Blood Revenge
The Night Stalker Crew Series
By Alina Meuangkhot
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2011 by Alina Meuangkhot
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Acknowledgements:
I’d like to thank Oriol Gomez for helping me with the English to Spanish translation for this book. Unfortunately, I didn’t have much luck with English to Swedish. However, I still gave it my best shot with the google translator. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this book.
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TRISTAN
I shot out of bed and on to the floor. The pain coursing through me felt like I was being set on fire. What the fuck, I gasped out. The ringing of a telephone was like a sonic boom to my already splitting headache. I reach blindly for it and snatched it out of its cradle. I put it to my ear and listened. I didn’t say anything, matter of fact, I couldn’t say anything if I wanted to. I listen as the screaming grew louder and raspier and then died off. I slammed the phone down and got painfully to my feet. I focused all my energy and teleported out of my room. What met me on the other side were memories that would haunt me for as long as I live. The smell of smoke, the smell of burning flesh, and blood, lots of blood was the first thing I noticed when I got there. The room was a fire pit. It was painted dark red and bared of everything but the fire in the center. I watched in disbelief as the remaining fire burnt itself out. I snarled and stalked to the door. The anger I couldn’t feel earlier replaced the pain I felt. I open the door, hallways led in all directions. I moved towards the sound of voices and stop just before the opened door and listen. “She’s a tough bitch,” said one of them. “She fights like she’s from a powerful bloodline.”
“She did give us three names to go by though. She says we’ll regret it for killing her,” said another one.
“Should one of us go check if she’s ash yet?” asked another. This one sounded very young.
“Yes, you shall check,” said the first. I moved away from the door and hid myself in the corner. I watched as he walked out and came towards me. I went through his mind and pulled his name and pulled back out. He stopped when he saw me.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?”
I bared my fangs at him. “Don’t you have something to do?” I hissed.
He snarled. “I said—“
“Please, go on, don’t let me stop you.” He glared at me and continued walking, and I followed. He led me back to the pit room. He frowned at the opened door a few seconds and went inside. He walked over to the center of the room and looked down. “Find anything of interest?” I asked.
He whirled around and snarled. “Who the fuck are you?” He launched himself at me, but I was quicker. I froze him midair. He struggled against my mental hold. I threw him across the room. He fell to the ground, and I was on him before he can even try to get up. I wrapped my hands around his throat. “What the fuck are you—“
“Tell me something, did she taste delicious? Did you get what you want? Did she keep you entertained?” I growled. “Or was she too good for you that you didn’t get your fangs anywhere near her?” He looked startled and confused. “Pity.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” he gasped out.
“Oh really? I leaned down and whispered in his ear. “Evelyn.”
“I don’t know who she is.”
“Do you know who I am? I’m sure you heard about me. My name probably pops up in every conversation at your little meeting.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Wonderful.”
“Let me go.”
“I don’t think so. I like you to relax while your little friends get here. I’m sure it won’t take long at all.”
“No. Please. Don’t.”
“Just a little something to help you out,” I whispered and struck, releasing my lovely special venom in his bloodstream. He gave a blood curdling scream. I withdrew my fangs, licking my lips. I got off of him. I watched as he writhed on the floor. “They’ll be here in no time.” I moved away from him and cloaked my presence from the room. “You know, killing a fledgling is so much fun. Oh, and Pete? Tell them who I am, because I know that you know who I am.” A minute later, the door flew opened and they stormed in. They flashed to his side asking all kinds of questions. There were twelve of them including the one on the floor. Through all the commotion, they didn’t notice me as I stepped up to one of them and grabbed several matchsticks and a lighter from the bag. I walked over to the fire pit and lit up each matchsticks and tossing it in. It was the fire that caught their attention. They all spun around to look at me. A second later, they all rushed me. I was out of their way in a split second. I put them all in a mental hold. “Silence,” I snarled. The room went silent like switching off a light switch. I silenced the asshole that was still screaming his head off. I walked over to them.
“Who are you?” the nearest one to me asked.
“Does it matter?” I moved them all to the edge of the pit. I flashed over to the one on the floor and jerked him up.
“Why are you doing this?” another asked, looking behind him.
“Why did you do it to Evelyn?”
“Who are you?” another one asked.
I ignored them as I moved him to the pit. “Who’s the leader of this group?” I asked.
