The Beginning
The name's Rae, hell I'm as bad as they come. Live amongst humans by day, hunt at night, leaving a bloodbath whereever I roam, but things aren't like they used to be anymore...for our master Atreyu is being hunted along with the rest of us.See we have devised a plan for us predators to take over the world, no humans remain, no Cravens, and Naturals be forced to turn into vicious Predators but apparently Draken doesn't like that idea.
Draken is trying to destroy us all...which is quite funny because he used to be a predator himself, but now has turned into nothing more than a natural...drinking rations that are delivered to him rather then take someone's life. His plan is to stop us from doing that and destroying the dhampir Reylear, who we believe will turn against his kind and kill all vampires for he has already started killing. So it's a fight to our deaths...a bloodbath...the war of Atreyu begins!
Where the hell is he? My patience was running thin and I was pacing back and forth. Usually he was here by now, but for some reason Jaret was being extremely slow. I had been waiting an hour outside my house. Tonight we were supposed to go meet our leader Atreyu, the lead vampire, our master. He would be furious that we were late...hell he might even cut our rations short. We were having a meeting about how we were gonna recruit more predators like us and bring them all to Death Mountain...already we had over a 1,000 vamps but that was merely not enough to destroy the millions that we wanted to destroy. "Sorry I'm late. I was starving. A boy's gotta eat ya know" Jaret said with a smirk.
"Ok whatever let's just go" I replied, ready to go already. We quickly transported to Death Mountain. As soon as we appeared in front of the gate to open it we were greeted by Atreyu.
"Late are we not?" he said as he dropped his victim on the ground.
"Sorry master" we both said as we bowed our heads and followed him to what we like to call the feeding grounds. I was starving and was loving the fact that I was gonna have me a victim in merely minutes. I could already taste the warm blood going down my throat as I drained it out of their pathetic bodies. I hid behind a tree waiting for the first person to come up the mountain. We got a lot of visitors during the night. People who were curious if what they believed to be an urban legend was true.
CRUNCH. The sound of the leaves rung in my ear. Finally a victim. It was a young boy, about 18, dressed in a football jacket and jeans, very muscular. I couldn't wait to get my hands on him. I jumped from behind the tree, pouncing on him and was about to start feeding upon him when suddenly he hit me, knocking me back. His strength was unbelieveable, but he wasn't a vamp. I would have sensed it. This confused me. I snarled at him and tried to read his mind, but he was forcing me out. Whoever he was he had vamp abilities and I didn't like him...