The Vampire And His People

Prologue

On the night of the full moon, magic could be seen in the air. Not the kind of magic that happens in Christmas miracles, but the kind that can make the realm of reality stop dead in its tracks. This was a night the demons and immortals of the occult had been waiting for; a mortal woman to carry their own kind. Wizards and witches from each side of wiccan society celebrated with fireworks and booze and women. The vampires celebrated with mortal slaves fighting to the death. Even the demons visited the mortal realm and created havoc for the many drivers on the streets.

Drakkar of the Glacier clan stood up from his throne just before the match of the mortal slaves. He sported a golden robe with white outlines carefully stitched to create a design of a mountain. His long beard was as white as snow and his glasses were battered and broken in several places. He was a man of respect and reason. A man with scraggly hair and long fingernails handed Drakkar a microphone. The scraggly haired man leaned into Drakkar's ear and whispered. Drakkar's eyes lit up and and he pushed his long beard over his shoulder with haste in his movements. Everyone gently whispered throughout the stadiums. Everyone hushed once Drakkar cleared his throat.

"I trust that everyone is having a great Travel Day!" Drakkar shouted with a half grin.

The crowd howls and hoots into the cold air. A majority of the vampires place their fist into the sky signaling the night of the Full Hunter's Moon or also known as Travel Day. Feeling assured, Drakkar joins the massive crowd and also throws his fist into the air, representing his long-lost brothers of blood. The man with shaggy hair beside Drakkar signals for everyone to quiet down, but it's useless the crowd starts cheering for the full moon. Drakkar lowers his fist and the cheering stops. All is quiet in the arena.

"I have received news that the boy with the mortal mother is born and he is a vampire." The crowd shouted and cheers rose to the highest level possible. Some of the more religious vampires thanked the gods of blood and darkness.

Drakkar once again cleared his throat and all shouting and praising came to a dead hault. A smile broke across his face as he looked over to his left. A tall man stood up. His hair was blue and he wore a black leather jacket with chains through his ears. He looked like a gothic teenager with a nose ring and a spiked bracelet. His eyes were yellow and he reeked of metal and blood.

"My son Kindred, will retrieve the boy and mentor him to become the savior he is prophesied to become."

Kindred looked over to his father with dismay. Anyone could see that he wasn't particularly honored to take on the task, but he had no choice.

One man stood up with anger on his face. His expression was snotty. "My lord, I would gladly take your son's place," the man said trying to suppress his anger.

"You are a fool to speak to the lord like that," Shouted the tall man with the scraggly hair.

"Now, calm down Felix I'm sure he meant no harm," Drakkar said, pulling on Felix's shoulder.

"I am yours to command my lord," the man bowed so low that he was nearly touching the floor of the stadium.

"Would you please take your hood off good sir so I can see who you are?" Drakkar asked.

"A man of your status shouldn't be bothered with the likes of me, I am far too hideous for your precious eyes my grace."

Felix placed his hand on his gun concealed in a strap on his leg. He quickly unbuckled the button slipped the gun out and pointed it at the cloaked man.

The cloaked man chuckled as he put his hand in the air grasping just the air. Everyone seemed confused. Felix turned around and Drakkar was on the ground struggling for air. Everyone was at a complete shock.

"Guards on your mark!" Felix shouted into his left wristwatch. Still holding his pistol aimed at the neck of the perpetrator.

Only the guards knew what that meant. There was a guard at each angle of the stadium who placed a silver bullet into their sniper rifles. If they missed a civil war among the vampires would be a dire consequence. They each waited for the signal.

Felix felt like the realm would never be the same. He aimed his pistol right at the hooded man's throat. It was a risk taking a shot at this moment. Everyone was still in the stadium shocked.

"Kindred get everyone out of here now." Felix shouted Kindred grabbed the microphone and shouted,

"everyone out now". The entire stadium turned into bats and flew out into the night sky except Kindred. He was going to stay and watch the perpetrator die.

"Now!" shouted Kindred into his wrist watch. Each of the four snipers shot. The man pulled his hood back. His eyes were dark red and he had two small horns. His face was a light shade of blue and that is when Felix knew a bullet couldn't stop him. The bullets hit him and fell onto the floor like wads of paper.

Felix threw his gun down, he knew it would take magic to kill the Barnlebee. It was too late a cloud of smoke arose and the evil creature was long gone.

Felix quickly turned to Drakkar. His body was limp Felix called for a medical team on his wrist watch. He knew in the back of his mind it was far too late. No pulse means no life.