Prologue

The air was silent—as if the very gales of wind that would once occupy the air, had quieted in respect for something much more significant. However, in that unending and inevitable silence, there existed a sensation; an aura, that would send shivers down the bravest of people.  This was not an atmosphere which was simply scary, no it was one of a much more ominous and petrifying revelation—one in which a silent boy could cry.

The rain pattered against the pavement, each droplet leaving a reminiscent ripple that spread outwards from the epicentre of the impact. The sky was grey, so mundane and dark that the light from above could not penetrate such a barricade. The wind was silent, but the rain was not- in fact it was the only thing that broke the silence that had self-proclaimed itself as omnipotent.

And in such a foul weather that had brewed on what seemed a whim, a boy kneeled down, tender of age, his dark blonde hair soggy and unkempt, and his face staring hopelessly beyond. In front of him, on the dirty grass, was the bodies of two adults.

One was female, her body orientated so that her face was in the earth. She wore her nightwear, something so casual that it could not match to the spontaneity of the dire situation which had occurred. Her hair was also blonde, however now it was dirtied by the earth which clung to her in clumps like maggots feasting on rotting flesh. Her right arm was a few meters away from her surrounded in a pool of blood which was still fresh as its vile odor filled the boy’s nose.

Next to the woman was a man, appearing slightly older than the woman in age, but his body facing upwards to the sky. His head, which was separated from his body and strewn across the grass, was still stuck in a manner of complete and utter horror, so much that even after death he still appeared scared. He had a finely trimmed beard that had greyed, and circular spectacles which were had veins of cracks arching on them. On his body which was so mutilated that his clothes could not be determined, was several substantial gashes which tore apart his limp body. At the base of the neck, blood still seeped out, as if trying to taunt the observer.

“M-mommy? Dad..?” A single tear formed from his eye and rolled down his cheek which was bright red from shock. The single droplet ended its journey by falling from his chin and descending quickly amongst the other droplets of water around him.

But still, despite the severity of the situation, the young boy-his age undetermined- shook his head vigorously, his voice escaping as a small and pathetic chuckle,

“Haha, that’s not right mommy! Yo-you shouldn’t be like that!” The boy slowly crawled forward, his mind refusing to believe what was happening. Tears streamed down his eyes, and his whole body trembled vigorously as the ice cold rain scarred his body.

He raised his small trembling hands above his mother’s missing hand and brought it back to her body. Fumbling around, he tried to reattach the limb, each time from different angles but nothing happened. Only more and more blood had stained his hands and had seeped onto his shirt.

“Hmm?! Why doesn’t it attach? Surely it sh-“He stopped to look at his father.

“O-oh silly papa; you’re going to need that for l..later,” his voice trailed off pathetically as he lumbered to his father’s head. He picked it up in his hands and looked straight at the eyes which were brazen and glazed over.

…

Time seemed to slow down as he lost power in his arms. The rain around him ceased to move and the head stopped mid-air.

The very air around his entire body seemed to literally condense- harden, to a point so extreme that Arthur’s knees completely buckled underneath the gravitational pull that so clearly plagued his entire body.

*Crunch*

That was the sound of his kneecaps completely fracturing forcing him to the ground in a howl of pain that corrupted the peaceful pattering of the rain that had absolutely soaked every inch of his body, making his clothes stick to him like mucus. His eyes stung and was not able to see properly. But that could not equate to the pain that stung his heart, deep within.

“It…hurts…” his voice squeaked out, his knees and hands planted in the dirt.

Arthur could not cry anymore- in fact he did not have enough energy to scream nor talk. He could only stay there, hopeless and succumb to whatever fate had given him.

But he did not want to accept that fate. In fact, fuck fate! But this was not a story. He could not summon powers he had heard off other humans gaining in the news. He was one of those without powers- pathetic and shunned by society for being weak: even for someone without powers.

Arthur had now completely lost vision and the power in his legs. He dragged his body through the dirt in a desperate attempt to reach out for his parents’ bodies.

“Mummy, daddy, please don’t leave me! I- I need yo-ou.” Alas there was no point. Not like they were able to respond to his pleas anyway.

