Scourge of France

It had been over 84 years since he had left Grit. He knew it had been the only thing he could do. When he was with her she spent more time in Letimund. She seemed to want to try and live life in Letimund more and due to her small form she got hurt. Every time she got hurt it was like someone stabbing his with a knife. Every time she cut herself he wanted it. It burnt him from the inside out every time he caught even a tiny bit of her scent. Drey was not known for his control, he was probably recorded somewhere as the most blood thirsty vampyre in existence. He never god bored and he practically never got full. He hadn’t noticed the latter until after he had left Grit. Before Grit he just ran on instinct and alone. Sex, blood and killing with the odd theft chucked in here and there.

Then he had met Grit. She gave him 5 years before he nearly ended up getting killed again. His Petite Mort. But in that century that he was with her he realised that he liked being with someone else. He liked actually being with another person. He hadn’t done anything for the first decade. He had left France and travelled Europe a little and debated going to America but couldn’t be bothered. After 5 minutes he was regretting his decision but he knew that Grit would be better off without him. Better off without a vampyre who could snap any minute and drain her dry. 

Drey had tried to turn someone after around 10 years. That was when he found that it was impossible. His blood was like acid and it killed anyone he tried to kill straight away. He had tested it out of a few peoples and realised that there likely was not a poison on the planet that killed faster than his blood did. It amused him for a few years before he worked out it meant something worse. He was stuck on his own. 

He didn’t really associate with other Remnants. They just reminded him of Grit. It was driving him mad but he kept the killings low. Grit had taught him how to kill just so much that the other remnants didn’t look in on him. He knew how far he could go in each town or city before he would have to move on again.

He tried to moderate how much he ate but found it impossible. It wasn’t that he didn’t have the will power but if he went more than a day or two the pain set in and he just felt weak with every passing minute let alone days. He captured a few vampyre over this time to see if this was a general thing or if it was another thing that was just him. 

After a few more years and 40 vampyres later he found out that it was another thing that was just known to him. That was probably around the time that Drey went toward anger. At everything. He killed anyone that dared to get too close to him and drank as much as his hunger told him too which now he knew was a damned sight more than everyone else. There was still one thing however. He never touched children. He had killed the most innocent adults that where on the planet but he would never touch children. Some people thought he did. He was just assumed to be a killer through and through. He was still known as the Scourge of France even if he had probably killed just as many people everywhere else but the name stuck.

He had a few other but Drey never really paid attention to them. He liked being the Scourge of France. After he had spent around 60 years on his own there where very few remnants that would go anywhere near him. He was unstable, violent and completely unpredictable. He would go from caring for someone to snapping their neck to feeding on them. By 80 years Drey was coming down of the anger and getting to what you could probably call a midlife crisis. However if you did be prepared to have your spine torn clean from your body. Due to his diet he was stronger than most vampyres, he fed more in a day than some did in a month or even a year depending on his mood.

He had his tattoos, he had his bike. The scythe on his chest was shaded perfect and stood out on his pale white skin. The only other mark on his chest was the circle of black thorns that lay over his heart. His bike was also his baby and had Grit written on it in beautiful writing. He would never explain it to anyone but then there were few people stupid enough to dare ask him about it anyway. 

Now you get to Drey today. He’s gone from anger to mothering and he’s back up now with a new plan. He can’t see a point of generally existing anymore considering the only person who cares about him and the only person he had ever cared about was no longer with him and although that he knew it was better from her he selfishly wanted her back. Either that or he wanted out. There was no fight and chase in it for him anymore; he’d lost the surge of life that kept him going.

He’d debated a few idea’s, he knew a few Angels he could find and piss off and get him himself up for execution again but that would be tricky in this day and age. Humanity had gotten bored of killing other humans for fun so they couldn’t do it as publically as they had in the past. It was laughable to him because he knew that humanity had not changed as much as it thought it had. They were running around thinking they were bigger and better watching people die but now they just watched people suffer. They were no better than your average vampyre and he definitely was not your average vampyre. He’d hit a few places so far. Function rooms, pubs, inn’s. He was starting a little bit of a pattern. So he wasn’t being stupid he was laying a trap. 

