THE APEX PREDATOR [PRT.01]

|Cicada Woods|

An underaged child runs into the woods, chasing after his runaway ball. His mom kept calling out to him but he refused to yield to her calling.

"Richard!...", the sound of his wailing mother came again but the underaged child turned deaf ears to her calling and still chased after the ball.

Cicada Woods. The land mark of New York's residential area. Known to be dominated by the supernatural monsters of the night. Werewolves, Vampires, Hybrid creatures. Bloodthirsty beast that the government had no power over.

Tourists who visited never returned alive. Their bodies vanished like the wind. Now, near the woods; a small camp was held, hosting mostly a mother and her child.

The child went out playing with his ball but now, it leads him to the depths of the woods. Into the den of the the monsters of the night!.

"Richard!... my son stop!.", she shouted again but he didn't listen. He was nearly out of sight and the wind grew stronger by the minute. "Rich--!"

She paused, she a heard snarl ...if she wasn't mistaken they were many , her hearings seemed way more enhanced, far better than humane hearing. Abruptly, "Richard!."

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The ball stops rolling with the innocent lad coming towards it. His adorable face inundated on the ball, he drew closer and squats to pick it up. Then, a droplet of a red liquid drops on it, tainting his hands that caressed the ball gently.

He showed no reaction to it but he stood up slowly observing the liquid. He sort to look up to the where the blood drilled from. Looking up , his brownish eye balls meets a bat, a black one with two crimson diabolic eyes piercing through the night, glaring at the child who looked at it as nothing.

Fear hunts the child, the lad results to moving back, taking two steps back from his former position; the dead seeking eyes followed him and immediately he gained enough utility...

His legs takes him on an hiatus journey , running incredibly faster than he ran before. Sure he was an underage , perhaps seven or below but he wasn't to dumb to stand at the face of death.

He kept the ball with him and still pushed his speed upwards.

His mom, still standing were she was. Stressed, unable to do anything. She sighted her son coming towards her with immense speed. She looked ahead of him to see why he was running.

"A bat?!", the mom muttered. Her eyes widened when she looked closer. It wasn't a normal bat, she could tell from the demonic eyes it held. Her heart raced, it drummed! she still heard snarls coming from both sides.

"Mom!.", he yelped reaching her. Hugging her tightly. "Mummy!!... am scared!."

She quickly carried him, her own marathon shortly starts but she wasn't fast enough to escape the woods that she knew, if the monsters of the night were actually real then her chances of survival were fatal!.

Raar!!

The bat dived at them from behind with it wings flapping nonstop. She was close, not to close but from her perspective she was still a little bit fat from escaping the bat!

Swift!

The bat bolted passed her and inundated the entrance morphing into the a figure clad in an all black outfit. His burned crimson, his hair waxed down to the back of his neck. His white pale skin blended with the moonlight. His stance intimidates the woman making her halt, flinching back.

Her heart banging against her chest. What more could she do? fear hunted her and it succeeded in grabbing her with no remorse. The figure walked towards her , exposing his fangs. His fingers extending into razor sharp claws.

'It the count... oh no.', she looked around , were would she run to? the fog that covered the whole area made her vision hazy, one moment she couldn't see the count , another moment see him; drawing closer and closer... she gasped, backing away as he slowly moved closer to her, snarling. Cracking it neck.

Her back makes contact with something, behind her she felt her back embraced, a woman... she could tell by the body contact. Her mind unable to process how she was going to escape, her son held on to her tightly.

A female count staged behind her. Her fangs protracted.

"Please... please let me go.", Her body shivering immensely as the count himself drew closer.

"Don't worry...it gonna be okayyyy.", he lied with his screech tone. "Just...", touching her cheek. "Let go."

"Nosferatu!" , a voice crawled into the arena catching the two vampires attention. "Come feed on me!."

A shadow escapes the fog , a masculine figure stood in the fog. Majestically heading out of it now to the open field the vampires were. They retaliated immediately they got lucid grab on his identity.

"You... always ruining out supper! go get your own meat!.", the count angrily held her the woman head ignoring the fact that the infamous Drake Blair; descendant of the originals, the apex predators! was before him. The woman winched on the grab but her terrified son , she held tightly.

"Let the woman go Fhill... cicada woods ain't your territory. It my territory... get it?"

"Am not scared of you anymore... she's mine!."

Drake smirked, a wide grin came up on his face. Dressed in a black armory wear , merged with his skin; graved with crimson runes all over it.  "...One."

"Let her go Fhill!... ", the female vampire warned stepping away from the woman.

"Two...", he twisted his neck , cracking his knuckles.

"Don't be scared... everything about were just mere stories...", he smiled wickedly at the woman , opening up his dirty mouth with his fangs preparing to feed it way through her neck.

"Three...", he gave sigh and triggers his white irises before it escalates throughout his eye sockets. "...Nosferatu, I warned you."

Immediately, he rushes his fangs into her neck but instead if biting through his entire system breaks down and his whole body turns more pale. Fhill felt his existence burning immeasurably! like a million miniature suns overloaded him! he snapped out ,falling backwards like he was shot.

"Fhill!", the girl yelped in pity.

"You'll be joining him too so don't worry.", his voice circulated her drums. She freezes immediately, feeling his aura behind her, abruptly... her head flung of her body! and her whole body cracked , breaking down completely! her whole corpse was nothing but a sandhill.

Phill on the other hand laid dead. Drake walked passed the horrified woman towards Phill. "Have no fear, he's dead... just a little soul annihilation. His corpse remains but his soul is no more."

He stepped on him causing the corpses to transmutate into ashes.

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