“Vlad, I decided on taking the Sabbatical that I’m always talking about,” I say, falling onto the leather chair in front of his desk, turning up my lips.
“Well fuck! I thought you forgot about that bullshit,” Vlad says, leaning back into the leather chair, looking at Sasha.
“Sasha, are you ready to take over for Dionisie until he gets his happy ass back from his vacation,” Vlad says, looking at Sasha, raising his eyebrow.
“Of course, I’m ready,” Sasha huffs, taking a seat.
“Whoa, brother! It's a sabbatical, and everything has been taken care of, don’t worry. Sasha is very capable of taking over my accounts,” I say, crossing my leg resting my ankle on my left knee.
“Yeah, it sounds like it’s all taken care of. I’ll tell Kon and our Sire,” Vlad says, scrubbing his face.
“Fuckingtastic! I’m out of here,” I say, pushing off the chair, staring at Vlad.
“Fuck! What are your plans,” Vlad asks, rubbing his neck, furrowing his forehead?
“I plan on signing up for the Navy to experience the war, the world hardships, and struggles,” I say, resting my hands on my waist.
“Oh, that sounds exciting,” Sasha says, nodding.
“Fuck, you’re a going to be fucking off. Don’t do anything that will expose us,” Vlad scowls, shaking his head.
“I won’t do anything stupid,” I huff, smirking.
“Right. Make sure to keep us updated on where you’re at and what the fuck you’re doing because I know that the Tsar will be asking me every chance he has,” Vlad growls, running his hand through his shoulder-length hair.
“Indeed, will do,” I say, nodding.
“Oh my, enjoy your time being a human,” Sasha says, laughing.
“Oh, I plan on it, Sasha! Later,” I say, walking out of Vlad’s office.
I take long strides down the hall, with a little swagger in my steps.
One
Blood
Five years later.
I love this fucking feeling that I get when I’m riding my bike at night. I love the air shrouding me, the fucking moon rays caressing me in the night.
It’s a feeling that compares only to when I’m feeding and fucking.
Absolfuckinluty!
Feeding is partaking of blood; it’s the sweet ambrosia to the Vampires. But it’s also sustenance to replenish the low iron, to control the anemia. It is not fun if I get low on red blood cells; I get weak, fatigued, my complexion turns whiter, and I hate when I get dizzy.
Oh yeah, my favorites.
Not.
My brother's Death and Scorpion are riding ahead of me in perfect formation as we head back to the clubhouse after the run.
The run went down without a fucking hitch, and that’s fuckingtastic since lately, we’ve been dealing with a lot of motherfuckers that want to take over our turf.
It’s not going to happen on my watch, fuck no. I want my brothers, my family to succeed. So, I’m going to make sure that they do, helping them in every way that I can.
Of fuckingcourse without exposing my true colors.
