The Vampire King's Pet

life of an emissary

Dean's POV

I sighed to myself. How was I going to give the severed head back to the werewolves without getting myself killed?

Dean, your brother will be coming with you. I recalled King's order when I was in the kitchen chopping off the head and burning the body.

I sighed again. It would have better if I went there alone. Now that Dane is going with me, I should expect some... more casualties, probably in the form of dead werewolves and minor injuries in our side. However, I would be glad if those expectations were not met.

I held the box which is storing the head. The box was wrapped in ribbons of every color and patterns plus other colorful materials to make it look like a birthday present rather than a box with a severed head in it. It's Queen's idea of a sick joke.

It was after I lopped of the head when she came looking for me. She came to my side and motioned for me to bend so that she could whisper in my ear. After giving me her idea, she laughed like a child. She had the look children would have when they were amused.

They would be so surprised. She told me.

It wasn't hard to go to where the Werewolf Council was located since my power as a vampire is teleportation. My power is the reason why I became King's 'secretary'. It was easier for me to relay important messages and documents. Like in this case, I am to literally pass the head of the werewolf messenger sent by the Werewolf Council back to them.

Although it was quite a sight when King had slowly taken the dead mutt's life as Dane had retold, the cleaning up, in other words-my job, took a lot of effort. It's an honor, truly, to be part of the Vampire King's personal corps but it's tiring at times to deal with the wrath of different species because of failed negotiations, unexpected clash in borders, and other disputes that I have to deal with. Disputes that I like to call headaches.

I patted the box lightly. We have it hard.

"Bro, where are we?" My younger twin brother asked me, surveying the dark alley we teleported to. My power is very convenient but it takes a toll on my body if I transfer numerous objects or people. I can currently teleport a maximum of 3 people to anywhere on Earth including myself. But if I tried to do more, I would be in a comatose for some days, maybe weeks if the backlash was severe.

Slowly though, I am getting a better control on my power. The first time I ever used it to teleport people other than myself was when Queen was wheeled in the hospital and it didn't end nicely. At that time, she wasn't the Queen yet.

She was a mere human but instincts told me she shouldn't die as a human so I took her to King and everything after that has become history. I fell in a deep sleep for roughly a month, however that was enough time for the King to mate with his Beloved. So contrary to the belief that I can't be surprised, I was surprised that I just saved the life of our future Queen.

"We're two blocks away from the Werewolf Council." Nobody would expect the shabbily designed building two blocks away was headquarters to the Werewolf Council. On the outside, it seems less than stellar but the building's interior was comparable to King's castle.

It was my brother's first time in werewolf territory. We were born a long time after the Great War so we were not caught up by the feud that lasted even after the Great War. He never got the chance to see what a werewolves' pack was like, unlike me whose job was to create ties with different supernaturals.

"There's a werewolf coming near us." Dane's voice dropped to a whisper as he said it. There was no need to feel alert. I had the insignia of an emissary from Leguila, the Vampire Kingdom, which gives me the right to 'visit' other territories for political reasons.

I did feel the presence of a werewolf a hundred or so meters from us but even with my heightened senses, I couldn't compare to Dane. Dane's power was super-enhanced senses, a physical type of power. He had senses thrice as good as any supernatural. Mind you, supernaturals were already born with naturally keen senses much more than humans.

He could identify objects with heat signature. Supernaturals could see better than humans at night even with little to none lighting but Dane had night vision. He had ultrasonic sensors that he could use to echo-locate objects.

That wasn't all he's capable of doing. He could do more and that made him one of the best fighters in King's personal corps. Dane is, in all sense, a weapon made for killing.

"It's okay." I told him nonchalantly.

I started walking towards the Council grounds while ushering Dane to follow. The said werewolf saw us and growled. He tensed up ready to fight but I held up the insignia to warn him. If he so much as lay a hand on me, a war will become inevitable. The dog's eyes filled with recognition before continuing his patrolling duties but he couldn't erase his blood-lust completely.

It is a fact that werewolves and vampires are engaged in a civil relationship but that's all it was. Civil. I nodded to Dane who was still tensed at the encounter. "Relax, little brother."

His eyes snapped to me with disbelief. "Relax? We have the head of a werewolf and you tell me to relax? Those dogs will ask for our heads on a silver platter to get even with the vampires." He hissed, fangs elongated. His golden eyes turned lighter as his emotions were becoming disruptive.

"They won't, Dane. King and Queen know this which is why they did what they did. They know the werewolves won't retaliate because they are weaker than us. King won't make a stupid decision, Dane."

He remained silent, realizing his mistake. We should not doubt the Vampire King and his Beloved. That rule might sound ridiculous to others but it is not to us. Breaking the rule would mean we didn't have faith and trust in our leader. Breaking the rule would mean treason and the result would be a civil unrest.

King will not make a reckless decision even if it's for his Beloved because even Queen would not allow him to do that. I did not regret ever saving her that day. She became the Queen we needed. Level-headed yet passionate. Amendable but has a temper that cannot be downplayed. She is what our Kingdom and our King needs.

There was a haze surrounding the building to ward off humans. The haze slightly alters humans' perception to make supernatural phenomenon seem like worldly things to them. Phoenixes as airplanes, Golems as boulders or mountains and etc.

The haze is not a strong magic. The Witches used it to manipulate human perception. The human brain itself seeks to associate foreign visuals to objects or things that they are used to seeing. Humans would likely believe that the flying object in the sky is an airplane rather than a Phoenix. Humans have a very selective perception. They see only what they want to see.

The Werewolf Council was located in the human world so there was a need for the haze to alter human perception. The Werewolf Kingdom, on the other hand, wasn't in the human world and is only accessible through portals.

The haze slowly cleared as we neared the supposedly dilapidated building which was in fact an old but classical building in a Neoclassical architecture style. It resembles the exterior of the Buckingham palace.

The nearer we got to the Council grounds, the air seemed more agitated than usual. The guards that stood beside the gates were tense but stood their ground, probably already informed by the patrol we encountered.

The gates opened and we were ushered inside.

Now, how do I explain the severed head in this dastardly colorful-looking box?