Chapter 92 The Party Hasn’t Begun

[Nicholas’s P.O.V.)

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I stood on the second floor of a bar, smiling at the revelers below. These rotten people twisted their waists as they raised their glasses and shouted. But they didn’t know what was waiting for them.

I had been friends with the people in this bar in Paris for years because of one of my stupid subordinates. When he was sucking a customer’s blood in the bar’s bathroom, he was spotted by the owner. Yes, apparently some vampires were that stupid, but thankfully there were only a few of them.

What was supposed to have happened was that either that subordinate was executed for violating the rules of the pack, or the owner was killed and the mess cleaned up. But my men did something even more ridiculous.

After the bar owner knelt and promised him a large sum of money, that subordinate of mine turned him into a vampire by injecting his vampire poison into the boss’s body through his fangs. And the boss still paid him a large sum of money.

Unfortunately, I eventually found out about it so when they both dropped to their knees at my feet in tears, they began to blame each other. Well, that’s human nature. My subordinate repeatedly stressed that the owner of the bar was the one who made this request because he desperately wanted to live forever, even though he would never be able to live in the sun again. But what did it matter? He was a nightclub owner.

The owner’s argument was that my subordinate should not have done such unethical things at his bar. But since what’s done was done, the owner was willing to do anything for me.

I decided to listen to neither as I broke both their necks and took over the bar.

Now, I would come here when I felt like I had nothing to do. I appointed a new manager to it and instructed him to make it a vampire-themed bar with funny pictures of Dracula hanging on the door so that it could also be a tourist attraction.

And my plans worked – tourists started flocking in, willingly ordering cocktails, sometimes more expensive drinks, and leisurely enjoying themselves. And while they were having a good time, the air conditioning would release a gas to make our dear guests unconscious and dull sensation of pain. That was when I would elegantly go out to the field and choose a delicious prey.

I liked to pick the necks of the snow-white, tall and beautiful young men because when I feasted on them, it would give me a kind of sexual pleasure. Once I had picked my prey, my men would take their turn to pick theirs.

Before the night ended, I would erase the memory of the people who were there and send them home. Once they woke up the next morning, they would find teeth marks on the side of their necks, but they had no memory of what happened the night before.

I could have killed them easily, but I didn’t want to get into unnecessary trouble. I wanted them to return home to become the good children and spouses they were to their family. How kind I was.

But if there was anyone I liked, I would personally turn them into a vampire. There were limitations to turning into one, so not just anyone could join this noble species.

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Tonight, I was leaning against the railing on the second floor of the bar. My gaze swept through the crowd, looking for the lucky prey tonight. But a male’s voice quacked beside me.

“Sir, Sir Frankie is here!”

I was a little angry that he had interrupted my hunt. Now, everything that night was ruined. These lucky trash had escaped death.

“F*ck, I told you to keep an eye on him. Why did you wait so long to tell me?”

I yelled at my sidekick, Benny and he looked sad. He was so stupid and ugly, just like his father. His mother was my cousin, and if she hadn’t entrusted him to me on her deathbed, I probably would have turned him to ash many times over.

“Nicholas, you’re doing this dirty stuff again.”

Just as I was about to leave the bar, Frankie appeared in front of me, enshrouded by a fading red mist.

“Honey, I’m just hanging around here, I’m not trying to cause any trouble.”

“Idiot, sooner or later something will go wrong with you, and this method is disgusting.”

He was the only person in the world who dared to call me an idiot and still be alive.

“How is the situation with the Werewolf of Chaos?” asked Frankie to me.

“Oh, my subordinates are still searching.”

“Your subordinates are as stupid as you. It’s obviously related to Southern Wilderness Pack. Why can’t you get such simple logic?”

“Your undead army isn’t any better. The traces of battle at the scene is proof that there were no more than five of the wolves, but your skeleton soldiers still managed to escape.”

“I don’t want to listen to your nonsense. Find that Werewolf of Chaos as soon as possible.” And with that, Frankie disappeared in a red mist.

I was a little disappointed, but more than that, I was unwilling.

The only thing we ever talked about was the Werewolf of Chaos. I loved him so much, but he never seemed to return my feelings. I knew that he might still hate me, but I had been treating him so well for so many years since then. Either he could not get over that issue, or I just couldn’t get over him.