He floundered under the black cloak of the night like his overcoat, trying to cover his whole body so that no one would recognize him, unconcerned about anything but his next meal, but nevertheless he had a look of boredom; He knows that the blood that he will sip in a little while will only belong to a drunk or a homeless person, it tastes disgusting and reminds him of the thing he always tries to deny, reminds him that he is a monstrosity and is nothing but a parasite that lives on sucking human blood and making him hate himself more day after day.

He passed through some back streets and then rolled into the narrow alleys and stopped abruptly when his nose caught that smell, a very distinct smell that made his eyes burn red and then his mind followed the source of the smell involuntarily as if he was lost and out of control

"Oh my God," he whispered, trying to control himself, clenching his hands and fangs when he realized he was almost in front of the source of the smell.

It came from an old-fashioned apartment building, specifically from a lighted room in it

He stayed in front of the building for a short time and then tried to leave but his instinct refused to wait

Several more minutes passed but his eyes still glowed with a color that betrayed his capable instinct

He tried to hide his face with his long brown hair because anyone who saw him would be suspicious of him

Notice the room light, which went out." Finally, he muttered and climbed the building until he reached the desired room.

The smell gets deeper and deeper and as soon as he gets to the room his eyes are completely red and his fangs come out ready to pounce on his smelling prey but he was dumbfounded when he saw a baby girl around six to eight months old sleeping innocently in a small bed

"Damn it," he muttered softly to himself, trying to stifle his instinct that told him not to care and pounce on it, but he gathered himself and moved away to leave where he came from.

"Where have you been? I've been waiting for you for three hours, man!" His friend Jason's voice met him as soon as he sat down next to him in one of the old-fashioned nightclubs they used to meet,1

"None of your business," he answered nonchalantly, "one vodka," told the waiter

"Drink it and we'll go, dawn is near," Jason told him as he was about to turn his finger in the vodka glass until he finally said, "Have you..have you tried this before? I mean you smell different blood and it attracts you in a way more powerful than any you've ever smelled before?" His eyes are fixed on the cup in front of him4

"No, I didn't feel, but how different?" Jason replied

"Special," he added, then closed his eyes because they almost glowed red as soon as he remembered

How did it taste?" Jason asked after the topic sparked his curiosity

"Let's go." He ignored his question and got up from his chair on his way out, so the other got up and followed him

"Your brother is looking for you Harry," Jason muttered as they walked

"Damn it, I don't care," he replied with a little anger

"I still don't understand why you reject his idea? He wants to build a big army to protect the vampires from the werewolves! Don't you notice how much they multiply, man?" Jason added, while silence met him on the other side, and he quickly justified, "What's the difference between us and him? We kill humans while drinking their blood, but he Turn them into vampires to join our army."

"The difference is that he turns an innocent person into a murderer, forcing him to a life he did not choose and he will not love," he cried after his patience had run out.

"I will not take part in this crime as long as I live, and I will only go to Watson on my dead body," he continued, after he regained his composure and the tone of indifference returned to his voice again.

Jason was about to speak but the other one got ahead of him

"You know what? I don't want to continue this damned conversation." He threw his words, moved quickly, and disappeared from Jason's line of vision.

He arrived at his secret hideout a quarter of an hour before dawn

"Watson Watson Watson! Damn Watson, he ruined my life and still wants to destroy the lives of so many innocents," he cried angrily and threw his coat on the sofa.

"Hey, Rachel," the old sweet-shop owner greeted her as soon as she entered

"Hello, Mr. Mark," she said with a smile

"How is your daughter?" asked the old man gently

"She's good, but she sleeps very little. She keeps me awake for long periods of time," she answered, putting on the store's uniform and standing there waiting for the customers.

"Did her father not come?" asked the old man, sadly

"No... Anyway, I don't think he's coming," she answered, in a faint tone tinged with sadness, which she tried so hard not to show.

Elsewhere, a young man in his mid-twenties in a suit was sitting quietly looking at Jason

"Didn't you convince him to come back?" His raspy voice sounded so angry that Jason replied in fear, "No, I'm trying but you know Harry."

"This idiot isn t making things right, Kelly will be pissed off soon," he added after getting angry at him

"Shall I interrupt you?" entered a human teenage girl with brown skin, curly brown hair, and revealing clothes indicating her specific occupation in this place; Watson bought it for his own pleasure from a human trafficker who specialized in kidnapping children and women from different countries to sell to the rich aristocracy.

But strangely enough, that girl did not seem to hate her present condition; Although she is Watson's slave, the royal vampire Watson uses vampire magic on her to make her his subject, manipulating her like puppets; Humans have always been easy to fall for supernatural beings like werewolves, vampires, demons, and more.

"Not really, that meeting is over," Watson replied, as he signaled Jason to leave, and his eyes quickly glowed red as he quickly stuck out his tongue to wet his pink lips.

It was six o'clock in the evening and the sky had turned completely black. He

got up from his sofa, took his jacket, and went to the door, ready to go out.

He sat beside Jason in front of the bar. "How are you," he said, ignoring what had happened last night; They're used to having that damned conversation from time to time

"Fine, and you?" The other replied, as if accustomed to those quick mood swings

"hungry. "

"At the residence there is always food, but you are the one who chose to leave," Jason reproached him, raising the cup in his hand to his lips.

"I don't like the taste of ice blood anyway," he added indifferently but smiled sarcastically when he mentioned the blood that smelled of death in the residence.

He always hated the taste of blood, as if it were a delicious candy but wrapped in a sheet of paper with the words "A person was killed to make this candy for you" and this deepens the feeling of self-loathing inside him.

"So? Aren't you going to fish?" Jason asked, but his gaze was fixed on a girl crying with a boy a few tables away from them.

"Not now after midnight... what are you looking at?" Harry replied while turning his head to the side Jason was looking at

Her blood type is your favorite," he joked and pushed him lightly. The other smiled and replied, "You know I haven t hunted in a while? I rely on blood at headquarters."

"Watson saves a lot of blood, right?" he sneered

"Yes, they use new suckers to provide food," replied Jason, who still had his eyes fixed on the girl but returned his eyes to Harry after a while. "What s up with the special blood, by the way?"

Harry's eyes flashed red but quickly faded back to their usual green color before anyone noticed them

"I haven't tasted it, by the way," he replied

"Why, you idiot?" Jason's jaw fell and his face was shocked

"Because she is a six- or seven-month-old baby," he answered, trying to remember her innocent face, which seemed so gentle and beautiful, as she nursed on her little finger so innocently that she snatched his heart; He has always been a child lover though the fact that he is a monster, a child friendly monster, isn't a strange description?

"Damn… you ve always been so good at controlling yourself, man!!"

"Not really, I'll taste her blood one day, I promise, but when she becomes a beautiful young woman, that's how I'll have more fun," he muttered in a sly tone.