Alexander Marco stood in front of his father's coffin with a lot of mixed emotions displayed on his face. He had a stare of anger, pain and a burning desire for revenge. The coffin was decorated with Diamonds and Gold with burning incense at both sides. This was a typical vampire burial carried out for Kings. Yes, Alexander's father, Leonardo Marco, the one laying in the coffin, was the lord of the vampires before his death. Now, Alexander Marco had to resume the role as the New Vampire Lord.
"I can't let this go! I want to crush them all tonight!" Marco yelled with his hands tightly fisted.
He was speaking to the older man on his right hand side, Wiz. He appeared to be in his fifties, but he was actually more than seven thousand years old. Wiz was the special advisor to Alexander's father when he was alive.
"You can't act hastily, my Lord. They know you will be coming, and they will be waiting." Wiz said in an attempt to deter Alexander from going head to head with the werewolves without any strategic plan.
Five days ago, his father was on his way to meet with members of another vampire tribe when he was ambushed by the werewolves. As a vampire Lord, Leonardo's body could heal on its own, but not when he was shot with a bullet made of gold.
For hundreds of years, there had been a power struggle between the werewolf and Vampire Mafias in ASHENLED city.
Valor, the Alpha of the werewolf, finally succeeded in getting rid of Leonardo Marco. But, he was not satisfied. It was rumored that Alexander would be traveling with his father to visit the Western Vampire tribe, but he did not. That only meant that Valor wanted both Alexander and Leonardo dead. He wanted to end the Marcos dynasty.
"And where is that so-called traitor who did this to my father?!" Alexander Marco yelled fiercely.
"I don't think you should see him now." Wiz suggested. He knew how Alexander's temper was.
"He is ungrateful just like the rest of the human race! Him and his kind do not deserve to walk among us, let alone kiss the floor we step on!" Alexander's voice raged high in the throne room, where his father's corpse lay.
Alexander was speaking about Conor, the human driver of his late dad. He was the only one who survived the attack and he was caught near a river. They believed he was trying to escape with a boat. But Conor claimed he passed out during the attack and only woke up by the riverside. Now, he was locked up, and his fate would be decided the following morning by the Elders which Wiz was a member of.
"You just have to wait for the Elders to pass judgment tomorrow, Lord Alexander Marco." Wiz said to him before he decided that it was best he left Alexander alone to mourn the death of his father.
The dimly lit throne room, adorned with candles and scent of incense seemed to shrink beneath the weight of Alexander's emotions. He was going to sleep in the throne room that night, it was a ritual. It was also said that no one, apart from the royals and Elders were permitted to see the lifeless body of the Vampire Lord, Leonardo Marco.
"Power is not inherited, Alexander. It is taken. Protect our legacy, and our family at all costs." Alexander remembered his father's words as he stared down at his pale face. The man who he once knew to be mighty and fearfully relentless was lying helpless in that coffin.
Alexander Marco would even prove to be a greater problem for Valor. He was extremely stubborn and brought up like a warrior. Alexander was known to be viciously ambitious and never forgave any shortcomings. He was rigid; his yes always remained a "yes" and so did his "no" too.
The elders of the tribe waited outside the room till it was morning. Alexander did not sleep; not even a vague drowsy moment was entertained by him. He also stood until the following morning, but that wasn't a surprising thing. He was a Vampire and next in line to become the Lord, he was special.
Alexander was ready to accept the responsibility of leading the entire Vampire Kingdom. But that doesn't mean that he would forget about Valor, the man who made him lose both of his parents.
Alexander lost his mother in an attack orchestrated by the Werewolves and Witches. The witches were sorceresses and they were extremely close allies of the werewolves.
Everyone bowed as Alexander stepped out of the throne room. Wiz was with the rest of the elders. The trumpets were sounded and a loud vampire cry was let out by Alexander's men. A sword and ring was presented to Alexander. He was now the new Mafia leader. But still, he had to be crowned the Lord of the vampires. For that, he would need a Queen. That was what their tradition requested. During his coronation, he would need his Queen to perform some rituals. No one could do that except for her, that was why he needed a Queen.
"Lord Alexander Marco! Lord Alexander Marco!" They kept chanting his name and singing his praises. Then Wiz walked over to Alexander and whispered into his ears:
"It is now time for you to display your soon-to-be-Queen. This will assure them that you are even more ready for the Lordship."
"A Queen?" Alexander looked puzzled. He was not in a relationship with anyone.
"Yes, a Queen." Wiz reiterated.
Suddenly, Geovanni came to mind. He was a servant of Alexander's father, but now, he too was also dead.
"Go! Fetch me Geovanni's daughter!" Alexander ordered one of the guards.
Andreina, Geovanni's daughter, lived just close to the plantation where she worked for the Marcos. In less than six minutes, Alexander could hear her screaming as she was dragged towards the crowd.