02
Jayden’s POV
It's so late at night; lying in bed, deep in thoughts of the funny and, at the same time, ridiculous scenario that happened earlier at the club.
I'm Jayden Crane, the one and only ruler of all mafia bosses in the United States. I’m known as the vampire lord amongst my kind in the underworld, and I’m the only vampire lord left. I’m only known as the mafia Lord in the mundane world, and no one dares cross my path and go scot-free, including the vamps.
I decided to visit a club and go look for a fresh drink on my own, not knowing tonight wasn’t a regular.
As I sat at the VIP, expecting a meal to come over like they do, and then my eyes caught a perky butt packed in a hot red dress.
I looked above the butts and found out she’s a blonde, then I suddenly felt the urge to see her turn around and see her face because she was backing me while facing the bartender.
That wasn’t me at that moment. "Why the fuck would I be checking a lady out!?"
I furrowed my brows as I thought of this while lying in bed, facing the ceiling. I don't seem to find the incident funny anymore.
When I was about to manipulate her to come over to me, which is not my thing, she surprisingly turned around in my direction at that instance, and our eyes locked immediately.
I got more interested in her upon seeing her emerald eyes, face, and lips. Damn! The mundane was looking so hot and palatable, no doubt! But how dare she? How dare she have an ulterior motive!
I knew it was Damon the moment I felt her inject something like a needle into my skin to withdraw my blood. I was wondering what he was up to when he finally revealed himself as the top mafia boss a few weeks ago, but now I know.
I should have gotten rid of him immediately after getting full details about his whereabouts. Now, the calamity that befell both the underworld and the mundane world a thousand years ago is about to repeat itself.
Although, about the lady he sent, something seems off about her.
"How was she able to make me weak with the vervain spray?" I pondered, confused.
Vervain makes all vampires weak, but that could only happen if the vervain was ingested.
Only one’s mate can use the spray and make it have an effect on you through sniffing, and my mate is long gone. It hurts whenever I recall her death.
We vamps are only bound to a mate; if one dies, the other would live a lonely life for the rest of his or her days, for there’s nothing like a new mate or second mate.
As the blonde set her emeralds on me in the club, I knew she was going to approach me, as no one dare restrict my bewitching face.
I also felt her confidence when she decided to whisper the funny truth into my ear. She didn't seem ordinary. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t wait to feed on her, and that’s not like me either.
I acted rashly tonight; I already sniffed in the spray before I could sense danger from her, and surprisingly, my whole system was already damn weak—more like a paralyzed limb.
Although I was still very aware of what was going on around me, she had already succeeded and escaped before I could get hold of myself and gather up enough strength.
On a regular basis, I could still catch up with her, but I hadn't fully recovered from the vervain.
After recovering a little from the vervain, I decided to move closer to a girl, drew her close, and plunged my fangs deep into her shoulder.
She didn’t seem bothered, as she submitted to me even without me manipulating her or anything; all these bitches like it painful now. These weak, mundane people are ready to give me their heads as long as I give them the chance to come close to me. All I need is to ask.
After feeding on them, the two holes made by my fangs would close up immediately on their shoulders automatically—we all have that in us, including a newborn vamp.
I don’t drink them dry. If I want that, I’d go for their neck; the same thing happens if I want to convert them, but I don’t seem to see the need to drink anyone dry yet, and I guess that will change soon.
The indiscriminate conversion of mundanes into suckers happened a thousand years ago; only I have the conversion fangs now. No one among the vampires can turn any mundane creature into a vampire, even if they go for the neck. Only I have the conversion blood running in my veins. Many vampire lords used to, but now I’m the only one existing ever since the incident that happened a thousand years ago.
I knew what happened tonight would happen if we didn’t get rid of Damon first; now he’s succeeded after his betrayal 500 years ago. He’s been planning on making the whole realm filled with our kind; he wants to put an end to the mundane world.
Now that it's gotten to this, I guess I have to go to Cyprus and head to the underworld. It’s no longer safe here. But first, I need to deal with this daring soul that dares cross my path. I’ll use her to teach his other followers a great lesson. I should remind them of the big consequences they’d encounter if they tried to mess with me again.
I was thinking of going very early tomorrow morning, but that’d be too creepy. Who knows if he’s already injected my blood into himself and started turning his followers into suckers already?
I need to act fast before he sends the blonde away. She deserves to be punished by me; she can’t escape that. I know what Damon's capable of.
After enough thinking, I got down from bed, went straight to my closet, looked for a matching plain black palazzo suit, and dressed in it. I loosened the first three buttons of my shirt from up, which made my bare chest expose a little. I used my favorite blueberry-mint cologne. After giving myself a perfect killer look, I took a brief glance at my reflection in the mirror and made an attempt for the door.
I only have two guards with me; they are both suckers, and they are the only vamps in the mundane world with me; the rest are in the underworld, which is hidden far away from the mundane in Cyprus; it’s dominated by vampires; ordinary humans can never locate its whereabouts; one can only gain access to it through teleportation, and only vampires and the ones with superpowers can do that.
Jimmy and Jeremy, my two personal guards who are also brothers, help me with information about how things are going in the underworld. I asked them to watch secretly for me without letting them know, and they’ve been giving me both negative and positive feedback, which I’m finally going to attend once I’m done here. They were already set up downstairs, awaiting my commands as always.
They saw me approach and bow. I signaled to them, and they understood we have a serious issue to deal with immediately. I chose to go in a black sports car. Jimmy and Jeremy went for the front seats while I sat at the back, taking some shots from my blunt.
"The D Clan," I said to them. They understood immediately, and Jimmy, who’s in the driver’s seat, plied the road smoothly at a very high speed, like someone going on a suicide mission.
We arrived at Damon’s clan in just 45 minutes. By the time we got there, it was already 11pm I knew Damon would be expecting me to come the following morning. I set out of the car, threw away my remaining blunt, and made to go for the daring blonde’s suit.
It's so easy to locate her. I asked the JJ brothers to make everyone present in their gathering hall by making an urgent call through their callers' alarm bell. I asked them not to go for Damon because he might be too strong for them to handle now. I know my blood is running through him right now, and I also don’t stand a chance of taking him down at the moment; I haven't fully recovered from the vervain.
He really planned this thoroughly, but I’m sure he’s not expecting what I’m about to do tonight either.
After getting the location of the daring blonde through her scent, I disappeared in thin air and made to go for her door. I unlocked her door with my eyes, which turned red in the process, and went back to normal after unlocking the door. There I met her, still asleep in bed. I angrily woke her up with a hot slap.
She made an attempt to fight back, but I restrained the dummy blonde with just my thoughts, making her hang in the process.
Then, she stared keenly at me with her emerald eyes, looking really perplexed, and scared.
I couldn’t figure out the emotions in her eyes, but I know she’s weary right now. She made an attempt to talk, but I sealed her mouth just by furrowing my brows in the direction of her mouth and did the vampire lord thing. Only I can do as much as these, as the vampire lord, but I guess that will change soon.
I noticed she didn’t want to get up from her position; she seems to be a stubborn type. Her behavior got me more angry, and I manipulated her to act according to my thoughts. I said into her head to stand up; she did, and immediately stepped down from her bed.
Pulling her by hair, I dragged her to where she'll serve as a moral lesson to the rest of her clan members.