Vamp Huntress Hunted - Mariana Mendoza (parable of the sower read online .TXT) 📗

called for a meeting. We’ll be discussing this. Also, another vampire from the international council is coming.” he told me.
“ I thought you were the only one.” I muttered, an eyebrow raised.
“ No. The international council is made up of each continent’s national council. There are five other vampires in the international council.” he explained to me.
I ahed and got to where he was.
“ Kass is in charge?” I asked him.
“ Yes, he’ll be keeping the house secure until we get back.” he told me.
I nodded and we walked out.
We talked a little while we were driving to Fangs, where the council went when meeting came. It wasn’t the brilliant idea I have ever heard but it was secret and no one knew about it. The meeting was held under Fangs. It was really cool.
“ So, you think The Ghost is a chick?” I asked him.
“ I have no idea.” he told me.
“ I think it is. I have a feeling that a chick is killing anyone that she doesn’t like, which is everyone.” I told him.
He looked at me, thinking about what I said.
“ Why do you think that the ghost is a she?” he asked.
“ Lets pretend that it is. It would obviously easier to take down a guy if you’re a chick because guys usually let chicks get closer to them. If it was a guy, then he’ll have to be sneaky as hell to just even get close enough to attack a vampy.” I explained my reason.
He was nodding.
“ You’re right. No sensible vampire would let another male get closer to him. Only girls can because most vampires think of them weak.” he said.
“ I just said that.” I muttered.
“ I heard that.” he told me.
Like I cared.
The night was early and many people were at Fangs.
As we got out, I came to the sire’s side, only behind him and ready to face the state council.
“ You ready, Kira?” he asked.
“ Do you care?” I answered his question with a question.
“ No.” he said simply.
“ Well, there’s you answer.” I told him.
And then we went in.


The F**k?!

