Beneath the radiant moon stood the beautiful city of America, Los Angeles, a place where creatures of the darkest night roam, an abode of the evilest evils, a home of bloodshed and lust, a den of Dancing Devils. Within the Lux Bar, a popular bar within the city, sat a black robed young man, his red hair draped down his back to his waist. His skin was more like jade, held within his grip was a goblet containing wine, from which he sipped, second by second. He enjoyed every sweetness the wine could offer, not at all bothered by the rabid dancing crowd. ‘The Ring Of Avacanda is lying in wait for me within this very city but where? My presence must have alerted the creatures of this town so I must be careful. Weak as my enemies are, I will never understimate them.’ Malachi said inwardly, with no expression on his fine face.
Very soon, a beautiful blonde walked up to him and sat beside him. Malachi had dealt with many situations such as this but they were just meal to him, he smiled the moment she sat beside him. ‘A prey delivering itself to the predator, what an irony!’ Said Malachi, smiling.
‘Not a human, she’s a Vampire. The auras of Old Vampires like mine cannot be detected by weak creatures. She must think I’m a mundane, I’ll very well play along since I’m bored.’ The instant she got so close to Malachi, he detected her origin.
‘Such bold words, you don’t know who is it you’re dealing with and yet you claim yourself the predator.’ The blonde laughed inwardly as she sat her perky butt on a bar stool not far away from Malachi’s. He could clearly hear her thoughts, he delved deep into her mind and found out that her name was Veron, she was a stray Vampire, one that belonged to no clan. That was one of the special abilities of ancient Vampires, Mind Reading. It only worked on weak Supernaturals and humans.
‘He’s handsome, what about I turn him to a Vampire and make him a pet!’ A thought phased through the blonde’s mind and Malachi also heard it, he was not pissed off but amused. ‘The name is Veron, could you tell me yours?’ The silence was finally broken by her.
‘My name would scare you, Veron. I know what you want so why must we dilly dally. Let’s enjoy ourselves, to the brim. What say you?’ Malachi’s sweet but ethereal voice rang out. One part of her screamed to leave this man but all she thought was what could a human possibly do?
Veron led him to one of the finest rooms the bar got and very soon a large bed was before their eyes. She grabbed his neck and begun to ravage his lips with hers, muffled moans escaped her as she enjoyed his lips. She felt dominant but all of a sudden, she was raised into mid air with her legs wrapped around his waist, the roles were switched. He kissed her lower lip whilst squeezing her perky butt. After seconds of kissing, he threw her to the bed. She was feeling something off about the atmosphere but the heat of the pleasure clouded her judgement.
Malachi undressed himself and so did she, she smiled when she saw his cock, it was just so huge. While still admiring it, he grabbed and squeezed her already hard nipples, forcing a moan to escape her lips. He brought out his tongue and took it down to her clit, he twirled it in her pussy. Using the Super Speed ability that only ancient Vampires possesses, he twirled his tongue at an unbelievable speed, making Veron scream her lungs out in pleasure, he continued and after very few seconds, she cummed crazily.
She knew the atmosphere was getting tense but she just did not want it to end, she was really enjoying herself. She did not think of the weird things that were issuing, what she only thought of was having a feel of his huge cock. ‘Put it in me, please.’ She pleaded for him to be quick.
And so was her request granted, he plunged his dick straight into her pussy. Still making use of the Speed ability, he fucked her like a mad man would, she screamed non-stop. In and out, fast and deep, continuing for about an hour and she suddenly fainted. She could bear it no longer, her consciousness faded off after she cummed, once more. Malachi hadn’t cummed at all, he was not even close to cumming, as expected of the tenacity of an ancient Vampire. He put on his robe and went towards a mirror, he stared at his blue eyes and his waist length red hair. ‘So many centuries have passed, what a life!’ Malachi sighed.
