1. The vampire king

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Red cape floating behind him, red silk whipping in the air, swirling around his ankles in a glorious air dance and back to the ground in a graceful floor sweep. His heavy, angry face and huffy breath echoed in the quiet hallway. The hallway was decorated with the best of most: portraits of Kings and queens, princes and princesses, and all those noble, royal bloodlines. Pottery works of ancient making, sculptures of the most skilled hands, and wall painting of rose gold. Soldiers with everlasting warrior gene running through their veins stood at each side of the walls, dressed in their glorious attire of black and grey cape of magic conjuring.

King Finn moved like an angry wind, muttering to himself as he made his way to his throne room. How ironic it was for him to be summoned to his own throne room. An insult to a vampire king equal to none. But for the sake of the peace he was sent down to hold, he had to tolerate it. The two soldiers at the black double doors opened it quickly, before their king would fling them away. His anger could be perceived from miles, the redness of his eyes announcing his annoyance and utter displeasure. The mutters of his mouth struck fear into their hearts, Finn was not a being to mess with.

Stomping into the throne room, he sneered at the two elves standing there patiently. "Greetings, sire," the first one with pale white hair greeted, bowing his head low. "Sorry to have disturbed you but the matter at hand is very import…" Finn raised his hand, shutting him up instantly. He quietly walked to his throne, whipped his cape aside and sat down. The two elves and his royal advisor watched him carefully, every single move he made looked like a deadly threat to them.

"Now, why are you here?" Light, his voice was light but filled with so much authority.

"The Human Safety Agency sent us," the one with light brown hair stuttered because of the death glare he assumed Finn was throwing at him.

"I believe I'm not dumb, I can tell," he spat venomously.

"I'm sorry if we disturb you in anyway, but they thought that it was right to bring a pressing new discovery to your knowledge, something to do with your vampires." The white haired explained as boldly as he could, he was scared out of his wit.

"What is it about my vampires that I don't know?" Finned scoffed mirthlessly.

"Blood bath inns have been running in the human dimension, one older than the others," they paused, waiting for him to speak.

"Impossible," Casmir, his royal advisor protested. "no one can dare open such inns after the king himself made it illegal…"

"Silence," Finn snapped, "don't elevate me when you are aware that it is impossible for me to know it all. I told you to place watchers at every possible corner of the world in case of rebels, so how am I not aware of this? Doesn't it mean that this is your failure?"

"I…I…I…" Casmir bowed his head, unable to speak further.

"Now, tell me everything I need to know," he sighed, tired of the conversation. He had two ladies waiting for him at his chamber. And he rather be there than here.

"The three inns are owned by one person but controlled by two extra managers. The inns belongs to Lord Craig, a two thousand years old vampire. The first inn is run by him, been running for six months now. The second is run by Lord Bancroft's daughter, Lady Rosalind, been active for four months. And the last is run by Ellian Truce, active for three months. The total number of human lives lost to this activity is eighty-five."

"Lord Bancroft's daughter, right?" I asked with a dark chuckle. "That girl likes daring me, just because we once had a thing."

"Yes, sire, and this file contains everything you need to know about them, their locations and the names of all the employees and vampires visiting the inns. The agency hope it would be sorted out before anymore lives is claimed."

"Or before… Alpha Kale finds…" The brown haired coughed nervously. "Before Alpha Kale finds out that…" Finn stood up immediately, the mention of that name meant trouble and all knew that. He knew how jokeless the ruthless alpha was. All he cared about was protecting his kind and making sure the unknown creature killing them is found.

Finn was powerful, that he knew. But he also knew that even though he was older, the alpha in question was equally as powerful as he was. Never in his six hundred and thirty three years life had he faced a force like the mysterious alpha. "What is this about Alpha Kale?" He asked coolly with one brow raised.

"Though the council haven't told him yet, five werewolves were murdered when they came across these inns. He was told that the creatures killed them but…"

"Are they from his pack?" He couldn't help the sudden skip of his heart, he really didn't have the strength for any war right now, not after the incident with Alva. The last thing he needed was an angry werewolf bursting in to yell at his face or smash his head against his throne. Don't annoy the alpha with a terrible anger, one immune to silver. He found that out the hard way.

"Only one is, the others aren't," Finn breathed out in relief. "Alpha Carlyle assured us that his friend would never find out if only you can take care of this."

"Tell the council that this problem would be handled soonest," Finn concluded, leaving no room for more talks.

"Thank you, sire," they bowed. The white haired passed the blue file to Casmir before they both disappeared into white and blue dust.

"Casmir,' Finn growled, causing his heart to accelerate as a new wave of fear took over. "where are the inns located?" He barked. Casmir tremulously opened the file and swept his eyes through the information.

"The main inn is located in Sarunn district on Mego Island, while the other is spread out in the upper and lower side of Barcelona."

"You and Axel would go to Barcelona with the squads, I want the managers brought back alive and all the employees dead. Every single vam that visits these inns should be either brought dead or alive. If they try to resist, kill them, including Lady Rosalind."

"And the main one? We would have to board a ship to get to Mego Island, and Lord Craig is a powerful one." Casmir pointed out with destress. He couldn't fight an old Lord as strong as Craig, maybe Axel could but the victory wasn't guaranteed.

"Hmm," Finn grumbled, he knew what it meant. For the first time since a century, he was going to leave his castle for a stupid old vampire.

Craig would regret it.