The Lycan Kings monster

Chapter Three

Rayna P.O.V

“Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion, girl. I guess that must be you. Body like the summer, f*****g like no other, don’t you tell em what we do.

Don’t tell em

Don’t tell em”

I sing my heart out as I dance on the vampire kings table completely wasted. We are now in the second day of our party. The ball room is packed with drunk vamps. I bring my vodka bottle to my lips as I sing and sway my hips.

“Shots!” Shouts Damien, my best friend, also known as the vampire king, himself.

I drop to my knees throwing my head back, as he pours sambuca down my throat, bringing with it a welcoming burn the only thing that lets me know I am alive after all these years.

My long onyx black, black hair flows down my back as I sway the top half of my body. Even though I have been alive for far too long these are the moments I live for, getting wasted with my best friend. Well, that and pissing off all the other supernatural’s.

It is not my fault that they are too stupid to believe what is right In Front of them. Like come on there are books that have been written about me but still they insist on me being nothing but a bedtime story. So, from time to time I like to mess with them and let them think that the monster their mothers used to tell them about is real and scare them half to death. Once I have my fun, I simply disappear for a few years as I do not want to risk leading the witches to me. well, more like a certain coven of witches them crazy bastards are worse than me and that is saying something I may be crazy but at least I do not own a torcher house. I shiver at the thought of that place forgetting about them I get back to the thought of all the fun I have messing with other supernatural's.

Evil I know but hey I got to do something to keep myself entertained eternity is a long time to live, and I need something to fill in the time.

As that thought enters my mind a devious smirk makes its way onto my face which catches the attention of my best friend.

“Oh no. I know that look my girl here is planning something” he says as his own eyes shine with mischief telling me he is more than willing to join in on whatever it is I am planning.

“Well, my vampire friend, I was just thinking how long it has been since we have messed with the royal Lycans. Now if my calculations are correct which they always are because hello, I am always right it has been nearly a hundred years. Well overdue if you ask me.” I say in a teasing tone as I watch Damien’s face light up with excitement.

“Oh, my devious little vampire, witch hybrid you never fail to keep me entertained. I do not know what I would do without you.” He says while chuckling.

“Aww bestie you would probably die of boredom without little old me so now let’s make a plan and go and have some fun.” I shout as I wave my hands in the air like a kid who had too much sugar as my whole-body shakes with excitement.

That is how we ended up running along the border of the royal Lycan pack, enjoying the sound of the fallen leaves crunch beneath my feet as I go along with Damen and three other vamps with the alcohol I consumed still running through my veins. You would think it would slow me down. But in fact, all it did was make me even more convinced this really is the best plan ever.

It was not long until the unmistakable sound of paws hitting the earth sounded not too far from behind us. This causes a smile to pull at my lips as I look over the other vamps.

“Right guys split up and let us meet back at the castle. But make sure to give them a good chase. I am sure these lazy mutts need exercise.” I say while trying to hold back the giggles that threaten to leave me.

We all split up, each going in a different direction. A quick look over my shoulder shows me a huge brown, Lycan hunched over as he runs hot on my heels. ‘Okay Rayna, it's time to scare this poor soul’ I thought as an evil chuckle spill’s from my lips.

With a flick of my wrist, I summon the ground to shake and for the wind to pick up this causes the Lycan behind me to skid to a stop and stand tall on two legs as he frantically looks around confused with what is happening. I take this as an opportunity to jump into the nearest tree as the next stage in my plan commences. Summoning my power of illusion, I make it seem as if the sky has darkened and lightning now streaks across the sky.

Jumping from the tree I was hiding in, I made it seem to the Lycan in front of me that I was a faceless figure with my body wrapped in a dark, floor-length cloak. This is my favourite disguise as it always manages to pull a few scared screams from the person I am terrorising.

I know how evil of me but hey at least I can find the funny side in it even if my victims do not, they should be grateful that all I do is scare them instead of snacking on their blood.

The Lycan begins to snarl and put up a brave front, but I know better I can already smell the fear rolling off this poor puppy in waves.

“Now, now pup less of that I don’t speak dog.” I say humour lacing my tone, which the Lycan does not seem to appreciate as it lunges at me. My hands shoot out In Front of me as I send a gust of wind towards the lunging creature sending him crashing to the ground with a hard thud causing bits of earth to fly in different directions as he lets out a whine. I then send vines to keep his body trapped to the ground as I slowly approach him bending down, I pat his huge head lightly.

“Who is a good boy? Yes, you are. Now I am going to let you in on a little secret but do not tell anyone and I will know if you do” I say as I force his body to shift back into his human form which surprisingly is very nice.

“Who are you? What have you done to me?” The now n***d man asks frantically.

“Well furry man, I am about to spill that little secret. You see, it is ridiculously hard for me as many people deny my existence, but they can not continue to ignore those who have claimed to have seen me for much longer.

“You see, I am known by many names. Monster, abomination, mistake, murderer, or my personal favourite Thana meaning death” I say with a chuckle as I watch the man’s eyes widen in shock and fear.

“It can not be. Who are you really” the man demands?

“I crouch down, close amused as I watch him try to pull away from me as far as the vines holding him hostage will allow.

“I’m the one and only hybrid”

With the mutt’s eyes now bulging out of his head in shock, I can tell the unfortunate thing is already having a breakdown as his body shakes and he mutters words under his breath. I watch him for a few more seconds fascinated on how quickly the brain can not seem to handle certain information and therefore sends the person into madness. It is not long before I smell the other mutts closing in on us, bringing my fun to an end.

I stand up straight and walk away. I know how dramatic of me, but hey, it is all fun and games.