Chapter 3

Ash’s point of view.

 

I call a meeting, bringing in every single badass I know, every fighter not only from the Firepit but from every undergoing fighting club around. Along with all my old army buddies from near and far, they all agree with me that this new-age Vampire King, as he likes to call himself, alongside his Queen and his army of bloodsuckers, must be stopped.

 

The Firepit is filled to the brim; as we discuss how to bring the bloodsuckers down, and we all agree after the championships, we will move out and hunt this King down; we only have two weeks to prepare ourselves now, two weeks to make a factory full of pure silver bullets and daggers.

 

I want that King's head on a plate.

 

I want him to pay for each and every life he has taken, every young person's dream he has finished, and for every human he has the audacity to call a pet. Maybe I will keep his Queen in a cage as a memento, my own little vampire pet.

 

When the meetings finished and the alcohol flows, I am still grinning as I think of the Queen locked inside a cage. Stan notices he looks at me as he says. "What's so funny?"

 

I am still smirking as I reply......" nothing."

 

The following weeks pass in a blur; our underground factory is knocking silver bullets out by the second, my fighters are getting stronger by the minute, and I make sure they each know how to kill a vampire. I have also taken Dylan under my wing, watching him as he grows from strength to strength; he reminds me a lot of myself when I was his age; oh and did I tell you he's only twelve years old, kept as a pet for a sick blood-sucking Queen at the tender age of twelve, just a child not even a teenager. Drained of blood and left to die along with the trash, I cannot wait to get my hands on this Queen, the silver cage I am having built is coming along nicely; should I have a bed put in the bottom? I ask myself.

No fucking way, not after the way she left Dylan; she deserves no comfort.

 

My fighters, my army friends, are ready for this war, and I believe we can take them down. We train day and night, every spare minute we have, as the days pass leading up to the championships... We are more than ready for this. 

It's finally the night of the championship, and tonight we will finish on a high; it's not so much about winning the fights anymore; tonight will be our final night to prepare. When the championships are finished, we shall celebrate as tomorrow we are going vampire hunting.

Standing on the platform watching over my fighters as they each win their own matches, one after another coming back as winners, the place is buzzing, the atmosphere is amazing, and these kids are feeling good.

 

This is what they need; they need to believe in themselves.

 

My older fighters are going in the ring now, and again they win fight after fight, each one raising their hands in victory. Stan breezes through his fight, not that I was expecting anything less, and the crowd goes wild as Killer is finally announced. Dylan walks me to the ring; he stops in his tracks, his face turning pale; I turn to him, concerned as I ask.

 

"What's wrong, buddy?" His face is expressionless as he looks into the crowd and whispers. "It's her."

 

I turn my head to see who he is looking at as I say. "It's who Dylan." 

His voice is barely Audible as he says....."The Vampire Queen…... it's her...she's here."

 

I lift my head to where Dylan is looking………. it's her, the beautiful woman with the empty eyes……. She's the vampire Queen….

 

 

No, she can't be; she looks so lost, so empty, so broken. This beautiful woman who I have spent the last four weeks looking for cannot be this cruel vampire Queen that everyone talks of. My heart drops as I watch a man come to stand beside her; he whispers something into her ear; I see the fear in her eyes before she quickly averts her gaze to the floor; lifting his head, the man looks at me, his face fearless as his eyes turn red, he never takes his eyes from me as he makes his way into the ring, shredding his cloak on the way, his muscles ripple under the spotlights, his pale white skin taking on an eerie glow.

 

Fuck! I'm fighting the new-age Vampire King…. 

Well, I have never been one to back down from a fight; I shred my own cloak as I backflip into the ring, making the crowd go wild. I am Killer, the undefeated champion of the underground...Ain't no Vampire King going to scare me.

I smirk as I look up at him, he towers above me, but my old army officer always told me.

 

"The bigger they are, the harder they fall, son." and tonight, I'm going to bring him to his knees.

 

We fight round for round, he is quick, but then again, I've never fought a vampire before; on the eleventh round, he knocks me to the floor; as I look up, I catch a glimpse of Dylan, the fear in his eyes brings me back in my feet as I turn and face the King with newfound strength, Dylan has become like my son, and I will not let him down, I hit with everything I have, and finally the King begins to lose his strength as he is staggering in front of me. I laugh as I look at the mighty King, one last punch, and I know he is mine. Before I get the chance to pull my fist back, the air around me begins to fill with thick acrid smoke, it burns the back of my throat, and I look into the crowd as I hear the shouts. One by one, the people begin to fall as they run out of air.

 

I should have known vampires never fight fair.

I fall to my knees as I struggle to breathe; the King is now on his feet, standing above me with his fist raised; the look on his face confirms he wants me dead. As the darkness starts pulling me in, the beautiful woman with the soulless eyes grabs her husband's arm, preventing him from that last Killer blow as I hear her say.

 

"Don't kill him, Areon; I've decided I want to keep a pet after all."