Two

The Vampire Brethren are the only entities that rogue vampires feared most. Ruthless. Fierce. Seductive.

These fearless Brethren had been walking the streets of New Orleans for centuries, but only in secret, now since the rogue vampires have been exposed to the public, it's the Brotherhood's duty to annihilate the Shadow Rogues before the humans becomes more involved in the vampire world, which might lead to extinction.

Malcom, the son the Vampire King, Vlad, and of course, the leader of the Vampire Brethren , feared no evil when the world was consumed by darkness. So, right now, he had a quick meeting with the brethren, about the Shadow Rogues.

"So what are we gonna do about these Rogues, Malcolm?" His second in command, Kendrik asked.

"I don't know. They've gotten worse, especially last night." Malcolm said, with vengeance in his eyes. "One of the Servants told me that a woman named Briana Wilson, is next on the hit list."

"Well, he is psychic, though."

"True."

Malcolm walked back and forth as if he didn't know what to do. Kendrick and one other Brother, Mikael, gave each other a nod and glared at Malcolm.

"You okay, Brother?" Mikael asked Malcolm, for the concern on whatever he's thinking about.

"Does it look like I'm okay?" Malcolm began to seethe. "I'm fucking pissed that these Shadow bloodsuckers are still at it once again after the my father ended the war. Once I have my hands on the Master—"

"Wait a minute," Kendrik said, "The Master? Isn't he the most powerful Rogue that the Shadow Realm ever created?"

Malcolm nodded.

"You cannot possibly compete with that, Brother," Mikael said. "Honestly, I have to tell you, I don't think you're ready to fight the Master by yourself."

Malcolm clenched his fists like he's was going to sucker punch Mikael. "Watch what you say, Mik. Or I'll grab my dagger and slice your throat. Do I make myself clear?" Malcolm seethed.

Mikael nodded in disbelief and moved on, since he didn't want to piss Malcolm off than he already is.

"Well, is there another option, so you won't get yourself killed?" Ken asked.

Malcolm shrugged. "You tell me." He folded his arms across his chest, to show the other Brothers he's not in the mood.

Then, Malcolm's Servant ran to him, out of breath.

"What?"

"Sire, it's Briana again. She's next on the list."

"I know!"

"No, tonight, sire. She really is next."

"Shit!"

Malcolm's eyes turned red, he wasn't having it tonight. So, grabbed his weapons, trench coat and shades, and went out the door. It was time for a hunt.

***

Briana walked the streets alone. Since her friends didn't believe her on Bella's death, which devastated her, more than Evie falsely accused her of being paranoid. She knew what she saw, so why wouldn't they believe her?

As she walked the streets of New Orleans, she smelled something odd in the air, kind of like rotten eggs, so she took a sniff again. And what she thought it was, in Briana's mind, she was right.

Sulfur.

The smell was unbearably bad, the sulfuric smell went all in her nostrils, and that smell was a strong essence. Not the good essence either.

Then, she heard hisses from the distance. She looked to her left and right, and no one was there.

Strange.

Briana felt a tap on her shoulder, so once she turned around to see who tapped her, it felt like a ghost touched her. But Briana wasn't sure who could've touched her.

Once she turned back around, a man with red eyes glared at her, flashing fangs at her. Who was he?

The man kept glaring at her, didn't say a word.

"Can I help you, sir?" Briana asked, with fear written all over her face.

"I want to feed." The crimson-eyed man said to her, "And your next on our list."

Briana was beyond afraid, she was horrified, because the cannibalistic psycho biker gang probably called a youngster to kill her like they did to Bella.

She tried to escape the other way, but then the man moved so fast that he stood in front of her, and glared at her like she's food.

How the fuck did he move so fast? She thought.

"You can't escape from me, Briana."

And how does he know my name?

Briana's cluelessness was traveling through her mind like a subway train. She couldn't figure out what was going on tonight. First Bella's dead, and now she's next on a "list". And what list was he talking about?

The man flashed his fangs and hissed.

Briana couldn't move. Almost like her body was stuck or being controlled to not walk.

Jesus fucking Christ, help. She pleaded in her mind, as she closed her eyes. Give me a sign.

Suddenly, the man grabbed a tight grip on Briana's shoulders.

She shrieked in fear, knowing that death might be an option as of right now. She couldn't move, she couldn't do anything to save herself.