“I am,” said the tallest of the group.
“Wonderful, you’ll watch your fellow member burn.”
“No, don’t.”
“Evelyn is my sister,” I hissed and pushed the one I was still holding.
“No,” the leader screamed as each one fell into the fire.
“Now you know what it feels like.” I grabbed him and dragged him into another room which looked like a conference room. I slammed him against the wall and pinned him. “What’s the name of your so called organization?”
“Fuck off,” he snarled.
“Fine, be that way.” I let him go and blasted his mind open. He screamed and fell to the floor as I sifted through his head. I pulled out all the info that I needed and released him. “Thanks.”
“Fuck you,” he snarled. He gave me a murderous glare.
I smiled. “Tell Aiden I’m looking for him,” I said and teleported myself back to my room. I scream and wondered why Avery wasn’t there. I punched the window and glass flew in all direction. I stared out the shattered window, trying to calm myself, because screaming and throwing things wouldn’t revenge Evelyn. Nothing would.
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Chapter One Reflecting
I felt her pain. I heard her screams. I didn’t know I was feeling the pain of death until it was too late. I can remember the event like it was yesterday. For fifteen years, I’ve been hunting and slaughtering every single vampire that was involve with the organization or knew something about that day, and there’s only one vampire that I really want, and that’s the leader of this Desecrator group. I always came close to finding him, but he always manages to stay one step ahead of me, but this time, I will find him and slaughter him like the piece of shit he was. I was like shadow breathing down their necks, waiting, watching.
I looked at the clock on the wall. It was two in the morning. I growled and sent a sharp command to the door. It flew opened just like I want it to. I stalked out into the cool night. I inhaled the air and walked down the street. Car whizzed by and rap music thumped in almost all the car that passed by. I also heard a siren off in the distance, and it was getting louder as it got closer to where I was. I continued walking as red and blue lights flashed by. I turn the corner and spotted a shadowy figure up ahead. I kind of blamed my brother about that fateful day. Maybe I shouldn’t, but we never spoke about that day, probably never will, if it comes down to it. I walked towards the shadowy figure. I stopped in front of him. I didn’t say anything as I waited for him to speak first. “She’s not in town.” I just looked at him. “I tracked her all the way to Los Angeles.” I nodded and walked away from him. “I’m coming with you rather you want me too or not,” he called after me. I mentally told him to fuck off. I felt the stirring of the air behind me, but I just kept on walking.
“Hey, you going somewhere?” I didn’t answer her. She put her hand on my shoulder. I stiffened and stopped walking. If she didn’t take her hand off of me soon, I was going to bite it off for her. Feeling the tension or reading my mind, she took her hand off of me. She came around to face me. “Where’s your brother?”
“Diving off scaffoldings,” I muttered.
She glared at me. “Seriously, did you meet up with him?” I nodded stiffly. “Are you letting him go with you?”
“Nothing I say is going to stop him anyways.” I stared at her. “My brother tells you everything, doesn’t he?” She nodded. I stepped away from her. “He’s back there somewhere.” She gave me another glare before disappearing and leaving me to mind my own business. I prefer to be alone anyways.
I continued my way down the streets, the glare from headlights blinding me. I should’ve brought my sunglasses. Oh well. Being from a powerful bloodline can sometimes be a pain in the ass, but sometimes it can be very useful, like reading minds for instance, so much for turning off the switch. I smiled evilly at the thought of how everybody falls under my incanting abilities. I leaned against a tree, blending myself with the shadows. Inhaling the sultry air, I pulled out my phone and texted Trynnadon with the arrival info and to watch out for me, my brother, and his precious girlfriend. I flipped the phone shut and slipped it back in my pocket. I let my mind wander back to that day fifteen years ago, the words playing over in my head. “She’s a tough bitch. She fights like she’s from a powerful bloodline. She did give us four names to go by though, and she says we’ll regret it for killing her. Should one of us go check if she’s ash yet?” I snapped back to reality. She… she… she… Oh, how I wish I could kill them all over again. My phone buzz and I pulled it out with unnecessary force. “What?” I growled.
“Such an impolite way of answering the phone,” Trynnadon hissed. “I was just wondering what time you’ll be arriving.”
I looked at the time on the phone. “Three hours,” I growled.
