~Hunted By The Barbaric Vampire King~
Book 3 of The Awakening Series
In the year 2081, an unexpected war plagued the world-changing human lives and the supernatural community forever. The awakening is what the media called it, the act of the vampire species coming into awareness of the human world.
Army’s all around the world were defeated. Human world leaders were publicly executed. The human species was near the brink of extinction. After the awakening, any human that survived could only pray for death. All human rights were stripped away and lost forever.
The species of hunters have protected humans long before The Awakening or rather Slaughtered Sunday. That’s what we call the bloody feast. Before, then we were bound by our weapons and tied by our blood to protect those who were incapable of protecting their selves. A lot of my people have given their lives to spare the human species.
Once upon a time, when the world was worth a little more than a penny, we did just that. We were the invisible soldiers who enforced the laws of the land. We were like parents to humans, turning on the light and tucking our children into bed after they experienced a shitty nightmare. My people were the ones to get our hands dirty, just so the civilians didn’t have to deal with churning stomachs after the slaughter. We went through a lot of shit for the species of humans without expecting anything in return.
We didn’t need any type of reward.
Hunters don’t do shit for bounty. If I’m going, to be honest, I have to admit that hunters only protected and fought alongside humans because we enjoy the thrill of the kill. We hunters are selfish individuals. We only give a fuck about our damn selves. We’re not some type of angels.
To be quite frank, we’re just as fucked up as the vampire, even though no one will ever admit it. All hunters love to spill demon blood that’s the only reason why we were their soldiers. To be quite candid, the humans didn’t deserve our protection. That species was nothing but the devil’s seed roaming the earth freely.
Before, the awakening of the human world was anything but perfect. Humans killed one another and fought for land just like the werewolves and Lycans. They were greedy. Extremely, greedy. Sex, drugs, and money was key point in most of their daily lives. In the past, humans have mistreated and even enslaved their own species. It was a dog-eat-dog type of world. Those creatures aren’t innocent by far. Humans killed other humans!
They were so fucking barbaric.
That’s the truth about human nature. They are ruthless, barbaric, malicious, insane, short-tempered, sadistic, and cold-hearted bitches.
They are just as bad, if not worse than the Seven Demon Kings plus the Devil himself that claimed a continent as one of their own!
To sum it all up, the world isn’t fucked up now. The world has always been fucked up, always, and fucking forever! We’re all fucking animals if you ask me. Every last one of us! Money used to make the world go round. Now, blood does. Big fucking deal!
Hunters had one job and that was to protect the humans. One fucking job and we failed.
Oh, well! That is that. At least, we tried to defend the abomination of a species. You win some and you lose some. It’s life! They didn’t deserve our protection in the first place if you ask me.
You might think I sound like a bitch! Let me be a fucking bitch. I hate to be the one to break it to you but I put the capital B in Bitch, bitch.
A person who’s usually classified as a bitch is a realist. People don’t like realists. People like puppets, who they can make move the way that they want them to move. They like people that they can control. People like followers, who follow and agree with other people’s beliefs and the train of thought.
Most people, like yes, mams. I’m far from someone’s yes fucking mam! I don’t give a fuck about what other people think. I could give two fucks! Two fucking fucks! I don’t care how anyone feels about me, or how I make other people feel.
The only person I care about is myself, my gang, and my niece. Yeah, you heard me right I only care about people who are in my circle. I’m just as fucked up as everybody else. It is what it is, baby.
I’m lost. Once, again I’ll tell you that I’m a realist. The realist bitch that most people ever met.
Game over! Oh well, here I stand and I’m going to continue to stand right here because I play to win. Life is a gamble baby you got to get it how you get it.
I’m the hunter who knows how to get it and plays by my own rules and my rules are the only rules that I follow. I’m that bitch.
I’m the type that does shit just to get under people’s skin and that doesn’t exclude any species, humans, vampires, hunters, witches, werewolves, Lycans whoever. Screw you, you, you, and you! But vampires get a big (screw you.)
I hate them the most. I hate them with a burning passion. When it comes to them it’s really a huge fuck you! I pray every single night that that entire species die slow. Better yet, I pray every single night, each and every one of them fall off the face of the earth and it’s not because any of them did anything to me in particular.