"Let her go!" a male voice said in the distance.

Then, Briana looked forward, and saw a dark, mysterious man with a long black trench coat, holding a dagger in his hand. Was this Briana's savior?

"Why should I? She's my dinner." The red-eyed man said, and hissed. Making Briana uncomfortable.

"I'm not gonna tell you again. Let. Her. Go. Now." The mysterious man gritted his teeth, raging.

"If you want her, come and get her." The man wrapped his bloody hands around Briana's chest, so she wouldn't go anywhere. If she'd ever moved a muscle she would die.

The cryptic man took one step forward, clutched his knuckles. He would fight to the death in order to save a human. That's one of his goals.

Briana was struggling to get the cannibal off her before she's dead meat. Literally. She even told the mystery man to help her, without making any sound.

He nodded, and with the dagger in his hand, he approached the rogue son of a bitch, fast, and without him noticing, the man struck the dagger in his forehead.

Briana ran away from the cannibalistic psycho, and then stood in one spot, so she knows that she was safe.

Then the man shoved the dagger into the psycho's heart like he was a vampire. What were these people? Was it true?

As soon as the mystery man finished his killing. He turned around and walked over to Briana.

"Thank you, for saving me."

"Don't mention it," he said.

Their gazes met, and she couldn't figure out if he was a good guy, a bad guy, or just a rebel.

"What's your name, stranger?" she asked.

"Malcolm. The—" he paused for a minute, since she was human, Briana would've exposed them for who they really are. So, he kept his mouth shut.

"What?"

"Nothing."

She was hesitant to take his answer. So she let it go, for now. "Okay, whatever you say."

He gave her a nod, and then he began to walk away.

"Wait!" Briana shouted.

Malcolm turned. "What?"

"I just don't feel safe around these streets. I need to be protected. So, can you keep me safe?"

"Look, lady," Malcolm said, "I have other things on my agenda than to be someone's protector. Hell, I don't know if I can protect myself. If I were you don't ask me idiotic questions like that. The more you ask, the less I'll do it." His tone was stern, Briana got the feeling that she might not get the proper help she needed.

"Please, I'm begging you. I can't be alone," she cried, "Could you at least think about it?"

Malcolm was very hesitant, he didn't even know how to protect a human before, it was easy for him to look after vampires, because handling vamps was his specialty. "I'll think about it, but no promises."

Briana smiled like he said yes, but it was mostly joy. Malcolm could read her.

"Can I go now, lady?"

"Yes," she told him, "By the way, my name is Briana."

"I know." Then he walked away and never looked back.

How does he know? She thought. Something's not right about this, I'll figure it out by myself.

***

The Shadow Realm was a notorious rogue vampire society, where the Shadow Rogues' leader, the Master. the King of Darkness, lives and dwells, and the rogues worshipped the Master's evil ways.

The Master, himself, is the dark entity that humans needed to fear, and his appearance was unbelievably horrifying. His skin was jet black, a decent bald head that glistened like a shiny bowling ball, his eyes were fiery red like they came from the Inferno, and he was buck naked, no clothes on the entity.

And right now, the Master's Servant, Hans, quickly to tell him that one of his Minions died again by the hands of the Vampire Brethren .

"Sire," Hans said. "We have a situation."

"What is it, Hans?" the Master asked, smoking a cigar while watching a half-naked rogue showgirl dancing on a pole.

"It's the Minion, he was killed by the leader of that Brotherhood, again."

"That fool!" The Master seethed, loudly. "This is the second time tonight that he killed my precious vessels." Then, he turned to Hans for clarification. "Did he at least feed off that woman?"

"No, he didn't."

The Master growled in frustration. One of his ruling in the society was if a rogue got murdered, and didn't feed, the Master had to get involved. And since there was too many killings of his Minions, he had no choice but to bring the human as a blood slave.

"Hans, bring my shades. We have a human to catch."

Hans quickly brought the Master's shades to him, and then, the Master laughed dark and sinister-like, as he transformed into a human with human-like features. Golden bronze skin, smoky brown eyes, and a faux hawk for a hairstyle.

The Master put on a Giorgio Armani suit that was very sophisticated and attractive, so once he played his cards right, then he'd lure her into the Shadow Realm and transform back into his darkness.

The Master knew this plan was bound to be a bloodbath. He could sense it, big time. And with the Brethren, they won't stand a chance.