Page 5 of Mad Hatter Vampire Prince

Hickory Dickory Hunt

Despite threatening the librarian numerous times and flicking his ridiculous top hat off, he still couldn’t find any further records on my little Sasha Pierce. The only significant thing on record was her father’s hierarchy amongst the humans and guard over the wall. There was only mention of Sasha and her mother. There was a birth certificate, now twenty-eight and mention of her current respected ranking on the wall. That was it. The same for her mother. I wasn’t at all surprised though, humans were rarely archived in our library. They didn’t hold any great significance and didn’t live very long, comparatively to our vampire lives. They died within what felt like a snap of the fingers. The only few humans that would receive more than dot points on their archives were the human rulers and cities that we overrun and overruled.

History was boring when you were a part of every expedition. It was nothing more than a pastime and now we only had one another to overrule. I enjoyed those killings and blood sprees. Once we had fully dominated humans, I wasn’t permitted to unleash my wrath like usual. My Father didn’t condone my self-expression and glee in the arts of gory entertainment. Especially if it opposed his agenda. I was only allowed to kill on his command. Blah Blah Blah. I still did what I wanted but the nagging I received afterwards put me in a stupor. There had been times when he had tried to kill me. Not him personally but at his approval. They all failed.

Yet, my father always found a use for me. He would let me unleash on his enemies and then reel me back in as if taking a child away from its newfound toy. Oh, how I kicked and screamed. Meanwhile my brother was his scholar, his son with a keen eye who learnt all that he could from him like a sponge. Combined, the two were utterly boring. There were many times when my Father destroyed my new playthings. No matter who, what or project it was, he’d destroy it before I grew bored of it organically. He was always making a point that he was our overrule. So, unapologetically, that’s why I killed him.

I slipped through one of the back gates that fenced the oversized grounds, closest to my private villa. The villas had originally been built for the royal family, now only housing my brother and me. There were another two smaller ones on the grounds that hadn’t been entered for years. They were all positioned closely to the castle which was the symbol and core of my brother’s ruling as King. I dipped into the castle from time to time when I was truly bored hoping to disturb the politicians and scholars that followed my brother everywhere.

The guards on watch acknowledged me as I walked past but said nothing as I stalked across the green grounds. Everything here was lavish and well maintained. Thinking back on the old days was forcing me in dire desperation to get out of this pen once again. If it hadn’t been for the mention of a possible upcoming war, I would’ve left sooner. But if the fun was to be at my very own home than that’s where I would be.

It was six months ago that my brother announced the inclination that our neighboring kingdom that was ruled by King Oppollo might attempt to break down our walls. I danced in glee at the prospect. It was true that we had a formidable line of resources and best of all had a glorious number of humans to feed on. Admittedly I didn’t help that cause with my lack of control, but my brother made sure to compensate their families if I went a little extreme and accidently killed the livestock. We were to live harmoniously with them. Drink their blood and repay them with their houses and jobs and blah blah blah. I didn’t care for the system, but my brother did.

I prayed that Oppollo tried to break down our walls and steal from us. Finally, some bloodshed that I wouldn’t be reprimanded for. Since then my brother had been playing the boring means of political games and tact. I personally just wanted to burn their entire Kingdom to the ground. I’d attempted to leave twice now, but my brother had Galador trailing me like I was a virgin girl out on the city for the first night, to make sure I didn’t do anything stupid. So, I waited, as patiently as I ever had in my life, waiting for the signal to burn them to the ground.

I was absolutely humming now to have found Sasha who would be my new toy until the war began. It should tick over some time until I found my fun elsewhere again. I circled the fencing and outskirts of the castle and began my hunt. I inhaled, heightening my senses to focus on that one coppery yet floral scent. Feminine mixed with a steely masculinity.

I sifted through the many scents that passed through the entrance of the castle that day. The surrounding flowers tried to intercept my sense of keen smell. The artificial day began to dim turning into night. I looked forward to a hunt that would be overshadowed by moonlight. Bingo. I found her scent and charmed a wicked smile. And so, the hunt would begin.

I would find my little mouse wherever she scurried away to hide. I wanted answers as to why she could match the speed and strength of a vampire and her eyes dilated into blackness. The thought of it aroused me once again. My cock throbbed uncomfortably in my pants at the thought. I’d had vampire lovers who had lost control, usually youngsters, but it was nothing more than a tantrum or fight and flight response. But her movement was controlled, greedy, and deadly. She was a human weapon. That excited me and I wanted to know why she was so different. I was certain it was why I was attracted to her unusual blend of metallic and floral scent that I’d never smelt before. I wanted to dig my fangs as deep as my cock inside of her.

I darted through the clean streets within the city of Grand Klaus. A rather outdated name in my opinion but my brother denied my idea of titling the city after myself. As I followed the scent it took me further into the human compounds and apartments. The vampires and humans often stuck to their own species only overlapping for the night scene and parties for the humans who felt daring. The architect of the designated areas was vastly different. While the humans enjoyed their flowers and modern white walls with bright lights, the vampires had bricked buildings and gothic theme. Majority of the vampires within this city were younger, less than a few hundred years old. I remembered going through that gothic, eerie stage as well. I tsked at myself for the audacious and flamboyant attire I would wear. Though I looked dashing no matter what I wore.

