He was watching the end of the small dark street when they appeared, just behind the old, faded curtains of a small shop. A malicious grin settled across his mouth. Like taking candy from a baby….He said a soft as a deadly whisper. The grin was etched with the knowledge of what it took to get to this point.
The spells were cast, and they worked, forcing them to take an alternative route. It was something he was not accustomed to using. Magic…he felt nauseum building in the dark pit of his belly. he'd heard of Magicians, spell castors and mages…but never worked with them…he preferred the old ways. The way of the warrior. Ripping and tearing his prey apart. Burying his fangs in their throat, listening to the last of their breath leaving their bodies…he loved the way his body reacted. The hot rush of his blood through his veins. The large erection rising in his pants. He'd loom over them, forcing them against him, savoring the moment…until he soiled himself. But this was different. He needed the magic to get on to this Island to do the job he and the others were hired to do.
Who knows…if the spell lasts long enough maybe he could still enjoy the moment, he chuckled deep down in his throat, put his hand between his legs and felt himself throb….Worth the price, he thought, thinking little of the four others who arrived with him.
They'd arrived near the setting of the sun and watched across the cold dark waters of the harbor, drifting in a small unsuspecting fishing boat. The sun had just dropped behind the horizon, and the harbor lights let out an eerie glow casting its reflection across the waves. The smell of the salt air lingered in his nose and mouth. Each of them slipped over the edge into the dark waters, leaving nothing behind except for the three mutilated bodies of the fishermen.
He let out a curse underneath his breath. realizing their folly. They didn't consider the direction of the wind. A fatal flaw to their plan. The currents would take the boat out to sea. But the wind, had other ideas, it rushed towards the port, carrying the smell of blood. It was as if nature itself was against them. The cold chill of the ocean stung him to his bones. He shivered at the thought of the cold saltwater seeping into his mouth, eyes, and nose.
They swam in different directions, the others towards the darker shores with barely any light. And he swam towards the port. Crawling up thick metal chain of transport ship over and onto the deck. It was then he caught the sound of alarms. Weapons fire, and quick movements along the city shadows. He didn't bother, rushing to their aid. He had his own mission. And working as a team wasn't a prerogative.
He left the ship, wearing the dry slightly bloodied uniform of a deckhand…a human. The kill was quick. A quick snap of the neck. No time to feed. The wind had already betrayed them. Another curse under his breath. He hid the naked body in a lifeboat. stood on the deck by the lifeboat closed his eyes and chanted under his breath. He'd memorized the words of the spell that had been cast by the ones who hired him. other Spells had been cast on him so that he could see where to go. A small thin red line appeared before his eyes and rolled through the back streets, the alleys and yes even the main streets. And he made it.
It was a small old shop, selling cigarettes, liquor, and lottery tickets. And a few knickknacks. The inside was cramped, room enough for two but for someone his size it was very cramped. He squatted down facing the wooden opening that acted as a way of customer interaction. They would request items and the person inside would supply those items and take the money. He slipped his finger between two old and faded curtains, peered out like a predator waiting for prey.
He didn't think of the others… They were dead. So, he didn't care. He knew all breed were banned from Japan. Laws had been passed, restrictions place on all traveler. UV lights were installed at all airports and other entrances. UV rays were deadly to breed. And to Vampires. But the Vampires of Japan supported the changes. They'd lost many friends and families to the breed. And they wouldn't have it any other way. Hatred for his kind was well nourished in the blood of Japanese vampires, wolves and humans who'd been killed during that first night. When the breed vampires hiding in shipping containers burst out into the shipyards, killing everyone, and spreading across the cities across the world. Chaos would ensue. Economies would fall and the World would know of the Breed.
He'd gone Poland, with other breed, bursting out of a shipping container driven by hunger, rage, and bloodlust. Tearing apart humans that crossed their path. Then police and the military and spreading farther out across the city. Every man, woman and child, who couldn't find a place to hide, did not survive their rage. The cities stank of decay, blood and filth. They raped, murdered, and ravaged and consumed. The people fled the cities and the breed followed. Storming the towns and farther out into the wilderness. Until they reached the mountains.
He remembered the stories from other breed running for their lives. Told of others rising and slaughtering them. Wolves of great size, vampires humans at the foot of the mountains. A nation called the Four Kingdoms.
Cowards, he thought, cowards.
He'd gone against a few of these vampires and dispatch them with relatively ease. Cowards… Still calling them that, even as the decades passed. The word living on the tip of his tongue, even as he watched the people passing them by. Vampires… Weak and civilized. he couldn't tell the difference between human and vampire. Unless he was close and could smell the difference.. Cowards…
He saw them appear.
A tall redheaded and a small blonde vampire. The spell made them careless. He didn't care. They told him to kill the tall redhead and anyone else with her. And they would keep their promises. They were dressed in black leather from head to toe. Walking down the street as if they didn't have a care in the world. The tall redhead was paying more attention to the little bag in her hand than her surroundings. He slowly shook his head, his hand still between his thighs squeezed himself a little tighter. He ran his thick tongue over his mouth. The anticipation growing, fingers tingling the closer they came… His massive chest swelled. taking a deep breath, his large muscular body tensed.
Closer…
The small blonde said something to the tall redheaded. She's turned around and slowed both readied themselves.
Oh well… Why bother… He thought… still peeking through the old, faded curtains.
A quiver of adrenaline burned through his veins as he caught the little blonde's eyes. Dark and cold as an abyss but there was a smile on her face. That told him everything. She slowly moved in front of the redhead, crouched. So easy gently pulling his finger away, letting the faded curtains fall. So, fucking easy… He crouched, like a running back ready to take the ball. Two minutes and I'm gone…burst through the thin wooden frame with a small shop.