A/N i hope your ready for vampires, immortal demons, friendship gained and friendship lost. The life of Marshall lee is a winding one. Fraught with... Uhh... Danger. And stuff. Here there be monsters. A penny saved is a penny earned. I once sat on a two legged chair. Ohh just read the damn chapter.

CH.1 A kings rise

Marshall lee the vampire king. Yeah, he liked the sound of that. It was the year 202 AMW or, "after mushroom war" as most denizens that shared the planet known as earth call it. He knew it was the year 202 because he was only 209 years old now. Very young by vampire standards. That would basically make him a fresh faced teenager. But having the lord of the night-o-sphere as a mother came in handy, from time to time. Its thanks to her I have this power. This need for violence.

It wasn't only the humans that were almost killed off from their arrogance. But vampires are made from tougher stuff. Where 98% of the human race was extinguished, vampires only lost about half their numbers. 6,000 vampires left in the world. Marshall lee the vampire king smiles. That smile might have come from the blood splattered across his torso and hands. Maybe it was from the thought of his new reign effective immediately. Either way, it was downright disturbing when he started laughing. Posed over the old lord of the nights corpse, covered in blood, he was terrible in his power. The coliseum was silent except for Marshall's insane laughing. Then, one by one, as Marshall swept his blood red eyes over his fellow vampires, they bent at the knee. Ready to serve their new master. Willingly or not, he was their king, sovereign, and last word on all matters. And so began the darkest 100 years in vampire history. Marshall had plans. He would enslave the last of the human race. Claim dominance over all sentient life. Then he would march on the night-o-sphere.

YEAR 432

"My lord, i have the daily report, a pack of humans have escaped their enclosure. Also, we have found no less than 3 spies in the castle over a fortnight. Two have confessed under duress of torture they work for Eric, your rival for the throne. The last spy spontaneously com-busted when caught. We believe he was from the night-o-sphere." Thomas said in a droll. Being an imp and forced Into service under a boy in his eyes he found it difficult to care. Then again, most imps cared little either way.

Marshall lee sat upon his gothic throne of black obsidian. When one looked closely to the groves in his chair you'd find faces chiseled there all across it. Ranging from grotesque, angry or pure ecstasy. Marshall himself was clad in a black t-shirt and jeans. An old rock band now lost to memory plastered across his torso. Chains on his wrists and hanging down from his jeans clanked across his throne as he moved. Marshall lee was having a bad day. Hell a bad century. He bit off more than he could chew with this job. Humans proved to be resourceful, spiteful creatures. It wasn't like he made them wear rags anymore. Or eat gruel. Hell he even laughed and allowed them to form a committee. A committee! To negotiate for better living conditions. The other vampires saw this as a weakness. So of course, they began revolting. Well, one in particular. Eric. The bastard. Heh... literally, seeing as he was the son and progeny of the late queen of the night with no father to speak of. And the night-o-sphere. Damn that mother of mine. Shes being playing this game for an eon. Putting my crumbling empire to shame.

Marshall lee the vampire king sighs heavily and gets up to start walking down the giant cathedral sized throne room. Thomas the imp bows and follows at a respectful distance. He may be a kid. But he has power. And that's the only authority demons respect.

"Let the ungrateful humans go. They're gonna die out in the waste land they created anyways." i say waving a hand. whatever. we have enough humans now anyways.

Thomas clicks his tongue and strikes a check mark on a long parchment.

"And the spies?" He drolls

"Kill the two. Did we get Eric's location from them?" Marshall asks hopefully. it would be nice to finally dispose of the jerk.

"No sir. They prove to be quite loyal to him" Thomas says rolling his eyes. loyalty is so lost on imps.

Damn Eric. And damn his crusade. Have I not been fair? Have I not made sure all vampires have blood to drink by containing the humans and breeding them? Have I not settled disputes in the vampire way? With strength and skill and dominance? the worst part, The thing I can't stand the most, the boredom. Holy hell was it boring being king sometimes. Yeah I get to roar and smash a skull every now and then, sometimes I slip out for a few days and fly. But all the decrees, the ballroom dancing, and the god awful music. The traditionalist way of these vampires is suffocating. Some of them, the younger generations, see me as the kick-ass king that I am. They follow with a fever to please their new king. As all should. But the older ones, hidden behind sweet words is always a sneer. Every gesture an insult to my reign. They follow, but only because they fear me. There's no loyalty.