Those who were older had a sense of finery and nobility to them. They could afford to live closer to the castle with more perks. A lot of those residents had been fighters from the last war who followed my Father to overthrow this region’s human leaders and outside vampires that tried to overthrow our victory. It was an easy way to keep a closer eye on them. If anyone was daring enough to have alternative ambitions or want to overthrow my brother, then I was permitted to discard of them in whatever way I felt necessary. I was the reaper after all. It had acquired me some entertainment these last few months as I stalked them separately. There was speculation that someone from the inside of the walls was feeding information to Oppollo. I relished in the fun as these old warriors were looking over their shoulder as they went about their daily business. It was amazing to watch what paranoia could do to an immortal when their mortality was being questioned.

The streets reeked of all kinds of humans. Like a herd of cattle that had been unchecked for a while living in their own passive lives. Despite the unattractive scenery route, I was exhilarated to stalk Sasha. I anticipated to see her again even though it had only been a few hours since I had seen her last.

I stalked through the outer edges of one region which was sketchier than most. Less humans housed in the buildings as they had vacated for the more modern style towards the inner city. The apartment building was three stories high and was a mixture of the old gothic brick layered style with a modern twist. There was a small swimming pool on the top floor with glass roofing that I could barely see through. The pool had gone green and the windows looked as if they hadn’t been cleaned for decades.

I took another whiff. Sasha was definitely inside. I ascended the building next to me so I could sit across from her apartment building and simply watch. When I settled myself into position, I realized I was perched beside a golden cross. Dear God. I looked around the grounds that I sat on and the sign below me that read ‘church’ with a quote from the bible on the dusty board.

I laughed, I forgot they had these funny things and still prayed. “Remember back in the day when they thought your name and buildings kept us away?” I said shaking my finger into the sky. I personally wasn’t a believer but hey stranger things have happened and if there was a God, he was a merciless bastard to let us monsters roam his human’s world.

Every priest within the city of Grand Klaus was a vampire. A safety measure by my brother to ensure no rebellion of sorts occurred by using God’s name or instruction in vein. “Well fuck me, I do listen,” I said baffled that even I knew that. “I’ve been in this city for too long.”

I crouched, still as a gargoyle beside the cross. My suit jacket flapped in the wind ever so slightly from time to time. I could sense her walking around in her apartment. I could only sense another two residents within the building. Much to my luck, she entered the unused pool room and began to train where I could so clearly see her. Strike one, strike two on the dummy with stealth.

I watched her, transfixed as she trained for two hours and then sat down cross legged and sweaty to sharpen her blades. Nightfall was upon us and there was a slight temperature change. I knew that by the few humans who walked past with jackets on. Despite the darkness I could still see her clearly. I enjoyed watching her every movement and predatory state that seemed constantly on edge.

I caught a whiff of something wicked coming this way. Vampires jumped from building to building to close in on her apartment complex. I sighed disheartened by how predictable they were. ‘Let’s grab our pitchforks and kill the human that killed one of our own, blah blah blah.’

I stood up, anticipating their arrival. Eight of them. All for one puny human. How shameful. Like a bunch of thugs ganging up on somebody for something trivial. Well, at least this would cause some entertainment for the night. I took two steps back to give me a little running distance. I lurched forward and fell onto her apartment rooftop silently so I could counter the oncoming vampires. As I stood another vampire couldn’t change his course after jumping from the previous building. I caught him by the throat before his feet even touched the tiles. I ripped out his jugular with disdain. There was a gurgling noise before I dropped his filthy and gasping remains on the floor. I dusted off my jacket feeling filthy after the contact.

The fellow seven vampires skidded to a silent halt on the rooftop. They all immediately recognized who I was and shit themselves.

“I specifically recall stating that the human was mine,” I said flicking away black blood that had begun to run down my hand. The vampire held his throat, uncomfortable by the open wound. He didn’t need to breath, but it would take some time to heal.

“Your Majesty,” one of the young girls with black short hair dropped to her knee.

“None of that,” I said. I sensed Sasha directly beneath me. There was a thick amount of grime on the glass roofing that we stood on. It might’ve been difficult to see clearly but she knew that we were there. She probably anticipated a barrage of vampires like this to come after her.

“I could kill you all in seconds but then there would be no fun in that,” I chimed. Fear scattered their faces and one had the audacity to try and run.

With speed that outmatched his, I countered him before he jumped off the roof. I punctured through his spine and ripped his heart from behind. Immediately his body began to decay. I looked at his rotten heart with disgust. So gross yet delightfully beautiful. Transfixed as always, I tried to focus on my objective.

“Right, sorry, I forgot you were here,” I said with a smile and turned around to the others. “Here, a souvenir,” I said throwing the heart over to one of his companions. They caught it unknowing of what to do with it. “Let’s play a little game and you all really have no choice but to stay. Like this guy,” I pointed to the decaying gross carcass as I kicked it over the edge of the building and watched it splat on the ground. I giggled to myself. “Don’t be this guy.”

“A… A game?” The woman with short black hair stumbled. Finally, one that had the courage to at least speak. I offered her a reassuring crazed smile.

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