Eighty Six

Lucian

I headed for a meeting with the King, his whore wife, and the vermin, Dimitri. We stepped down from the never-ending limousine, heading into a huge skyscraper building.

It was a meeting of all the vampire Kings in our district. King Vladislav dressed in a flowing white coat, and I followed closely in his footsteps. We headed into the magnificent house, and I looked around. Everywhere was displayed with wealth and opulence.

It was crazy how these kings were rich, living in a fantasy world, wearing clothes crusted in gold. As usual, a rich show-off, treating money like firewood, and rich enough to bend reality.

A lot of the women, like Elvira, had to die for porcelain skin, highly sophisticated, haughty faces with ridiculous shades of makeup.

These were incredibly rich that even their sixth generation could never be poor. It pissed me off that I had lived in poverty all my life, while my dad was living in plenty and resplendence. I watched the Queen, who wore a fur dress ador