My Benefactor

My Benefactor Chapter Six

My Benefactor

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Chapter Six
Picture on the side is Cooper (Model Donny Ware)

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(Derek's POV)

"I've talked with The Pillars about the incident at Treleau High. Unfortunately, that thing wasn't sanctioned. Not even a warning," one of the Elders, Marcus, said putting enough distaste on the word 'thing'. A few strands of his long black hair fell over his daunting coal black eyes as he scowled, crossing his arms over his chest, bunching up his taut biceps as he sat stiffly on his chair. His define cheekbones and strong jawline made his inhuman beauty refinely menacing. His predatory face, to back it up, redefined the definition of terror.

The Elders weren't a big fan of them since the dawn of time. We were taught to loathe them, seeing they were the most soiled, degraded and worthless beings that ever existed.

I fought a snort that was traitorously escaping from my lips as Marcus blabbed about how  loathesome they were and what not, but I guess he heard me. Sometimes, having advanced hearing was an inconvenience. It was a never ending cycle, hearing the same lines over and over again, and I had grown tired of it. Don't get me started with the humans. He sees them as source of nourishment and sustinence, nothing more, nothing less.

"Is there something you would like to add, Derek?" Marcus sneered.

I shook my head, struggling to compose myself from his absurd ranting, "Nothing, Marcus. Please continue."

The Elders consisted of five powerful purebloods; mainly Marcus, Rockilian, Talon, Connor and lastly, me.

Talon's a handful of us all. He had short dark brown hair, spiked in different directions. His piercing brown eyes was a death trap for the ladies. His trademark smirk was his most prized physical attribute, thus dubbed him the womanizer of the Elders. Though he may have mastered the art of undressing a woman in five seconds flat, his cunningness and ingenuity comes in handy on dire situations.

Rockilian was the curious one. For him, the saying, 'curiosity kills a cat' was pure hogwash. Anything that had to do with puzzlement and mystery was worth scrutinizing with the aid of science. He had short light brown hair, parted elegantly to the side. He had warm brown eyes and a straight nose. His lower lip was fuller than the top. But don't let that gentle look fool you. He can be vicious if he wants to be.

And of course, Connor. The dopey one. He was Talon's best friend and sidekick. Out of all the Elders, his calm demeanor was something Marcus frowned upon. His pale blue eyes were usually droopy, as though he had short hours of sleep. He had short wavy dark brown hair, straight nose and pink lips curled up in a smile that said 'Chill out. Relax.'

It was of course, to be an Elder, you have to be pure. Yes, born as a vampire not converted. Converted ones were classified as  rogues because of the impurity of their blood. Being an Elder was also inhereted or passed down specifically from a family member until such time he choose to step down, the next in line will fill in the spot, continuing the course of heritage and time.

Vampires have clans. In human lingo, it was more like a club or an organization but for us, a clan was like a crest representing lineage and history, thus for every Elder comes with a clan to represent and continue to thrive for the very survival of our kind.

Marcus was the most powerful and stubborn of the lot. He refused to accept a certain clause of the Sacred Laws of Coexistence which we created and followed together with them about coexisting harmoniously. He said it was a big joke. As he said vehemently, humans should be locked up in a laboratory for blood supply, and their horrid race should be erradicated from the face of the earth.