ABOMINATION

CHAPTER 1

As a child, you read in books about monsters, demons that roam the night, bloodsucking creatures, who for so long have been at the upper side of power. Vampires terrorising the food chain with their vicious approach to control. 

The wolf pack. Loyal, trustworthy and brave. Always fighting for their cause, defending their pride. For so long these royal creatures have been in conflict with the vampires.

Then we have the witches.  Their links to the supernatural side making them equally as potent. They happen to be opportunists. Always going with the stronger side. Their coven comprised of some of the strongest members of the faction.

Then we have the poor humans. Victims of the unnatural balance in the world. Their carcasses which fill up the streets of Newport lined up at the ungodly hour of the night. You were made to believe that it was all fiction.  But then we have a certain rare breed. A combination of all three also known as Tribrids. Abominations, as we were apparently called happened to be born of a witch father, an omega mother and our vampirism, came about apparently due to our parents' fears that we couldn't control our already hybrid nature, my father Joseph, bound us by a spell sealing our other sides till we turned eighteen. During that time, there was a tension and a faction war broke out. Vampires took it upon themselves to kill all threats and rid the street of faction members who chose not to live under their rule. Conversion of the normal children to vampires, in order to build an army.

As usual, the witches picked sides and went on with the vampires.  Helping them to track down their victims. My dad gave me and my siblings out to the vampires as a way to save his neck, our mother, Katherine killed for her resistance. And since our abilities were bounded, vampirism became our starting point. Although we were turned we weren't sired to anyone because of our already existing nature. We went through hell, pain, torture as slaves, my sister had to endure the most at her tender age and my brother did all he could for our survival. And it was all his fault,  the man who called himself a father.

Now Angel had readjusted her sitting position and now looking much more concerned for Francis and his wild way of reasoning she asked

"what then happened to your father? "

Francis now turned a gaze towards her and smiled

"Well love, sorry to say but I ripped out his throat and watched him as he died slowly. There is a feeling of satisfaction when your opponent wants to beg for mercy but cant"

Moving towards the table to get himself a glass of wine

"Personally, I think it was too merciful a death.  He deserved more"

With that, he walked out of the room leaving Angel only with memories she dared not imagine. Francis had killed his dad and he wasn't bothered even the slightest. He would do it again if given the chance.

" No need to bother yourself with his redemption. Francis has always been the unconcerned and viscous type. You might say his methods are a little extreme but he does know how to get the best possible outcome for every situation"

Angel was overwhelmed by her thoughts. so much that she didn't even notice when Richard walked in and she freaked a little by the time he started talking.

Richard, the elder brother to Francis and Elsa, was much calmer. His love for his trench coats and his expensive taste when it came to wine made him a jewel to dine with. He was one who loved to travel.  From the romantic city of Paris to the hot sunny county of Rome. He was a hopeless romantic and his empathy was just one of his many traits plus he was one hell of beauty and he was able to grab the attention of the female. His aura was jaw-dropping and this made Angel very uncomfortable and she was doing a great job at revealing it.