He just hoped there would be some hunter smart enough to realise what he was doing because he couldn’t make it any more obvious without it obviously looking like a trap. If you looked at a map there was a perfect straight line of the places he was hitting and leaving every one dead. Each place he was killing way over a hundred or so and there was barely a day in between each place. He was drinking enough so he didn’t really need sleep. He’d ran into a few hunters before but he had accidentally killed then when he was fighting them and they hadn’t even really been a threat to him. Last nights had been a funeral actually. Drey had found it quite amusing that he was killing every one at a funeral. He never touched the children, he made sure there were none in the room before he locked the doors and started killing every one.

A hunter had come around, he was boring and had ranted at him about him being an affront to the lord and all that crap but he had been too late. Drey only had a few people in the room left to kill and he had drank enough that his hand struck out with lightning and slammed the hunter onto one of the hooks for coats on the room. Drey was oddly amused by the way the hunter was stuck to the wall. He’d searched through the guys pocked and found a few things of interest, apparently hanging hunter dude was called Johnny. Not that it matter but hey, hunters like travelled in packs like coyotes so he could use him to get some smarter hunters. He found a map and realised Johnny had a bit on an idea of what he was doing. Drey filled in the ton of information he was missing. Heck maybe Drey was giving them too much credit. 

Grit said that vampyres brain died when they were turned. Drey was sure hunter’s didn’t have one to start off with. Heck if he could he’d turn one just for funsies. He worked the map in Johnny dear’s own writing and circled this and his next spot tomorrow. Added in a leaflet for the wedding he was planning on crashing tomorrow. He hadn’t done a wedding yet because people had an annoying tendency to bring kids. This one was fab though as there were no kids on the guest list as it was some sort of fancy midnight wedding thing. Humans were odd. It did however work for him. He grabbed Johnny dears phone and put it in his hand. Drey knew he was a dead man, he was just on borrowed time, he had maybe 15 minutes of slowly dying to go and there was no way of saving him. But hey! Maybe he could call a friend for help who will get pissed off and hell bent on revenge. 

Drey walked out of the room. Leaving 3 girls on the floor of the blood soaked room in complete and utter shock over what he had done. There had been no cameras in the funeral room but there was in the corridor. Drey had just walked in like a guest but he wanted to show whoever was going to find him next his face. He found a camera and pulled a table over so he could get up close and personal with it. He had never been a clean eater and there was blood staining half his face, neck and pure white silk shirt. He grinned and the camera and showed his fang brazenly. Drey never hid from anyone. He than stuck his finger up to the camera and sped off at vampyre speed from the building. Hell if that wasn’t a come and get me message he didn’t know what was.

He realised it was about 1am… he had quite a bit of time to kill. The wedding was in 2 days. He went back to the hotel room he had rented. Entering by scaling the walls seeing as he would likely cause a panic going in covered in blood. He slept for a while, showered and got rid of all of the blood. He hoped that some fun hunters had from hanging hunter… whatever him name was and that they would find the information he had left on him. They would likely think that hanging due had tracked him … Vampyre didn’t give their plans to people. It was like bad guy rule number one. Hell it was right up there with having your evil hoard where clear helmets so good guys couldn’t infiltrate.

It was around 10pm by the time he realised that he should start heading to this wedding. He hadn’t bothered scoring a date to this one. He was just going to turn up when the ceremony had started. There was only 1 door to the church there was no back entry and it was pretty much just one room so he wouldn’t even need to spend a long time securing the building.

He threw a pair of tight black jeans and his heavy boots before throwing on another white silk shirt. What so what if he was going a little bit Lestat on their asses. He was trying to get peoples attentions after all. Might as well do the whole whack. His hair was well past his shoulders by now as he hadn’t cut it in a good while. Hell even if he was wearing skin tight jeans and a frilly white silk shirt he still made it look good.

He got to the church at half past midnight and opened the large oak doors with ease. They took at least 10 people to open them manually and that was only from the outside. From inside it took a hell of a lot more. There was an automated button of the outside that you could use to open it and Drey found this was far more entertaining. Plus, he’d leave the button thing outside for the hunters to figure out. 

