---Death.
Rocco POV.
"Dad" I say holding my only father figure's hand, he was dying, we don't die, not easily, but he is. He got shot in the heart, the one who shot him aimed for a kill, we are immortal, but we could die if you knew how. A shot, a silver shot to the heart, that was enough to kill him, it's a risk we never took, we don't try to kill each other, no one would mess with us. Except for him, he was messed with, the reason why, it's funny, note the sarcasm.
Giovanni didn't die due to being a mafia king, a CEO, a badass ancient vampire, he died for a completely different reason. The one who shot him he didn’t even meant to kill him, he meant to kill me, he stood there to protect me, he was hiding me, protecting me.
The reason why someone tried to kill me, well I’m his heir, I’m just as bad as him, even worse, now let me introduce myself, Rocco Gionni, I’m the heir of the company and mafia kingdom that used to belong to my father. We’re not blood related, but he’s the one who raised me, ever since I was an orphan little boy, a boy who tried to attack him for blood. Hunger can do that and lot’s more but he didn’t kill me for the offense, he took me in, he dressed me, fed me and raised me as his own.
Let me tell you a bit about the world we live in right now, supernatural being have taken over, we took over we're stronger, firmer and wouldn't let the human to start a war or blow the whole planet. Who allows kids to take over? Seriously, instead, we did a classification system, everyone gets classified by sixteen, and claimed by eighteen. You are either a dominant or a submissive, most supernatural are dominant, we live forever, we don't need to find our match at such a young age, most of us wait till later in life.
If you are a human that's another story, you go to school, you learn about your classification and you get claimed before you graduate, the supernatural who are searching for their match, they go to random schools searching for their match. We might look like teenagers, but we are older than that, we know what we are doing, the whole going to class experience, we just do it to keep an eye on our submissive.
"Rocco" my father says, he's on his death bed, he squeezed my hand wanting to tell me something, I get closer to him listening to his last words.
"Protect her" he says before his eyes close, but protect whom! There was no help here, I can't ask him any more questions, but I always felt like I owe him, didn't just feel it, i do owe him, my life, and everything I own right now. If he wants me to protect some girl, I will protect her no matter who she is, but first step I need to find her.
I have my own crew, I'm not alone, I have my right hand who's a werewolf, Adam, our tech guy Mouse he's a fairy, the nickname Mouse came from all the bullying he received when he was younger with his big pointy ears.
I'm not a young vampire, I'm almost three hundred years old, my father was ancient, we hit adulthood at the one-hundred-year-old mark, most go and search for their submissive around that age. But I've been busy, I didn't have time to get a girl or fall in love, my crew were raised with me, all street kids, all of us taken under Giovanni wing, we are more like siblings.
They didn't have their chance to say goodbye, but I knew we had to protect her, we owe father that much, I wiped my tears away and left the room giving Mouse and Adam a chance to say goodbye first.
I waited for them, we'll all be taking three days mourning to ourselves, but we need to start searching for her. Being as old as dad was, he had too many skeletons in his closet but to find which one this girl is would be hard work but it's not impossible for us.
