As a fellow vampire, I can earnestly say that our kind hate the way we are forced to sleep. The sun for us is like a switch that toggles all of our senses off and on. When it rises in the sky, our bodies become nothing but corpses with our self-awarness instantly gone. When it is hidden by the darkness of the night, we once again turn into the mighty predators. There are no dreams, not even a void which could give our minds time to rest, the whole process is absurdly abrupt. Not to mention the state of helplessness during the daytime. This whole thing only applies to the pure-bloods, though. We are the only true vampires, without a taint of humane in our blood. The halflings, the fragile creatures created by our wishes, just feel light-headed and have their abilities scaled down a bit. Guess that's the universe keeping us from becoming too powerful.

It's 12:07 now, mere moments have passed since I regained consciousness. I read this book once, with a such strange world described on its pages. For once, the day and night were not equal in length there, their duration depending on the season. That's just ridiculous. No wonder the author could only gift away this piece of fiction to the library.

"Come in, ", I say after hearing a knock on the door.

It's Donna in her default clothes: black cargo pants and a same coloured shirt. She never were nor beautiful, nor pretty. She has a large nose, likely due to her Afarian heritage, paired with a little mouth and a small chin. Her hazel eyes are round, same as her forehead. Her short hair is brown, which is terribly mismatched with her complexion. Well, she at least can pass for a human with a bit of make up on. It is something of which I was deprived years ago.

"Good evening, Master.", - she greets me respectfully, with her head bowed. Of all the half-bloods at my disposal, Donna has been with me the longest. She used to babysit me when I was a child, before all that brutal stuff happened to her family. When I found her again, a month into my current condition, she was thirty-two with her soul completely shattered. I just could not jump in at the opportunity. The prospect of acquiring an absolutely loyal servant was so alluring, I even disobeyed my maker's wishes.

"Charlie and the others are waiting for you downstairs.", - she says, - "Would you like to feed beforehand?"

"I'll eat during the raid.", - I answer, simultaneously putting my hooded red robe and a mask on. It is the only way for me to be in public, unless I were to use the hiding abilities vampires are so notorious for. I am not that good with magic, to be honest.

"Sure you don't need me there?" - Donna asks, while clinching her fists.

Her uncontrolled lust for battle, her naked desire for murder is too obvious, just as always.

"Too risky. I need you alive, you know that.", - That's one of the reasons. Halflings are much more vulnerable than full vampires, hence Charlie running away from nothing more than regular firearms. Another one is that Donna would probably kill bloody everyone, taking all the fun for herself.

"I understand", she says with a sigh, "Don't die out there, Master."

"Don't make me laugh, Donna." - I reply to her with a sincere smile on my, once handsome, but now horrifying face.

I'm in a car right now, a jeep big enough to fit six of us, and Charlie is riding a motorcycle close behind. He loves that bike too damn much.

"What's the plan, Master?" - says Dylan, probably the only one in this vehicle with chances to survive his first vampiric year. He is a short man, around five foot seven, with a stocky build, bald head and a thick black beard. I would've made him the leader of this little gang instead of Charlie, but Dylan's smarts could not compensate for the unacceptable softness in his heart.

"Sure. We go in, kill everyone and get out."

"Master, are you certain that -" - he is getting nervous as he speaks, probably remembering how the bullets hurt him yesterday.

"Relax," - I interrupt him, "I'm kidding. I'll deal with the vamps, while you go invisible and take out the humans. It should be dark enough there for it to work."

Dylan, after thinking for a moment, nods.

"Would you be okay against fifteen of them?"

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I recruited Dylan about six months ago and in all this time, I haven't really fought. There was never a need, before that obnoxious fairy lady and her meathead of a husband came into my life. So it's understandable for Dylan to doubt my abilities, having never witnessing them in person.

"Do you know why my senses are so dull and my magic is so weak?" - I ask him.

"Can't say that I do, sir."

"Cause it's all went into the physical." - I tell him with a smirk. He decides to focus on the road then.

It's about half an hour later, our group is standing before the entrance to "The Purple Planet". Since the outing of the supernatural, no one is going outside in the dark anymore. Don't get me wrong, there is a shit ton of paranormal assholes lurking in the day too, but in the night our number grows considerably. A halfling, whose name I would not even bother to pronounce, is just about to break the glass door when I shout at him.

"The fuck you doing, you dumbass?"

He looks at me, confused, with a brick in his hand.

"You do know there is a loud alarm enabled, right?"

"Sorry, Master.", he says, embarrassed.

Were it not for the limit of how many I could sire, I would most definitely massacre the idiot.

"Look for another entry,", - I tell them, - "the Coven's vamps must have a way to sneak inside when the door is locked."

It takes us additional fifteen minutes to find a hidden way to the mall through another building. A way, about which the tiny Thomas conveniently kept silent. We are now descending down the stairs into the basement, with me in the lead. We also already know that the basement is empty. It's quiet in there, as is in an unhaunted graveyard.

"Where is everyone?", asks Charlie, while looking around.

That's the question I would've like answered myself. All of this is rather disappointing. I really was looking forward to some bloodshed. It's obvious that's vamps lived here until recently, with all the syringes for blood transfusions and chains for starving lying around. It's also obvious, that no one is here now. Just how did the Coven knew to flee? It's highly unlikely that anyone of mine blabbed. I am too good of a leader for such a thing to happen. It was also impossible for them to suspect Thomas's ratting, with him being kidnapped just a night ago. Is this whole thing is a mere coincidence? Does someone else hunt the Coven?

My thoughts are cut short when I hear the footsteps coming from the fashion shop above. I can also feel the distinguished smell of gunpowder in the air. Looks like I'd get that fight after all.

"Armed humans, about two dozen in about two minutes" - I yell, not any other words necessary. I have, at least, taught my half-bloods the basic stuff.

When the door bursts open, I am completely ready. First two never stood a chance, with me being so close. I tear their tracheas out with my bare hands and quickly side step to the left, just before a rain of bullets starts pouring down. I summon a black mist, which immediately transforms into an emitting darkness axes. I throw them, killing another two. Then, I rush forward with all my speed and knock a few down on the stairs, before ripping them to pieces. In such tight quarters, this is not s battle, but a slaughter. One after one, the uniformed soldiers fall lifeless on the ground. My resummoned axes easily pierce through whatever protection they have, while theirs weapons barely penetrate my skin. The burly man with pumped shotgun is the only one to give me trouble, severing a part of my jaw. He also nearly pisses himself when it grows back in a matter of seconds. I can't help but grin then.

"Damn," awed Charlie laughs, inspecting the aftermath, - "Been too long since I saw you in action, boss."

Everyone else has the same reaction, expect for Dylan. That lad would puke, if he could.

"Search them", I order, "We need to find out who the hell this is."

There are no identifying features on them whatsoever. All men wear kevlar vests, balaclavas and the same heavy boots. However, I have noticed something strange during the fight. All of them were way faster then humans have any right to be. I would go so far as to say that they were on par with someone like Dylan, at least in terms of speed. This fact raises a suspicion in my mind, suspicion that I really hope is wrong.

"Found anything?", - I question the bearded halfling, who is crouched over the corpse, holding a weapon.

"The rifles, Master."

"What about them?"

"It's not the kind that you could buy at the black market. This is government's stuff." - asserts Dylan and puts the gun down.

Oh, fuck me.

"I think this guys are CNS." - he declares.

Why the fuck does this kind of stuff always happens to me?