I want to thank all of you my dearest readers that had given this story a chance. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you so much for the support and you kind reviews. They mean the world to me. Thanks to my first reader Nyvia, and to my Beta Marian & Sep who helped me a lot for this to look pretty.
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Ninety-six and a half years of life- it sure a long, long time. I was twenty-three years old when I was became a vampire. Plus these last couple of decades I've been hanging around on Earth, makes me ninety-six years old. I probably should be dead by now. Doing the risky business I did when I was an adolescent and during my young adulthood, working for mobsters and gangs, I could have died me young. But I didn't.
No one could imagine that me, Royce King III could be alive after ninety-six years. I have no gray hairs, no trace of time has passed on my face or body, and I still feel young and strong.
How is that possible? It's easy. I'm a handsome vampire.
I don't know who changed me, I don't even remember if he said his name when I talked to him. He just waited and waited, until I woke up to this life. The man taught me how to hunt and feed and that was about it. I was on my own, without anything more other than the word vampire and the legends I heard when I was a kid.
"From now on Royce, you won't eat human food. Humans are going to be your main source of food."
I looked at him and shook my head. "Sir, pardon me but I think you're crazy. Can you tell me seriously, what the fuck happened to me?"
"You're a vampire."
"You got to be kidding me!" I laughed, but after a close inspection, I wasn't in pain, I wasn't bleeding from the wounds caused by- her.
And hell! That was about it. He left me alone, with a burning throat and the promise that I would live forever in the middle of an empty valley.
"Forever is a long time, sir," I sneered, but he just turned his back to me and smirked.
"Then boy, enjoy your forever." Without saying another word, the guy disappeared.
From the transformation, all I could remember was the pain. It was so powerful that I thought I was in Hell. But I wasn't.
I didn't realized what I had become until the night after my change. I was roaming down Central Park and the scent of a young woman caught my senses, but I couldn't see her. I was paralyzed and a power inside of me took command of my body, making me run at a speed that was impossibly fast for a human. I was amazed of how swift I was, and in a matter of seconds, I saw her. She had her back toward me, her feet inside a fountain and a book on her hands. I glanced at the dark sky. Sniffing the air again, her scent was sweet and inviting, making my mouth literally water. Later on, I learned that was our venom. My feet dragged me to her and I sat at her side. She turned and smiled at me then went back to reading.
I smiled back.
She turned again and smiled. "Evening, si—" The young woman was cut off when she heard the menacing growl that came from inside of me. I opened my eyes wide open and looked over my shoulder. But I realized that the sound I heard had came from deep inside of me.
She was no match for my strength. Within seconds, I dragged her to a secluded area of the park and snapped her neck easily. My creator had told me to sink my teeth into the flesh of the neck and the rest was guided by instinct. I drained the girl and even ripped off a limb to see if I could get more of the sweet, warm liquid that cleared and calmed my constantly burning throat.
Now, ninety-six long ass years has passed since the day I was born and seventy-three since my change. I have a lot of fun, don't get me wrong, but there's nothing that can stop me from taking and having what I want.
In the late thirties, The New York's World Fair of 1939 "The World of Tomorrow," gave its estimated twenty-five million visitors a glimpse of the future. For me? Boring as hell! The fair-goers marveled at the flickering images of a TV set at the RCA Building and were amazed at the General Motors exhibit of a seven-lane cross-country highway system. Many of those innovations did not become a part of everyday life until after World War II.
The forties were pretty well defined by World War II. The Japanese bombing of Pearl Harbor, such a tragedy for our country, shattered United Stated. President Franklin D. Roosevelt guided the country on the home front; General Dwight D. Eisenhower commanded the troops in Europe. I went to World War II and came back home as one of the heroes who survived the awfully Vietnamese resistance. To be honest, I didn't like their blood. Tasted funny.
The fifties. Ahh, the glorious fifties. The first type of music to come to my mind was rock 'n roll. It born from a blend of Southern blues and gospel music with an added strong back beat, but no one seems to accept this. It was a blend -believe me I was there. This type of music was popular with teenagers who were trying to break out of the mainstream and conservative American middle class mold. Popular artists such as Bill Haley, Elvis Presley and Jerry Lee Lewis were promoted on the radio. Jerry Lee Lewis was the shit! I used to live in Montana at that time, when he was just emerging on the radio stations. My favorite song of his was "Breathless." Not that I remember the feeling of being breathless, but my victims -meals- sure knew when to give up when they lost their breath.
In the sixties: Woodstock. I killed more people there, than in the last thirty years of my vampire life. In one week, I killed almost forty-nine hippies. And no, junkies blood didn't affect me. The blood had that particular flavor, but nothing that could affect me at all. The Woodstock Festival, at which four hundred thousand young people gathered in a spirit of love and sharing, represented the pinnacle of the hippie movement. Many hippies moved to Haight Ashbury in San Francisco, East Village in New York City, or lived in communes along the beaches. I had one of the greatest times ever. And the government believed hippies were killing each other. Idiots.
Seventies, eighties and nineties? Nothing really happened in my humble opinion. In those three decades, I lived in Turkey, Malaysia, Sweden, Rome and Paris. I even a spent a long season in Riviera Maya, Mexico. I met a few vampire females along the way on my trips around the world, but not a single one could wash away her.
I saw her in every damn woman I met.
Once I got bored of seeing the same things, I decided to move back to New York and I attended college. I thought that it was a great idea to become a lawyer.
I'm a very powerful and successful lawyer now. If you know the law, you know how to break the rules.
I work for the CEO of Midnight Enterprises. We work for the investment industry in the heart of Manhattan, New York. My boss is Marlon Roberts, the founder and Senior Manager since 1998. Since we started working together, our name is the most important name in the investment industry, as told by the New York Times. I live in The Palace, a proper place for a King like me.
I am the most profitable lawyer in the district.
A very high, respected, expensive and well acclaimed in the New York high society: Mr. Royce Mathews King.
A/N: So Royce had been a bad guy all this time, don't you think? Give me some love, don't be shy .