Nyx: The Demon Princess

We Meet at Journey's End

Nyx

The Demon Princess

Chapter 1-We Meet at Journey's End

"Did you hear the news?"

David looked up from his book at his friend Jacob, who was sitting across the small but fancy white table from him. Adjusting his glasses, he asked, "What news?"

"About that massive fight over in Ceta. It was between a group of hunters and a vampire coven." Jacob said. "I heard it was really violent. A lot of people got hurt during the battle."

"By who? The hunters or the vampires?" David asked.

"The vampires obviously. The hunters wouldn't hurt innocent people." Jacob snorted.

David rolled his eyes. "Please, Jacob, there have already been several cases of civilians getting hurt because the hunters didn't know how to aim at a moving target. For all the fuss they make about being humanity's defense against the "creatures of the night" they really do a good job of hitting everyone but the creatures they're hunting."

Jacob gave his friend a dull look, unimpressed with his friend's reply. Comments like that probably would've gotten him beaten in an alley or punched in the nose, but he had a feeling that David didn't care. "With that kind of attitude, you'd be drained by a vampire in a heartbeat, David. It'd be easy with your head in all those books."

"We can't all be strapping young lads skilled in rugby, Jacob. And I read these books because they're an escape from how ungodly disappointing humanity's become." David replied.

"You'd best watch your words, David. Talk like that might piss off the Order." Jacob grinned.

"Don't worry, those buffoons would self-destruct from their own stupidity before they even get to me."

Jacob laughed loudly, drawing attention from several nearby tables at the café he and David were having tea at. David could give most gothic writers a run for their money in the dreary and dull department. He almost always wore dark colors, wore his dark brown hair long to his ears and had an interest in fantasy and horror novels. Jacob was a tall and muscular young man who took part in the most physical of sports, was generally outgoing and boisterous and had tons of friends. They were as different as night and day and yet somehow they've been friends since college.

It wasn't as if David didn't have good reason to act so...disconnected from the rest of the world. The world hasn't really done him any favors these past two years.

"But going back to earlier, I've never seen a vampire before." Jacob continued, idly sipping on his tea with a lazy expression on his face. "I mean, do you think that they're like all those stories? Pale, hates sun, hides in the shadows and all that?"

"Those stories are all hogwash. Vampires don't look any different from us. We've probably run into at least one back in our school days without even knowing." David said. "It's not like they're going to jump out and say "I'm a vampire!"."

"True, that does defeat the purpose of being a predator." Jacob sighed looked at his friend long and hard.

David tried to ignore his friend's staring but eventually he found it had to focus and slammed his book closed. "What is it now?"

"You need a girl, mate." Jacob said it with such a straight face that even David couldn't keep his composure.

"I-I'm sorry?!" He exclaimed.

"You need a girl. You're going to end up old and alone in that big mansion of yours with no one but those dusty old books keeping you company. Or worse, stuck with some unattractive cougar your parents decide to set you up with." Jacob leaned forward and grinned. "I just so happen to know a couple of ladies who are very interested in—"