He reached out and felt something. It was soft but had a leathery and disgusting texture. The tips of his fingers moistened at the touch of the blood that seeped onto them.

Arthur smiled weakly and said in a voice that a mother would say to her baby, “Ah… There you are… mommy.” Truthfully he did not know who it was, but it he could only hope it was one of his parents.

…

A bright flash of light. So bright that even through closed eyelids, Arthur’s eyes was stunned temporarily. And then he craned his head upwards and looked in front of him, about 10 meters behind his parents.

And then he saw something that he had imagined to forget about. Something so awful and something he regrettable was visible.

It was his younger sister. 3 years younger than Arthur making him 11 years and her 9. Lily- her name- though was not alone. In fact her hands were reaching out, as if to grasp something that she required so much. But it was air- oxygen that was being deprived from her every second, turning her face a deeper shade of blue. Around her small and frail neck was a pale hand, so pale that it looked inhuman.

Well it was. It was hand whose fingernails were a deep shade of red and extended. But not aesthetically—no, they were sharp, so sharp that they could cut through metal. And the red was not polish but rather a colour that Arthur had been associated with just recently. Blood.

The hand belonged to a figure that held Lily a couple of feet the ground, where her legs dangled helplessly. The figure was at least 6 foot tall and had long beautiful white hair, reaching shoulders that were partly covered by a crimson, exotic red dress with frills that outlined the edges. The face of the figure was a woman’s. But not an ordinary face. It was not just beautiful like a model’s; it was a godly beautiful. Perfect, without any imperfections that would ruin the tranquillity of it. She was ageless, not too young but not too old. A mature but childish appearance that did not befit her aura that sent shivers down Arthur’s spine. Although her dress was crimson, the blood stains were still visible. It was she, who had killed his parents. It was her who had Lily in her hands- a small and defenseless girl.

“L-lily!” Arthur’s arm also reached out towards his younger sister. His voice was weak- but it did not matter, all that mattered was that his sister was safe.

Lily could not respond because she could barely breathe. Instead a few tears streamed down her cheeks. He hated seeing her like that. He was supposed to be the older brother; the one who protected his sister. But instead, her eyes, although red from crying, still showed a confident look: one that said ‘it would be alright’. Although younger and weaker, she was the one who would always defend him against the bullies that had picked on him.

But now, when she was the one in need all he could do was lie there, hopeless and useless. And he truly hated himself for it.

The mysterious woman holding Lily chuckled, bearing fangs that were sharper than steel daggers; so shiny that they reflected the moonlight perfectly. Her eyes store into Arthur’s- their bright orange texture taunting him with a gleefully painful agenda.

“Ara? And who may you be, little one?” Her voice was melodic but also deadly- a beautiful appearance but a putrid origin

“Give…her…b-back.” Arthur raked his hands into the ground and dragged himself forward. A sharp sound exploded outwards and a force of wind rocketed itself into Arthur’s body causing him to spit out blood. The woman who was once standing there, had dropped the small girl and darted forward so quickly that it had created a sonic boom. She was now directly above Arthur standing up, her worthy chest stuck out in delight. However those eyes that looked down on him were bloodlust…

She drove her heeled foot into Arthur’s back causing him to scream out in pain.

“B-brother!” Arthur could hear the cry from his sister somewhere, but he was already losing consciousness.

“Since you won’t answer my question, I’ll ask you another.” She said through grit teeth, obviously annoyed at this idiot’s ignorance.

“Do you know who I am?”

“A… A vampire.” Arthur didn’t have to think twice. He knew that vampires co-existed in this world with humans- for he had seen them before- walking around casually, doing mundane things, having a laugh and chattering with friends. Just like humans: harmless. But this vampire was the opposite of harmless- in fact she was the epitome of evil.

She chuckled and continued, “You are indeed correct child.

She kneeled down slightly, her beautiful dress creasing and parting at her snow-white legs. Arthur spat out some blood which splattered onto the floor. Her slender finger traced Arthur’s face, following his chin exactly causing him to recoil backwards.

She leaned in forward and parted her lips at his ear to whisper, “Do you know why I am here, child?!”

“F-fuck y-“

She drove her fist into his chest so quickly that he had no chance to scream from shock as two of his ribs was crushed.

