The Tale of Two Killers

The Tale of Two KillersBook OneAsiah A. Bosier Copyright © 2023 Asiah A. BosierAll rights reservedThe characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.Cover art by: notcypher Contents Title PageCopyrightPrefaceDedicationChapter IChapter IIChapter IIIChapter IVChapter VChapter VIChapter VIIChapter VIIIChapter IXChapter XChapter XIChapter XIIChapter XIIIChapter XIVChapter XVChapter XVIChapter XVIIChapter XVIIIChapter XIXChapter XXChapter XXIChapter XXIIChapter XXIIIChapter XXIVChapter XXVChapter XXVIChapter XXVIIChapter XXVIIIChapter XXIXChapter XXXChapter XXXIBOOK TWO PREVIEWBooks In This Series PrefaceAs a fair warning, before you begin the journey of diving into this work of fiction, please remember that this is a work of fiction purely meant for entertainment. With that being said, if you are not a fan of — mpreg — or the idea of male pregnancies, you may want to put this series down while you're ahead. In this world of vampires and lycans and witches and warlocks, there is a little sprinkle of mpreg throughout nearly every book, if not mentions of it.By all means, read ahead and perhaps give it a chance. It's not the main purpose of this series, of that I can assure you. Regardless of that, if you're into vampires as much as I am, dive head first into this supernatural romance series with great expectations. I've been obsessed with the genre since my wee days back in middle school; writing rough drafts and outlines I never quite did anything with. One thing; however, stuck with me throughout my youth of wanting to develop into a writer: the ability to come up with the most outrageous and none-existent vampire name and the name Hamilton H. Hamilton. Sounds a bit obnoxious doesn't it? But, finally I've utilized my outrageous vampire name and developed the character now known as Hamilton H. Hamilton. These two are my absolute favorites and I hope you enjoy following them throughout their journey together. Enjoy! “Life is a tragedy, one way or another. What is certain is that you die.”— The Vampire Armand (The Vampire Chronicles) Chapter IThe Vampire Slayer: Hamilton H. HamiltonHamilton, age 15London, EnglandYear — 1956Hamilton lay blind and immobile in a dimly lit basement. His hands were bound by a skilled knot as well as his ankles, and a blindfold had been tightly secured over his eyes. Untouched, he lay there, nothing but the sound of his shallow breathing could be heard, but Hamilton knew for a fact that he was not alone. After almost twelve years of training, his senses were advanced enough to know better. Even with the silence drowned all around him, the foreign aromas carried in the air told otherwise.With an ordinary inhale, Hamilton caught the dull scent of both flowery lavender and rusty musk. There were two others around him, a male and a female he assumed, and they stood about five to six feet from him, one on his right, the other to his left. He thought for only a quick second about how he was going to get out of this mess, and it didn’t take him long to discover a tactic he could use.“Cowards,” he spoke up. “You both are nothing but bloody cowards.”“You lay defenseless with two natural born killers,” a male voice said. He sounded at least in his mid-twenties, although he could very well have over a hundred years under his belt as an immortal. “Yet you speak like you think you have a chance in hell of getting out of here alive.”“That’s only because I plan on walking out of wherever this is alive,” Hamilton said. “You stand there with your words, but you’re also scared of a fifteen-year-old boy, so much that you would have me restrained. Ha, and you call yourselves vampires. I’ve seen more intimidating images in Nosferatu.”“You insult us with your petty comparison to a joke?” This voice had not been the male vampire from before. This was the woman, but Hamilton could not tell of her possible human age.When he heard footsteps pacing in front of him, he knew one of them had moved to stand beside the other that was once to his right. Given no one stood behind him, his fingers went to work on the knot keeping his hands tied. He slipped a finger here, pulled there, and began to feel it loosen.“You think you can fool us?” the male said, “You think we’re stupid enough to release you? No, little boy, we are going to take our sweet time tearing your limbs from your body and sucking every last drop of blood from your veins.”“Tell me more,” Hamilton smiled.“After!” the woman started, “We will send your remains back to your Public Station. We saw the insignia branded to the back of your neck and know exactly where your people reside. Once your body has been dealt with, we’ll send it to their front door. I’m sure they will appreciate the surprise.”Feeling the freedom for his hands getting closer, Hamilton chuckled and said, “You really told me more. How about I deliver them two individual sacks filled with your ashes? I’m sure they’d much rather have two gifts than one.”“You sure are slaggin’ off a lot for someone who’s about to lose their life.”The bounds fell apart and Hamilton heard freedom calling his name. With confidence on his side, he said, “How many times must I tell you, you two are the ones that will perish this night?”“That’s it,” the female vampire shouted, “I’ve had it with his mouth!”Feeling her presence growing nearer, Hamilton burst from his restraints and kicked out at