Gentle Fangs And Bloody Stakes

The Merciless King

          I'm undoubtedly the strongest vampire to be born from two pure breeds. Yet my mother died giving birth to me, so I'm rather intrigued by you my eldest child. Although your mother wasn't an ordinary human, she was still human. How lucky that she didn't die giving birth to my firstborn. My father blamed me for my mother's death and honestly, I don't think he was wrong. He killed me many times over, it was my repentance he said. One day, I just permanently killed him. I realized how much stronger I was if I could kill a pure-bred vamp that easily, the one that gave birth to such a powerful being like myself at that. I discovered my different abilities as I grew in power, drinking more and more human blood. But to what end? Do I just keep drinking blood to survive only in the shadows? What is my purpose? Why do creatures like me even exist? I thought carefully about these things until it finally hit me. Why should we have to hide our true selves? We are stronger, we heal, we have abilities, we live forever, aren't we the better race? Shouldn't we be running the world? Shouldn't I be at the center of it? So, I decided to make a name for myself by killing every other vamp I thought were a potential threat to me. And especially killing as many slayers as I could. If we didn't need humans to maintain our strength, I would've killed them too. The name Lucien started spreading and I gained more and more followers. With the promise that I would be King and rein a new era for my kind. Still, I needed something to ensure no one can ever stand against me.  So, I hunted for any remaining slayer to take their blood. I found one. I tortured everyone in their little city and saved the slayer's family for last, so she didn't think I was a mere joke to be toyed with. She begged me to spare her children if she gave me all her blood. I agreed and was reborn once again. I spared them when they were children but when they became adults, I immediately killed them. After all, I'm a man of my word. I was truly immortal and planned to reveal myself to the world in a few weeks' time. Before I went through with my plan, I met Marcy Rumuire. 

"Sophisticated gentleman, a bar doesn't look like your scene." She drunkenly fell into my arms, her pinkish-white face flushed red. 

"Oops, sorry." Her lips touched mine. It was the first time I've ever been touched by a woman in any way after hundreds of years. I became quite curious. I kissed her back and we went back to her apartment. 

Marcy yawned, waking up, "You were amazing."

"Thanks, Miss?"

"Marcy Rumuire. You?"

"Lucien Quartz. And you were amazing yourself. I'm glad I satisfied you because that was my first time." 

"No way. Your tongue is definitely not an amateur." She grinned at me, and I felt my snowy face heat up. 

"Aw crap, I'm late for work." She hastily showered and put on her clothes and as she ran out the door, I handed her a biscuit I made from her fridge. 

"Thanks, see you around." 

What is this feeling? I thought when my heart was rushing. I met with her every day after that, for coffee, late night trysts, or just to talk and walk around together. Yes, a wicked creature like me was falling in love. But she didn't know what I really was or all the things I've done up to now and the things I still had to do. And my followers were getting impatient, waiting for the new era.

"Darling, do you think people should hide their true selves?" 

"No, that's a stupid question, Cien. If there's an ugly part of yourself that you want to keep hidden, that's fine. But only do that for yourself not for other people." 

She kissed my cheek softly, suggestively removing her blouse, "Let's reveal our hidden selves to each other." 

        Back then, I wished I had the courage to show you what I was then. Maybe then you wouldn't run away. Maybe then I wouldn't have to hunt our son down today. After I revealed my kind to the world, I went to your door, but you were already gone. I knew that's how it would turn out. If I wasn't establishing myself as king, I would've gone everywhere looking for you. I felt a powerful being born but I couldn't waste any time. It even slipped my mind but then learned you had our kid. I was hateful because you kept something so important from me. You deserved to die for that my love and now my creation is against me, he must die too.