Hunted By The Barbaric Vampire King

|1|~Slaughtered Sunday~

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Biggs POV.

I'm the bad guy.

I have my parents to thank for that. Some shit is unavoidable, especially when you come for where I come from or when you see what I have seen.

When you grow up like I have you tend to become all sorts of fucked up, it is what it is. That's life.

No one's life is peachy and squeaky fucking clean. No ones! No matter, what people like to present to people on the outside looking in.

Trust me! Don't you ever believe the hype!

I'm a realist and I've been around long enough to know that any living soul is capable of causing destruction. Most individuals of the species carry toxic traits.

Most people tend to place their selves before others and the ones who don't are capable of doing the same thing. The world that we live in is fucked up and so are the people that live in it. It's been that way for as long as I could remember, even before Slaughter Sunday. That's what my people like to call it.

The awakening occurred on the exact date of May 3, 2081. That was the day that the shadows cast by the moon fully blocked the brightness of the sun if you ask a human.

If you ask a werewolf it was the mysterious Luna-passing- day (in my ghost voice,)

Woo! Woo! Fucking, weird-ass fucks.

Those puppies and their superstition bullshit. Both of those species have always been extremely overdramatic, I'll tell you. It was a solar eclipse, people. I repeat a solar eclipse. Big fucking deal.

Anyway, on the bloody Slaughter Sunday, the bloodsuckers took over the world, popping up out of nowhere like the zombies used to do in those horrible zombie apocalypse television shows and movies that humans used to love.

I was a walking dead fan by the way!

Now, back to what I was saying the major cities were the first to fall, followed by everything else in between. The human military stood no chance, even with us hunters coming to their aid. We stood no chance either. We were slaughtered, like sheep, and cows were slaughtered at the pile.

They demolished us. Those bloodsuckers had a field day sinking their fangs into any and everybody's skin, ripping out hearts, and snatching off heads.

It was a real massacre. Bloody! That's why we call it Slaughtered Sunday, bodies were dropping like flies. Those mother fucking bloodsuckers slaughtered us and that was just on the first day.

On the second day, a national broadcast filmed the human world leaders being tortured and drained of their blood, one by one. Now, I'll be lying if I said that wasn't funny. That shit right there cracked me the fuck up. I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was trying to get the hell of a dodge when the live broadcast was being displayed for the world to see. The bloodsuckers golden sons tortured those assholes for hours and then finally ended them with a swift rip of their heads.

I remember shouting and fist-pumping while screaming off with their heads. That shit was epic.

That was the first and only time that I've ever agreed with the vampire's actions. I hated those rich bastards with a burning passion. So, fuck them! In my eyes, justice was served.