Trapped the Vampire Disciple

The Blood Clan's

Edinburgh Old Town at midnight.

Street lighting is not too bright, a little contrast to the Grassmarket area along the street filled with pubs, bars, cafes, and lodging.

There was a man walking staggered from being drunk. A few minutes after his steps reached an intersection, one faint shadow could be captured. And at the same time he walked without noticing some lights on the shoulder of the road that were not lit as they should.

The drunk man was followed from behind by a slightly long silhouette of silver hair, within the darkness could be seen fiery red eyes. A vampire is stalking his prey.

The vampire instantly grabbed the drunk man by the neck and pushed him firmly against the deserted road wall. He opened his mouth and revealed sharp fangs that were ready to bite the poor man's neck.

"Akh!"

No matter what the prey screams as loud as possible, this vampire only sucks blood with excessive hunger without stopping, to feel satisfied.

Taps. The sound of footsteps interrupted, making the silver-haired vampire push on and take off his already helpless victim.

"Look at this bastard," the moonlight that appeared from the dark clouds shone on the face of the owner of the step. It looked like a black-haired young man with red eyes.

The silver-haired vampire doesn't seem to like eating being bullied by other vampires, "I don't want to share with you."

"Did?" glancing at the human lying with a neck full of blood from being torn apart, the black-haired young man's red eyes turned cold, "What you're doing is really pissing me off. You vampire who doesn't know the rules."

"This fucking vampire, what are you raving about, huh?" hardik brunette silver rough.

"Oh.." the black-haired youth squinted his sharp eyes.

Those eyes.

Red eyes that are more concentrated than other vampires.

They are like the eyes of a predator locked on its prey. Predators really.

They make it look like they're being hunted...

And that thought sent shock waves into his body.

The eyes of the silver-haired vampire were wide. He had just realized who he was dealing with now, which was more terrifying than himself.

"You are... Athlas?" the silver-haired vampire seemed to tremble in fear.

Athlas grinned, "Oh, isn't it too late to realize it now?"

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know. Please forgive me," the silver-haired was really scared.

"Do I have to consider forgiveness for a vampire against me? How many humans have you killed, hmm?"

The aura around was suddenly heavy and gripping. The silver-haired vampire sat down with his knees bent, his body becoming limp helpless, even to move his fingers could not. He could only break out in cold sweat and tremble. Athlas was able to make him flinch easily.

"You might think that I'll just shut up while you go around killing humans and show them the existence of vampires with pride. Ahhe... Unfortunately, I have no intention of keeping quiet."

Blood clots surround the frightened vampire, his neck gripped by the blood until it is lifted up. He could only feel so claustrophobic that he could say nothing at all.

"If I can get you to kneel down hard, and I can crush you too" Athlas said with a word of emphasis.

Then screams after screams sounded so heartbreaking and full of pain, accompanied by the sound of broken bones and flesh breaking the silence of the night. Now the aroma of the night was filled with thick blood carried by the wind.

Athlasian. An existence that rules the vampires. He was the first vampire to exist to date. The kind that can live forever, except be killed with silver and cannot age. He had various skills and abilities, his strength was greatly feared. The ancestor of the vampires, better known as the head of the blood clan.

Throughout his life, Athlas had to pretend to live as an ordinary boy. All this time he hid his true identity as a vampire from among humans, and more important for the vampire nation to live a quiet life even though it must always hide.

After some time, the sound of an ambulance was heard. From the top of the towering building, Athlas' pair of fiery red eyes noticed the commotion.

"Well... It's a quick way to clean up the intruder" he said with a glaring look ahead.

"I'm sure tomorrow will be in the headlines" Nathaniel said, emerging from behind.

"Isn't that your job? Use your money to take care of it. Don't let the media report the news, remove all evidence of our people's existence" Athlas ruled decisively.

"Hahh, troublesome," lamented Nathaniel sighing long. However, he couldn't possibly not do it, as he was already the chosen one to help Athlas organize the vampires.

Athlas closed his eyes feeling the whirring of the wind that touched every strand of hair until it caressed his face, the cold piercing of the skin meant nothing. Athlas reopened his eyelids, revealing golden yellow irises.

"Ughs... An unpleasant sweet smell," protested Nathaniel covering his nose with the back of a hand. He smelled the scent of Zeline left on Athlas' body.

"Is that so?" Athlas looked back.

"Yes, where did you leave that dog?" nathaniel asked, referring to the woman Lycan he met this afternoon.

"I drove him home" Athlas replied explicitly.

"Lee Param's... I heard he was a teacher at your school. Have you met him? You're in trouble now, stupid," Nathaniel looked worried.

"Lee Param...?" Athlas was silent for a moment. The next second, he remembered the physical education teacher at his school, "Ah... That lycan."

"That's right. A pure-blooded lycan, the next one will be the chieftain."

"I know, 'Grace Param' is what I've heard them call him in the Vatican, '" Athlas said, always living in a moving place where it is possible to travel around the world, making him know things.

"Rumors about you meddling in lycan affairs have most likely spread by now" Nathaniel warned.

"That's no problem for me. I've lived a long time, maybe it's time to die" Athlas shrugged indifferently, as if tired of his eternal life.

"As long as you know, lycan for years became the property of humans and over time their blood thinned. The blood that is constantly weakened by the birth of human children, gradually produces a child that is closer to the human than a lycan..."

"Female lycan, has a higher ability to produce strong lycan, and lycan is eager to maintain blood relations."

"...Looks like Lee Param is looking at your teacher. What are you gonna do?" nathalia said at length.

"What I did...?" Athlas Mumam.

"You're not really in a relationship with him, are you? You must be just planning on messing around with that woman's lycan" urged Nathaniel.

Athlas was silent, but his left eye brows would rise as he was perplexed.

_To Be Continued_