A few years ago you wouldnt have looked twice at a guy like me, I was a 36-year old homicide detective for Caldwell Police Department with a taste for booze, sex, and fighting.
But that changed, see these fuckers brought me into their lives and turn...
Leaning over the basin, the hot water cascading downwards as steam raised misting over the mirror, I breathed in slowly before finally looking up, a foggy outline of my face looking back. Running my hand across the glass the image of myself stared back, lines around darkened eyes, rough unshaven face, quickly I reached down into the water and cupped some before splashing myself. Looking up slowly, water dripping off every inch I recoil in horror as a face I hoped had left me stared back. Cut and bruised, angry and bitter, a face I hoped was lost.
2 Years before
After arriving in Rome and settled myself into the hotel but wanted to jump straight into work. A few months before I had lost Marissa, her death had caused me to loss a part of me and Wrathh's idea to help me was to send me to Europe in hopes that time away from Caldwell would help me grieve.
Night had already fallen and the knock at the door told me it was time to meet with the European Glymera. Wrathh had already warned me that he had no clue how they would accept me, he hadnt spent much time with them but I didnt care, I just needed to get away from home.
Pulling up to a building that put the Manse to shame I stepped out of the blacked out car and was lead into the place and through I dont know how many rooms till I entered a great hall. In the centre was a circle of chairs and on each chair sat a vampire, each one screamed ancient, powerful vampires. Stepping closer I bowed my head and waiting for them to speak.
"You are sent by Wrathh, Son of Wrathh from Caldwell?" Slowly looking up, unsure where the voice had come from I just nodded "I am, he wished to apologise for his absence but with the omega problem there right now he has found it hard to get away" Mumbling between them then filled the room before they all nodded and silence filled the room once again. My gut flipped, something was off. "You are what was sent in his place? Your not even full vampire, are we wrong?" I swallowed and clenched my teeth, it wasnt the first time my lineage had come up by the Glymera but these guys made me feel ... well dirty. "No .. I was turned with blood ritual, but my blood has been tested to be in the same line as Wrathh." Louder mumbling this time before the one I am assuming as the head huncho stood hushing them all in seconds. "How dare you even think you are worthy enough to be in our presence" I didnt even have a chance to speak, two huge fuck off males clamped my hands in chains "What the fuck? seriously you best fucking get these off me" The room filled with laugher. "Oh you will be fun in the arena" Arena? what the fuck?
Waking up I found myself back to now and sat fully clothed in the bath, my heart racing and my whole body shook. Tears started to roll down my cheeks and drip into a bath that I dont even remember running. "What the fuck is going on with me?" I whispered to myself hoping an answer would appear from nowhere.
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Leaning over the basin, the hot water cascading downwards as steam raised misting over the mirror, I breathed in slowly before finally looking up, a foggy outline of my face looking back. Running my hand across the glass the image of myself stared back, lines around darkened eyes, rough unshaven face, quickly I reached down into the water and cupped some before splashing myself. Looking up slowly, water dripping off every inch I recoil in horror as a face I hoped had left me stared back. Cut and bruised, angry and bitter, a face I hoped was lost.
