(Before we start this story, I want to forewarn you that there is Mature language and situations, there will be sex and if you dont like Male on Male situations then please feel free to hit that little X in the right side corner of your screen. Sex, Drugs, Violence, and Always Money! SOme of the situations within this book will be rather graphic so if you are weak in the stomach area, be careful! Also, This story has a tendency to switch between Point of Views, as well as how the narration is done. Review away! I accept all good and bad comments with a heart of gold and a fuck you if it's irrationally bad :P Thank you for taking the time to read it!)

There was a time when I thought we were all Human and there were no Vampires, Werewolves, Fairies, the whole sha-bang… Well, obviously I was completely wrong hence why there's a vampire with her dirty little fangs attached to my arm trying to drain me dry. And its working. I don't quite remember how I got to this place in my life, living as a blood doll to one of the many Vampire kings. No the little she Vamp, whore is not the King, she's just one of his service women, if you know what I mean. Wink Wink, Poke Poke. Actually, I am pretty sure she is jealous of the fact that the King uses me more than he does her. I don't know, I could be wrong. All I know is that in about, oh a minute or two the King himself is going to come in here looking for his fix only to find my almost dead body dangling in the hands of slut number five.

"What, are you, doing?" Ah, there's that loveable voice of his. Let us peel these eyes open and see what we he is wearing today. ….Or not, cant seem to get them open. Oh Sleep, sleep might be good.

Hmmm, Perhaps I am getting a little ahead of myself. Allow me to introduce who I am exactly. The name is Cian Oiche, Born and raised in Ireland, but due to some unsavory situations I moved to Seattle Washington when I was about 15 years old. That was about 10 years ago, seeing how I am 25 now. In Ireland things weren't as open as they are in the US. Vampires never went around during the night time and showing off their fangs. Werewolves never waltzed into bars and sniffed some poor womans crotch in public. And you never heard of someone getting hijacked by a bouncing little Pixie because they snorted some dust! Ireland was much more peaceful then the US. Oh how I miss it.

Perhaps you are wondering about something but, yes. I am infact one of those that are considered of the Male population, which is apparently dwindling now days. Male humans that is. There are plenty of Supernatural Men, in fact, if you look over there, yep, right there behind the dumpster and near the wall of the bar you will see two glorious male specimens sucking eachother off. By the looks of it they are probably wolves.. Fuck if I know.

Shit, where was I?

Oh Right! I was telling you a little about myself, alright. We've got the name down, Cian Oiche, Age, 25, sexual Identity, Male. We even have where I live now and where I used to live… Is there anything else? Well, if there is you will figure it out when I tell you about how I ended up dieing in the arms of a Vampire Whore, not degrading that is just what she is, she is paid for giving herself to the King you know. I am not just being a Twat!

Gah! You guys are just distracting! Shame on you!

It all started about 7 years ago, I was 18 years old and had found my way into one of the most successful Night clubs around…

(Ill be adding two more Chapters next week! Thank you for reading and please please please, review, like and favorite the beginnings of Cians journeys :))