The Immortal | Prequel Story |

Chapter 46 ~ A Broken Command

Mallen was having a good time. His arm was around , his hand holding a cinnamon latte in a red café-style coffee cup. After finishing his latte, Mallen got up and danced in smooth moves, singing along to an upbeat party song.

Even though vampires normally didn't eat and drink human foods, Mallen decided to try a tempting cup of steaming hot latte and learned too late it was too hot. He waited for it to cool before trying it again and absolutely loved it. "If I was ever to be a human, I would so be drinking these. And the peppermint mocha is amazing!"

Írásom liked the hot chocolate with marshmallows in it. She tried a gingerbread cookie and didn't like how it was too hard. She liked the soft blackberry scones. Mallen liked the yuletide chocolate roll cake and blackberry tea to drink with it.

Other vampires gave them a weird look, but Mallen shrugged. "I like cake," he said, shamelessly eating another slice.

Then somebody brought out the tiramisu, a favorite outstanding dessert in the galaxy. Mallen claimed all of it, even the tea. "Gotta have tea with cake," was all he said.

Human foods disintegrated in a vampire's body, so vampires were able to eat human food if they had to pretend to be humans to blend in with society, or in Mallen's case, just trying it out for fun's sake.

The Magarrans allowed the vampires to check out their settlements. They walked around exploring the star-shaped cities with cute homes, beautiful gardens, water fountains, farmland, and urban setting. There was a mix of rural farmland, suburbs, and city life connected with one another. Cities had waterways and bridges connecting to the farmland. Suburbs sprawled out, going in between the city and rural land.

Planet Magarra was much more technologically advanced than planet Verdamnt. Mijoria was pretty advanced; it was set like planet Earth's early 2000s vibe while Voldvell echoed some old time practices and culture.

Cyberpunk culture caught the vampires off guard, but most of them found they liked it. They were interested in music and fashion, how different everything sounded, and how strange it was to see women wearing pants rather than dresses and to see men with unusual hairstyles and accessories. Everything was so different from life on their home planet; it wasn't surprising a few found it overwhelming.

"I will never get over the sight of seeing a woman's thighs and bare legs for the first time," said Vajir. "They're nimble!"

A French vampire named Cyrlin Cilver rolled his eyes. "Please. You act like you've never seen a naked woman before."

"Not in public!" Vajir said in response. "Back on our planet, women only wore long dresses. You couldn't even see their ankles. Here you see more than just their ankles – you see their entire physique!"

"And that's a bad thing? I quite enjoy it," said Cyrlin, leaning his head back against the armrest of the couch. He had a slim lean figure and stunning looks, with short curly black hair and piercing blue eyes. He had no shortage of women fawning over him.

Vajir, on the other hand, was having trouble due to him being so overbearing at times. He thought he was a smooth talker. Cyrlin didn't even have to speak to get a woman to spend the night with him. "All in the body language, bro," he would always tell Vajir, who didn't quite understand it.

Mallen noticed was absent and wondered where he was. He hadn't seen him at the party, neither on the ship nor anywhere in the city. Setting down his cup of tea, Mallen took Írásom's hand and went to look for Iérti.

Mallen suddenly froze, appalled by the sight before him. In the wide open field lay nearly two hundred dead human bodies. They were laid out side by side, filling the beautiful land with their dreadful appearance. The worst part was that most of them were fresh kills. Only a few of them started to decay.