Hybrid

Chapter 1

I was waiting. Waiting for 50 years to be awakened by my general and my lover. Not that I'm complaining, it's just that I'm going to be weak for a couple of days. I should never have taken a nap. All the time that I've been asleep, I've been dreaming about her. But a few times, I dreamt about someone I knew, an old friend.

"Hello Marcus." a voice said. As soon as he said those two words, with that old fashioned voice like a man that was about to torture you. "Why can't you just leave me alone Alex?" I replied. "Don't you have anything better to do besides haunting me in my sleep?"

"Nope. The reason why I'm haunting you is because I made a promise to my wife that I would watch you die, and would not stop till I do".

"Well maybe if you weren't so stupid, lived longer and actually settled down, you would have met someone who was better than your wife".

He fell silent and had nothing else to say to me. I kind of felt bad for what I said, and my human emotions got the best of me. "Sorry," I said with remorse. The problem was that I actually meant it. I always hate it when my human emotions get the best of me, makes me feel weak. "It's ok," Alex mumbled. He knew I meant that apology, he was trying to make me feel guilty. At least, that's what I think he was doing. It felt weird and I didn't like it. "Don't try to make me feel bad. It was just an apology, nothing more. Don't try to make it some kind of human relationship crap," I said with embarrassment. He started to chuckle. Which pissed me off a little. I can't believe that a Hybrid king would be embarrassed of what seemed to be an apology.

"So when are you going to be awakened?" Alex asked.

"I don't know. I should have been awakened about 50 years ago. Do you think that Rogan forgot where I hibernated?"

"No. Don't you remember? He was one of the guards that protected you from the town while you were ready to sleep as you have attended."

Alex was really crawling under my skin. He has been bothering me ever since I fell asleep. But then I started to remember what happened in Spain where I first met him. He had nobody... was nobody. I remember the first time I met him. It was around 1290 B.C. and he had such striking eyes. His eyes were as green as the fields of today's Scotland, his body in the shape of a slim hard worker. And his voice was as soft as baby's blood. He was a beautiful young man, so I decided to give him a chance by becoming a vampire. With my Hybrid power, I can decide whether to make a man a vampire, a werewolf, or both. When I turned him he was the happiest man in the world. I have never seen a man so happy in my lifetime. He was 21, which was the same age as I am.

One night, I went out hunting. It was about twenty years after I turned Alex, and I saw a person that looked delicious. I used my tactics, I slowly make him notice that someone is following him, then pounce like a cat on a toy. After I fed on him, Alex came over to see who I was feeding on, he's always curious like that. When he saw the face of my victim, his face just went from a face of playfulness, to a face of sorrow and rage.

What I did not know was that l had fed on his friend. l have met this mortal before, but l thought that he was just some rich human who has the taste of a sweet AB+ blood. He was enraged with the sight of the puncture wounds buried deep within the human's throat, with only one drop of blood coming from the wounds in his neck.

"How could you do this to me?!" he yelled. "Why would you feed on him when l told you to not feed on him?"

"I'm sorry Alex. But he knew too much about us. He had to die."

"Shut up you filthy demon! All you care about is yourself and that empty hunger of yours. I hope you rot in the underworld along with that whore you call a mate!"

He went too far that time. Just then l used my vampiric speed and grabbed ahold of his neck. He was struggling, trying to break free of my painful grip, but he could not. "Unhand me at once!" he comanded. "Certainly." I replied. and then, l threw him across the street and he was slammed into a house that was abandoned years ago. He finally had the chance to breathe but only for a minute. l rushed into the bulding with my speed and he was startled with me coming at him so fast.

"lf you want to kill me then do it already," Alex screamed.

Just then, l used one of my wings that l sprung from my back and struck him in the stomach, lifting him up to my face. "l wish to not kill you Alex," l said to him in a gentle tone. "You have to know that that man would have died whether l killed him or not." He didn't want to listen to me. All he could think about was that spoiled man and the spike of my wing stuck inside his stomach. Since he could not listen to reason, l said to him these last words: "l'm sorry Alex."

Just then l opened my jaws and ripped out his throat. He was both surprised and yet relieved. He was happy to die, l found that puzzling and annoying. When he took his last breath, l got myself an idea. When l took my wing out of him, l used a spell to bring his spirit back to the mortal realm. How l got these powers was because of a gypsy l met with strange powers. lt was about 2,000 years after I was turned into a vampire and 1,000 years after l was turned into a hybrid. She gave me the power to steal the magic from what is today called witches. As the years went by, l started harvesting the souls of the witches, and stealing their powers with them. But the true secret to a witches' power is their spell books. And l started collecting their books and their souls, becoming more powerful everytime l read them.

So after l used my spell to bring Alex's spirit back to the mortal world, he looked the same, only he was a ghost and not in a real body. "What have you done to me?!" said Alex in a moaning tone.

"l gave you life. This is your punishment for talking back to your king. And you will experience the pain and emotions of my victims as l suck them dry."

He did not like the fact of me putting this curse on him, but he should have listened to me. Whether l was threatening him or not.

Alex snapped his fingers to wake me up from the memory l had. l was back in the white room with nothing and no one except for me and Alex. We were then discussing the problem that was at hand; finding out why l have not been awakened yet. As we were in the middle of the discussion, l heard a familiar voice that was coming from the distance. "My lord, my lord. Wake up my king!" said the familiar voice. It was then when l started to fly away from Alex and coming through this hole. It was then l realized that l was being awakened.