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Derek’s POV:

Wearing my black shirt I left the room, shirt left unbuttoned as I walked through the empty hallways of the Palace. I had to meet the King. It was time we went forth with the plan.

“What’s the hurry Derek?” King Luther slurred as he drank from the sixth human who lay topless on the table. The rest were lifelessly settled on the floor. King Luther wasn’t a fat grumpy King, no, he was smart and handsome even being six hundred years old. No spark was lost. That’s the beauty of a Vampire.

Flawless beauty unlike those furry stinky animals!

“It has to be done now,”

“But you just paid them a visit,” he pointed out.

“It’s almost a week now. They won’t be expecting a visit anytime soon which it makes it perfect. I’ll be extra discreet,” I smiled.

He laughed and held a napkin in his hand. “Go, take whoever you need,” he wiped the blood that ran down his chin.

I gave him a nod and left.

I had to pay Lisa a visit first. Entering her room, I scanned it but she wasn’t there. An