The Necromancy Vampiress

"You would regret this," the man said as he coughed blood.

The masked figure had sped into his bedroom.

He couldn't mistake the scent of these blood sucking creatures.

He bared his fangs at the hooded figure as he tried to get up from a pool of his own blood.

"It's over Clive." The masked figure said as he rushed towards him to bury a silver knife in his chest.

Clive screamed at the top of his voice in a guttural growl that rent the air.

He grabbed the vampire's hands, leaving a claw mark on it as the figure wrestled his hands away.

"You're already done." He said as he took a couple of steps back.

He watched as the hooded figure stepped back from him.

"Your time is over." He said as he held his left hand to stop the blood from flowing.

Clive had gotten him good. He knew why he did that. Wolves could smell a lot stronger than any other creature. He was leaving them a clue as to how he died.

The night was wet and moist. He could still smell the blood as he was slipping into unconsciousness.

He missed Jace, he thought. He didn't know where he went wrong with that boy but he hoped that he found what he was looking for.

Was he ready to take over, he thought? Did he even want to take over from him?

Clive felt sorry for his son. He didn't understand why he had made the decisions that he made he understood trying to find himself.

He felt pity for him. Whether he was ready or not, the power of the Alpha was going to transfer to him.

It was the inevitability of all first born sons or daughters.

His father had given him the talk when he had turned and he made sure to let Jace know what the future would hold for him too.

He had not planned on dying anytime soon but he guessed that it had a way of finding them all when the time was due.

He wouldn't have pictured this as the way he would die but it was his reality.

He summoned up the last strength he had inside him to howl.

He howled with all the strength that he had left in him as he watched himself slip into the embrace of nothing.

The Alpha was gone.

It was a fine night for murder, the man thought as he, breathed in the cold, sharp air. He quietly slinkied into the Alpha's bedroom.

He didn't stand a chance against him. He was an old man now. The man that had ended all those wars was a shadow of himself now. Maybe he did in his prime but those years were long gone now.