After some minutes, Veron regained consciousness and gazed at the back of the handsome silhouette that fucked her like a beast. She knew he was no human, no human could have done what he did earlier. And she knew she was unable to detect his aura so he might be a stronger creature. ‘Perhaps, he’s an Alpha Wolf, or a Middle Class Vampire, what a mess. I should have listened to my instincts.’ Sighed Veron as she gazed at him.
‘Exactly, you should have listened to your instincts. Perhaps, I wouldn’t have to kill you.’ Veron was shocked by the words that escaped his lips as he turned around, with his eyes on her fully naked body.
‘How can you read my mind? What are you? Are you a High Class Vampire, one that has lived for nothing less than three centuries? Could you please spare me? I’ll serve you, if you want.’ Veron panicked and pleaded.
‘I’ll let you on about something cute, you do know that there are thousands of Low Class Vampires, hundreds of Mid Class Vampires, tens of High Class Vampires, in this world. The ones that have spent about a century belong to the Low Class and the ones that have spent up to two centuries belong to the Mid Class whilst those that have lived up to three to five centuries belong to the High Class, what about those that have lived for a millennium and above, what class do you think they belong to?’ Malachi questioned, with a smile on his face.
‘Those are the Ancient Vampires, I heard they are not even up to ten, they have a lot of abilities we have no access to, yet. Are you an Ancient Vampire?’ She felt fear gripping her heart tightly as she questioned him.
‘Correct, I’m Malachi Ivern.’ Black fire erupted from his body, bathing his entire being with darkness. Everywhere became so deadly silent, the room was filled with so much darkness that the objects within were indescernible.
‘You’re Michael Ivern Erastus? The Black Sheep that no one wanted, the Devil that everyone hated?’ And so did the little Vampire stutter.
‘Am I that famous, young one? Be afraid not for I will touch no hair of yours neither will I do you any harm since you did me no wrong. I’ll only take away thy memories of the moment we had together, there’s so much fun in that.’ Malachi joked as he sped to her, the speed was just very indescernible, as traceless as the wind.
Veron couldn’t capture the speed at which he moved and before she knew it, she felt a hand gripping her neck tightly, she was staring right into the eyes of the devil. ‘Ye shalt forget what issued, little one.’ And gone was the devil and the memory of their moment.
‘Why am I naked? Why am I so weak and drained? What’s wrong with me?’ And so she wondered, lost in her mind.
‘Everytime you come around, you know I can’t say no. Everytime the sun goes down, I let you take control. I can feel the paradise before my world implodes and tonight, had something wonderful. My bad habits lead to late nights ending alone, conversations with a stranger I barely know.’ Malachi sang to the content of his heart as he exited the bar, heading to a hotel to stay before the sun rises. ‘Ed Sheeran is quite a good artist, ‘Bad Habits’, which he released might have been specifically created for me. Perhaps, I should pay him a visit in the near future to express my thanks.’ The devil muttered as he walked slowly to his destination.
Within a forest in California was a Coven Of Witches, the already fading moon finally vanished, giving rise to a new day. Sitting on a high throne was an old woman and right before her eyes stood some Witches. ‘Riana, I divined that Malachi Ivern Erastus is now at Los Angeles. Divining the location of one of the ancient entities really drained me of some of my energy. I need you to find a way to kill him.’ Said the High Witch, sharply, as she gazed at a very beautiful lady, among those before her eyes.
‘Mother, you really think I’m able to kill Malachi? That’s not possible, he would have died centuries ago if he was not a tough one?’ The beautiful lady questioned.
‘Riana, my daughter, I’ll tell you a story about him. Malachi was once a Knight, during the medieval age, he was in love with the princess of the nation he served. They both had moments of love with one another but little did he know that the princess was a Vampire. She once asked him if he would love to stay with her forever and his answer was yes but he wasn’t aware of what danger his answer brought. She bit him and he was made a Vampire. She did not stop there, she made him kill his parents, his siblings, and even some of his comrades. She wanted him to love just her alone, and no one else. What a psychopath she was! When Malachi regained his senses, he went mad and tried to rebel against the kingdom but guess what?’ Ishketha, the High Witch, smiled.
