Alpha Eating Vampires

"What do you mean the wolves are in trouble?" Jon asked me

"I saw them lying on the ground," I told him as he looked at me in disbelief. "I saw them all lying there in their own pools of blood."

"Anything else?" Jon asked as I was seeing the wheels turning in his head.

"Yeah, but it's something that doesn't make any sense," I said as Jon drove the car faster back to the castle. Jon waited for me to tell him, but I was hesitant; how could I tell him that his friend and his pack were going to die at the hands of mere vampires? But they weren't just mere vampires; these vampires were different. "The wolves were killed by vampires."

Jon slammed on the breaks which almost sent me through the wind shield, "What the fuck!"

"Vampires cannot kill an Alpha pack," Jon said.

"Well these did," I said as Jon shook his head.

"Then you lie!" he yelled at me.

"Don't you yell at me!" I yelled back, "I just had this vision. I don't know what it means, but we need to figure it out together if we want to save Macai and everyone else you care about! So stop fucking yelling at me and let's get back to the castle so we can figure this out!" He shut his mouth, put the car in drive, and continued on to the castle.

"Vampires do not kill Alphas," Ben said to me when I told him.

"I understand that, but that's what I saw," I said as I went into my closet and changed. "Jon freaked out on me in the car when I told him."

"I would freak out too if I knew my friend was going to die by a vampire," Ben said as I came out of the closet wearing only underwear and a baggy long sleeved sweater. Ben covered his eyes as I went over to the coffee maker to make a mug of strong coffee. "Couldn't you at least cover your ass?"

"If you don't like it then don't look at it," I joked as I prepared my coffee.

"I'll look at it," Jon said as he entered the room. My happy demeanor disappeared as he stared at me.

Ben got up from his chair and offered him the seat, "Be my guest." Jon patted my brother on the shoulder as he left the room and Jon took his seat. Ben shut the door behind him and I was left with a man whom hours before this moment screamed at me in his car and called me a liar; needless to say I didn't want to see him let alone look at him or speak to him.

"I'm sorry for how I treated you in the car and I'm sorry for yelling at you," Jon said without looking at me. "I was just mad and frustrated and I didn't mean to take it out on you." I remained silent; I didn't trust him, but I appreciated that he apologized to me and he sounded very sincere about it; I poured him a cup of coffee, walked over to him, and handed it to him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," I said as I sat on my bed and drank my coffee.

"Tell me about these vampires," Jon said sipping his coffee.

"These weren't normal vampires," I explained, "they were strong, like someone genetically engineered them to be that way."

"It makes sense," Jon said, "if you feed a vampire baby with Alpha blood they grow a resistance to the blood and that's all they will want. Hence making them stronger."

"Who would do this?" I asked thinking and staring into my coffee until I heard Jon get up from his chair and head over to my bookshelf. He fumbled around looking for a book as I looked at him confused; he found the book and he turned to a page that he had me read. "'As I sat by the bay window atop the highest room in his castle, a child walked in. Her face was almost angelic-like and she spoke with a sweet tone; I asked her name and she said Valeria and that she was not human. I was caught off guard by her statement, but I pressed her and asked what she meant by that. She said she drank Alpha's and at the time I didn't understand what she meant until I ventured down into the basement where I saw over a hundred children feeding on Alpha werewolves. I remained silent as I watched them, but one of them smelled me and the same girl I had seen earlier appeared behind me. I jumped and asked why they were eating a werewolf; she told me it was normal for this to happen. Then I asked the pressing question; I asked her who her parents were and I received the dreaded answer of The Dark Prince.'" I turned the book over and saw the initials B.S. and after a moment of thinking this was a mistake, I suddenly realized who this was. "This was written by Stoker?"

"That is one of many personal journals I have found over the years," Jon told me. I sat astonished; Bram Stoker, the man who wrote the most famous book about Dracula, was suddenly a different person in my eyes. He was telling he truth about what happened in his book which sounded absurd. Jon continued his story about the journals, "My grandfather knew Stoker personally and after every trip he would tell my grandfather about his travels. He told my grandfather that the vampires he encountered were real and that he witnessed terrifying things he wouldn't dare to utter to anyone."

"But Stoker disappeared," I mentioned as Jon shook his head.

"He went back to Bulgaria to visit Dracula, but when he did not return my grandfather grew suspicious and assumed that the vampires had gotten to him which was correct," Jon explained, "but we do not know whether he died of old age or if the vampires got to him. We never found out."

"One thing that still confuses me," I said reading the date on the back of the journal, "this journal was written back in 1854. Is Dracula that old?"

"He is centuries," Jon said, "but I don't believe it's the same Dracula."

Suddenly I became scared. "Um, there are two?"

"No," Jon said. "I believe the current Dracula is related to the old one. I believe this one is his son."