“So, I’ll be expecting you around nine-thirty?” I hissed in response. He chuckled. “I’m guessing that’s a yes?” I hit the end button and turned off my phone before flipping it shut and slipping it back in my pocket. My brother and I will be driving an hour and a half from San Diego to Los Angeles in a few hours. Adalyn will be coming along for the ride, because anything that involved bloodshed she wanted in, and bloodshed was at the top of my list at the moment. I cursed and stepped out of my hiding spot. It was getting brighter by the second. I sighed and made my way home. When I turn the corner, I could see my brother on the front porch, waiting for me, so much for avoiding him. I leaped up on the porch behind him and send a sharp command at the door, and it flew open, hitting the wall with a loud thump. He shrugged as he felt me glaring at the back of his head. He stepped inside, and I passed him to my room, knowing very well that he was going to follow sooner or later. I sat down on the bed and stared at the opposite wall. I felt him there before he uttered a word. He was standing there, like waiting for a fucking permission to come in. I glanced over at him and back to the blank wall. He walked in and came to stand in front of me, blocking my view. “I texted you a dozen times,” he said. I didn’t say anything. I’m thinking of leaving earlier than planned.” I just looked at him, waiting for him to continue. “Listen, if we get there sooner than later, we might catch her before she skip town again.”
I sighed. “When?”
He thought about it for a minute. “In half an hour?”
I nodded. “Get your girl and be back here.” He nodded and flashed out of my room. I cursed and pulled out my phone for the millionth time and texted Trynnadon.
I stood up and paced around the room. I so wish that seconds were minutes, but that wasn’t the case when I looked at the clock ticking down second after second. I walked out the door as I heard my brother coming in. Adalyn gave me a nod as a greeting. She was still afraid of me. I so didn’t blame her. I smiled at her, showing her a hint of my fangs. Avery stiffened. “Easy brother… I wasn’t going to touch her.” He glared at me. I laughed. “Touchy.” He glanced at the clock and started muttering under his breath. We waited as the long-hand on the clock moved slowly to six. Avery sighed and headed for the door. I slammed the door shut and made my way to the car which was already up and running. I got in the back while Avery and Adalyn got the front. He turned to look at me, his eyes narrowing. “Did you feed?” he asked stiffly. I glared at him. He shook his head, answering his own question. He turned back to the front and we were off. “Be nice if you did,” he muttered to himself.
“If you ask me that again when you know the answer, I’ll bite your precious girl,” I hissed. Adalyn made a sound and leaned forward, hoping I wouldn’t grab for her.
“You wouldn’t,” he said, sounding uncertain.
“You don’t believe that I would?” In a blur, I threw myself forward and grabbed Adalyn, pulling her back and holding her tightly against the seat. The car swerved dangerously. Avery snarled and slammed on the brakes. Cars that were behind us honk their horns and give us the finger. I licked the side of her neck. She jerked and whimpered. We were now parked in the middle of the road. Avery hissed wildly.
“Let her go,” he growled. I glanced at him. He was taut as a cable that was about to break, his eyes that were once ringed with red were now pitch black. Adalyn snarled and tried to shake me off, but I held on, tightening my grip. “Let. Her. Go. You made your point,” he hissed. He glanced in the rearview mirror. “Cops, behind us.” I tense up, restrained myself and let go of her as the siren blared, deafening me for a few seconds. I settled back and watched as the two officers came up to the driver window. One of them knocked. Avery threw me a murderous glare before turning back to the officers and rolling down the window. The two officers checked who was in the car. I stared at them blankly.
“What are you three doing, driving around this early?”
Avery stared at both of them, catching them under his gaze. “Nobody called in; you were on your routine patrols.”
“You can do better than that, brother.”
“You saw nothing interesting while patrolling,” said Avery, ignoring me completely. The officers nodded and went back the way they came. Avery put the car into gear and floored it.
“In a hurry?” I asked coldly. I pricked my tongue against one of my fangs, tasting my own blood. Avery hissed as the scent of blood reached him. He slowed and put the car into park on the side of the road. “Giving me permission?” Adalyn breathing grew faster. She put her hand on the door. Opening it, she vaulted out of the car. I was out in a flash and caught up to her in matter of seconds, Avery right behind me. Before he can get to her, I grabbed her and pulled her to me, holding her against my chest. She struggled to break out of my embrace with no luck. Avery came around to face me. I stared him down, my hunger rising to a breaking point. I stiffened to control it, trying not to think about Adalyn still struggling in my arms and the blood pulsing under her skin.
