CHAPTER 7

(BILL'S P.O.V)

It was Saturday night around nine pm, when I heard my doorbell buzz. I grimaced as I headed for the door knowing very well who that was. My grimace instantly switched to a smile, as I opened the door to greet the one and only Russell Edgington. "You're looking well," Russell greeted sidestepping me and entered my home boldly. "Thank you," I responded, closing the front door. "I take it your travel was comfortable?," I casually asked as we strolled into the living room. I had two wine glasses of blood sitting there on the coffee table. I neither liked or trusted Russell. Personally I found him to be a disgusting individual, and a bully at best. Naturally I wouldn't have such a repulsive creature in my house, but I couldn't decline if I wanted to.

For starters, if I had declined Russell would retaliate, and given he's a three thousand year old vampire, and I was a hundred years old I didn't stand a chance. As we took a seat, my mind drifted back to the rumors about Russell coming to Bon Temp. Specifically him collecting a package that is supposed to be dropped off here. Personally I felt the rumors about the medallion were indeed false. Russell was too egotistical when it came to showing off a medallion as such. "You're going to lose your shit once I reveal to you what I have acquired," Russell said, barely able to contain his excitement. "So the rumors I've been hearing are true?," I asked calmly putting down my empty wine glass.

"You want to know why I chose you to be the first," Russell gloated. Inwardly I was fuming and very tempted to stake him right then and there. "I want you to bear witness, as the youngest vampire king to watch me acquire greatness; to walk in the daylight." Suddenly I was not only pissed but very uncomfortable. Now that Russell had confirmed the rumors were true, I was not buying his narcissistic explanation of why he wanted me to witness him walking during the day. Suddenly the doorbell rang, and before I could get up, Russell used his vampire powers and rushed to the door. "Ah," Russell says as he takes the package from the delivery man. "Seems like my package has arrived," he responds grinning like a kid on Christmas morning, as he looks back at me. I forced a friendly smile on my face, wondering how the hell I was gonna get out of this mess…

(MARIO'S P.O.V)

I shut off the vacuum, as my stomach growled from hunger. I glanced at the living room clock to see it was nine fifteen pm. The vacuuming was the last of my household chores, since I was busy doing repairs at Ms Lettie Mae's house. While putting away the vacuum, I suddenly heard the sound of glass shattering. I froze for a moment in surprise.

Who the fuck was in my house?!

I thought angrily, as I silently went into the kitchen. I scanned the kitchen to see it was spotless and empty as I left it. I then headed to the basement, which was next to the kitchen, to discover pieces of broken glass left on the steps.

"Oh hell no…" I mumbled angrily, as I pulled out my semi-automatic from my back pocket, and silently avoided the broken glass that was on each step. Whoever was in here, was gonna know what lead tasted like, when I found them. They not only broke in, but were drinking my expensive alcohol from my wine cellar, which is where I was heading now.

My basement had a side door, which led into my large wine cellar. I approached the wine cellar door that was slightly ajar, as I heard another glass bottle shatter. I silently pushed the door open, to see a little person whose back was turned to me, as he downed a bottle of Grand Cru 1990. The little person froze at the sound of my semi-automatic being cocked, and felt the barrel at his head. "You got two seconds to identify yourself," I growled in anger. "I'm a Clurichaun," he hiccuped as he slurred his words, while he turned to face me. My eyes widened, as I took in his appearance then I asked "You're… you're not human are you?." "No," he giggled. "I told you I'm a Clurichaun. A cousin to a fae and a leprechaun." I lowered my gun, realizing he was no threat to me, but still annoyed he had raided my wine cellar.

"I apologize young man if I raided your wine cellar, you have excellent taste by the way. I'm so sorry however I'm willing to give you anything you ask for." "Now that's more like it," I suddenly grinned knowing exactly what to ask for…