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SETH OSIRIS POV

The smell of warm blood permeated the air as I stepped into the dimly lighted pub. I got a kick out of the lighting and the warm cozy feel of the room as I scanned the whole length and breadth of it.

I preferred to hunt when it was dark but today I was feeling too thirsty to wait for the night. It was still early in the morning and the sun had not yet risen.

The scent of blood had led me here and I wasn't going to leave until I satisfied my cravings. It would have been spectacular if it was darker, or deeper in the woods where no eyes could see.

I choose the night to hunt for my prey and it was all because I loved the way the breeze blew over me and my victim, it fed my sadistic nature when they struggled, thinking that they could ever get away. I've killed a few in the heat of the moment but I've learned to be more controlled as I aged.

Right now my gaze was focused on a guy seated at the end of the booth quietly drinking. He was the one giving off the scent. He had beautiful grey eyes, long hair, and delicate features. Most times I preferred my victims struggling but other times I wanted them pliant and submissive. When I was in the latter mood I always ended up killing those who struggled too much. Some prey were strong-willed, they fought until the end even though they knew they could never win. It was fun.

Eyes were on me from all sides as I approached the pretty one. The lust in the room became suffocating and it was all directed toward me.

The guy sensed me approaching and suddenly looked up as I got closer.

It was as expected. I had a sought of pull that made people stop and stare. A beautiful blush crept up his neck and then deepened when I held his stare. His heartbeat increased making his blood pump harder. His scent filled my nose as I subtly inhale.

He got fidgety the closer I got and his pheromones mixing with the blood pulsing in his veins made my fang ache.

"Pretty one" I called staring intently at him before taking hold of his jaw gently. He gasped audibly and I could hear all the sexual thoughts that ran through his head. He was also questioning his sexuality and that was interfering with his total submission to the power of my seduction. I smiled, enthralling him further before I leaned toward him until our faces were an inch apart.

"I don't care if you're a gay or not, pretty one. I'll be feeding on you tonight, and let's be honest, everyone is a little gay. You can just let it take over now" I assured in my husky voice.

"Umm..I..." He stammered and I gave him a charming smile that had him almost swooning judging by the rate at which his heart had sped up. I leaned close to his ear taking a gentle whiff. My fangs elongated a little.

"Follow me" I ordered and he nodded, already under my spell. I took his hands and he obeyed without question.

We both entered the bathroom and the door clicked close behind us and then I was kissing him. He was surprised but this was part of his fantasy coming through, so he surrendered, melting against me. I loved that from a prey. I held him delicately, careful not to damage him too much, I might come back for more of such alluring blood. He got bolder, and his hands roamed over my body, tracing muscles, his war with his sexuality forgotten.

I grabbed both of his hands and held them against the wall biting at his lips and drinking some of the blood that trickled down. He groaned, rubbing against me and I smirked. His heart was thrumming loudly and when I kissed down his neck, he struggled to free his hands. He must want to touch me.

I bite down a bit on his pale skin and his moans of pain and pleasure were heavenly. His eyes clenched shut as he gave in to the sensation building up in his body. My hand went over his mouth at the same time I sank my fangs into his warm pulsing vein.

Shocked and aroused, he screamed into my hand. His pain mixed with ecstasy. I was delirious at the feel of his blood slipping down my throat. It felt like a cool drink of ice-cold water after roaming through the desert for weeks on end.

I drank just enough and let him go. He fell to the floor looking very pale and I wondered if I'd miscalculated and taken too much. Listening to his heartbeat, I knew he was going to be alright.

I kneeled over him, caressing his hair. "I'll be back pretty one" I murmured into his ears. I pinched my fingers and two drops of blood fell on his neck. The bite mark disappeared.

I stroked his hair, a smile on my face. I was in a good mood because his blood had been sweeter than the last I had. "Forget about me and our encounter. You won't remember any of this, pretty one" I whispered in his ear then stood up. He would probably wake up with a bad headache. He won't be like me tho.

To turn a human into a vampire, it required us to drain the victim dry and when they were almost dead, we released venom from our fangs into them. The vampire venom going into their heart as they took their last breath made the change. I knew how to control my venom even when I drained humans. It was a skill only I had mastered.

