Hybrid

Chapter 1

"Marcus?" The elder one said. "I thought you were dead?"

"Apparently not" I replied with anger in my voice.

How dare he, thinking that I was dead. Me, the immortal that can't be killed. My gaze turned from the elder who had insulted me, to my chair. someone was sitting in my chair. I could not believe that someone was sitting in my chair. My eyes glowed as if there was two lanterns behind them. My eyes turned from black to bright red. Now I was more furious before. I needed to know who he was.

"Who dares to sit in the royal chair?" There was a long pause. "Answer me you swine!"

He stood up, his face still in the dark. As he stood, he began to walk in the light. My vampiric eyes weren't as good as they used to be. I needed to feed. As he walked into the light, I could recognize his face.

"Rogan , He gently bowed like I was honoring him. But his aura says otherwise. I wasn't having any of this. But I'm a patient man. What his aura was telling me that he knew I would come. He knew that I would awaken and come for him. It was not wise, but bold. That's what I liked about him. But this time, he has gone too far. Killing him would have been easy. Either use my witchcraft, or rip him in half with my taloned wings. But I wanted to do something different. I wanted to humuliate him.

"How is it that you were able to convince them that I was dead?" I wanted to know what he said to them.

"Humph. I'll never tell you. You are nothing but an old man. Respect your king Marcus."

And with that said, I rushed over there with lightening speed, and nobody saw me coming. I grabbed him by the throat. I freed one of my wings and penetrated his stomach. Blood spat from his lips onto my face. "remember who created you Rogan", I groweled. "How dare you order me. How dare you call yourself king. Have you forgotten your place?".

I threw him across the room and he hit the wall. And my wing curled back up into my skin. When I first got my wings, It was painful, but now it feels pleasurable. The feeling of my wings coming in and out of my body feels amazing. But, there is still pain. Even if I'm used to the pain, it does not mean that I couldn't feel it. My wings were given to me by Satan himself. In return, I would have to make a weapon that could kill only me. I asked him, "Why do you want me to make a weapon that would kill me?" He responded, "You cannot be killed by a stake, nor be killed by a silver. You also have the power to gain the magic of witches and steal their tainted souls. A weapon must be made to destroy you if you ever turned renegade."

I was listening to every word he was saying. What he's saying was true. If I ever went on a rampage, no one could kill me, even if they found a way to cripple me, there would be noway to kill me. "So" he contiued, "In exchange for the wings, you must make a stake that can kill you." I replied to him "Yes. I will make a stake that would kill me. But no one must know about this." I was not happy about that deal, but I needed those wings.

rogan got up slowly because of the wound in his stomach, but it was starting to disappear due to his healing ability. He wasn't going to set one cheek on this seat, and he wasn't going to put one foot in this room again. When he got up, I was already sitting down. The council looked at Rogan with disgust. I knew he was embarrassed. Before he walked out he made a vow. "I will come for you Marcus, and I will not rest until I kill you!" Then he walked out.

All the fuss made me tired. I was still weak from the awakening and needed sleep. But something was keeping me awake. And this feeling, I have felt it before. I was thirsty.