Chapter 105

warning: may be triggering for those with addiction. There’s nothing specifically bad in here, but he’s a thirsty vampire and I figured why not throw a heads up.

Beck

“Master below, give me succor.” I mumbled. Driving was getting hard… I just wanted one. Just a sip. “Take this taste from my lips…”

Why do I do this?

Urth spins for the living…. Not me….

The master I fear holds not an ounce of mercy, nor love for this world….

Hunger

Yet I am full….

I desire only modicum more than my ration… But I know myself, and any other.

We are never sated.

As I drove past a little couple, I had to turn my head from looking at them. They had their child in one of those baskets with wheels…. Something that made me a little jealous of them.

They are warm. Their breeding has the chance to go somewhere…. Their family is more than the connection between who attacked who…. Who drained who… How important who drained you is, and how magnanimous they choose to be…

They get to enjoy the sun. I was fucking Burning in this metal box.

I don’t remember what nice sensations on the skin feel like.… I don’t remember what food tastes like…. I don’t know what sleep is supposed to do after you do it.

Am I supposed to feel something afterwords?

What were dreams like…. I …. I miss those.

What does one feel like after a successful mission? Everything is muted, yet I pray to the god who stole those things from me, and payment was immortality I didn’t ask for, nor ever wanted.

But I still crave that monster’s head nod… any acknowledgement.

There is shame. That I still feel… That raw, tormentors grip in the pit of my belly that tells me I am wrong, and how dare I feel this way… How dare I wish the master’s wake, and his woman in his arms?

It feels wrong to want my maker to give enough of a shit to at least have heard me…..yet I am jealous… I should be ashamed.

“They are blood bags.” Is what my maker would say… The coven would laugh at me for this…

Damn.

Why did the light have to be red, and why did those humans have to walk my direction….?

So Joyous.

I am so hungry…. I’m only a third my power. I could not take the High Lords no, but I am only a half step under my maker, a councilman. It holds weight, and I am his First Turned. To make trouble with me would actually gain the King’s attention.

But I will never tell that to Equestos. I will not have him compromise my ability to be of service to the world that does not wish me to walk upon it…

It would take no effort… Kill the man, catch the woman, and feast until my belly pops…. And still be thirsty. Toss the kid at an orphanage because I don’t want to kill a ghoul, or worse, fledge a child. They would forever be the mental, and physical condition of their young age, and that is not fair.

And I am jealous. Mortals would get sick before they did such an awful thought, yet I don’t feel anything… If I killed them in front of their child means nothing. My only regret would be the searing pain of being outside doing nightly acts in the day.

“Go away.” I whispered.

Why is the light still red?

Thirst

One cup was enough.

Thirst

Mortals are loved by the Sun... Even the cursed fae like goblins and minotaur receive love from the Lord and Lady of Beauty, and the Lord of Mercy respectively….

And my throat yearns for a taste…. Humans are blessed Dennathriq gave me his blood. My maker’s only as much of a hard ass as he needs to be, and I earned my stripes as his best hunter… If he wanted them to be butchered, I’d have them gutted, flayed, packaged in paper, and delivered before sunrise.

As his ‘first son’, I should have a steak in my heart for wearing this badge though, yet, the fuss he made was not that much. Dennathriq as much as he lies, likes that I’m stationed here with Jerold. Someone has to report to the crown what the Battle Bull is up to, and I would rather it be myself than one of those urchin Rogue vampires who want to move up. I won’t have them lying on him, and if I catch wind Lord Lucian is going to harm that human, I’ll deliver the message to Jerold Myself.

Oh thank the Judge, the light is fucking green. I assumed those humans smelled like the equivalent to McDarrel’s.

I better never say that out loud.

It’s such a controversial, contradictory thing to serve humans this way, to protect them when the Realm King hates human life….

If I had one wish, it wouldn’t be to be human. I want the Realm King and his wife to rule this world peacefully…

Such a childish wish from such an old entity.

Fuck I was thirsty today… I always get like this when I’m hungry.

I shook off the desire for the only thing that makes me feel anything, and looked at the building that holds the warehouse underneath.

Driving past it in my personal car didn’t alert them. It’s just a normal Ford pickup truck and that’s just a ‘normal’ store after all. That first pass was all I needed to see. The only person in there was just a young man cleaning the tables.

I parked, turning off the vehicle, and getting my warrant out the glove compartment.

I know this cartel.

Yet, Bo’s connection perplexed me. He was a nobody, just a repeat street thug. I barely knew who the chief was talking about until he showed me Bo’s mugshot.

