Times of Blood

Chapter One

Jaxon

Death must be fucking fantastic when your life has absolutely no purpose.

There is no point in existing when it is eventually going to end now is it?

This question always bothers the shit out of me every time I hunt down humans for my daily meal. Their lives are meaningless and solely meant for the purpose of serving those who are truly powerful.

How the hell they were able to control the world for as long as they had, I don't have a fucking clue. Us vampires, werewolves, and every other supernatural thing lurking in the shadows eventually got pretty damn tired of being in the background.

When we eventually came out of hiding, all hell broke loose for the mortals. I don't really pity their fragile existence, they fucked up their own race all the time. With wars, murder and crime between them, I've established that humans are really pathetic.

And make for some rather tasty treats.

Every night in this dark world, I've come the find satisfaction in the screams that filled the air. Some of those screams being caused by my own doing. The pained howls of the unlucky humans that happened to be taken were music to my ear. Occasionally, the cries of human children could also be heard. Death doesn't have an age limit; not in this world.

Blood is everywhere at this time of day and it's such a beautiful sight. Red has truly come to be my favorite color.

For me, I enjoy living my life feeding off the humans and having some fun with the occasional whores that passed through.

Besides, the world hasn't completely gone to shit. When we came out of the shadows, the leaders amongst our kind quickly took control and established their own territories around the world. The werewolves stayed in various packs occupying all of Europe. The witches took Africa as their home base and us vampires took over the western world. Everyone else remained in their territories in the east.

No one had an issue with this little division amongst all of us. The vampires created a council in which the strongest of us ruled everyone else. The humans here were all under our authority and soon turned into our food supply. It wasn't compete anarchy, we were told to control our bloodlust so the humans don't all disappear.

But I don't give a damn about the rules.

I always did what I pleased; have been for the last five hundred years of my existence.

My attitude towards the humans always did find a way to get me into trouble though. Especially with my father who just happens to be in the council. He's always getting pissed off when I come home with a new snack every night. He tries to convince me just to get a regular slave like everyone else did, but I refused. Why have one human slave to feed off of when you can hunt down the thousands that just waiting to be sucked dry.

A knock broke my train of thought.

"Jaxon."

The voice came from outside my bedroom door.

"Come in." I said slightly annoyed, already knowing who it was.

My father walked in and glared at me with the same stare he had always given me.

"What do you want?" I asked sharply, not really interested in his company. "As you can see, I'm busy."

"I'm well aware of that." He responded coldly. Right before he came in, I was feasting off one of the slave girls that was wandering the halls.

Blood was still all over my mouth as I spoke, "So what is it that you want?"

"I need you to clean up this mess and come downstairs to the main hall."

"And why do I want to do that?" I said while dropping the slave girl's body on top of the two others I have been feeding off earlier.

"Because I'm still your father and I said so."

"That doesn't mean shit to me." I glared at him. I was beginning to get  pretty pissed off that he still thinks he can tell me what to do.

"I don't have time for this, son. One day or another you are going to clean yourself up and stop it with all this rebellious nonsense." He looked at the bodies on the floor with pure disgust and returned his gaze to me with same expression.

"I do what I want, old man. And what I want right now is to finish my meal." I glanced down at the girl by my feet. I didn't get to drain her out completely before my father interrupted.

"Why don't you just get your own personal slave? That way you don't go around killing everyone else's."

I laughed. "And what would be the point of that? I'll just kill it. Then the next one. And the next one. And the next one. It's not that big of difference from what I'm doing now."

"Maybe if you learned some self-restraint, you can keep your slave alive for more than an hour."

"But where's the fun in that?" I said dryly.

Something in him snapped as he replied, "You think everything is some kind of game? That everything is suppose to be fun?"

"Well if life wasn't suppose to be fun, no one would want be to be alive, right?"

That comment must have angered him for the next thing you know he's a blur and I was forcefully thrown to the opposite wall.

"Enough with the jokes!" He yelled.
"You are cleaning this mess up, going downstairs, and maybe, just maybe, I won't tear your throat out."

I was about to respond but the color change of his eyes stopped me. I'm not as stupid as he thinks I am. I could take him in a fight but when he's like this I'm sure to get torn apart.

I walked away from the wall that now has a huge dent where I was thrown into.

"Fine, but I'm going out right after."

"Do what want later. Get yourself killed for all I care."

"Seems a little harsh even though I'll be doing most of the killing." I sneered.

"Get yourself a slave while you're at it. I don't wan—"

The sound of bells ringing stopped him mid-sentence.

"Huh. Rogues." He said instead. The ringing was an alarm that human rogues have been found nearby. Usually it means to stay inside so there isn't a blood bath. But to me it means only one thing.

Almost like he was reading my mind, my father turned to me instantly yelling, "Don't you dare!"

Before he even finished I was already at the window ledge. With eyes as red as blood itself and my fangs highly visible, I shot him a look saying, "What was that you said about self-restraint." And I jumped out of the window.

In a blur I headed towards the smell of fresh blood coming from the running rogues. Knowing I was getting closer I smiled like fucking maniac.

I guess I'll be able to finish my meal after all.

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