Chapter one

When Marcelyn had meant humans, she didn't mean people like the idiots in front of her who were nothing but meals for people like her.

The people she had been talking about were the people of the undead world popularly known as vampires.

A clan of powerful beings to which Marcelyn belonged and would never want to stop belonging.

Her attention returned to the table when one of the men gave her ass a light slap.

Marcelyn swallowed the words she wanted to hurl at the man and smiled instead when she remembered that it would be her turn so very soon to shock the man. 

"Hey, woman. Go get me some good old ale." A man called behind Marcelyn and she turned back.

When she saw who had spoken, she nearly groaned.

The man was the number one drunk she had ever come across in all the taverns she had worked in, which was a lot if she was being honest.

Until he was thrown out of the tavern, Marcelyn knew that the man wouldn't be leaving on his own.

"Go attend to old Bill." One of the men who were gawking at her said.

"Don't leave without my permission," Marcelyn commanded, then she moved away from them to attend to Bill.

"Yes, we won't." The four men chanted after her fading figure, but she didn't turn back. 

She didn't need to turn back since she knew that even if the tavern was on fire, they wouldn't leave if she didn't give them the command to leave.

They would burn down to ashes along with the tavern instead.

Such was the power those who were dating among the vampires held.

After she finished serving Bill the ale he had requested, she told her boss she was done for the night and dropped the towel in her hands on the table.

She also unknotted the apron which sat on her old skirt around her tiny waist.

Then, she went back to the four men, swaying her hips as she walked.

She met them still drinking and ribbing each other about who would have her first.

"Tavern girl, please tell these fools you will ride me so hard they're gonna shiver." One of the men spoke.

Here was the most handsome among the men, but he was also the youngest.

"Yeah, I'm gonna give you all a surprise you won't be forgetting anytime soon.

Let's go," Marcelyn told them as she walked up the stairs to her little room in the tavern.

The men kept giggling behind her in exciting voices that were filled with lust.

Yes, she was also filled with excitement too, but not for the same reason as them.

As soon as they got to her room, the youngest among the men grabbed her ass, drew her to himself, and began to grind his erection over her ass.

Marcelyn turned her head behind and saw that another of the men had just closed the door.

The other two advanced towards her and when they got to her, one of them cupped one of her breasts and he began to squeeze from the old and frail dress she wore.

Without a word or any warning, she turned and grabbed the man behind her with such force that it surprised the man.

Before any of them could comprehend what was going on, Marcelyn sank her fangs deep into the man's neck.

She drank the last of the man's blood like it was an intoxicated wine she couldn't walk away from.

By the time she let go of the man, he was already pale and lifeless, he thudded on the barely cemented floor of her room.

She lifted her beady eyes and looked at the rest of the men in the room with her and she smiled at them, revealing her blood-stained fangs.

Blood dripped from one of the fangs and Marcelyn ran her tongue over the fang to stop the blood from wasting.

Screams erupted in the room as the men understood what was happening.

She smiled at the pathetic looks on their faces and shook her head slightly.

Oh, how she hated humans because of their weak bodies and minds.

With the speed of lightning, Marcelyn ran to the man who was trying frantically to open the door and get away from her.

She closed his mouth with her left hand while she grabbed him with her right and sank her fangs into his neck also.

She heard more screams but didn't bother about it as the blood kept gushing into her mouth and she drank everything until there was not a single drop left either.

When she dropped the man, he fell to the floor at her feet lifeless, also.

"Please. Please, don't hurt us." One of the men said to her and that aroused Marcelyn's anger the most.

Yes, she hated humans, but more than that, she hated those that are pathetic the most.

Before the man could blink, Marcelyn was in front of him.

She bent his neck and sank her fangs into him too, drinking from him until he was also dead.

She turned to her last victim and saw that he was crouched low, his two hands covering his ears as if to block out the sounds of her previous victim.

She heard him reading the rosary and nearly laughed.

Did those pathetic humans think that reading the rosary could save them from the vampire's clutch?

Come to me. She commanded him and watched in amusement as the man stood up and walked towards her.

Bend your neck for me. She commanded again. The man obeyed the order without any resistance.

Marcelyn smiled as she ran her tongue over the man's neck, then she punched two holes into his neck.

The shock and horror on the man's face as the pain hit him gave Marcelyn more joy than drinking the man's blood did.

When she was done drinking, she tossed the man's body away from her to a corner of the room.

She stood still for a minute as she felt power cussing through her.

This was why she loved human blood, it gave her power more than even the blood of a hundred different mixed animals could ever give her.

She looked around at the mess she had made and hissed.

Let humans take care of it.

She thought as she opened the door and walked back downstairs.

The horrible looks on the faces of everyone present told her that they had heard the screams of her latest victims.

She kept talking until she got into the middle of the room where she paused and looked into the eyes of everyone in the room, daring them to say a word.

Everyone took several steps backward from her and she smiled at the fear they emitted. When no one said anything, Marcelyn walked out of the tavern into the deep call of the night feeling unstoppable.