“Let her go,” said Avery.
“Blast him,” Adalyn gasped. As a last ditch effort, she turned her head and buried her fangs in my arm, releasing a huge amount of venom into my bloodstream. I hissed as the taste of metal coated my mouth. I held on even tighter and she squealed in pain. “Did you tell her that venom affects you and me differently?” I hissed. Avery went very still and so did Adalyn. “Yeah… You. Didn’t…”
“I do know,” Adalyn whispered. Every hair on her arms stood up. “Fuck,” she hissed. “Avery,” she whimpered. “You have no choice, blast him. It will keep him out for a while,” she pleaded. “Please…” she moaned. Avery pulled out something and in a blur shot me with a stun gun made by that genius Wesley. I cursed and let her go as he shot me several more times. I saw Adalyn pulling out her own gun and started shooting me as well. I hit the ground and pain held me in place. The world started to spin. Avery came up beside me and shot me one more time. The last thing I heard was something about making something stronger before I lost consciousness.
The first thing I notice when all my senses came back to life was the motion of the car moving. Nausea rolled through me. I clamp my mouth tightly and breathe slowly in and out to keep from puking my contaminated blood all over the car. I seriously needed to feed or puke it out.
“He’s awake,” Adalyn whispered. My eyes popped open at the sound of her voice, and I cringed at the bright ass ball of flame. With my arm over my eyes, I reached into the bag and pulled out my sunglasses and slipped it on. I still didn’t bother to open my eyes which were burning like a bitch at the moment. Damn, how long have I been out?
“Several hours,” said Avery. “I got you good, after I shot you several times.” I tensed as the nausea that was gripping me turned into raging hunger. “Fuck,” hissed Avery. “Oh please don’t even think about it yet,” he pleaded. “We’re two minutes away.” I curled into myself and locked my muscles in place. Fuck my life; this was going to end badly.
“Go, go,” Adalyn yelled at him. I snarled at the sound of her voice and she gave a small scream. My eyes snapped open and locked on the side of her throat which was pulsing a million miles per hour. I could hear Avery taking deep breaths in and out.
“Let me out,” I hissed.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” he snapped. I growled at him. “Besides, we’re here. Ada, get out.” In a split second she had the door opened and was running towards the house and was pounding on it. Avery got out and in a blur he had his hands wrapped around my throat. He squeezed and pulled me out of the car. I felt the stir of the air and another pair of hands on me. I hissed.
“Holy shit,” said Trynnadon.
“Yeah, you could say that again,” said Avery. I tensed and pulled out of Avery’s embrace. He cursed. I pushed him to the ground. Before I could do anything else, Trynnadon pulled me away from him. I spun around and struck. I growled as the warm sweet blood filled my mouth. Trynnadon screamed and screamed as I continue to feed from him.
“Avery, what the fuck are you doing? Get your god forsaken brother off me,” he gasped. I held on even tighter as Avery attempted to pull me off of Trynnadon. I groaned as I felt a sharp pain of the taser. It was growing worse second by second. Then Avery hit me with a mental blast. I jerked, releasing Trynnadon. He shoved me off of him. Still screaming in pain, he clumsily got up and would have fallen if Avery didn’t catch him. I, on the other hand was silently screaming.
“Tryn, go feed on one of your humans. That’s the only way to get rid of the pain,” said Avery. “I got him.” My vision dimmed and blurred. “Damn, brother, you looked hungry as fuck. Here’s the deal, I’ll let you go only if you promise not to jump me.” I snarled. “You won’t get any more blood then. You know, I can keep you under my mental hold as long as it takes.”
“We can put him in the isolation room.” Avery turned his head to see who it was. “You don’t have to put him through all that. He won’t be able to get out.”
“You sure about that?”
“Yes.”
“What is your name?”
“Scarlet.”
