Grimdor

Slade, The Ruthless Vampire

* Viewer discretion is advised. This story contains mature themes, graphic violence, and strong language. *

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Within the depths of the underworld lies the capital, Grimdor. Land of turmoil and death.
The food is scarce... There's no civility. Everyday is a fight for survival. However, Grimdor wasn't always like this. It used to be a beautiful, organized place. There were many rich waterfalls and the air was fresh... The mystical people whom dwelled there were happy and filled with life. Everything was perfect.

But all of that changed when the new king of the underworld took the throne.

Slade's POV

"Blood. I need blood." I scoffed as I dashed through the damp forests in search of a prey.
I heard a faint heartbeat in the distance. My dark hair flew back as I sniffed the rank air viciously, trying to locate my dinner.

"Eh. The pulse is getting louder." I uttered, carefully analyzing the area... I noticed sudden movement through the bushes. "Found you." I smirked as I leaped over to my prey.
A woman around the age of twenty-seven... Reeks of dirt, blood type A.
Not the best meal... but I was hungry.

I grabbed the woman by her neck and violently tossed her on the floor. "Ergh! P-plea-se. I-I can't bre-" The woman tried to speak, which annoyed me. I squeezed her neck harder and tilted her head upwards. My free hand grabbed her wrist and pinned her to the ground. I leaned in on top of her and slid my tongue down her neck. I quickly found the area of her neck where I wanted to feed from. My fangs roughly pierced her skin, and she jolted in response. She looked hideous as her eyes widened, shrieking in pain. I sucked her warm blood from out of her neck. I continued to draw her blood, regardless of her kicks and scratches. I stood up once I've felt satisfied.
The woman's face turned pale as blood dripped heavily out of the wound in her neck. I scoffed at her pathetic appearance, just before taking off.

The woman? Ah, she's as good as dead. But then again, that's not my problem.
I guess you can call me a cold-blooded murderer.

My running came to a halt, when my keen sense of hearing picked up some demanding voices.
A hoarse female voice called out, "STOP IT, PLEASE!"
A deep male voice whispered, "You're going to be ours tonight, you're beautiful."
A different male voice yelled, "Bitch, kick me one more time and see what happens."
The same female voice cried, "NO. OH GOD NO. PLEASE!! SOMEONE! HELP ME!"
The first deep male voice shouted, "Shut the hell up you whore. Nobody will save you. This is Grimdor!"

If there was one thing that I couldn't stand..
It'd be rape. Yeah I murder, and I don't feel bad about it. But forcing somebody to be with you in an intimate way? That's the lowest of the low. How desperate can you get? Those fools are going to wish they never pissed me off.

I turned left through the damp forest and ran extremely fast towards the direction of the screams.

There stood a girl about the age of nineteen, trembling in fear. Her deep, piercing blue eyes were filled up with tears. Two grown men crouched over her, they were aged twenty-nine and thirty-three. One had a strong grip on the girl's wrist while the other had his foot on the girl's chest. The men turned around when they saw me quickly approach the atrocious scene.
"Who the fuck are you?" The deep male voice spat.
"I'm your fucking murderer." I answered coldly.
"WHAT?" They both cried in unison like pussies.
It's amusing, really. I thought as I cracked my knuckles.
"You bastard! Leave now before you regret it." The other male spoke up.

"Ahahaha!" I laughed hysterically as I forcefully punched him in his face. He flew back a few feet as blood oozed from his nose. Before he could get back up, I quickly pulled out my dagger and dragged it across his neck.