A few miles off the outskirts of the borough, a dainty hamlet sat. Despite the presence of the moon up in the night sky, the streets were extremely dark. None of the street lamps were working, the streets were littered with dirt, empty wrappers, and cans. A particularly foul odor clung to the nostrils of whoever walked through.
Now and then, a figure zipped through the street. Taking advantage of the darkness to hunt for their prey.
In the biggest house in the hamlet, the doors and windows were wide open. The lighting was poor, giving terrible visibility and the air conditioning unit was also faulty, making the house sweltering hot. However, the occupants didn't care about that. They were hybrids and things like body temperature didn't matter to them.
Just like the street, the house was also dirty and unkempt. The floor of the living room was littered with trash, used plates and cups were all over the place. There was a dead body chucked into the corner which was already getting into its first days of decomposition, however, no one seemed to care about that.
As different hybrids lay around the house pretending to be busy, they were listening hard to what was going on in the bedroom. The door was wide open and through it, they could hear the loud moans of passion of a woman having intense sex.
On the bed, Rome, the leader of the hybrids was pounding into the woman. She had her legs wrapped tightly around him as she clung onto him, pulling him closer to her as she urged him to go faster. Rome grabbed the bed frame to get more leverage but the wood crumbled under his grip, causing him to fall on top of her. He took that in stride as they rolled on the bed, fucking the hell out of each other as if their lives depended on it. The bed was trembling noisily with the intensity of his strokes, shifting slightly with every movement that they made.
When they climaxed, the woman's entire body seized up as the orgasm shot through her. She wrapped herself around Rome like a snake as her body went into several seizures. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her fingers dug into his broad back.
By the time it was over, she lay on the bed almost comatose. She was exhausted and her skin was glistening with sweat, her breasts were rising and falling with her deep breaths as she tried to get herself back in control. Rome looked down at her with a grin on his face, enjoying the look of pure satisfaction on her face.
Just then, he heard a sound in the room and turned to see a woman sitting in one of his chairs. She was seated in the shadowy part of the room, but he recognized her at once. She was Clarissa Tomei, his prized witch. He grinned as he stared at her, "I didn't know you enjoyed watching, I would have saved you a special seat."
The witch shook her head with a slight smile, "It's this open-door policy you hybrids have. When your doors and windows are always open, people will watch you fuck even if they don't want to."
"Oh yeah," Rome nodded as he got off the bed. "But not you though, you'd rather come into the room and take a seat. Tell me, Clarissa, were you watching me in particular? Or were you watching my female friend?"
Clarissa remained where she was seated and stared at Rome. For a long time, she couldn't take her eyes off him. Even in the poor lighting, she could see just how chiseled he was. His broad shoulders gave him an intimidating look, his beautifully carved face that could trick anyone into forgetting what an absolute monster he was. His pecs and abs were perfectly aligned, making her wish for a second that she could run her fingers along the ridges. As he stood naked before her, his cock was still hard and wet from the sex he just had, she stared at him and felt a light shiver go through her.
"You're not spacing out on me, are you?" Rome asked with a snicker, snapping his fingers to get her attention. "Earth to witch, come back to me, honey!"
With a sigh, she snapped herself back to the conversation. She snapped her fingers and at once, tongues of flames appeared in the air, filling the room with bright light. However, the lighting suddenly showed how dirty and unkempt the bedroom was. The curtains were dusty and extremely dirty, there was dried blood on the floor and the curtain still had fresh blood on it. A dead man lay on the floor beside the bed, there was a gaping hole in his neck where Rome had bled him out.
"Who the hell is that?" Clarissa pointed at the corpse.
"Oh, that?" The hybrid rolled his eyes. "It's Anne's boyfriend, I think. Or maybe her best friend… I don't know. Either way, he didn't like her coming with me, so I compelled him to come with us. His precious blood gave me the strength I needed to give his girlfriend or best friend all the orgasms she enjoyed. You see, he was quite useful."
"So, what will you do when she wakes up and finds out he's dead?"
"Honey, we just fucked like rabbits beside his corpse! I compelled her not to see him, that would have killed the mood, don't you think? When I send her off, I'll compel her to forget about him but not about our wonderful tryst."