“Ah, I remember you now.” He turned back to me. “What you say, isolation room or my painful mental hold?” I take isolation room any fucking day. Damn, I was so out of it. “I prefer that too.” He jerked me up and led me inside, through a second door, down the hall, and into a bare room with white walls, floor, and ceiling. My brother sniffed the air and then shoved me inside, my hands out to stop my fall. He finally let me go. My hold body tingled. I sniffed the air. There was no human scent in here. I turned to face the door. Avery was standing in the doorway, blocking me from Scarlett who was eyeing me with fear in her eyes. I smiled at her, and she whimpered. I watched as she reached in her pocket and pulled out a stun gun and point it at me. I blinked.
“Sixteen hundred,” she said, and she fired, hitting me in the upper arm. I hissed and fell onto my side.
“No more,” my brother said as she was about to put another in me. The tranquilizers were rapidly spreading throughout my whole body. I smiled in amusement. This dosage was more effective, but I wasn’t going to let anybody know that for the time being. “Run along, I’ll take it from here.” He stepped in and was about to close the door until he noticed that there was no doorknob. He closed it as much as he could without actually closing it. He stared down at me. He kicked me onto my back and sat on the floor beside me. “How long will it take for this one to wear off?” he asked. No idea, I mentally snarled at him. “You owe me one,” he said and he struck his wrist and put it to my mouth. It was a few seconds later that I could feel my strength and the rest coming back to alertness. I groaned and buried my fangs into his semi-healed wrist. A minute or so later, he cursed and glared at me. “Enough,” he hissed and pulled his wrist away, tearing it open even more. He licked it closed and got up. “You’re good?”
“Yes,” I said, sighing heavily. He nodded and opened the door. He reached down and pulled me up. Once I was able to stand on my own, he let me go. “Go ahead,” I said. “I promise not to bleed anyone.”“I totally don’t trust you,” he said. He narrowed his eyes and stepped through the door and I followed. We walked outside and stop at the closed gate. “You need help, you just blast me, I’ll scream in pain and come running.” I smiled coldly. “I know how you work,” he muttered and open the gate, and disappeared.
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Chapter Two Insight
A cool breeze blew in my direction and carried within that breeze, was the scent of another vampire. I sniff and leaped onto a rooftop of a building. Down below me, about a hundred feet were a crowd of people. I had no idea why they were out this late, but that’s Los Angeles. Nobody cared who’s out walking and whose not, whose predator, or who’s pray. I inhaled deeply and let out a growl. People below looked around as they felt my eerie presence. I continued to survey the ground below as the crowd thinned out. It wasn’t long for it to clear out. A hooded figure stepped out of the shadows, and my eyes automatically locked on her every movement as she scanned the street. Silently, I jumped to the ground and moved behind her and followed. She led me down an alley, crossing a busy street, and finally to a house. I held back as she stepped to the door and opened it. She froze and turned around slowly, very slowly as she realized she wasn’t alone. Before she could see me, I slipped further into the shadows. She stood there for a minute or two and then she turned back around and went inside. In a blur, I slipped inside and passed her. She froze and looked around. Her fear was increasing by the second. It tasted like acid in my mouth. She sighed and closed the door. She yanked off her hood and growled. I smiled as she passed where I was hiding and down the hall. I followed her into a room. The bedroom was blue with a twin size bed and a nightstand, and the walls were covered with posters. I mentally let the door close and she spun around as the lock clicked into place. She gasped and fell onto the bed, her pitch black eyes spinning wildly. I watched her intently as she pulled her phone and texted someone. She slowly put the phone back in her pocket. She cringed and backed up as I slowly move toward her. When she couldn’t go any further, she whimpered. She gulped and breathed in and out slowly. I stopped once the bed prevented me from going any closer. “I know you,” she gasped.
“I’m not surprise to hear that,” I whispered.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Don’t kill me.”
“Now, what made you think I would do such a thing,” I hissed.
“I…” She screamed as I grabbed her leg and pulled her off the bed. She kicked herself free and in a blur, got to her feet and flashed to the door. She tried to open it, but I held the door shut. “Please, you have to hear me out,” she pleaded.
“You know how many times I’ve heard that?”
“No, I know, but you have to listen.”
“Why?”
“I’m not with them anymore.”
