His anger wormed through his body. He had been awoken early and been hunted and forced to flee. Even the thing that had been good, the finding of those whose blood was so sweet was not completely good. He had taken the female and now held her in his lair, but he still desired the male. To have both and turn them into vassals would be wonderful. He had stalked the male and knew that he was with the hunters and so he was angry.

  He came to the home of the young woman that he had been ordered to seduce for those men. He was ordered to take her. She had been found worth studying and now they wanted her. In his anger and agitation, he was less than subtle. He forced his way into her room, and she let out a cry before he put her to sleep, and it happened. Guards patrolling nearby had heard her cry and come. He smiled because he could let out his anger. Two guards stormed into the room, and he fell upon them. The battle was short but vicious; the first guard fell before he even knew what was going on. His throat ripped out. The other he played with like a cat letting the terror grow. The young guard lashed out with his weapon, but it could not harm one such as him. He grabbed the guard and pulled him close before he bit down and began to drink. After he had slaked his thirst and appeared his anger he turned and left with the woman. He would deal with the hunters soon and take the male as his prize. They would both serve him into eternity as he took the power that was promised and arose as an undying king. He smiled at the thought as he flew into the night.

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