‘What’s that, High Witch? I thought the Ancient Vampires were the first to exist amongst their kind. So, they also did have their creators.’ One of the male Witches standing beside Riana, spoke.
‘The King, Queen, and the Royal Princes and Princesses of that kingdom were the first Vampires to ever exist. I heard from my great grandmother that the love shared between the King and Queen of that kingdom was so great, they were fanatics of sex, they both had the desire to live forever. So, they found a Wizard, who agreed to find a solution for them. Magic made them Vampires, everything comes with a price and the price was that they would never be able to walk during the day. I do not know what they offered the Wizard to be able to sacrifice half his lifetime and all of his mana to help them. The King and his wife also made their children what they were. Not only them, they also made few of their relatives, talented soldiers and ministers, what they were. Very few people know about their origin so they all presumed that Malachi Ivern Erastus and some other brutal Vampires were the first because of their various powers. The funny thing is that everyone thinks Malachi is the most brutal Vampire, the truth is that he’s nothing compared to the first Princess of Nirvana Nation, the one who turned him. The thing is that Malachi Ivern Erastus is weaker than the Royal Princes and Princesses, that’s just because they were bitten by the First of their kind, their parents. If Malachi Ivern was perhaps bitten by them, he might have had the strength of the three Royal Princes and three Princesses. So, I do laugh whenever I hear that Malachi is one of the strongest Vampires to ever exist. One more thing, the King and the Queen possesses unimaginable magical abilities, such as weaving illusions and control over the elements of nature, and so many more, mainly because of the high concentration of magic running through their veins. The Royal Princes and Princesses also have some magical abilities since they inherited some of the concentration from their parents. The ones that were bitten by the Princes and Princesses did possess minimum range of abilities because they inherited low concentration of magic from them. The ones created by these set of Vampires inherited no magical ability, just the body enhancement abilities such as Speed, Strength, Healing, Hearing. And, the thing is that they could also evolve the more they age. The abilities of the First True Vampires are in the records of our coven but the odd thing is that Malachi’s is not present. When you are asked who the most mysterious Vampire is, it’s always him.’ Ishketha, let out a breath after uttering so many words.
‘I never knew the Vampires had such a history. Where are the Royals, then? And, for what reason do you intend for me to get rid of Malachi?’ Rania asked, sighing.
‘The Royals are very much alive but I do not know where they are. To answer your second question, I do not wish to see the Vampires in control of the world cause if Malachi succeeds with his long life reasearch, don’t you think it will be harder to put the Vampires in place. We need to get rid of him, he’s currently at Los Angeles. Find him, I’ll give you a picture of him in the past. He’s still the same as ever since his kind never age. Killing him should not be impossible since there’s a chance.’ Ishketha answered as she made a slow grabbing motion at the air and a picture appeared within her grip.
‘I’ll do as you wish but what chance are you talking about?.’ Rania caught hold of the picture tossed to her.
‘The Royals have always wanted Malachi to work for them. They would have also known about his whereabout so they would surely send someone to capture him. A fight would surely break out so try to kill him before he’s taken away. Be careful though, he might be weaker than his makers but he’s still a legend. If you crawl up to his skin successfully, drive a stake through his heart. The Black Sheep returns and it’s not a good omen so be careful, once again.’ Ishketha waved her arm, dismissing the little audience.
‘I forgot a question, mother. You said Malachi tried to rebel against the nation so what happened after findng out that he could not defeat any of the Royals?’ Riana questioned her mother.
‘Hah, you never forget anything. He was utterly beaten and defeated. The First Princess didn’t kill him but imprisoned him for a century in hopes of taming him but he found a way of escaping, I don’t know how he did so. You can leave, now.’
