Bryce was bored with his prey. She was dying and therefore not putting up much of a fight. He pushed her to the ground, her whimpering not amusing him. He waved his hand prompting one of his minions to come and take her body away. He sighed, wiping his mouth. His white shirt was unbuttoned from where she had tried to please him. Bryce was almost one thousand years old, his features the reason for his being changed. Even as a human he was adored by women, and men, drawing the attention of his maker. As a vampire his appearance had improved ten-fold. And he knew it.

“ I feel like feeding from her today,” he told his right hand man, Xavier.

“ Yes, sir,” Xavier replied, walking quietly from the room. Bryce was sitting on his self appointed throne. Although he wasn’t recognized, as he felt he rightfully should be, as royalty, his strength and number of followers made him quite powerful. No one had challenged him in five hundred years and it was because of her and the power found in her blood that made him rest easy. He drummed his fingers impatiently. He lusted for her blood, and hated waiting. Fifteen minutes had passed and still he waited. Suddenly, his bother, Zane hurried into the room.

“ Brother? What is it?” Bryce asked, seeing the worried look on Zane’s face.

“ I bring you terrible news. I was just coming to tell you about a witch and her human that I found. I brought them to you as a gift, brother. You were not yet awake when I captured them.” Zane paused.

“ And?”, Bryce pressed.

“ And, they managed to escape.” Zane lowered his eyes and seemed to cower slightly, bracing for the impact of his next words. “ They took her,” he whispered.

“ Eh?” Bryce strained to hear his brother.

“ They took her with them. She is gone, into the sunlight.” As the words escaped his lips his brother was on him, pinning him to the ground.

“ No!” he screamed, crushing Zane’s windpipe. His brother would heal, but Byrce held him to keep the process from happening too quickly.

Bryce stood, slicking his jet black hair back and wiping his brow. He fixed his collar and tucked in his shirt while his brother made uncomfortable gargling noises.

“ As my brother you must know that I cannot kill you. But as my serf you are charged with losing my most prized possession. Find her, or I’ll have Xavier hang you at the next dawn.”


About Mighty Damsels

I am a sick and tired nerd. Male characters have dominated the action/sci-fi/fantasy genres for far too long. No more will women be in distress, cast as the "girlfriend" or made to wear tight leather pants. Ladies! Raise up your swords, M16's, phaser guns and pens!

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