Typically, fae who deal with darker aspects of the underground cooperate if they think things will turn sour for them. They would rather risk losing a little than it all….and Bo really isn’t in their circle. I’m sure they would turn him over…. Maybe… The magic stones could technically eventually become bombs… And I know they know that.

The goblins tinker: it’s part of who they are. They take so much pride in inventing that those with talent can move up in their society. I’m as far up as I can get, unless I off my maker…. I’d be on the Council then…

Stuck with men ten times my age, fifty times my strength, but only hold a quarter of my patience.

….

…ew….

I got to the door with my warrant in hand. Typically, we have partners, but unlike Lord Aeschylus, Equestos specifically wants me to be isolated for this one. Lt. Roddy’s on a skin licker case. Such a waste of meat.

I walked right into the ice cream shop… There really were no security guards here.

Strange.

“Welcome to Basking Blue Jays!” Beamed the human employed by the goblins.

“I got this one kid.” Said Remmy Too Tall, a half troll. The enormous man came out with a cigarette in one hand, and a large tub of ice cream in the other. He took one long pull and glared at me.

I was thankful he was neutral with me, because trolls and goblins hate cops. It helps that the local vampires buy and supply a lot, and he might think I’m in their coven.

Whatever, I’ll play along.

Because I didn’t want to turn this into a fight.

I don’t know how many are here besides him. Plus, Remmy is big, about as tall as Jerold but not as stocky. The normally teal skinned man held a façade of dark umber skin that matched his hue. His white hair stayed the same, being in a ponytail, while I could see red start to develop in his hazel eyes. He’s half berserker troll too… I need to be careful. “Help Nelby with the freezer.”

The human scampered to the back, leaving me with the reasonable man.

“I got a warrant for the arrest of Stinky Binky.” I said as he relaxed his features. He had tusks like trolls, and looked mostly like one, except the green tint to his teal skin.

“That fuckin’ loser?” He snorted. “Look, my pa’s took a liking to him, but he ain’t worth troubling the family.”

“Would you mind bringing him to me?” I asked.

“You want his stupid rocks to?” He scoffed. “What are they anyway?”

He crossed mountainous burly arms, about ready to beast someone’s ass about being inconvenienced.

“Those stupid rocks are bombs.” I served him the warrant, and his eyes became wide.

“I told their asses he’d get my shop closed down! I’m going to-” he was about to growl, then looked at the direction the human went. “Look, I got two birthday parties booked, and I don’t want to have this place fucking surrounded.”

“A deal then?” I proposed. “Bring him and the stones along with anything else he’s been working on, and I’ll be out your way.”

“Deal.” We shook wrists.

“He might toss one at you.” I warned.

“I hope the Fuck he does.” He hissed, looking at me like the Battle Bull does, that agitated threat was meant for anyone with the balls to test him. “Bo get your ass up here! What the Fuck did you bring to my Fucking Door!” Remmy boomed.

….That was easy. I heard more shouting, but my goblin was too rusty to understand their dialect. I could hear things being thrown, metal bowls hitting the floors, and cursing, but it was done likely at the threshold of the warehouse.

The exchange for their privacy is that I get my target.

I hope Bo doesn’t try to blow up-

Boom

“AH!” Bo screamed.

“Serves you right! Come here or I’ll break the other one!” Remmy almost growled again, but stopped himself.

Trolls regenerate. They can even survive beheading if their head is put back on fast enough, like 5 minutes.

He had an arm missing, but Remmy came out with Bo… Bo’s leg was shattered. It flopped as he was held by the scruff like a bad puppy, while holding a leather sack around his neck like a necklace. It was probably 30 pounds of explosives too, and he still looked more mad that he couldn’t smoke since he didn’t have his arm back yet.

Ha!

Suffer you little shit!

“Take him and Get Out.” Remmy hissed, holding him forward, still by the scruff so I could cuff him.

I arrested him, still keeping my cool as best as I could. Now That’s funny. I have to tell my maker about this one. I’ll call him after I drop Bo off at the hospital.

“You have the right to remain silent-” while I still continued reading him his rights, they bickered.

“Fuck you, you two-timing half-breed!” Bo hissed. “Go suck your papa’s titty!”

“At least I’m not a lying, dirty rat, you \[Goblin swears\]. Scram.” He tossed him to my feet, about an inch away from kissing my boots. “If I ever see you in Kentucky again you little gnome, I’m peeling the meat off your bones and using them for a toothpick.”