“I’ve heard that a million times too,” I growled. I let go of my mental hold and let her open the door. Once the door was opened, she made a run for it. I was on her every move. She threw the front door opened and ran out into the night. The wind whipped against my face as I chased her down the streets. She leaped onto the rooftop, jumping on one after another. She drop to the ground and made her way into an opened field. I snarled and leaped into the air and knocked her forward and in the next second, I was on her, pinning her to the ground. She screamed as I penetrated her mind. She slammed down on her thoughts, breaking my hold on her. “You doing that, means you’re hiding something,” I hissed. I slipped into her mind again and broke down her shield with a little effort, and she shrieked.
“Tristan, stop.” I froze and my mental hold almost slipped at the sound of that very familiar voice. “Wait.” The air stirred, forcing me to look up. Another vampire stood over us, and this particular one is a vampire I knew too well. “You trust me, don’t you?” I stared at her for a very long time. “Let her go, we can explain.” I blinked as I registered the still screaming vampire under me. “Please? She’s not like the others.” I licked my lips and blew out a sharp breath. “Release her, and I’ll explain. I was there when you took down Dev.” I blinked again. She was? “I was.” I growled and leapt off the one I was holding. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Counting down in my head, I gently let her go. “Thank you,” she breathed.
“Taylor,” I whispered.
“Brother,” she breathed, and in lightning speed, she threw herself at me. I caught her in an embrace. We didn’t let go for a long time. When she pulled herself away, she turned back to the vampire on the ground. “Tristan, this is Loria, Loria, this is my brother, Tristan.”
“You’re related?” she spluttered. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was afraid you were going to turn me in.”
“Taylor, I would never do that. You know that, and why didn’t you dig around in my head to see the truth?”
“I wasn’t sure I wanted to see all the things you’ve done all these years.”
“Even after you saved me?”
“Yeah, even after I saved you.” I frowned at my sister. What the hell were they talking about? She shook her head. “I’ll tell you later.” She walked over to Loria and helped her up. “Let’s go for a long drive. We have a lot of catching up to do, you and I.” I smiled.
“Indeed, we do,” I said, and pulling out my phone, I texted Avery. My phone wasn’t even back in my pocket when he fired a text back. I laughed softly and texted him our location. A few seconds later, he appeared out of thin air. Loria gave out a small scream, and the hunger within me grew. I took a deep breath and cursed. That was also the wrong move to make. Blood clouded all my senses for a few seconds. My brother’s hand came down on my shoulder, tightening his grip, his fingers dug painfully in me, clearing my head. When I could think again, I saw him gripping Taylor tightly on the arm. She closed her eyes and shook her head, and pulled away from him. I blinked as I realize we were surrounded by humans, six of them to be exact. I looked over at Loria who was mouthing sorry over and over again. I return my attention back to the humans. They were looking at Loria. Without knowing I was doing it, I slipped into their minds. I cursed and pulled out quickly. I reached out and grabbed Taylor and pull her to me. “Undercover,” I whispered, so low that none of the humans could hear.
“They’re also spies,” she whispered. I automatically slipped back into their minds, and she was right. They were spies for The Desecrators. I watched as she turned to one of the humans. “What are you doing here?” she asked.
“Why are you hanging out with these two?” he asked, gesturing to me and Avery.
“I’m not here to hang with them. I’m here to kill them,” she said sweetly to him.
“Then do it.”
“I will.” She turned back to face me. I stood there, waiting for her to knock me out or something. Instead, she reached in her pocket and slowly pulled… In a split second, she spun around and leaped into the air, lifting the human she was talking with and snapped his neck, dropping his lifeless body to the ground. I grabbed the one next to me and snapped his neck, throwing him away from me. I hissed as I felt a stabbing pain in my back and it grew as the stake went out the front. Before I fell to the ground, I grabbed another one and baring my fangs, I ripped his throat open and blood flew in all direction. I screamed as I made impact with the ground. “No, Tristan!” My vision winked in and out of focus, and I was paralyzed by that fucking stake. Blood rained down on me as I lay there, choking on my own blood. The blackness of my conscious was threatening to take me over. As the last human was dispatched in one quick swift move, Loria was standing over me, looking down with terror and concern in her eyes. “Out of the way,” my sister hissed, and the next thing I knew, I was lifted in the air and we were moving, faster than ever. I swear I wanted to die at that moment. What a good place to die, in your sister’s arms, no place better. When we reached the gate, Avery flashed in front of her. “What?” she growled.
“If you hit that gate, the alarm will sound, and it will drop all our asses to the ground,” he hissed. “And trust me. You don’t want to hear it. It hurts like a fucking bitch.”
