glass and took a sip. The alcohol burns at the back of my throat; ecstasy. I carried my glass into the sitting room and saw Solomon sitting on the couch, staring into space with his legs crossed while lost in thought. I leaned on the door frame an
17 AUGUST 1873. I woke up and found myself on a bed in a room I couldn't believe I would find myself in. My clothes were old, and so was everything in the room; I was in 1873, the year I dreaded most. Yes, I feared something. The door opened, and a maid came in with a new pair of clothes folded neatly. I looked at her face, and memories flooded back into my mind. Adrenaline flushed into my veins as I remembered her. Her blue eyes could instantly cure my anger, her black hair shone in the sun, and her lips tasted like strawberries. She was Mary Sherringham, the first girl I fell in love with. And she was the chief maid of Stephanie Collins, the daughter to the Mayor of Winekove. Whatever was happening, I wouldn't say I liked it one bit. First, I was trapped at the bottom of an ocean; now, I relived the worst year of my eternal life. "Good morning, sire," she greeted with a smile. Her voi
I found myself in a dark, empty, and cold situation again. I had the same feelings as last time. At least I wasn't at the bottom of the ocean this time. I felt like I had been tied up with ropes that burnt into my skin. The pain was endless, and once again, I prayed for it to stop. 28 SEPTEMBER 1873 This time, I found myself standing just outside the mansion. I remembered this day too. It was a September morning, a typical summer morning. The bird chirped and flew across the house, and the sun rays washed every inch of every room and yard in the mansion. Solomon and I were taken in by Mayor Collins when we got back from France. It was the first time we had returned to Winekove since our transformation. We had nowhere to go, our house was no more, and trees covered the spot it had stood. Luckily, Stephanie was passing by in her carriage and saw us stranded. She took us home and told her father we had no way to go. He offered us shelter and food, and we accepted it gratefully. We a
I retreated my fangs from her palm after pouring some of my venoms inside her to heal the wound. I cleaned my mouth with my wrist and shifted back slowly. The scenario was weird and disturbing. She looked at her palm and was surprised that it had healed. "I guess your mum did not tell you everything about us," I said. She just scoffed a laugh while examining her palm. "Why aren't you afraid of me?" I demanded. "Because what I feel for you is greater than the weight of your secret," she said, shifting closer to me. "No, no. This doesn't seem right", I said." I'm a monster. We can't be together". "I don't care about that, Desmond; every inch of my body is longing for you," she said, rising and moving closer to me. "But what about the Mayor's rule?" I asked again. "I don't care either." By this time, her lips were an inch away from mine. She looked into my eyes once last time. I could hear the sound of her heartbeat. It was pounding hard against her chest. She placed her lips on