"Why Marshall, so nice to see you in the gardens" the softest female voice purrs from behind a blue rose bush.

I hadn't even realized I left the castle walls.

"Natasha, should I quit this game I'm playing?"

I say towards the rose bush. Natasha was a succubus, and a damn fine one. I know, I've had her. She was one of my few confidants. A couple hundred years older than me, she knew every vampire, imp, and demon in my realm. Such was her job after all, she was my master of spies.

"No, well, if you want too I suppose. You've done a decent job. Not the best, but decent. " Natasha says coming around the rose bush.

My eyes roam for a split second. Hey, I'm a man before I'm a king right? You try to ignore a red headed vixen with piercing steely gray eyes, a perfect D bust, and hips and strut that stops hearts. Or starts hearts? Ohh god shes wearing the red dress with the low cut I like.

"Marshall? Eyes up here bud, were talking right now, time enough for that later. " the purr from her voice dropping, replaced with a more down to earth feel.

"Right... well you think that stuffy idiot queen could have done a better job? She was a decadent slob." I reply firmly planting my eyes on hers... mostly.

"You mean like the rest of your race?" She laughs.

My eyes blaze red for a second before going back to black. She flinches but doesn't retract her comment. Damn her but its true.

"She was just going to let us stay in obscurity, The hell with that. What's to hide from now? Humans? Their food! A scarce commodity now a days I might add." i scoff. seriously, what a load of crap. the humans would have all died off from the harsh conditions of the planet without our help. sure for the first hundred years they were slaves. but its different now. they have homes and families and semi-government. we help give them food and shelter, we take a few blood donations, everybody goes home happy. why change a good thing?

"your a fool if you think the humans will accept this forever. you weren't old enough to remember, but humans are tenacious bastards. they outnumbered us 10,000 to 1. and as you've seen we've gained what? 30 new vampires in the last 100 years? while the humans have tripled in numbers in that time. " she says leaning over slowly to snip a rose growing to far upwards from the bush. she looks at the rose pointedly then back to me eyebrows raised.

"so what? you want me to cull a few hundred of them? that'll just piss them off. lead to more human revolts. more vampires questioning my reign. then some of the more upitty vamps would go on a feeding frenzy. nah, that's a downward spiral i'll happily avoid. " i sigh waving my hand. i start rubbing my temples. who ever coined "its good to be king" never had to deal with this crap.

"hey Marshall, Nats, i thought i smelled sweat, shame and desperation" a voice says hovering somewhere above me.

"get down here virgin" Natasha says. emphasis on virgin.

" VIRGIL, you damned git." a blue skinned vampire says floating downwards. wearing a blood red hoodie and skinny jeans with old school kicks. Virgil was my first friend since i became a vampire. it never really translated for him. friend to liege-lord. but i let it slide. hell i wish i had 10 more like him.

"Marshall's thinking about quitting his job Virgil." Nat says lightly returning to her roses.

"whaaat? seriously dude? but your king! its all kinda downhill from there right? i mean what? you gonna go on to become a mailman?" Virgil says grinning like a fool.

i groan loudly and sit down on the walkway.

ahh… screw all these problems. I'm gonna go play my guitar. you know what? screw the night-o-sphere too. I'm over the fry thing anyways.

i jump up making my mind on a spit second. "Natasha, I'm tired of dealing with my mothers spies and terrorists. send an emissary to the night-o-sphere. write up a formal contract in triplicate. get with some of the few traditionalists that follow me to help. they love that kinda stuff, just like my mother. and Natasha? send a boy toy. that ought to help the negotiations." i say walking back to my large castle, with my emperor sized room, with a fireplace embedded with gems…. sigh… i hate this place.

And that is the basis for my story! Did ya like it? I hope so. Tell me what ya think with a review!

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Can marshall lee keep his newly formed kingdom intact? Will this mysterious Eric prove to be his undoing? Can a vampire comfortably eat a hot-dog with their fangs? Do you care? How the hell should i know! Read next weeks exciting adventure of (deep voice) The Life of Marshall Lee the vampire King!