Besides, killing off half of my species but again, I’m a realist. I don’t care about that shit either. We signed up for the shit therefore we can’t complain about taking an L. They just fucking blow my life. I can’t stand those arrogant pieces of shit, especially the one who rules this continent of South America.
King Lucious. He’s known to be a savage king that despised the human race. He is known for his barbaric and reckless nature. No human stands a chance in his kingdom. They are nothing but mere cattle or lamb to feast on and us hunters can’t do shit about it. Believe me, I know first hand of this piece of shit cruelty.
He killed off all of my family like I care and has been attempting to off me as well, but I’m so much smarter than him. I’m smarter than all of them actually, standing right under their nose.
Those stupid little shits aren’t good in shit but killing or more like bullying a race that doesn’t have the same numbers as they have, Trust, me! I know.
We tried to defend ourselves on countless accusations and got slaughtered over and over again, especially against King Luscious. His Bitch ass always wins. I can’t stand him. He reminds me of the old human politicians. Rich opinionated, always getting his way type of asshole!
I hated those guys too. I was so glad when the vampires rid the world of them to be honest.
The shit was fucking hilarious but I’m going off of topic butt that’s not the point, back to the blood demons. I hate them and I’m going to play a part in ending them and that’s a promise. Although, it’s not revenge, retribution, or vengeance that I seek. Nope, I get plenty of that. People who fuel and fire only come from anger are just flat-out miserable if you ask me. Sorry, I’m just not that girl. I’m not even a slave who seeks freedom. I’ve been free all my life. No one will ever be able to place me in chains. I’ll slit my own throat before I will allow that to happen.
I just want them dead because I want them dead and I always get what I want.
I do what I want as well when I want to do it. Always have and always will.
I live my life to the fullest. Killing every vampire who’s unfortunate enough to cross my path, yup I kick ass. I’m such a badass. My people tend to say that I’m full of myself and big-headed.
Bingo, they are correct.
My gang doesn’t seem to mind though and that’s why they are my gang. I love those bitches! Fuck fake friends by the way.
That’s exactly why I was down with tagging along with the gang when we received word that my half-brother managed to escape the demons and wanted to team up with a pack of dogs to defeat North America Demon King.
Plus, the word around the world is that The King Of All Vampire Kings beloved is a human slash vampire bitch, who knows how to kick some serious ass. I just got to see this shit with my own eyes. A dhampir, leading the vampire world. Ha! Ha! Ha! Plus, there are also rumors that the ruthless king beloved is some Wilde Dog! Ha, that’s even funnier.
Anywho, those were the things that made me tag along. Besides the fact that I had absolutely nothing else better to do but fuck with the demons, hunt them down, pull out their hearts, and set their remains on fire.
I’m a hunter. The baddest huntress you will ever encounter.
That’s what I was created to do. Hunt. But then it all went sour.
Unfortunately for me, fate decided to be a huge bitch and to once again turn me the hunter into the hunted. The bitch totally screwed me! I had it all control into that bitch came along.
Yup, she shoved a huge fuck you far up my sex but it’s okay because she screwed the demon who’s hunting me too.
The Barbaric Vampire Kings is coming for me. Apparently, he won’t once again rest into I’m dead.
Yeah, yeah! I heard it all before.
The people are talking, and they have been saying that he wants me so bad that he can taste me. Yeah, I bet he does. The Barbaric fool wants to silence me from telling the world that I’m his beloved.
Yup, the Hunter hating Vampire has been matched with a Hunter.
One, of the last remaining hunters of the bloodline that he hates.
Ha! Ha! Ha!
See? Fate said fuck him too!
Anyway, I don’t want anything to do with the monster either, and if the demon decides to go all predator, bringing his ass my way if he wants to. I promise you that he will die.
I’m ready for him. We are all ready for him. Of course, my gang is down to ride.
One fight we all fight that’s our motto and if my lovely inamorato continues down this path. He will get what he wants.
He will die. Trust me. I’m Beretta Banks, baby, and I will never go out without a big bang!