Las Vegas.

One of the most known cities in America. It is known for gambling, it's rich casinos, and the nightlife.

This city is one of the richest out there.

And with money comes crime. In this city, you will find crime at its brim. Every night at least maybe a hundred women are molested.

In this city the living is costly and death is cheap.

This city has prostitution at a new level which is just below the New York which is unofficially the crime capital of America.

And the most eye-catching thing in this city is its Night clubs. In these Night Clubs, the Drug business is always high just below the level of Miami. The Drug business has a revenue of billions of dollars. In these clubs, the youth or the rebellious teens are provided with different kinds of drugs.

These Drugs make them addicted and they do whatever they are asked for and that's how the Mafia works here. They destroy a complete generation and no one cares. The police say that they don't have proof. Actually, those who are sitting on their comfortable chairs make them not take any action against these kinds of activities.

But in this nightlife, there lurk even more dangerous things. Creatures who only came out at night. Their handsome and pretty faces, their sexy voice all are meant to hunt people. They talk with you, they laugh with you, they behave like it is love at first sight. Then they lean forward to kiss you and go for your neck. And then they took out their fangs and sank them in your tender flesh. They suck your blood and in only 2 minutes you became a husk of a body without blood. A complete dry corpse.

Tyler Matthew is a white-skinned newly turned vampire. He is from the coven of Duke Galahad. Duke Galahad is one of the oldest vampires out there. He is very powerful. He has around 10000 vampires under him. He was a human before and worked with them and this was his reward: an eternal youthful life.

He wanted it from the first time the vampire's approached him. He fascinates this thing and his lord gives him this reward for his loyalty and he will always be loyal to them. He will never betray them, this is how he will pay for this gift. He will be their eternal servant.

These were the thoughts running through his mind.

What Tyler doesn't know was that these emotions were because of Galahad's special trait which slowly makes you loyal to him. And because he was recently turned, he was feeling everything 100 times especially emotions so this skill was working like it was on steroids and made him a slave instantaneously.

Only after 1000 years can you be free from this skill because at that time you have enough willpower to resist this.

Tyler has turned a month ago before he was turned he was a Gang boss who supplies Humans to the vampires.

Tyler was hungry today so he came out for hunting. Tyler started loving these hunting games. He has already hunted down 2 prey in this month, this was going to be his third prey.

He met with a girl, manipulate her. Take her to a dark alley and have sex with her and then sucked her dry.

When Tyler was finished he saw that a young boy was standing at the entrance of the alley. His face was covered by a black cloth. He was wearing a black hoodie and tight pants.

' This is my lucky day. A prey delivers himself to me. '

Tyler looked toward the boy and said " come here little lamb, come to the big bad wolf ….. hehe "

" I think it was a Bat, not a wolf, " the boy said, sounding sarcastic.

Tyler's eyes widened in shock. ' He knows.

Of course, he knows he just saw me sucking that girl dry. '

Tyler was surprised but scared after all he was far stronger than a normal human and he just had his fill so he was feeling full of energy.

" You should have run, boy, now you will join her. Oh please tell her when you meet her that her cunt was really tight. "

And then Tyler ran toward the boy and it looked like the boy was not even able to react. He covered the distance between them in an instant, he then curled his hand into a fist and aimed for the front of the boy's nose.

But when his fist was going to hit the boys nose bridge. The boy like a bolt of lightning lifts his hand and grabs his fist in his gloved hand.

And then the boy too curled his other hand and let go of the vampire's hand, the muscles in the boy's arm tightened and he struck the fist in the vampire's Abdomen area.

The blow was so powerful that it knocked the air out of the vampire. He skids at least 10 feet.

Tyler was shocked. ' Is he like those Dmphier hunters.' Tyler thought to himself.

Tyler was angry he looked towards the boy and charged toward him. He was not in control of his emotions. Anger clouded his judgment. If he was thinking clearly he would have fled right at the moment because definitely the boy was not normal and he was weaker than him.

He again aimed for the boy's face. Due to the anger influencing him he was faster than before and his punch glanced the chin of the boy but it was feint. His second punch landed on the Solar Plexus of the boy and it choked the air out of the boy.

The boy bent over and he took the opportunity and grabbed the right arm of the boy and ripped it apart.

He started laughing with the arm in his hands and then looked back at the boy. What he saw again shocked him. The ripped arm in his hand turned to ash in seconds and the boy regrows a second arm in a couple of seconds.

He got angrier.

He again charged at the boy. But this time the boy too was ready. The new arm of the boy turned pitch black and the boy intercepted his punch. And then the boy again punched him in the ribs.

It was a heck of a shot. Outside of having the wind knocked from him, which he always hated, Tyler noticed a fair amount of pain with the punch, which was something he wasn’t used to. A

hit to the face, yes, or even the kidney...but the gut shouldn’t have been much more than discomfort if that.

Fortunately, he was used to it all. A veteran of bar fights in four states and countless cities, even being out of air was something Tyler knew how to deal with. And his supernatural endurance too was helping him.

He stood straight, eyes bulging with rage, and stared at his opponent—some punk wannabe hero—right in his shifty little eyes. The kid stood tall. Tyler had him where he wanted him.

“You…little…” Tyler took a lurching step forward with each word. On the third, he swung: “Punk!”

The blow felt too sluggish. Tyler knew the second he launched it. The spry, smirking under his black mask the boy ducked under it. Before Tyler could even register the dodge, however, another body shot, this one to his ribs, sent fresh ripples of pain through his torso. He didn’t fall—he made absolutely sure he did not fall—but it was a lot closer than he’d have liked. In other gang fights or now his coven, where he was more well known, his reputation would have already taken a beating whether he won the fight or not.

The kid went in for another shot. Tyler shoved him off. Seeing the kid scoot back so far against the weight of it gave him a second wind. He covered the distance between them. Threw three more punches that did land. The kid fell.

Then, he stood again.

It was unreal. Between the pain in his guts and ribs and the general confusion (some would call it being punched drunk), the sight of the kid on his feet after the patented Tyler left right left was not something he wanted to see. He threw a haymaker that the kid ducked but didn’t parry, then another that the kid swung under again—and responded in turn with an uppercut.

Click. The sound of Tyler’s upper and lower rows of teeth making unplanned contact sickened him. He falls on the Ground even though his super healing was taking the time.

The boy then took out a revolver that was shiny and had flowers and petal engraving on it. He aimed it at him and then he *bam* shoots his kneecap.

The pain was infuriating. He was feeling the pain like a thousand needles were poking his skin.

" Is it silver?" he asked the boy.

The boy didn't reply but again shot at his second kneecap.

" aaaagggghhhh " he screamed in pain.

" huff … huff.. I…..huff…..will….huff

….kill….huff...you. " He said to the boy.

In response, the boy fired another shot at his arms joint.

" you bastard "

The boy again shoots at his other arm. The pain was so much that even with his super endurance he can not handle that and pass out.

The boy lift's the body and stuffed it inside the sack which was in the backpack. He took the body and left the area for the car.

At some distance from the Alley, near the Phonebooth, a black Cadillac was parked. This Cadillac was black in color but there was another interesting thing about it and that was that it was silver plated but no one noticed that. The boy with the sack opens the Dickey of the Cadillac and puts the sack inside the silver-plated Dickey.

The boy then moved for the phonebooth. He put a coin inside and dials a number.

" My work is done here, Sebastian. "