Edward Reuss

It was still raining hard when Orion came back to his apartment late at night. Today was another fine shift in the Restaurant, he learned some new things. He was about to unlock his door when he listened to some weird noise from the adjoining flat.

Orion stopped for a second to listen more carefully, that's when the door opened, and a man came out with a bottle of fine scotch in his hand.

"Oi, Orion….long time no see. Where are you nowadays? "

"Seriously, Ed. You are the one who is always staying shut in your flat. "

This was Edward, landlord of Orion. He is probably a thirty years old handsome young man with enough money that he does not have to work. Actually, he pretty much owns this floor but Orion doesn't know that.

He is the man who always remains drunk, and is in a stupor all day long. Orion seriously believes that this man drinks alcohol like water. Leaving aside his alcohol addiction, he is a good friend of his.

"Hey, don't be mean." He began counting on his fingers. " I go to parties and after-parties," he replied while shutting his door.

"Okay! see you ". Suddenly with a jerk, he turned a little sober. He waved goodbye to him rather hurriedly.

The impression of Ed to Orion was a second-generation heir who has enough property or money in a bank account that he can live as much as he likes without caring about money.

He is actually pretty close to him. When he was looking for affordable flats, he was the one who offered him while they by chance met in the night pub.

He thought he was just bragging while being drunk but the next day he was already at his hotel to take him to his promised rental flat.

They sometimes hold little parties and drinking games in his flat when he offers. But mostly he was a hard man to track. He is either shut-in for two or days or suddenly unreachable in God knows which part of the city.

But every time he meets him they usually meet up and drink a few drinks together.

But this time was a little different as he just casually asked him and immediately went out without any more talk.

But Orion was not a nosy man. Maybe he had some important business to settle. That's why he was leaving the flat on a rainy night, thought Orion. He waved him goodbye and entered his flat.

Edward waited for a few minutes in the corridor making sure he entered his flat. When Orion closed his door he turned to face the building entrance.

"Okay, Buddy you do not have to come here. You could have just called me. Everyone knows my number in the circle ?"

A man emerged from the shadows who was wearing a white pressed shirt. His shoulder was red due to an injury.

"Edward of Reuss! Others speak the truth about the fallen who mixes himself in the mortals to forget even basic etiquette for our race."

Edward placed his bottle down on the floor while rolling his eyes.

"Oh! So you are here to jest me then!"

"For I am here to not only jest but to drink you dry as a punishment for being an insult to our race."

Edward sighed dramatically,

"So, Mr. Perfect. You are implying that you are here to drink my blood not to heal yourself from that fatal wound of silver but because I deserve punishment for living mixing with mortals disgracing our species."

The other person didn't bother to argue but with superhuman speed jumped at Edward. In a few seconds, he was upon him.

The sharp two fangs grew from his teeths and his eyes turned red revealing the blood lust state of the vampire.

He bit in the neck of Edward and began drinking what he could describe as the most powerful blood he had ever drunk.

James was in a total frenzy at this time. His head was already under the rug losing his basic thinking capability. But if he would have been in the rational state he must have been pretty confused because everything seemed to be a little too easy.

It can be assumed that Leaving the Vampire circle maybe Centuries-old Edward was not as strong as his contemporaries but he is so weak to not even put any resistance this surely raises some red flags.

But unfortunately, he was a crazed animal right now. Loss of too much blood and holy spirit Silver which was inside his wound burning and poisoning him from within has taken a huge toll on him.

He had tried drinking several humans' blood while running from that damned vampire hunter but it was not much use against silver in his body. He required powerful blood. Only then he remembered the very famous but old gossip he heard in their circle.

Supposedly there was a centuries-old vampire. Hearing this part several vampires began shivering in fear. Because Vampires are all about the superiority hierarchy. The older one is, the stronger he is. The stronger he is, and the higher the rank he is in the hierarchy.

But that's it. This fear instantly turned into degrading comments when they listen to the next part about gossip.

Edward Reuss, a vampire since the 18th century from the province of Reuss in Europe. He lives like mortals and has relinquished from the vampire circle altogether.

It is heard that he had several mortal friends with whom he hangs out and lives his life like a total retard. Lost in alcohol, and poverty he lives as a disgrace to the noble fallen race.

James knew his address where this smudge on the fallen race was currently living. He, an eighty-year-old vampire, could surely take out a disgraced one he thought that time and drove towards his house.

Now as he was drinking the powerful blood of this century-old vampire which would not only heal him but also make him much much stronger. Then, he will go to that Vampire hunter and take his revenge on him and his family.

Suddenly a muffled shot rang out in the quiet corridor. James felt something burning in his stomach and he was unable to move.

Edward rolled him away from his top and checked his trousers and t-shirt for any signs of blood spillage.

"This old sh*t was running in the rain. He made my shirt wet too. "

James was currently feeling his intestines melting, looked at his new wound.

There was a fresh silver bullet in his gut that was melting him from inside.

Edward rolled his silenced pistol-like movie stars and said in teasing voice to evaporating James,

"I am keeping up with the time! Are you Mr. Perfect?"

'Vampire using vampire hunting silver Bullets ' This was the last thought of James as he felt his brain losing consciousness.

Seeing the blood spilled on the floor, Ed's eyes turned red and fangs came out of his mouth. He licked the blood of James from his fingers and his punctured neck healed itself in quite visible speed. After that, he took the body and dragged it into his room.

Well if you get free vampire blood at your door. Who will miss that? He gotta squeeze out the last drop of blood to store in his wine bottle to drink at leisure time.

He smiled as he congratulated himself in his mind for once again successfully using modern

Slang like "gotta" perfectly in his speech. This was a pretty sure method of self-encouragement of keeping himself motivated to learn changes in the language.

For the dead immortals like him, the most annoying thing was keeping up with the times.

Because of his old age, change of speaking language is becoming pretty common for him. Therefore he had to learn new trends otherwise people would begin to notice a young man speaking like a 'boomer'. He chuckled.