The Alpha Vampire

They say a man’s life flashes before his eyes when he is staring death in the face; well, I say it is bullshit. All that is staring me in the face are the barrels of three Colts. Now, did I foresee this happening? Well, of course, I did not come here to have a goddamn tea party. What was a casual exchange of threats has now only stepped up one level to where I am about to have my head blown off. Yet, Samuel underestimates my determination.

I have come too far and too long as Vampire Master to have a simple Hunter tell me what to do. I do not care; the way I see it, Book shall be mine. Now, if Samuel Colt does not want to listen, then I shall kindly remind him again.

“You can go right ahead and blow my brains out as much as you like, but you will give me that Book today.”

Well, now if I thought that he would listen, it only makes him more furious. With somewhat of a slight tremble, his voice reaches a pitch higher and echoes to every corner of the room, “Oh, believe me, I am going to blow your brains out, and then I am going to go and put a dagger through the little wife of yours heart.”

It takes all my control not to burst out in laughter; this man clearly does not know, “That little wife would not think twice to end your miserable life. The moment you pull that trigger, you will set something in motion that you will not be able to control. You might as well go and hide in your little hole where you came from.”

Perhaps I should not have insulted him, for the idiot is now bravely stepping one step closer. There is a wildfire burning in his eyes, “I will do whatever I want.”

Well, he is still clearly the same idiot he was when he was a few moments ago; he has not yet learned to shut his mouth and listen, “You will give me that goddamn Book. Can you not get this into your head?”

“Then my head must be as thick as yours, for I said that you are not getting it. And as I see it, Lucas, you are not leaving here today.” He grips his gun with the other hand and points it firmly at the center between my eyes, then he continues with the utmost rage in his voice, “You do not come into my house and disrespect me.”Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Now, if he thought that it would scare me shitless or make me even move an inch, he is sadly mistaken. I have killed far more men in my lifetime than he has ever seen; his little intimidating act is not even going to get a rise out of me. I came here with a purpose, and it seems that the plan behind the purpose has just changed.

So with only but one hand, I still hold my gun steady, not even blinking an inch. From what I can gather, dear old Samuel needs to grip two hands to obtain the perfect aim. And yes, I do find this amusing.

“It seems that you have some trouble handling your gun, Samuel. When last did you have that barrel against someone’s head?”

“I am not a ruthless killer as you, Lucas.”

“Oh,” I only but smirk at him as I see the sweat starting to build on his forehead. “I see that as taking what I want, and most of the time, it is mine.”

I watch as his hands start to begin to falter, he is cracking under pressure. I cannot help but smile to myself as I watch him crumble. As he seems to start losing that grip, I start to ready myself for my next step.

But then he speaks again, “So, you only want the Book?”

I only but laugh at him as I make one step closer, “Samuel, I already have said that. I am going to take it.”

“And what makes you so sure of that?”

“Because I am going to blow your fucking brains out.”

There is a complete silence that falls over the room; I can hear his short rapid breaths. His is taking strain; his heart is pounding at a rate that his body can’t handle. Samuel is weak, and he is vulnerable; he is a complete nobody.

But there begs the question, do I truly want to take the life of a man that has not done any wrong to me?

Though, he still has much to say, “So the great Lucas Lecarde married a little whore.”

And that is me, that restraint I thought I had composed, snaps. There is no fucking way I am dropping this.

But what is about to drop is Samuel’s gun as his hands are now truly shaking out of control. So with what seems like it is almost an inch of a second, I reach out my free hand and grip the barrel of his gun firmly in my hand. It only but takes one snap of his wrist, and I have him disarmed.

He stumbles backward into a counter; there is horror that creeps into his eyes as he furiously shouts at the two other men, “Do something. Fucking do something. Shoot him.”

With only in an arm’s length in his reach, I press the tip of the barrel against his forehead, “If anybody moves, then they are fucking dead.”

But in almost an instant, I watch as Samuel grabs a smaller gun strapped to his chest. Once again, with both hands, he aims straight at my forehead. Then I hear a click as he closes his eyes.

I stand firmly; I take the grip of my Ruger tight into my hands. The coldness of the steel sends adrenaline racing through my body. There is no greater feeling of power that surges through your veins. I feel completely invisible as I focus my eyes on Samuel. With only a slight touch of the trigger, there is a bullet that enters the chamber. I can feel it move as smooth as silk; then, what seems like less than an inch second, the gun slightly jolts as the bullet snaps out the chamber. I watch it travel with perfect precision and pierce into Samuel’s soft skin of his chest. As he falls backward, I move closer and pump another one in.

The other two men step backward as I come around the counter, “Fucking move, and I will kill you.”

Only moments later, Damien comes walking towards me as I stand over Samuel’s body, and within his hands, he is holding the very thing that I have been seeking. With one kick in the gut, I look at a man that is squirming from the pain, and yes, it gives me great satisfaction. So with a parting thought, I lean in closer, “You should have just given me the book.”

Satisfied that I have gotten what I wanted, I slowly drop the barrel of my gun; I take my jacket and fling it over my shoulder. I make my way out the front door and slide into the driver’s seat of the car. As I bring it to a roar, I can feel that adrenaline still pumping through my veins. That was intense and damn well crazy, and this is very clear in the eyes of Roberto that is staring at me in nothing but shock.

With a mumble, he places his one hand on my shoulder, “You are fucking crazy.”

“Yes, my dear brother.” I pause for a brief moment, “You are going to see what else is crazy when we get home.”

It is with great anticipation that we finally stop in the driveway. I watch as Cassandra comes rushing outside with clear worry on his face, “Lucas, where have you been?”

I turn to her with only but fury in my eyes, “Where have you been, Cassidy?”