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Chapter 2 – Revenge
“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?” Shouted lord Mordekai
“YOU KNOW VERY WELL THAT YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO GO TO THE SURFACE” I stood alone in a dark room, all that could be seen was an arched stone table where 13 Elder Vampires sat, including my father, who looked down at me in shame.
“DRACE DARKCROW IS SERIOUSLY INJURED AND YOU ARE TO BLAME” He continued to shout.
“I THINK I HAVE NO OTHER ALTERNATIVE THAN TO BANISH YOU…..”
“Lord Mordekai” my father interrupted.
“All boys make mistakes, even if this is a very stupid one, he deserves to be punished of course but banishment, it’s a bit harsh” my father protested to the old and very evil looking Lord Mordekai. Lord Mordekai pondered this for a moment and looked as though he was about to agree when another vampire burst into the room from the door behind me. The shallow light from the rooms from behind the door filled the room in a sudden flash. He closed the door behind him and the room went dark again.
“What is it?” Asked Lord Mordekai, now turning his attention to the new arrival. I looked around at the man and saw that he was tall, with golden shoulder length locks and pale blue, misty eyes, which held many secrets within their depths.
“I have some rather unfortunate news,” the man said, speaking in an old English accent. “I tried my best, but Master Darkcrow is dead.” The words hit me with such a force that I fell to my knees.
“That is the final straw,” Lord Mordekai said in a matter of fact way. “Gabriel Von Alberict is sentenced to death.”
“But Lord…,” my father began.
“SILENCE,” Lord Mordekai shouted. “My word is final.”
"At least give me a moment to say goodbye" My father pleaded.
"Very well Hawkray, you may have an hour."
The world swirled around me. The small amounts of colour in the room were a blur. The torches on the wall swimed sickly in my mind as I tried not to vomit.
“Leave us,” came Lord Mordekai’s voice, and I stumbled dizzily out of the room. Even more colours of white, red and orange appeared and it was just too much. I leaned over and vomited onto the red carpeted floor, then passed out in my own sick.
When I woke I found myself I my room. I tried to stand, but as I got halfway up the room started to spin and I slumped back down onto the floor.
“Never has so much shame befallen the Alberict name, let alone any name” My father said from behind me I spun around and forced myself to stand.
“WHAT THE ******** WERE YOU THINKING” he snapped. Then he realised that he had shouted and looked ashamed.
“Sorry Gabriel it’s just that” he began as I looked back at him not saying a word.
“How did Drake die” I asked when he didn’t continue. “Was it slow?” I added to his confused face.
“Oh” he said realising what I was asking. “Well considering you played a part in his murder I think you should know the full truth” he said in a cruel taunting way, as if hopping to make me feel guilty.
“He died a very slow and agonising death, loss of blood.” It worked; my heart sank and crumbled as if burnt.
“You have to leave now,” He added solemnly.
“The elders changed there mind?” I asked.
"No, but you must leave now, I'm not going to let them kill you" My father said urgently. I walked over to my coffin and pulled out a small pocket watch that contained a picture of my mother, inscribed on the back were the words ‘Lillieth Beatrice, my heart forever’. It had been a gift from my father to my mother, and I took it when she died. I also pulled out a hand crafted knife and sheath that Drake made for me when I turned 14 in February. I drew the knife from the brown leather sheath that it was held in and looked one more into its beauty. The knife waved up and down until it came to a point. On the silver shimmering blade were runes from the ancient language, etched deeply.
“hurry up” My father rushed me. I stormed out of the room not saying goodbye, and pushing him aside in the process. I continued to walk through the hall, to hundreds of staring faces. I didn’t take any notice of them but kept on walking right out into the surface.
“I’m going to kill them” I shouted angrily. It was still dark, but it would be getting light soon. All I could think about was getting them for what they did. I stood in the middle of the street with the full moon staring down at me. Then I did the worst thing anyone could do during the full moon. As loud as I could I howled. I held the note for a moment then stoped, still compelled to do what I must. I looked up at a dark looming tree and jumped. I soared through the air to a branch near the top were I could have a full view of the scene.
I waited for a minute, maybe two. I would wait for hours if that’s how long it took, but it didn’t, two werewolves like the ones I had seen before came swiftly out of the darkness from down the street.
Another five ran out to greet them from behind the tree I hid inside.
“Did you call us” growled one of the five to the ones who arrived first.
“No” they replied “did you not call us” they asked back.
“Obviously not” another of the five barked.
“Who called me” came yet another voice from yet another shadow as another werewolf came onto the road.
“It was not us” the others replied.
“What a waste of time” he growled deeply. They all turned to leave and I knew it was now or never, I jumped down from the tree as I pulled the dagger from my sheath on my waist. I landed right on top the latest arriving werewolf and plunged my dagger into his back. He yelped loudly and died almost instantly.
The others turned around and howled loudly. I knew they were calling more to the scene, but I didn’t care, these seven would surely kill me before they got here. They advanced slowly growling and baring their teeth, like they always did before they killed their pray. One on the far right broke the formation and jumped towards me, sailing through the icy air with silent perfection. I stepped to the right swiftly and held up the dagger. The werewolf missed me by an inch and landed on the ground behind me. He skidded to a stop and spun around, before jumping once more through the air. I moved again but this time as he flew past time seemed to slow. My eyes focused and I held the dagger to his throat. I pulled it back in a flick and his throat gapped open. Droplets of his dark purple blood sprayed from his wound over the ground and covered the werewolves he was jumping back towards. Time sped up again as he landed with bone cracking heaviness on one of his fellow werewolves crushing its pelvis. The five werewolves left were taken aback by this and looked worried but still ferocious towards me. I couldn’t believe that I had done it, let alone how I’d done it. I wanted to ponder this but I had no time, the remaining werewolves advanced towards me with quick precision. Then like bullets flying through the air they all came towards me at once. My anger grew rapidly to a breaking point and I transformed. All my teeth grew longer and sharpened to a point. My eyes turned blood red and my fingernails grew sharp and blackened. Without thinking I moved through the air, I jumped acrobatically and landed cat like on top a werewolf that jumped towards where I was standing. Time slowed once more and I plunged the dagger into his skull. It stuck like glue and I was forced to leave it as another sailed through the air towards me from the left. I jumped up from the dead werewolf who was still in the air, and kicked the new one in the left side of his face with my right foot. His neck snapped with a defining crack and his head limped to one side. Another came from the right and from the angled position I was in spun around and kicked him facing backwards. My left heel slammed into his jaw forcing it upwards. His K9 teeth split through his eyes as his jaw broke up into the roof of his mouth. I was facing back wards now and I landed on the ground with one foot. I knew the next one wouldn’t be too far behind so I jumped upwards as high as I could. I flipped slowly through the slow motion air and saw the werewolf that would have killed me if I had not moved below me as I was suspended upside down in mid air. Then as I came down I positioned my body and landed on top the werewolf as if riding a horse. His legs buckled and gave way under the downwards force I applied. I plunged my hand down with long back fingertips through his skin and grabbed his bony spine. With a hard tug I ripped out his spine and held it above my head. The dark purple blood dripped from it in large droplets. I stoped to admire it when I realised that there was one more werewolf left to kill. I tried to move but it was too late. A hard force pushed me from behind and I a second I was pinned to the ground looking up into the face of an exceptionally angry looking werewolf and with no where to run, I was as good as dead.
 Commander Ando · Fri Aug 22, 2008 @ 11:24am · 1 Comments |
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