1 His Deciple

There was a man upon the cliff, close to Ninesvien Town, watching the sunset. I thought, at first, he was just some average guy whose just so happened to be here. Until the wind blew towards me and the scent of a brewmeister snake venom, one of the strongest beers whipped me, like a masochist chained in a dark basement owned by a sadistic 'master'.

The suns rays flashed pink, orange, and violet, a gorgeous sunset, but I'd like it a bit more if the Sun would seem like she didn't want to kill me all the time. I could see her reluctance, how she wished she could change the poor drunkard's mind. I could smell his intentions. How he intended to slip off the cliff afterwards. Perhaps he didn't want to hurt Sun's feelings but finally, she slipped slowly away and as he readied himself to fall. I stepped out of the shadows and I sat next to him.

The small town of two thousand and a half was more entertaining then three millennia of slaughter, fake love, misjudgment, and the so-called thirty years of peace. Why is that, now?

"I'mma not givin hanouts so get'erself lost." He snapped at me but didn't look.

"It's a long way down," I said to him.

"So..." He replied with a snap.

"I could give you a better death less painful at least." I looked at him and stroked his hair gently. I tried to know everything about my prey before the slaughter. Even if he 'rejects' my offer I'll still get what I want. He smacked my hand away, turning to glare at me. My pure white hair and marble skin made him gasp. Fear and awe mingled in his eyes, I don't think he knew what to think of me. Shock was replaced by caution.

"I'm sure you'll prefer it over falling, shattering your bones only to find that it didn't kill you and you'll suffer three days of starvation," I hesitated to let my words sink. He closed his galloping mouth.

"Marcus." He squinted his eye about to ask a question but he didn't say anything. We both sat there on equal ground watching the sky line.

"So your death" He chuckled and tears streamlined down his face.

"Gods, This is it." He looked back at me and smiled, distorting the clear tear kinds.

"You're a guy." His face turned redder as he looked at the Sun.

"Does that make any difference??" I soothed him with my voice.

"No, I guess it doesn't." He looked at me trying to figure out my form. I held his shoulder and pressed my mouth against his skull breathing a deep breath. Humans, why are you so warm and your blood so thick.

"Are you ready to die now?" I whispered into his ear though he said nothing. I leaned in closer his heartbeat increased, the pounding in my ear sounded like a lullaby to me. I could hear it all his lungs pushing air into his tiny blood cells. I could almost see it, humanity.

So thick

So Sweet

My son

My wife

Our unborn daughter

What a wonderful gift. My cheeks grew wet as I could barely remember what I was like before everything. I pressed my mouth to his neck. My heart expanded and constricted my breath hitched the pain in my chest reminded why I took Mana's offer. Humanity, how pathetic.

I sank my fangs into him, screams flashed into my mind and joined the others whose lives I ended... I heard his thoughts about how he wanted to die in some piss filled alleyway. This was much better. Strength and pleasure coursed through my veins. He went limp and I could hear his heart silence.

"Hot fucking damn," It was her again. Of everything she was the one regret that I had caused, and she's such a fucking bitch.

"You smell wonderful." Cordelia came out from the shadows she had been watching me. The corpse began to growl, I had this power once I killed someone and they didn't wake up sometimes they turn into a zombie. Not a Walking Dead zombie but a corpse with black liquid oozing out, and follows my every command.

"Fl-flesh. Ea-t. Flesh." All of them start as dumb asses, some grow to be more professional and some still manage to stay idiots.

"Need flesh" The creature whipped around growling chewing the beer bottle that was next to us.

"Eat the woman if you're so hungry," He jerked his head up and looked at the green-haired bitch and pounced onto her. A scream ripped through her mouth and my lips pulled as he began ripping at every part of her flesh going through her clothes like a pencil through a sheet of paper.

"You Fucking Shit Head!" She hit him over and over again, but it's not like a vampire can turn into a zombie. I teleported to my manor, chuckling like an idiot, my face red from the new blood in my cheeks. I awaited the jogging team to run by my home. I got the blueprints for the team and "negotiated" with the leader to make them run through the park, up the Longbridge.

From there they ran around the town square that was shaped like a circle, on to the sidewalk that leads to the manor and back to their headquarters. They run around different times, once at 8:00 am, once at noon, a jog at 4:00, and finally a jog when everything closed at 8:00 pm. Then they switch with the other team. One of the members quit recent, its been 3 weeks and I heard they finally got a member. I waited as it turned 8:28-8:29, and then I saw him.

The newbie was 5'2, he was the second shortest person on the teams, he was ahead of everyone. His hair flowed like a river, it was a perfect twilight colour, from a deep black to a perfect violet and with baby blue eyes. everything convulsed in pain taking me to the floor. My lungs beat franticly, I looked back at him and another convulsion went through me, it was him. He was my, supposed to be my...

I'm in love with a human.

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