Pieces

Revenge

"..... Jasper....."

The whisper wakes me from my sleep. Good thing my sleep is dreamless. Otherwise I should've dreamed about that morning, every day. That morning... a full vampire century ago...

Those where amazing times. I was invincible. Humans feared me and vampires respected me. I was the head of my clan.

I wonder what would happen if my clan sees me like this. Rotting away in my coffin, the ancient moonstone stolen, the kingdom demolished. What would they think? What would she think...?

She, whom I had to set on fire by my own hands. Because it was a more easy way to die than becoming wolf feed. Vampires burn instantly. The wolves are savages.

"........Jasper......."

My name echos in my head. It's her. She's calling me from the dead. She called me like this when I had taken out my sword, Vyssiní to attack the wolves but one of them bit my leg. She had called me like this when she saw that defeat was near. We were burning in the sun. It was draining out energies. And the wolf clans had forged an alliance. I had known they hated my rule. I was spreading my turf and taking over their lands in the process.

But I hadn't expected this.

...The attack at noon... mates asleep in their coffins, woken up by the sound of howling.... males dying trying to defend their families.... children and females taken hostages to be fed on later.... my palace burned to ash, my servants and maids in it.... my children slaughtered in front of my eyes.... my mate's smile as she burned right in front of my eyes....

That wretched morning...

Only I survived. And the wolves put me in my coffin, and buried me in this human graveyard. And that's why I'm healing slow, and the fire of vengeance is getting stronger and bigger every passing second.

I am Jasper Blackwood. The word giving up is not in my dictionary.

I have it all planed. Once in a vampire century, every person ever buried without a proper funeral, comes out of their coffins, awakened. These vampires are strong yet easy to manipulate. I shall rise from my grave too, then I shall make an army of the newly awakened. The strongest, most vicious army of the whole vampire history. I will attack them in their sleep too, and take over everything. That day, the streets of the wolf turf will be crimson from their own blood. No mercy will be shown

My ancestor, Atticus Blackwood, had left some of them alive when he had taken over these lands, back in his time. His decision was wrong. And the Alpha wolf's decision to let me live was the worst.

Now he, Orpheus Mackenzee, the Alpha of the wolf clan, will see his doom. I shall take over his turf, I shall take back the sacred ancient moonstone and I shall end the whole generation of the wolf clan.

....the Vampires shall rise again.