*Cough Cough*

“I am here,” she started through grit teeth, “because of your sister in particular. Your sister is very special for a vampire of elite blood such as myself.”

She grinned devilishly, exposing the two signature extended canines which protruded about two inches downwards, right above a slightly forked tongue which quivered slightly at the odour of blood around her.

“Venuala Stalaz” Arthur muttered, his whole body grimacing at the increasing pain and the fading of his consciousness. It was not unusual to not hear of her name, especially in the news. She was one of the 4 elite underworld Vampiric overlords- based in northern parts of the country and controlling the government through illegal means, they were able to stay top of the food chain.

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She smiled: “Ah, it seems you are not completely foolish human. The Stalaz family is always on the search for blood of significant taste and viscosity. Blood that is delicious and purges all the impurities of our soul. And if you haven’t guessed, your sister is the perfect candidate! Unfortunately for you, you’re fucking brain dead excuse of parents got in the way when we tried to peacefully take her and give her a life of pleasure. So of course I gave my grunts the pleasure of obliterating them.”

She laughed demonically and then behind her, two other men appeared. They both wore extensive black raincoats which covered their appearance, all though through the clouded mist of the rain, Arthur was able to be granted a glimpse of red clothing- similar to the colour of Venuala’s dress.

One of the men looked towards Arthur and a ghoulish smile spread across his face. He then turned to Lily who laid across the floor, presumably completely fatigued.

The shorter and stockier of the two, picked up Lily by her collar and then threw her a few meters onto the dirt again, completely dirtying her and making her scream in pain.

“G-get the fuck off of her!” Arthur shouted out. Of course they did not listen.

“Ah- I don’t remember giving you permission to speak, young one!” She said ecstatically. Her foot drove into Arthur’s chest.

The lankier of the two men giggled and asked, “Mistress, oh mistress! Please could you be so kind to let us have a little fun?!”

“But of course! She is ours to share! But don’t damage the merchandise to much or your fucking dead Julio!”

It made Arthur boil inside, that those scumbags would dare to treat his sister as if she was a sack of meat. But then again, to them, that’s what she was.

Arthur wanted to fight back but he could not. He wanted to protect her but he could not. All he could was sit there, like a pathetic coward and accept the fate that had been forced onto him. But he did not want to.

No he was not going to let it happen. But what could he do?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Terror, fear, futility, depression, anxiety, guilt. All emotions that stung him non-stop, bombarding every part of his consciousness. It taunted him- that was the worst part- the fact that he knew that there was no help coming.

So instead, he pleaded.

“P-please- I’m begging you Miss! Take me instead. My-my sister, she’s the only thing I have left. The-“

“Idiot!” You think I want someone as worthless as you?!” She snarled at Arthur.

Arthur looked yonder, behind the woman, where the two men and his sister stood, in the pouring rain. He desperately tried to scramble to his feet, like a small mammal escaping a predator’s grasp, but the woman (Despite her frame) easily managed to keep the small boy face down on the dirt.

“Tsk Tsk. Did I say you could interrupt? My boys do need to earn their pay check somehow? Oh and don’t worry me and the other 11 will be sure to accommodate her appropriately.” A blatant lie of course.

But the lie did not matter currently as Arthur could only sit and squirm helplessly as he gazed upon the horrific scene which would inevitably ensue.

“P-please…don’t. Im begging you *sniff* don’t hurt her…” His voice trails off.

The taller man clicked his fingers and upheld his right arm. Black mist formulated around it and suddenly several blue sparks rocketed off his palm.

“Milkar Fvlovnir” He uttered in a strange foreign voice that seemed not to be his own.

Then, suddenly, a baseball bat materialised in his hand- the particles slowly connected to each other at first and then accelerating in connection speed until it formed the shape of a 40 inch metal baseball bat.

The tall man, who with the flick of his head revealed his face momentarily- which had blonde hair, blue eyes and ageless face- grinned and swung the baseball bat in a circular motion.

The ‘mistress’ silently nodded towards the shorter figure who nodded in response and proceeded to pick up the limp girl’s body by the arms and held her on her hands and knees.

