Chapter 3 - A life worth living,a death worth dying

During the time I started as a vampire hunter I always heard rumors about a hierarchy that was always absolute. 1.Ghouls. 2. Fledglings. 3. Lesser Vampires( those bellow the ages of 500 years). 4. Vampires (those who are above 500 years but bellow 2000 years). 5. The elder vampires ( 2000 year old monster who are said to have mastered blood related abilities to a high level. 5. Vampire lords( walking calamities in the flesh with not only a high level in blood manipulation but also have awakened special abilities). 6. Vampire proginator (????????) not much is known by them with records describing them as gods in the mortal realms. I don't give two fucks who you are and I don't care about your so called titles if you came to fight then just fight, what's with all this introductions like a pu….y. I almost fill bad about the guy my wife really has a sailor's mouth. As I scanned the surroundings I relied there seem to be some weird looking blood done around the house and it's immediate surroundings. I have heard of something like this a blood domain meaning unless we kill the domain master the domain will continue to weaken us. Of all the years I had walked on this earth I had never been shown such disrespect this insect, not only did she not tremble at the intense bloodlust i passively emit, she no it continued to insult me i Alfonso van sanguine the right hand to the blood lord. She will pay I will make it pay for this blood flames. I conjured a deep red flame to erase this thing from sight, and then huh what's this why am flying backwards and what's this pain did I just get flung back by this insects. Impossible as I crushed head first into the pavement all I could think about was the humiliation, me an elder was injured by this livestock. As I saw the creepy bastard about to attack my wife I quickly rushed to her side will just casually throwing a jab at the vampire in front of her, this blood dome is annoying it's been less than a few minutes and it has weaken me by this much or else that pumpose bastard would have been meat paste on the side road damn it. Are you alright Sarah, hum worry about your self idiot your back was wide open if not you would have been turned into a pin Cushing. I looked behind me to realise that Sarah had parry multiple blood spikes from impaling me, damn it I was careless. How dare you, how dare you I will make you rue this you hear me, you will rue this. Ooh shut up will you it's always with the nagging from you I'll say this again if you want to fight just fight, what's all this big talk with your head still stuck in the asphalt che, what are you an ostrich or no that's offensive, to the ostrich.