I walked behind and to the right of the sire. The sire himself was walking as slow and deliberate as he could. I had on all the weapons I could carry without slowing me down, which wasn’t much. I had three thin, strong, magicked daggers tucked into my waistband on both of my side and my back. I had smaller knives inside the sweater I wore two razor sharp hair chopsticks on my hair bun that I did while we were driving to Fangs.
I was ready for the fight. I mean, if anything bad happened.
We had parked about eight blocks away from fangs, close to an old abandoned building. I had told him that it would be best and I wanted to know if I could bait the assassin. The sire agreed and allowed me to park.
Allowed. What a bunch of shit of bull.
I looked up at Fangs. It hadn’t changed much. I haven’t been in Fangs for a while but then, I was busy fighting the sire’s enemies and training my keepers and learning the vampy ropes I had. God, I love my job.
“ I wish the council could have chosen a different place to hold meeting and do other birding crap.” I told the sire.
“ I never understood why you didn’t like this place.” He told me as he began walking towards the large building. I followed.
“ Its not that I don’t like fangs, its just that we can get infected. Do you have any idea of how many germs are in there?” I asked him.
“ We’re vampires, Kira, we can’t get diseases. No germs in there can kill us.” he told me.
“ You have no idea. There are walking germs in there. And we can’t die but we can infected either way. The diseases will rub off on us and we’ll be infected. Trust me on this, I know my diseases.” I told him matter of fact.
“ Oh yeah? And what diseases could infect us, enlighten me.” He said, not believing me.
“ Well, there’s shittiitis, doucheyitis, snobphoma, bitchy disease, full of shit disease, fuckphoma, the loser virus, you know, and other crap related to them.” I told him.
“ Those aren’t diseases, Kira.”
“ Sure they are. I’ve already have the bitchy disease. You have about half of those infections. I’m starting to wonder if you gave it to me…” I said.
“ Oh, shut up, keeper, you’re such a dork.” he told me.
“ I’m infected with that too?” I asked exasperated.
We got to the bouncer and he let us in. We stepped in and everything became darker than outside. I liked it but didn’t at the same time. The music immediately gave me a head ache.
“ Hey, baby, how about a little lap dance for me and my buddies?” a drunk guy asked, trying to put his hands on me.
“ Shove off, loser.” I said and lightly pushed him out of my way.
“ See? Like I said, walking germs.” I said.
The sire chuckled and just kept going until we got to an employees only door. We went in and walked straight until we got to the fifth door on the right. The boss opened it and I saw a flight of stairs that led down to what I guessed would be both the basement and the council meeting room.
We went down the stairs quickly. I was now on alert. Whenever a council meeting was held inside the council rooms, everyone was on good terms, everyone was allies, and no one ever fought. But that didn’t stop the rest of the other clan’s keepers to come ill prepared. This was my third meeting and I knew that all keepers were always to support their clan’s leader.
Once we were down, I saw that everyone was there. The witch clan, with the queen, who was about half a foot shorter than me. She had long, messy blond hair and blue eyes with bright red lips. She was wearing a simple dark blue dress and black sandals. She always looked a little messy and, of them all, was the odd one. Her keeper was a warlock who had dirty blond hair and dark grey eyes. He was serious, as always with his sharp features and thin lips. I never liked the dork.
Next was the shapeshifter leaders, or alpha. The male leader alpha dude was buff. He was like a little over the slim buff size and looked like he could be a wrestling model. His skin was dark brown, making his brown eyes lighter. He was wearing a mask of what looked to be menace. He was wearing decent pants and shoes this time, thank goodness. His mate was about my height, shorter than her man. Her skin was just a shade lighter than her husband’s skin. Her hair was black and long and straight and her eyes were glossy black, which were really creepy. Her features were slightly softer than her man’s but she did have an athletic build. They brought two male keepers. One had short, light brown hair and dark brown eyes while the other one had light brown hair and hazel-grey eyes. Their features and body build was similar to their leader’s. It was a little weird and hot which, above all of them, I liked them best.
Then there were the faeries. The faerie queen of the Seelie court had bright, curly, yellow blond hair. Her eyes were and odd color of iridescent ice-blue. Her lips were thin and her nose was a little pointy. She was wearing a long puffy, ancient yet beautiful looking bright blue dress. She looked as if she was an old queen of england, which wasn’t far off since she was queen after all. She looked bored and a little irritated. Her guard keeper had black as night hair and eyes. His nose was also a little pointy and he was about an inch or two taller than his queen. He had a lean body, as if he had no muscles. His shoulders looked brought but that might be because of his prince looking jacket and tight pants. Spandex was so out of style but I wasn’t about to tell him that. Both their skin colors were pale, nearly as pale as my skin but as always, no skin could compare to mine.
I followed my sire to a seat that was at the opposite side of the door. He sat down while I had to stand behind. Damn him that vampy bastard. I slightly glared at him no one could tell, because of them all, I had the best to hide all my thoughts.
“ When do you presume that that bloody vampire friend of yours will present himself?” the seelie queen asked.
“ Not long, queen Gretel, do not lose your cool just yet.” my sire said.
Yeah, Gretel, don’t get your panties in a bunch.
And a minute after he said it, the vampire that represented Europe came in. And boy, what a show he put on.
The dude was as tall as the sire, only about an inch or two taller. He was lean, no muscles showing but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be dangerous. His skin was as white as grey chalk. His brown hair was combed back. He had a semi pointy chin and a pointy nose. His eyes were the lightest hazel that I thought they almost a gold color. His legs and arms were long and his shoulder broad. His fingers were long too. He wore a very expensive looking suit and fine shoes. He looked the exact opposite of the boss. Crapola, he was just as handsome as the sire. I bet whoever looked at him would swoon and cheat on their boyfriends. I also bet that he was over centuries old. I didn’t like my men thousands of years old.
I was too shocked of how good looking and how much aura of strength he had that I couldn’t think of anything in my mind. I eventually got a handle on myself because I was sure betting that I had shown slight shock. I looked down at the boss and saw that he had seen me from the corner of his eye. He had stiffened and a flash of annoyance showed in his face. It was gone as fast as it came so I might have mistaken his expression, though I highly doubt it.
“ I apologize for my late arrival, there is a lot of traffic here in Pennsylvania.” he said.
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