A New Alpha

"You would regret this," the man said as he coughed blood. 

The masked figure had sped into his bedroom. 

He couldn't mistake the scent of these blood sucking creatures. He really had grown old and senile like they all said he had, he thought to himself, chuckling inwardly as he realized that his death may just be minutes from happening. he did not intend to go out without a fight.

He bared his fangs at the hooded figure as he tried to get up from a pool of his own blood. 

"It's over Clive." The masked figure said as he rushed towards him to bury a silver knife in his chest.

Clive screamed at the top of his voice in a guttural growl that rent the air.

He grabbed the vampire's hands, leaving a claw mark on it as the figure wrestled his hands away.

"You're already done." He said as he took a couple of steps back.

He watched as the hooded figure stepped back from him. 

"Your time is over." He said as he held his left hand to stop the blood from flowing.

Clive had gotten him good. He knew why he did that. Wolves could smell a lot stronger than any other creature. He was leaving them a clue as to how he died. 

The night was wet and moist. He could still smell the blood as he was slipping into unconsciousness.

He missed Jace, he thought. He didn't know where he went wrong with that boy but he hoped that he found what he was looking for.

Was he ready to take over, he thought? Did he even want to take over from him? 

Clive felt sorry for his son. He didn't understand why he had made the decisions that he made he understood trying to find himself. 

He felt pity for him. Whether he was ready or not, the power of the Alpha was going to transfer to him.

It was the inevitability of all first born sons or daughters. 

His father had given him the talk when he had turned and he made sure to let Jace know what the future would hold for him too. 

He had not planned on dying anytime soon but he guessed that it had a way of finding them all when the time was due.

He wouldn't have pictured this as the way he would die but it was his reality.

He summoned up the last strength he had inside him to howl. 

He howled with all the strength that he had left in him as he watched himself slip into the embrace of nothing.

The Alpha was gone.

It was a fine night for murder, the man thought as he, breathed in the cold, sharp air. He quietly slinkied into the Alpha's bedroom.

He didn't stand a chance against him. He was an old man now. The man that had ended all those wars was a shadow of himself now. Maybe he did in his prime but those years were long gone now.

Clive McCain, once the Alpha was no more.

No one had heard from his son in almost a decade. It was time that the vampires took their rightful control of Belmont. 

No longer were they willing to share their home with these wild mutts.

The elders were senile and had lost their way. They wanted to coexist with their natural enemies. Impossible! He thought to himself. This was the first step to asserting their will. 

Next stop, those senile old men that were so stuck in their ways.

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Jace McCain could have done anything else with his life but he chose this path. 

He didn't believe in destiny or anything of that sort. It was all he could do to still maintain that he had some sort of control over where his life was taking him.

Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. 

He had gotten so much by inheritance. He didn't have to work too much. Actually, he didn't have to work at all.

His inheritance, he thought as he stood at the balcony of his penthouse. 

It was the full moon and the ambience of its glow cast a bright light across everything that walked the earth. Well, at least that was what he thought for as far as he could see. 

The moon used to be something he loved staring at until it meant a little more to him. He hated that he now saw it differently. It was like a portion of his innocence had been ripped away from him. A chunk that he knew was not coming back as he turned for the first time.

He could recall when he was thirteen. His friends were worried about hairs on their pits and he was sure that he would get his any day now. 

He got a surprise the following year but it was not the sort that he had been meaning to have.

The first full moon on his fourteenth birthday was when he turned.

He remembered how he could smell things from afar away. Like the hotdog stand that was close to home. The smell of his mum. He remembered going through all the processes. It was heightened and it made him want to go mad.

It was like he could feel all the things he couldn't feel before. 

One thing scared him was how he felt inside. He knew at that point that he wanted to tear something apart. 

He was still a small werewolf at the time but the ferocity remained. He wanted to smell blood. He felt like relishing in it, then devouring his prey.

He didn't know where any of these feelings came from but they put the fear of God into him.

Jace was confused. He could feel fur all over him instead of smooth skin. He didn't know what this was and it made him frantic as his heart threatened to beat out of his chest.

He had been in his room, a few days after his fourteenth birthday. His dad seemed unusually concerned now that he really thought about it. He seemed like he wanted to know more about him which was something that Jace had never had the courtesy of.

Like most fathers, his was a distant man. He always seemed to be lost in his study or at the verge of some new discovery.