I've been here for a very long time. I've been here for over a thousand years, and lately everything feels like a viscous cycle on repeat. I need to start packing. Things are beginning to get old. Time seems to keep changing, but the people never do.

Not even the flings I've been out with. Maybe it's because I keep picking the same type of people. Egotistical dumb bastards with their heads so far up their asses, my shoes wouldn't be able to pass through. I mean don't get me wrong I've been call an egotistic dick as well.

Doesn't mean you need to judge me on it either. It just means it's true on what they say. Pretty people go for equally pretty people, no matter what personality they have. Hell, that goes for a lot of people, but then again, it doesn't go for everybody. Maybe that's just in my world. And yes I mean my mind. Not some alternate universe. Sure some of my past lovers weren't so bad. I had a few great ones too. It's why I'm heading back to my hometown.

Well, my second hometown. I won't mention much about my second hometown. It's unnecessary. Especially when I can choose to live where ever I want with a simple name change, and attitude. It's funny how dense most people can be. It's why I try waiting until they die; though that doesn't seem to work anymore. Not with all this new technology.

That's why you gotta find trustworthy people. And trust me, that not easy to come by. You could say I'm not one of those people. What? Did you really expect me to be trustworthy? Well, you were wrong. You really shouldn't trust anything I say.

Lying is what I do for a living. Now back to the subject at hand, my second hometown. Well, the only thing you need to know is that it's where my friends are. The people I trust the most. At least I hope so.

Anyway, my real home is in the Nightosphere. It's ruled by my father, Hunson Abadeer, whom is consumed with chaotic evil. All he really does in his time of leadership, if you can call it that, is suck the souls out of the unlucky bastards who were brave enough to walk up to him. I never really understood how the creatures inside the Nightosphere could continue to ask for his help.

He never does. It's like they are asking for death with brutality. I hate going there. Just being there makes me wanna die. He keeps asking me to take his place on the throne, but I will always decline. One day he'll just demand, and who am I, but his son.

I guess having the Ward confirm me as the new Vampire King means nothing. I mean I did kill the previous Vampire King; would it really be hard to defeat a powerful demon.

Maybe if I was able to snatch that stupid pendant off his neck, I might have a chance. In all honesty, I don't think I would be able to go through with it. Somewhere deep down in my heart, I still love my father.

I don't have many belongings here. I keep them at my other house. Well, more like a mini etiquette mansion; though I do have a house in the same town. Except its occupied by my good friend Fionna, and her roommate Jake. She's somewhat of a tomboy, something I don't find very attractive. I'm not very sure what's been up with them lately. I think I'll go and make a surprise visit.

The only good thing about Malbury is the Kandy Kingdom Co. Apparently the technology is so good, it's sweet. Whatever the hell that means. I'm only looking for one person in particular. I don't know if he'll ever forgive me. I bet he's happy as hell our relationship ended platonic, leaving me unfulfilled and very unsatisfied.

I just wanna see how he has been as well. I hear he and Fiona are close. I wonder if she still has a crush on him. She tends to fall easily. Poor girl. I grab my Axe bass and strap it around my neck. This is my most prized possession. I take it everywhere I go. And I don't give a fuck what people think about it. I toss my clothing in to a huge duffle bag, along with some precious photos.

After getting all my necessities from my bedroom. I make my way down stairs. Coming into the kitchen I grab me an apple from the table, and grab my black hoodie from the back of a chair. As I walk towards the front door, I press my con-link button, placed behind my ear, and call Jeffrey.

"Yes, Master Margery," a board clip tone sounds through my head.

"Bring the car to the front Jeffrey," I said as I grabbed a few papers from the table near the front door. Before walking out the door I set the security code and make sure all the doors are lock. I double check by using my con-link making sure everything is in order. Finalizing that everything is very much well, I place my password to make sure the codes are unbreakable from hackers. I exit the door, hearing it close soundly behind me as the bolts lock into place.

A long, stretched, black sleek limo pulls up on to the path. Hopping in the backseat, I roll my eyes at Jeffrey. Pathetic thing may be new, but I expected better from him. I mean his father did work for me for a very long time. You would think he would pick something up.

"Jeffrey you're supposed to open the door for me. Have you learned nothing?"

"Sorry Sir. I was told by my father you didn't like people opening the doors for you," he says questioningly.

"I'm sure he also informed you, though I do not like you opening my door, it's only right you do it anyway. Why the hell do you think you get paid? What if I had company? Damn, rude is what that would of been. They would tell me to fire you on the spot," I huff. "Now, take me to the transportation shuttles. I've got places to be."

"Right away Sir."

As we pull up towards the space shuttles. I begin to take the papers I had out, and quickly scan them as Jeffrey walks around the car. When the door opens I step out and look into Jeffrey's big brown eyes. I hand the papers to him as I explain them.

"This won't be a short trip Dev," I say using his first name. "You have two options. Go to the Porters with my recommendation, or take your check and go wherever the hell you want and live your life. Before you choose, remember you are not your father," I say as I held out both hands with each paper for his choosing. He takes the check.

"Smart man," I smirk. "You have your mothers spirit," as begin walking away from him. His confusion did not go unnoticed. "Have a nice life, Jeffrey."

Knowing he's too shocked to respond, I enter the transportation building. Walking to the front desk I state my name and request a newer model, knowing I can afford it. I order the colors in black and red. Not to mention there's no tires, and the only window is a dark tinted glass on the top. Hopping in to the sleek black leather seats, I punched in the coordinates.

The car begins to hover above the ground before turning in to an underground glass tunnel. The tunnel is dark, except for the lights on other vehicles and the wannabe stars on the outside of the glass. Not as extravagant as the north tunnel; especially since the farther you go the dimmer the lights become. Then poof no more lights.

Turning on my playlist, I recline my seat back and relax. I Marshall Lee Abadeer, is finally on my way home. I just hope home is ready for me. I'm sick of drama. It never seems to escape me.