The Hidden King and I

Ash’s point of view 

I walk into the Firepit with my hood pulled over my face, trying to stay hidden from the massive crowd. JD is on the door tonight; he lets me into the club with a nod of his head; I keep my head down as I make my way to the back rooms. The place is packed to the rafters, and most of the crowd is hoping to get a glimpse of Killer.

I finally make my backstage, away from the crowds; the other fighters greet me, this is my club, and I know each and every person that trains here. They are my family. Stella spots me as I walk in; I guess I am easy to spot when I stand at six feet and five inches; she grins as she walks over, holding a large glass out to me. "Thanks, Stella," I say as the liquid burns the back of my throat.

"Anytime, boss." She replies as she gives me a cheeky wink before she walks away with a sway of her hips. I laugh, Stella might be hot, but she likes to spread herself around, and I'm getting far too old for that shit. 

Stan, my best friend and co-fighter, makes his way over to me, laughing at Stella's antics. "I'm glad I'm a married man." He says, still chuckling. I laugh as I pat his back. "If you were still single, I'm sure you wouldn't tap that either."

Though maybe I should be glad as this agreement has kept the vampires from killing, I hate to see these kids lined up, having their blood taken by force; they may be free to carry on with their lives, but the vampire leaves them weak and anaemic, and it boils my blood. There is also the fact that people are still going missing, and these people are never to be found again. Then, there are the rumours of the vampires' taking humans by force for servants, and the sickest rumour of them all is humans are being kept for pets by the new age vampires.

The older vampires kept to the rules, and these rules were mostly unbroken, but these younger vampires think that they can take whatever they want from humans. This is how the Firepit started, I believe everyone should know how to keep themselves safe, and everyone should have the knowledge of knowing how to kill a vampire. Every fighter in this club knows how to defend themselves from the vampires and how to kill a vampire if they run out of options. The club is growing in strength and numbers as the kids come to us for help, especially now there is a new vampire king; it is believed he killed his own father to claim his throne; whether it's true or not, I don't know.  I do know these vampires are getting restless, and it's only a matter of time before they come out from the city walls looking for new blood.

I help Stan tape his wrists as he gets ready for his fight. He has a big fight tonight as next month is the championships; Stan is more than ready, though. I tie his gloves, patting him on his back as we make our way into the ring. 

The crowd spots me and begins to chant my name. “Killer, Killer, Killer”

I growl, annoyed that they would do this on Stan's big night, but Stan just shrugs his shoulders with a grin. He may be a big man with a big punch, but he is just such a laid-back guy; nothing brings him down. Stan, the man, takes down his man with a KO in the second round, not that I expected anything else; the man is in his prime.

The crowd goes wild when they call my name; Stan laughs as he helps me into my black gown…. "Damn, listen to that crowd."

He says as we walk through the mass of bodies, everyone desperate to reach out and get a touch of Killer. I see the Phantom in my line of vision, my eyes holding his stare; I won't back down his tactics won't work with me; he turns his head away as I laugh…...

The crowd chants as I clear the ropes in one swift jump as the bell goes for the first round. Five-point, two seconds later, and the phantom lies at my feet.

"Killer, Killer, Killer."

I raise my hands in victory as my eyes scan the crowd.....eyes meet hers. 

Damn, who is she? And why is she at the Firepit? I have to find her……….