132 Slave establishment- Part 1 (2/2)

”The vampires are always full of themselves. Why fight? It wasn't as if we were ruining your land not unless you folks don't agree,” the witch commented making him fall down on the ground as blood seeped out of his mouth. This was no ordinary black witch, realized Nicholas, ”We only want our fair share of land like you vampires. What's so bad about it? You treat us like pests, as if we have no right to live.”

”I am sure if you spoke to the council they would arrange it,” Nicholas spat the blood out while keeping his eyes locked on the witch.

This made the witch let out a loud laugh, ”Those bastards would kill us before we can even utter a word. And it is no mystery how they treat the other witches. Help us like the others and we will leave you safe. The Duke was smart to keep the offer. Once we are done here, we will raise the riot in West.”

”That's sounds interesting,” the smile on his lips didn't disappear, ”The Duke will flip your lights once he's done with you.”

”He wouldn't. Dorian has given his word to our lady. He knows well to not cause us problems because it wouldn't take too long to put him in the spotlight on what he is doing. He has the newly created half vampires and we have ours,” that meant the Duke and the witches were both in in converting the humans into half vampires before turning them nonfunctional and into waste.

”So what do you say?” the scaly witch asked, her green slit eyes looking at him eagerly, ”You are very good looking. It would be a waste to kill you here.”

”Well, there's something common we think about. Though...I don't think you will stay alive much longer,” his physique began to change, muscles getting stronger as his mouth changed from his sweet smile to a wolf like mouth, bringing out a raw animal like aura around him.

”You are not normal,” the witch whispered with disbelief.

”That's very rude of you to call me abnormal. I prefer the word special.”

He sped to where he stood, catching her throat and ripping her head off her body. Dropping the body flat on ground he pulled out the hand kerchief from his trouser to clean his bloody black hands covered in the witch's blood. Before anyone could take a peek at his transformed face, he turned it back to normal, throwing the cloth which was in his hand.