He pulled the doors out towards him and braced an arm on each door. They were only opened enough to let him walk through. He didn’t bother with a charade this time and grinned openly. Those closest to him scrambled to get away whilst people at the from where trying to get a better look. The priest looked terrified and the bride looked annoyed. Probably because he was interrupting. He sped to start of the walk way down the middle of the isles and was stood relaxed as the door sprang back and slammed shut. He held his hand up and showed the people what he had, the only way of opening the door, he had torn it clean of the wall and crushed it in front of them before slamming his hands together in a deafening crack that echoed over the silent church, everyone in shock. Drey loved this part, the quiet before the storm, the silence before the din of screen that would start any minute now.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I do apologise for interrupting your little get together … Wait no I don’t. I have been planning this for nearly 3 whole days so you should think your self honoured really. I’m surprised you don’t know me already… Oh wait.” Drey snapped his fingers and sighed as if he was remembering something obvious. “I keep forgetting that you humans are trying to believe you are the only sentient people on this planet… top of the food chain and blah blah… Blah.” He emphasized the last Blah as he walked up to the groom and turned him to face him. He was still speaking loud enough for everyone to hear him but he kept a hand on each of the grooms shoulders.“Your not Btw. You little happy meals with legs running around in different flavours…” He dipped his head to the man and smelt his neck before pulling back with a frown on his face. “Ew. As with everyone there has to be a flavour I hate. You sir are it.” Drey grinned before snapping the grooms neck. The sound was as loud as a gunshot and echoed through the large church. Barely a second later the crowd erupted into panic, people screaming and running for the door.

“What…. No offers? Ah well. You’re all in my lunch box now.” Drey grinned to the bride who was stunned as she dropped to the floor and was seemingly moving through sludge after seeing her soon to be husband dead on the floor. “Don’t worry sweety, your AB Neg, I’m saving you for desert.” Drey grinned and winked at her before speeding towards the pass of people screaming and hammering to get out. He picked a few of from the back almost lazily. Before any of them knew it he had drain 5 people dead and thrown them back towards the chains not caring where they went. His chin, neck and the front of his white silk shirt where already stained red and that wasn’t about to change, it would just get worse. Drey’s thirst outmatched pretty much every vampyre in existence and he didn’t know why. Nor did he care.

By the time it was getting to 1am Drey was starting to think the hunter couldn’t make it or they were just really late. Stupid hunters. There was around 6 people left and over a 130 dead. The stone floor of the church was pretty much dyed red and the few people left where slipping and failing to run on the slick floor properly. Drey however was used to it and wore boots that gripped pretty much anything. Well he wasn’t about to cover a room in blood to find that he could walk in it was he. The church might as well have been a canvas, everything was how he had wanted it and the brides dress was pretty much stained red and matched with his shirt. She hadn’t moved from the alter which didn’t shock Drey. She was still in shock when he walked over to her and pulled her up so she was standing in front of him.

He looped his right hand around her back and held her straight up against him, she didn’t resist or anything and Drey didn’t waste time before going for her neck. Definitely worth saving till the end. Her blood was the sweetest out of every one in the church. Drey grinned but didn’t stop feeding of her when he heard the noise of the doors opening. He waited until the doors had opened before raising his head. Keeping his arm around the still conscious girl, her dress had more red that white now and was pretty much identical to his shirt. Drey turned his head and saw that he had attracted two hunters this time. Maybe they would be enough to put him on Grit’s list. Drey grinned at them and kept the girl in his arms, she was leant back slightly, her neck openly bleeding out and even her blonde hair was partially stained with blood by this time.

“You’re a bit late for the wedding, but just in time for the main show.” He swung the girl back up to him and planted a kiss on her lips before snapping her neck and dropped her to the floor infront of him where her body fell down the few steps onto the isle. Drey rubbed his hands together and looped him thumbs into her belt loops and kept his usual cocky expression on his face. “So boys, you’ve found me. What’s your next move?”