I'M THE KING

Failure

The vampire burst out laughing at Traynor's remark. "If you want your master, take him from me!"

"Damn you! You want to mess with me!" Traynor clenched his fists. His eyes were wide as he gritted his sharp teeth.

The vampire laughed again. But ....

Thump.

A fist from Traynor made the vampire stop belittling him. Their nose bone was bleeding, and he screamed in pain. Then ....

Thump.

Traynor threw another punch. This time it landed in the vampire's eye. The vampire recoiled and Max slipped out of the fanged creature's hands.

Thump.

His body crashed violently into a large tree. "Damn you! You cur--"

Thud.

Once again, Traynor added insult to injury to the poor vampire's face. A hard kick brought the huge tree down instantly, and the fanged, scrawny creature's babbling stopped before he could finish his sentence. Max's bodyguard still held his foot on the helpless, skinny vampire's face.

"Next time you want to capture the werewolf clan, see who your opponent is first." Traynor released his foot, then bent his knees as he looked down at the poor vampire's broken face.

"And remember one thing, we werewolf clan will not be afraid of you vampire clan! Remember that, stupid!" Traynor continued to pat the vampire's cheek. Then ....

Jeb.

Traynor's sharp nails had pierced the skinny vampire's heart, and along with bulging eyes and a low scream, the vampire's body gradually turned to ash. Then, within seconds, the ashes vanished with the wind.

Traynor stood, dusted off his hands, and walked over to Max, who was still unconscious.

The man snorted loudly. "You stupid boy, you shouldn't be out tonight," Traynor muttered irritably. He carried his master back inside.

**

Meanwhile, somewhere else.

It was in an old castle that looked rather eerie. A handsome but pale-skinned young man was enjoying a glass of red liquid that smelled strongly of fish. Beside him were two beautiful women with the same skin as the young man. Both seemed happy to be serving the young man as they giggled and laughed.

But not the young man. He didn't seem happy even though there were two women with him.

"Sir, are you unhappy tonight?" one of the beautiful women asked as she caressed the young man's face. Unfortunately, she was not an ordinary human. Instead, she was a fanged creature who loved blood.

The young man did not answer. His eyes looked out the window, which had no veranda. A light breeze blew through the hair of the young man and the two beautiful girls.

"Yes, I saw you looking unhappy today. Are you ill, sir?" the other girl asked. Not to be outdone, she wanted to pay attention to the young man called Master. Her hands moved over the young man's body. From the chest, then down to the stomach, and the hand was about to touch the young man's pubic area.

Again, the young man's reaction was the same. He didn't seem to like being touched by these women. Then ....

"Stop right there! Don't ever go any further if you still want to live next to me!" the young man shouted, looking cold and frightened.

"I'm sorry, sir!" the woman said, looking frightened and lowering her head quickly. It was the first time the two girls had seen such a frightening expression on their master's face.

But not the other woman. She seemed to be an expert in seducing the young man. "Master, why do you seem so upset tonight? Do you want me to calm you down?" she said. This was followed by touching and going down to the man's pubic area.

This time, the young man didn't make good on his threat. He strangled her with the nails that had begun to pierce her neck. "How many times have I told you never to touch me when I don't like it?" the young man said angrily, showing his fangs.

Then ....

Thud.

Growling, the young man threw the woman against the castle wall. He looked at the other woman. The beautiful woman did not dare to look back at the young man who had become violent. Then, the beautiful and sexy woman rushed out of the bathtub. She quickly got out before he became angry again.

She swallowed the red liquid. But ....

Prang.

The glass was thrown, and the pungent, fishy-smelling liquid splattered on the floor. "Damn it, why doesn't a single drop of blood taste good? Nothing can make my body healthy and vibrant!" he muttered. He touched his chest, and then the fingers began to squeeze and hurt his chest. No matter how much pain he felt the sharp nails tore through the outer layer of skin.

"And this disease is making me miserable!" she said again. Her body began to sweat, even though she was in the bathtub.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

A knocking sound broke his reverie. The young man did not answer, feeling pain in his chest. For almost a century, he had been drinking only the blood of animals that were not fresh and beneficial to him.

A man entered with a feeling of great fear. He quickly walked over to the young man. "Sir!" he called out.

"Have you found fresh blood for my illness?" he asked pointedly.

The man fell silent, his head bowed. His fingers played with the hem of his clothes. He was terrified, fear making his whole body shake violently as he faced the cold, creepy young man.

"Why are you silent? Are you so deaf that you cannot answer my questions?" The young man's tone began to rise.

"N-no, sir! S-sorry for my stupidity!" he stammered. His forehead wrinkled.

"Then answer my question, and don't be a stupid vampire!" the young man snapped, glaring at his servant.

"I'm here with bad news, sir!"

"Bad news? What bad news do you have for me?" The young man looked curious about the news his servant had brought.

"The blood you requested did not come," the servant replied timidly. He was afraid his young master would be angry with him.

"What?" exclaimed the young man. The servant was right the young man's anger would endanger all the vampires living in the castle. "How could they not get blood?"

"I-I do not know, sir. But... if I am not mistaken, the three vampires sent were blocked by another werewolf," the servant explained.

"Werewolf?" The young man rose from the bathtub filled with the fresh blood of the unfortunate animals. Then he put on a kimono to cover his naked body.

"Yes, sir. Those three vampires found a werewolf. They did not think that the victim was the last remaining werewolf!"  It was the young man he called Master.

The young man cleared his throat. "Interesting! Quickly take me to the last place where the werewolves killed those three stupid vampires!" the young man said impatiently. He went to his room.

"But sir, you are sick. Your father is coming to visit anyway!"

"Cancel it. You can tell my father, that I cannot be seen at this time."

The servant was even more afraid because the young man's father was more sadistic and cruel. If he made a mistake, he would kill mercilessly.

"O-oke, Sir!"

**