War At Dawn

~War At Dawn~

April 11th, 1609.

I sat in my red, velvet throne. Drinking my O positive blood, I emptied the pathetic human being. I smirked in satisfaction and wiped my bloody mouth off with my handkerchief, a pleasing dinner it was.

"Master, do you wish to declare war with the Styer?" my servant asked in disgust.

"Aha, those snarled beasts. Of course, I would love to taste Styer blood." I said causally.

"I'll send a letter declaring war, Master." the servant walked out of my chamber.

My chamber was dark, only lit with small candles around my coffin. It smelled like blood and the dead in their. Also, my neighbors were the ocklens. Their webs got quite annoying though, but their blood was more delicious than a geyutes. Aha, those geyutes were delicious. Their glittering wings tasting like chicken. And chicken must taste delicious, I've seen the reaction of the humans.

The sun was starting to shine, I could see it through the cracks under my 'house.' I slid my hand across the sleek, black coffin lid and lifted it. I laid down in the red, velvet coffin and slid the lid over me. I closed my eyes and darkness filled the coffin.

**

I awoken from my coffin, due to the geyute servant of mine.

"What do you want you pathetic excuse of a geyute!" I snapped, rubbing my blurry eyes.

"I've come back with the letter, Mr. Velton." she threw it on the ground and flew off, obviously frightened.

I picked the letter up and opened it with my shiny, white fangs.

I read it out loud.

"Dear you wretched voltlings, war has been declared. Your fangs are no match for my sharp teeth. War at dawn has been declared in one year, for training reasons. Be ready! - The Syter Group." I slammed it on the table.

"Servants, War has been declared!" I yelled.

We must prepare for the war.

We must prepare for the War At Dawn.