Blood Thirst

Chapter one

******* Just want to give a shout out to Lovelyleah13 for making my cover!!! And also this is my first time writing a story like this, completely new at this so well see what happens if people like it or want to read, I really just do it for a hobby and when i'm bored so enjoy ;)* p.s I will be uploading more and adding description soon, like I said i'm new at this so there you go!********

Seth's POV

I walked up to my bedroom completely pissed off and furious with my father. I opened my door and slammed it shut to the point of it almost shattering off its hinges that kept it in place. My anger was over boiling point. Why the fuck did he have to be so difficult and annoying? It just frustrated me even more because everything that was happening was his fucking fault! It's his fault that I am the way I am now. The audacity, I'll never be good enough for him in his eyes, I will always be the disappointing son he never wanted. For as long as I can remember I've been disappointing him, but then again I don't try to accommodate either, simply because I fucking despise him just as much as he despises me. Even with that being said, I still have this fear of him and oddly a little respect, most likely because he's one of the most powerful vampires ever and my father. Nothing will ever change that, and the fact that I still sometimes try to please him makes me even angrier at myself.

As those thoughts ran through my mind, just when I thought I wouldn't get angrier I did. Looking at my reflection, I saw my ice blue eyes become that horrid dark sapphire almost black color. I then punched the mirror that was above my dresser and watched it shatter to pieces before me. My breathing became heavier as my knuckles started to bleed but I didn't seem to care. I could feel my fangs dropping so I started to clench my jaw not wanting this feeling, the thirst, to take over. It was probably why I was so angry in the first place and I hadn't fed since two days ago. I hated feeding, I dreaded it so much but yet I loved it because...well I'm a vampire and it was in my nature, I couldn't help it. My father's solution for my 'hunting problem' was to find me a blood slave so that I wouldn't go out hunting and 'leaving a mess'. As vampires we will always feel the need for blood but where that blood comes from varies. For instance a vampire not exposed to human blood could feed off animal blood for the rest of their immortal life. Except for the fact that they would be the weakest vampire ever and they would have to feed more often, which would probably contribute to endangered animals.

According to my father it wasn't proper for a King's son to do such non sense. He only wanted me to stop because it made him look bad of course and my mother wanted me to stop as well. He didn't know what the hell I did when I went hunting. He made it seem like I just go out and start ripping people's veins out of their necks and ruthlessly suck them dry, but I didn't that's not what happened at all. First off I would never let my hunger for blood get that uncontrollable. Secondly I didn't kill the person, I was careful enough to get just enough blood that would satisfy me then I would compel them to forget about it. I think my method of getting human blood is more 'PG' than the way him and my brother get human blood. My father, being a king and head of the Vampire council, owned a club for vampires, where humans would go not having any idea that vampires attended. The club was welcome to anybody 18 and up but little did the humans know that the owner of the club was a vampire and it was designed for vamps. The women and men who attended who were obviously there to have a good time, were used for their blood and for the vampires to have a good time and were compelled to forget afterwards. As for the poor girls who were compelled sometimes the male vampires would have sex with them and do whatever they wanted with them in terms of pleasure knowing that could just compel them to forget about it and not feel any remorse afterwards.

There was a special VIP section where vampires with high power such as my father would go to have call girls, or as I call them prostitutes. The sluts when then try to please them, which would always end them sucking their blood of course. Disgusting right? It was basically a club full of blood slaves who might I add was frowned upon because blood slaves were not to be shared. The name of the club was Insomnia. Besides that point my father knew that I didn't want go with him and my brother David, I just didn't have it in me to take advantage of those stupid whores', I had better things to do, besides after a while it gets pretty old. That was the reason why my mother favored me over David which made him jealous of me. My father on the other hand, didn't like how she so called 'spoiled me' which caused his animosity towards me. I had been to the club before when I was about 17 with a friend and I didn't like it as much as I thought I would, but I must say the girls there were very entertaining. So, since I was not going to obviously go with my dick of a brother and my arrogant father, he ordered me to have my own personal blood slave, even though every now and then I would be at the club sometimes forced to be there with David and my father, when he had his meetings to learn the business. I didn't understand why though, and I couldn't object to his decision because well he's the king. I thought I was doing a pretty damn good job at this hunting thing so far compared to what I was doing when I first was exposed to blood.

It was my older brother and father who introduced me to human blood. I remember it like it was yesterday. My mother didn't want me exposed to human blood, if she could help it, because of what they went through with my eldest brother Sean who is now dead by vampire hunters. When he was first exposed to human blood he went off the deep end. When human blood is first revealed to a vampire it awakens a strong powerful urge and thirst for it, followed by the addiction. It also strengthens us the most and gives us a sense of power like no other. My brother hunted but he was very sloppy at it, I guess he didn't go about hunting the right people because apparently during that time there were vampire hunters. To make a long story short the hunter became the hunted, and he was killed.

This being the reason why my mother didn't like any of us to hunt and didn't want me exposed to it and tried to get me to feed off only animal blood. My father felt that she was being silly and he said he refused to have a weak son. I guess I was weak because I didn't think I had it in me to kill a human being or even drink blood from one, but at the same time I hated animal blood. For one it tasted awful and two it made me feel sick. Sometimes I couldn't even keep it down because I would vomit it back up. Until the day my brother and father set me up.