Clarissa only shook her head sadly, "you know, the spirits were wise when they deemed the merging of vampires and werewolves to be an abomination. You guys are fucked in the head. And these poor humans suffer for it."
"Come on, I didn't choose this life, it chose me. I'm living it to the best of my ability. And I'm having fun."
The witch got to her feet, stared at Rome for a few seconds, and let out a sigh. Now that she saw the state of his room, all the warm feelings she felt due to his looks were gone as she suddenly snapped at him, "Are you seriously going to stand there with your dick out while I talk to you?"
"Well, it's free publicity." Rome placed his hands on his waist and gave her a light pose, "Besides, you and I know you like what you see."
"Don't make fucking assumptions about me," she said angrily. With a swish of her wrist, a dirty towel draped on the door suddenly leaped off it as if caught in the strong gale of the wind. Then, it wrapped itself around the hybrid, covering his nakedness at once. "That's better."
Rome looked at her and slowly nodded his head, "I take it you're not here to talk about Anne or the possibility of you and me in that bed."
"What? Fuck no! I'm here because I've got good news for you! You told me to monitor the skies over the Borough, and that soon Ulva would die. Well, you were right. The alpha is dead."
At that, Rome froze to a halt as he stared at the witch, "that can't be possible. He can't be dead!"
"What do you mean? It's what you've always wanted. Besides, I didn't make any mistake, he's dead!"
"No!!! I didn't feel anything! I should have felt it when the Mantle left him and came into me. I didn't feel shit! No," he shook his head, "you have to check again! Ulva can't be dead yet. I went through all that trouble to bite him and give him my venom so that when he finally died, I would become the alpha of the Borough. If I fucking succeeded, why then am I not the alpha?"
"Well, I can assure you that Ulva is dead. However, it could also mean that he died by someone else's hands, and not your bite."
"Oh fuck! Someone else killed him? So, the motherfucker would be the new alpha? Fuck no!" Rome surged to his feet angrily, slamming his fist into his palm as he paced. "I went through so much just to get that venom into Ulva, and now you're telling me I have to do it all over with the new alpha?"
"You've done it before, Rome. You can do it again. And this person has not been alpha for long, so they won't have much of an idea what they're doing. So, if you hunt them down and kill them, you can take the mantle from them even before they carry out their first act as the alpha."
The hybrid nodded sullenly, his head bobbing on his neck as he agreed with every word she said, "Good. Now, you need to go about looking for the new alpha. I'll also send some hybrids to ask around and see if they'll learn anything new. We need to know who this person is. Clarissa, the only way our plan works is if I become the alpha of the Borough. Once that is achieved, we'll become unstoppable. And those fucking pureblood werewolves would curse the day they cast every single hybrid out!"
"I'll see what I can do," Clarissa said and then walked out of the room. The second she left, the lights she conjured went out, plunging the room once more into semi-darkness and hiding all its ugliness.
Rome made his way to his closet which was filled to the brim with clothes jammed in together like a can of sardine. He picked out a pair of shorts and wore it. He was about to wear a shirt when he felt Anne's hands wrap around his chest from behind, he felt her breasts press against his back.
"Why don't you come back to bed?" she muttered as she planted kisses all across his neck.
"I'm not in the mood for this okay? Just get your things and leave before I change my mind about you."
"Oh…" she muttered. Without another word, she returned to the bed where she picked up her discarded gown. She was about to start wearing it when Rome zipped across the room and stopped in front of her. Her eyes widened as she saw the terrifying look on his face. His eyes were dark and brooding, fangs were jutting out of his teeth as he stared at her with savage hunger.
He smiled through the evilness, "My nasty temper has worked up an appetite."
He sank his fangs into her neck, holding on tight to her as he fed on her. Her naked body trashed against him as she fought for life but he didn't stop until he was satisfied. When he was done, he snapped her neck with ease and let her body fall to the floor with a thud.
Wiping blood from his lips, he picked up his shirt as he walked across her body without even giving her a glance, his chest was wet with her blood as he made his way toward the living room where the other hybrids immediately continued pretending they were busy.
"Boys," he said. "We have work to do."