Chapter 10. Swoosh

ALICIA CHAY

I couldn't say that I ever saw a black European before, yet I was looking at one in the flesh. This went against the rumors that the darkened race was the real black jews. I wasn't antisemitic, nor would I ever be. Even if I was a vampire, I did not like people so I could care less about how humans perceived themselves. I. Wanted. Blood. There was perception, and then there was the truth.

I hated people. I loathed them. I detested them. They were whiny little mortals that cried like babies when they didn't get their way or didn't get what they wanted. The Greedy didn't care about the poor and the poor wanted fame just to rub shoulders with the Greedy.

The world was filled with dictators taking control of countries because they didn't have the smarts or intelligence to conquer it on their own without thousands in an army seizing and taking advantage of hostile takeovers. When I took the throne I didn't have an army; when I took the throne, I didn't have