All is Fair in Love and War

The prince of Vampires

This was it. This was the beginning.

The pale boy was sitting cross legged on his luxurious king sized bed when he heard the news.

 "Your highness, if I may, the squads have returned, they have brought hostages; I came to inform you just as instructed."

 "Thank you."

  Death the Kid, Prince of the Vampire race, rose from his bed. Today was the day he would finally prove his worth to his father.

 He had waited months for this moment, year's maybe. He was going to kill his first Witch. Once he proved to his father, that he was worthy, his honourable father would place him next in line, instead of his despicable, disgrace of a brother, Asura. Kid was far more suited to the role anyway, and his first order of business would be to kick his brother out of his palace.

 He strolled into the weaponry chamber, taking his time. He would like to kill the beast bare handed, but he wasn't stupid enough to go in without a weapon. Plus, this was no ordinary opponent. He picked up a long, pointed dagger still stained with blood.

 He had specifically requested for his troops to bring back one particular Witch. This Witch was rumoured to be brutal, skilled, and deadly. If he could slay the beast that had killed so many of his brethren before him, his father wouldn't hesitate to give him the crown.

 He was nervous though. He had been trained to fight by some of the most powerful vampires in the squads. Kid was an expert of sorts, yet that knowledge didn't settle his nerves.

 When he was little, he thought killing was wrong. He believed that all but sinners had the right to live. That was before he killed his first human, and the adrenalin and bloodlust had never ceased since then.

 He walked down the staircase, leading to the main dungeon. By now the prisoner would be bound by chains. Maybe he would be struggling; maybe he had already accepted his fate.

 No one who entered the Death City dungeons escaped. Well, at least not alive.

 He stopped at the designated cell, number 88, just like he had requested. He carefully slid the dagger that he had chosen into its sheath, and prepared himself to enter.

 He stood for a moment.

 He breathed in.

He breathed out.

 "Open the doors please. I wish to enter."

"Yes your highness."

The guards quickly got to work unlocking the cell door. Kid slid inside, quietly.

The Cell was pitch black, but Kid's nocturnal eyesight allowed him to see. He gazed at the wall, where a figure limply hung by their hands. For a split second, Kid thought the prisoner was already dead, until he heard the rapid increase of its heartbeat.

It was indeed a witch. It could sense his presence.

The prisoner's body stiffened in awareness as Kid approached. He silently lurked over, like a predator to its prey. Kid decided that he was going to remove the blindfold. He wanted to see the defeat in the Witch's eyes.

He reached a hand up cautiously, as if the Witch was going to burn it off at any minute.

He had heard stories about the lecherous Witch kind. Apparently they smell of rotting corpses, and that their appearance could curdle milk.

His hand made contact with the things face, it began to tremble. What was this? Some sort of trickery?

He pulled the blindfold off in a harsh manner, ripping out strands of hair in the process.