Chapter 1

Orpheus Bathory.

[Alarm clock blares loudly].

He shuddered himself as he laid on his big foam in his messy bedroom like a rampage just happened there. His closet was littered as the door couldn't close well because few clothes were stuck in between.

He was completely tired from yesterday's work. It has been five wasted years since he left the underworld to come find a virgin hybrid. That was to be the sacrificial lamb whose blood would be used to restore his coven, the lethal bloodsucker coven, from doom.

Five years exhausted already and he is stuck in the rough life of the human world.

The alarm clock blared again after a fifteen minutes interval and he stretched his right hand to shut the alarm clock off but it fell to the ground. He was completely tired from getting up so he returned back to bed, covering himself completely with his blanket in order to protect himself from the penetrating sun rays and from any incoming alarm blaring sound again.

He was not like every other vampire. He was the heir of the throne but to ascend the throne he must first redeem the coven before his father Vladimir Bathory, the oldest existing vampire in the coven would step down.

He had a heightened power to transform into a dragon snake which ordinarily not even an ascendant vampire could do.

He left the underworld when he was just 18 years old to go search for a virgin hybrid and he just clocked 23 years of age a week ago.

He was powerful enough which made him able to adapt to sunlight without applying the spell of glamour to hide his true identity.

He was naturally blessed as on several occasions he had been seen communicating with their deity, Hecate. He was a naturally born vampire who had the powers of ascendants and he never passed through the institute of fledglings where vampires were trained on how to control their thirst for fresh blood and to only feed when necessary.

The day he first transformed into a dragon snake was a night before he was sent out to the human world.

Five years of living with humans he had been able to completely hide his true existence as he was now able to eat what humans ate and also abide by their man-made laws guiding the country.

Through the daily hustling and bustling, Orpheus had survived San Francisco. He received a lump sum of money every month from the coven's secret house there in San Francisco. And he was given a bugatti la voiture worth over 18 million dollars.

[Alarm Clock blares again]

He groans, cursing badly.

"Fvck! Fvck!! Fvck!!!" He snarled. "Can't I just have a peaceful sleep for once??" He cursed as he groggily stood up from his bed, throwing the blanket partly on the bed and the other part on the floor.

He spreads his hands apart, stretching his body as his bones cracks up. He was unclad. He had oily tan olive bright skin and his tattoos were a combination of black and red.

His tattoo started from his neck down to his waist line, his entire hands were covered with tattoos as well stopping at his wrists. His tattoo at the back was a dragon snake in inferno and the tattoo on his hands were a combination of cobwebs, human skulls and the beast, the ancient fiery dragon.

He walks into his closet as he picked up his wrist watch and wore his joggers. It was a daily routine for him, to run the street for an hour before hitting the gym and then returning to his normal duty of searching for a virgin dhampir.

All his search has failed, even the youngest highschool kids were all in a relationship.

He was well sponsored by the coven as he had his security men who secured him from external forces. All his securities were humans who he had employed. His danger rate kept increasing everyday as different supernatural forces capable of taking human form were haunting him down because he had breached the human world.

He was 6'6 feet tall with broad shoulders. His biceps were eight in number and his chest were well carved due to his consistent training.

He had exited his house without any of his security men. Inasmuch as he loved having his security men around most of the time, one thing he never enjoyed was having them follow him for his morning training.

He had a very bad temper and when he got mad he could cause natural havoc by summoning fire or even a great heat or a very bad weather causing a thunderstorm. That made him much more powerful than all ascendants in the underworld and gained him respect in the dark realms where witches and reincarnated corpses through magic lived.

[2 hours interval]

He had returned from the gym and he rushed upstairs to have his bath. He did that in a hurry because he was completely famished already and even without applying pomade he rushed into the kitchen to go prepare his breakfast.

He had prepared his favourite delicacy which was chicken Tetrazzini and made hot caffeine.

One idea he never bought was having a maid. He couldn't risk it because no one could be trusted. The pay his security men and cleaners received were excessively much to take care of their feedings and other of their family pressing needs.

His house was completely marbled from the entrance door to the sitting rooms, kitchens, toilets and his bedrooms and library.

He had fallen in love with their romance books and he also enjoyed historic books, which was attributed to his visit to galleries and museums.

It helped him live a more normal life than a boring life. He had lost his mother when he was just seven years of age.

He heard a voice break through his room walls, it was a feminine voice. "Get down on your knees now or I will shoot you down, silver bullet!!" She mumbled having the gun pointed right to his skull.