The Alpha Vampire

It is hard to say who has grown wider with the shock in their eyes. I seem to have forgotten how rather intimidating this man is. Yet, I shall go as far as saying that he is goddamn scary. But yet, if I look at the expression on his face, it is me that he finds rather scared of himself.

Though he does continue to make me feel rather increasingly small, “What are you doing on my territory?”

“My dear Samuel, you seem to forget whose city you find yourself in, now the only thing that you own is your ass.”

I watch as he furrows his brows and adjusts his pants where I am assuming he is hiding his gun, “Did you come here to insult me?”

“No, I came here to talk to you man-to-man about a certain Book that I believe you hold.”

He bursts out in a fit of uncontrollable laughter that only but winds me up again, yet, I let it go and wait for him to get whatever he seems to find so amusing of his chest.

Then he continues, “Yes, about that. I have been hearing that you are seeking for this legacy of yours. Well, I say it is just a bunch of horse shit.”

Something in me snaps, and I am on the edge of falling into that abyss of anger, but I compose myself and continue to answer, “Then your horse shit shall not mind handing the Book over.”

“Like that is going to happen.”

I only take but a deep breath and count from three…two… one, “Can we discuss this like civilized men in your home. I do not wish to stand and have an argument with you on your doorstep.”

He reluctantly shows for me to enter, taking me through one rather big and lavish lounge furnished in all but white. Well, that is truly the dullest thing I have ever seen and rather sore on the eye. Yet, the bar where we find our final destination does get more than one glance from me. The man does have one impressive collection of whiskey.

And so he offers, and I will humbly accept in the hope that he will not be poisoning me today. Once we both have a chilled glass in hand, we take a seat opposite from each other.

“So,” he begins. “Let me get this straight. You have a nerve showing your face here, and you wish to discuss me giving you the Book of Destiny.”

“Well, if you have to put it so pleasantly. Yes. I am here to tell you that I want the Book of Destiny.”

I watch as there is a flare-up of what I can only assume is irritation and maybe a bit of anger on his face. “You are telling me?”

“Yes, Samuel, that is what I said. You will give me the Book of Destiny.”

Now, if I thought that talking to him like a gentleman is going to get me anywhere, I am sadly mistaken, for he immediately takes a hostile stance. He always used to be a hothead, and he has not yet outgrown to urge to throw a fit. I guess that we have come to that point where things are now going to become ugly.

“Lucas, you can screw yourself. The Book belongs with me.”

“Well, Samuel, you can go fuck yourself. I came here for the Book, and I shall take it.”

He smirks at me as he tosses his shot of whiskey to the back of his throat, “That is not going to happen.”

“I am afraid that it is.”

“Well, you are thinking wrong, my friend. Now, do you think that because you are Vampire Master that you can come to my home and tell me what to do? Do you think that you can come in here and demand things from me?”

“I don’t think, Samuel. I know.” I take a sip of the chilled whiskey and place my glass on the table. “I am telling you that you will give me the Book.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then you will see what happens.”

He stands up to fetch the bottle of whiskey and pour us both another shot; while he is away from the table, I slip my hands into the back of my pants and grip firmly onto my gun. Just before he makes his way back, I slide it and place it under my jacket that is lying next to me on the table.

As he sits down, I can see that his face has grown with more anger than it held before. Well, I guess he cannot control his either, and mine is just about to snap. But I am not here to cause a problem, and most of all not even start one, though as he continues.

“This is how it is going to work, Lucas. You are going to finish that glass of whiskey; then after that, you will get in your car and go home back to that bitch of yours.”

And that is me; all restraint that I was holding together rips loose by the seams, “You. Do. Not. Call. My. Wife. A. Bitch.”

And in an instant, I have slipped my hand underneath my jacket and am holding a Ruger firmly pointed at Samuel Colt’s face. Yes, perhaps I lied. I came here with the full intention to show him that I mean what I am saying. And it gives me great satisfaction to see the terror that has now crept into his eyes. But it is only short-lived, for next, I have those two men coming towards the table.

“If I were you,” I turn to face them one by one, “You would not come any closer. I will blow his fucking brains on this table before you even blink an inch of a second.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

From behind me, I hear as Roberto whispers something which I cannot hear, but soon behind him, Damien arms himself as well, firmly pointing his gun in the direction of the other two men. With only but a slight grunt, I hear Roberto soon clear his voice and move inches forward to the same men.

Then after what seems a good five minutes, Samuel finds his voice to speak again, “You are playing a dangerous game, Lucas.”

“Nobody calls my wife a bitch. Least of all you. Now,” I lift my gun but an inch higher to line it perfectly with his temple, “You will hand the Book of Destiny over to me.”

“You,” in what seems to be a very slow five seconds, Samuel reaches for his own piece, and yes, it has to be a Colt, but he aims it straight at my forehead, hoping to catch me fumble, yet he does not know that I am far fucking better than he is. As he sees that I am not moving, he starts to speak again, “You have made a big mistake coming here.”

“No,” I shake my head at him and raise my voice. “You have made a mistake not taking what I have asked you into consideration.”

I keep eyes level and stare him down, waiting for him to falter, though he holds his gun firmly, so I only but take mine and move it to him even closer. It seems that only one of us will see the end of the day. I have taken that step and walked straight over that line without even blinking. I have said this before, and I will continue to repeat it. I am the Vampire Master, and nobody shall disrespect my wife or me. And to add to that, I will get what I want.

And perhaps I should repeat it to this man that seems to be as thick as a fucking doornail, “I am not asking you again, Samuel, you will hand over that Book.”

Then there is a shatter as the glass tumbles to the floor. I watch as Samuel rise from his seat, and from behind him, the two men come closer. I take a firm stance.

“You are not leaving alive here. You just made your biggest mistake.”