Reign Neomak

Chapter 1:

Chapter :1

I'm running swiftly and quietly through the woods following the group. We're hunting human. Again. I never liked this, if I could I'd stay home when the others went to hunt, but this time one of the main leaders, Daren, forced me to. Daren is a 21 year old vampire, well 21 physically. He said and I quote, "You need to feel the thrill of the hunt, the chase, watching them run for their lives, watching them try to convince themselves they're paranoid and nothings there. Hearing their heart beat faster and faster each step you take closer and closer! It's amazing how a stupid human can give you such a rush!" I felt slightly sick, wouldn't you? I hate seeing the remains of the human they "caught". More like mauled to little bits. I can't even imagine seeing them mauled to bits, yet here I am. Funny what life does. I stop near a clearing watching a couple make out. I wonder if it will be like that when I find my mate. "Aww, cute, too bad we're here to ruin it!" Chelsea, the slut of the pack, if you can call us a pack, says. She's about five foot seven and has bust length caramel hair. At the moment she's wearing a black mini skirt and a deep red crop top, but after this hunt I bet she'll change her outfit. Then Drake walks out next to her flashing his one inch fangs. He is what you people think of a vampire, before twilight. They don't sparkle. Drake is deathly pale with jet black hair and edgy/gothic, bad boy look. Pretty hot if I do say so myself, but he repulses me. Drake is Daren's younger brother by 4 years, he is also a year older than us. Physically that is. He loves the hunt more than anyone even Daren, he's the one who'd do most of the ripping but would do it in a way that the victim can feel every single thing until he drains them dry, after that and only after that are they dead. He finds joy in it I guess. I give Christina a look and we walk out next, me wearing my signature smirk, but right now it's fake, faker than Nicki Minaj's butt. Christina gives just has a devious half smile, fake as well. "Who are you?" The guy asks us scared as he holds the girl closer, she's slightly shaking. I feel so bad for them I don't want to do this but I have to or else I'll be made a traitor and kicked out, back to being rogue or killed. If you don't know, a rogue is someone who is kicked out of a pack or their pack is killed off, in other words you have no pack and you struggle to live, they are the lowest of lows. I look at everyone and see that I'm near the back so I give the scared couple a sympathetic look and mouth 'I'm sorry' so they know, at least I hope, that I didn't want this to happen. Drake walks slow and steady towards them. Then he rips the girl out of the boys hands and all hell breaks loose, everyone's moving to get a piece of him and well so am I. I stand up after we have finished him off and turn to Drake awaiting his instructions like honey bees are to their queen. He looks at each of us then strokes the girl's face and makes a motion for us to leave. As were walking away we hear the girl's screams. Why can't he just make it fast and painless. We get to the pack house and split to our quarters. It's fairly big, not mansion or manor big but big enough. There's a lot of us so we divide it into quarters. There are two female quarters and two male quarters, each quarter takes different chores on different days. It's pretty nice system actually. To save space we each have a roommate we got to chose. Christina and I share the same room. I get there before her so I get the shower started, I need to get this blood off before I realize the extent of what I just did and have a mental breakdown. I jump in the shower thinking: Those kids probably had families, parents who worry about them. And I killed them. I took away their life, their existence. They can't ever come back. I'm in the shower and hear the door open and close disrupting my thoughts. "Sorry Christina I'll be out in a second." I shout. I finish up quickly so Christina doesn't have to wait for long, she just as easily could have a mental break down. I wrap a towel around myself and walk out not seeing Christina anywhere. Was it my imagination? No I'm pretty sure I heard the door open... "So you were sorry for them, huh?" I hear Drake ask as his cold arms snake around my waist. I freeze. He couldn't of seen could he? I was near the back? Right? Life hates me. And I hate life. "What are you talking about, Drake?" I ask calmly as I can as my heart race increases. I viciously try to pry his arms off to no avail. He just tightens his grip and pulls me closer to the point where I can feel his warm breath against my neck and ear. The only time anyone has been this close to him was when he killed them. So to say I'm scared would be the understatement of the century. He chuckled lowly and held me closer, if that's even possible, It's like he's trying to mold me into him. "Don't act dumb, you're too beautiful to be dumb." He says and forces me to turn towards him. His eyes roam my body and stop on my hand holding my towel up. Oh, please no. Please I hope I'm wrong about his intentions. Drake smirks at me looking rather amused at the panic etched on my face. "Don't look so scared." he says and tries to take my hand off the towel. "No." I say and try taking a step back, but he still has his arm around me. I struggle anyways. "Let me revise, Don't look so scared, do as I say and I won't tell Daren about your little 'sorry'. Who knows I might even say you tried to jeopardize the mission." He says nonchalantly running his fingers through my hair. I snap my head up and glare daggers. "You wouldn't." I snarl "Babe, I think we both know I would." He chuckles. I stop struggling. I can't do anything. If he lies to Daren, they'll do worse than kill me. And even if I try to defend myself everyone would just go along with what Drake says, Christina could try to defend me as well but that would get her in the same boat as me. "What do you want me to do." I ask feeling my heart sink in defeat. "You know what I want, but make it convincing, that it's consensual, that you enjoy it." He chuckles and takes a step back to strip. "I don't like it when people dislike me." Drake warns. I honestly now believe he's literally crazy. I've had my suspicions but this, this proves it. He knows I don't like him and yet he forces me to act like I like it! Life really does hate me. I hold back tears knowing that it could be very damaging if I let him have power over me. I sigh and let my towel fall to my feet. I hope this goes fast so I can take another shower. I kiss Drake as if I truly love him, even though I'd much rather prefer vomiting in his mouth. I'll leave the rest of the night up to your imagination. But whatever you imagined it was probably much worse.

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Hi! So this is the first chapter. I apologize that it's so short but its the first chapter. You ain't gettin no frickin essay, so hold your horses, 'kay? I would love constructive criticism, cause saying this sucks doesn't help me fix it. Say this *insert sucky part here* sucked please fix/ work on. :P Jokes aside, thanks for reading, please stick around and if I decide to put more stories out please check those out to. Thanks and happy reading!