Chapter 8: The King of Vamps

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The vamp who is in my room is standing in a room full of older vampires sitting around a table talking in old Italian.

"Our king is actively seeking this....this girl" says one.

"It is a disgrace to our kind to have our king seeking out the very thing that could destroy us" says another.

"She has already killed a number off our kind" says another

"This kind of behavior cannot be tolerated by our own king" says yet another

"Why hasn't she been dealt with yet is what I wish to know" says the first one who spoke

"No one has been able to defeat her and most are to afraid to go near her plus no one really knows who she is" says the third vamp that spoke.

"How can they not know it isn't as if she hides" the first ask slamming his fist to the table

"Christo" says the first vamp lifting his hand and bending two fingers in a come here motion.

Christo the vamp in my room steps out of the shadows bowing to the Elders as he refers to them.

"I want you to track down this slayer and find out what she knows afterwards kill her" says the eldest vamp to which christo bows and leaves. I search deeper in his mind. He is standing in a chamber that looks to be a kings thrown.

"Have you found her" I hear from a voice that sounds far to familiar.

"Yes my king we have found her" says another voice.

"I wish to leave within the hour" says the familiar voice
"But sire you can not the elders will find out" says someone else.
"I don't care of the elders I need to go" says the familiar voice.
"He's going for her" says Christo into his phone.
"Follow him, find her and eliminate" says the elder and hangs up. After searching his mind some more I find him in the gala.
He is watching me and Lucas.
"The king is with her"Christo says into the phone.
"What do you mean he is with her, kill her" the elder says hanging up. That's when I realize the king is Lucas and I'm who he is supposed to kill. I pull out of the memory and stake the vamp before searching him for his phone. This is not over they want me dead, this is war.

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