Unholy World Chronicles ch.1

What the fuck is going on with them this evening? Gerard thought to himself. His minions, as he called them, were quarreling amongst themselves as they sat at their tables. This was something out of the ordinary, as none of his men ever fought. Must just be high tensions, he thought again, its hot and stuffy here…that’s all. But tonight was the night of the week where the “normies” would be brought out for Gerard to see. He would then decide if they were to be kept and turned, or simply made into dinner…which his men never seemed to hate this alternative. He smiled grimly, though he was a vampire, and a comrade to his men, he disliked, no, he hated the sound of the poor normies screaming in pain and agony while they became devoured. He cringed at past memories where his men became to excited, making quite a mess of his gracious home. On occasion he still found bits and pieces of fingers or toes wedged between stones or under carpets, in the decaying process, and emitting a foul odor. Not a pleasant thing to remember, he thought again, fighting back a shudder. While he had traveled through his memories, Gerard had failed to notice his men had become increasingly louder and violent…pushing and shoving one another until a brawl was on the verge of breaking out.1

“Stop at once!” He barked at them, making them come to a complete standstill. “What the hell is the matter with you all tonight?” He gazed lazily at their faces, some torn in rage, others shrouded in fear of being ripped apart by their friends, some just looking very nonchalant. “Is it because tonight is the night of the normies? All you all so blinded by hunger that you simply cannot control yourselves?!” He made his rounds to the men, all of them lowering their gaze to the floor. No one was permitted to look into his face unless told to…or unless you were a friend.2

“No my king,” one spoke up making Gerard spin towards him. But Gerard knew who he was just by his voice. It was his commanding officer, the general of his army, but most importantly…it was his friend.3

“No what, Raymond?” He asked him, slowly walking over to stand in front of him. Ray stood a good 5 inches over him, with a muscled build and un-obeying brown hair that stood out in every direction.4

“We are not blinded by hunger…we just, I feel something is coming. Something is going to change, with us…with you, can’t you feel it as well, my king?” He asked his, leaning closer to Gerard. “Gerard, something is going to happen, I know it. I don’t know if it will be for the better, or not, but it is coming. You know I care for you, and I’d protect you with my immortal life, but for once in my life, I may be afraid.” He finished, looking Gerard in his eyes. But what Ray was saying was indeed true, no mater how he didn’t want to believe it, he could feel it. He could feel something coming, his blood spiked beneath his veins, turning cold and boiling at the same time…a change was going to occur soon, but he didn’t know what was going to happen. To his nation, his friends, and himself.