I walked out of the pub, squinting at the red-orange flame in the sky. I hated the sun just like all the other vampires. It was irritating and could make me burn even when I wore the protection the sorcerers gave my father. It made me thirsty too.

"Still set in your ways I see" Persephone's voice boomed and I turned to face her, having already Sensed her in the vicinity.

"Well, I was thirsty and I needed a drink"

"At least you didn't kill him this time. Dad still believes you're a vegetarian, a pure breed".

"We'll let him keep thinking that way since I can't become the strongest If all I fed on were filthy cow blood" I gritted out in a sudden rage. Those blood made me mad. It was insane for me to quench my thirst with such an obscene substitute.

"What I need is the holy blood. I'll be all-powerful, and indestructible. Alaric Massimo will tremble in fear when he hears that I'm coming for him, and he will feel a neverending pain once I wipe him and his clan off the face of the earth. For good" my eyes glared red because of the rage I felt within.

Persephone approached me cautiously, her smile still in place as she patted my shoulder.

"Well you might be closer than you think but we just got here, don't leave a trail of blood brother" she warned.

"I clean up good"

"I've noticed. I like the last guy you drained. Can I have him?"

"Go find your meal" I snarled. She was trying to distract me from my rage and It was working. My eyes slowly returned to their normal grey with specs of silver.

"You're the best when it comes to finding the best blood and I got a whiff of his. It is delicious. Let me have it and I'll look into the future for you" she offered.

"You're willing to go this far?"

"Yes I am brother" her eyes changed to a dark red "You'll give him to me, wouldn't you?".

I flicked her head and her eyes changed back to their normal black.

"That only works on weak vampires and mere mortals"

"You're all-powerful, aren't you?"

"I only indulge you Persephone. You can have him" I relinquished and Persephone grinned.

"Thank you, big brother" she gushed, flipped her cloak, and was gone. She could never stand the sun. I also noticed it was starting to get hotter.

The blast of sudden air against my skin was a welcome distraction from the burning sun, but with it came a powerful scent that almost knocked me off my feet in lust, thirst, desire, and possession. I could almost taste the power of it on my tongue as the scent went down my throat. My eyes turned dark red as I searched desperately for the source.

I followed the scent and it got stronger, almost suffocating me. I had to calm down or I'd wreck everything in my path and could also damage the vessel which held such alluring blood. I had never felt so thirsty after a drink, so I tried to control the amount of the scent I inhaled.

A predator needed to be calm and calculative to get their prey, using tactical means that guaranteed no failures. Of course, we could also just go crazy and attack. The humans never stood a chance either way.

This blood was mine. No one was going to have it.

The scent was thickly wrapped around a beautifully decorated coffee shop. The designs were simple yet elegant. I could get coffee here if I was human.

I walked towards it and opened the door. A blast of the scent hit me with full force and I had to hold a breath and think other thoughts to distract the feverish pitch of hunger that racked through my skin. My fangs ached. I could distinctively pick out the heartbeat that pumped the blood. It was banging rapidly and loudly in my ears, driving me insane.

Eyes were on me as I approached the counter. The pheromones thickened in the air again but I could only focus on the pale girl with such dark enthralling hair. Her head was bent over the coffee maker.  I stopped, my dead heart kicking against my ribs. The hair almost brought a clear image of wavy dark hair in the desert sun. The scar from her knife never did heal. I should have died but I didn't.

The girl beside her was staring blatantly at me, her hands frozen in the air with the cup she held.

Crazy thoughts went through her mind. It was odd that the girl had not looked up. Even if it was not my aura, the sudden silence was jarring.

She finally looked up and it was in slow motion. Her face was perfect and could light up any room she walked into, it was a face that was almost familiar. Her eyes made me see red tho. I'd killed a lot of victims with blue eyes. It triggered in me an animalistic urge to hurt. Her's were even exactly like Masika's. Deep blue like a turbulent yet still calm ocean. I hated her immediately even though I felt like sinking my fangs into her veins and drinking until she breathe her last.

I might. I would.