The man holding Lily by her hands licked his shrivelled lips and whispered into her ear, “Oi, I’m gonna get some fun outta yer, little bitch.”

“Oh god no. Please”

The man with the baseball bat twirled his finger in front of his temple and hopped around a bit, in excitement for what was coming.

Arthur knew what was coming, but he refused to believe that it would. He clenched his eyelids shut and bit into his tongue so hard that it bled.

But Venuala did not accept that. She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and brought him to watch.

“Wh-why?”

“Why? Did you not know? Vampires also like to feed off fear! In fact it’s considered quite a delicacy-especially when the victim experiences such levels of it that it drives him insane!” She cackled, her true voice becoming more apparent as if she were about to climax.

Vampires are disgusting creatures.

The batter wiped his gloved hand over his mouth as if already tasting the blood of the human girl below him already.

“Hmmm. Today I think I’ll go for a leg shot!”

He brought up the bat and lifted tightly wrapped both his hands around the handle. The shaft of it was held perpendicular to his shoulder blades, at a slight angle facing downwards behind him. His elbows, at a right angle, were poised perfectly- as if he had trained all his life.

Arthur knew that vampires co-existed with humans. He knew that some were peaceful and accepted whilst others committed crimes just like humans.

And then he struck. So quick that the eye could not see. The bat swung downwards and came into sudden impact with her lower left knee with a shuddering crunch sound.

“NOOO!” Arthur leaned forward violently, and tried to get out of her grasp but of course it was futile. He knelt there, his head and body arched forward, facing the ground as his tears were given a clear path to fall.

Lily also screamed, but she did not have as much energy to do so.

He knew that not all vampires should be stereotyped as those who did wrong. But Arthur did not care.

The batter drew back, his bat not only cracked from the impact but also drenched in the red blood of the girl. Arthur could see the disgusting stares of the vampires all look at the blood.

The batter drew the edge of the bat to his face and brought out his tongue slowly whilst inhaling the scent of the liquid that stained his weapon. Only the tip of his tongue came into contact with the blood, but visible ecstasy spread across his entire body. He convulsed in pure pleasure- his breath becoming heavy and panted like an animal.

“Truly… exquisite.” Even in his voice, the pleasure was so obviously laced.

Arthur could even feel the longing from the monster above him.

Vampires, golems, succubus. All other demons should receive the same hatred that harbored within Arthur.

The ‘mistress’ extended out her right arm, revealing her beautiful and perfect skin colour, and kept on moving it till her finger was a few centimetres away from the quivering face of Arthur.

“You…f-fucks….”

She simply giggles in response and then digs her nail right above his left eye, slightly above his eyebrow. Arthur felt blood trickle down from the puncture, obscuring the vision of his left eye. He grunts in response despite the heavy paralysis his entire body is experiencing from shock.

She smirks and then drags her fingernail slowly, diagonally across his face, gashing into the bridge of his nose, onto his cheek and ending by his chin. Arthur screamed relentlessly in pain and anguish. But still, the vampire couldn’t help but laugh as she stood back up.

“I swear; Ill fucking kill of you, you vampire fucks! I-I…”

“Oi mistress! Can I end his life- oh can I, can I?!” The taller one excitedly exclaimed.

“Hmmm. Although the thought of ending this pathetic weasel’s life is delicious, I can’t help but think-“ She stopped to lick her lips seductively and continued, “But that latest statement he made despite me beating the shit out of him, made me somewhat excited.”

She hops backwards, easily traversing a few meters, in front of her two grunts and Lily. She snatches the girl off the shorter man. She lifts her up by her hair and brings Lily’s face right next to hers.

“G-get off h….”

Arthur reached out his hand in front of his face, as if to grasp at the kidnappers who had took his beloved little sister from him. Those who had killed his parents and disgraced their bodies by mutilating them without mercy. And he was not there to protect them.

Hatred- such a high amount, that it had blinded every other logical sense he had within his mind. An emotion that would outmatch that of love.

The vampire licked the cheek of the younger girl who quivered in response.

“And we will make sure we take care of her! Please come and stop by sometime!”

Just as Arthur lost consciousness, he could only think of one thing:

Those who have wronged me and my family, will pay.

Vampires and demons alike will die.