“Then how the fuck do we fucking get in?” she snarled. Woo, go Taylor.
“Look up,” he said, pointing to the camera. A second later, a beep sounded, and I heard an alarm. It was going off inside. “Looks like help is coming,” he growled and pulled the gate opened. She stepped through and looked back at Loria.
“Look at the camera,” she said. She didn’t wait to see or hear if the beep sounded or not. She flashed to the door and it flew open.
“Holy shit,” Trynnadon growled and he went paler if possible. “Follow me.” I, however, was weakening by the second from trying to stay conscious. I closed my eyes and let him lead the way and let the pain have its way with me. “In here.” I felt Taylor putting me on the bed, with me on my side. I was silently screaming in pain. Maybe I wasn’t, maybe I was screaming for the whole god damn world to hear. “You want me to do it?”
“I’ll do it, you hold him down.” I coughed up blood as I realize what they were going to do. “Quick,” she hissed. I forced my eyes opened, painful as it was, and coughed up more blood as Trynnadon held me down. Oh, someone please kill me. In blinding speed, she grabbed the end of the stake and pulled. I screamed and screamed. She pulled again and someone else was pushing. “Sorry, I’m sorry,” she whimpered. She braced herself and gave one final hard agonizing fucking pull and it was out. Blood, was, everywhere. I gasped and would have fallen to the floor if she didn’t flash over and stop me. Trynnadon got off of me just as the stake came out. “I’m sorry,” she said again. I screamed again and this time, I could hear it echoing off the walls. “I had you silenced,” she whispered. I nodded stiffly.
“How fast do you three heal?” Trynnadon asked. “Faster than the rest of us?” Taylor nodded. “You know, I’m going to bite one of you one of these days.” He huffed. “Unfair, you know.”
“Yeah, but being from this bloodline also has its disadvantages.”
“Tell me about it,” he muttered. The door opened and Jenkins stepped through the doorway. I snarled as the scent of hemoglobin smacked me upside the head. Lucky bastard he was, because I couldn’t fly across the room and rip him to shreds. “The hell took you so long?” Trynnadon growled at him.
“I had to—“
“Shut up and get working.” Jenkins stared at me intently. “He’s in no position to rip your throat out, doc. At this state, he is as still as he can be.” Through all the pain, I managed to bare my fangs at him as he got closer.
“Don’t,” Avery whispered in my ear. He touched my cheek and turned my head to look at him. I hissed, damn that was painful too. “Sorry.” I heard Jenkins cursed and snapping on gloves. In my peripheral vision, I saw Taylor giving him a questioning look.
“Sorry, it's protocol, and besides I’m use to it.” She nodded and slowly took her hands off of me. She came around and stood next to Avery. Jenkins stared at me in amusement. “I never saw so much blood in my life.”
“That’s because no humans can bleed out that much and remain alive,” Trynnadon drawled from his post by the opened door.
“True.”
I heard him going into another room. Avery shook his head and moved out of my sight. I groaned as I turned my head to watch what Jenkins was doing. He came out pulling a cart filled with blood bags and an IV pole. I couldn’t help it. I painfully jerked up and gave an animalistic growl. Two hands shot out and rested on my shoulders. Jenkins continued towards me and stopped at the side of the bed. He lifted me into a sitting position and slowly cut off my shirt, and then he took out a wad of gauze and applied it to the gaping hole in my back and chest. I watched hungrily as he hooked a bag onto the pole and reached down and inserted the tube in my inner arm. Avery and Taylor gently laid me back down, their hands still on my shoulders. Jenkins went into another room and came out with a machine of some sort. I had no idea what it was called. It was probably another one of Wesley’s inventions. He opened the top of the machine and started to rip opened bags after bags of blood and dumping it in the machine. Once it was full, he closed it and wheeled it over to the bed. Trynnadon walked over and took the extension cord and plugged it in to the wall. Apparently he already saw how this was done. Jenkins took the big ass tube from another part of the machine and hooked it up and then he turned to me, the other end of the tube in his hand. He looked at Trynnadon who came over and lifted my head, holding it in an unbreakable hold. Jenkins slowly drew the tube towards me, into my mouth and god help him, down my throat which contracted violently. Trynnadon let me go, and I snapped at Jenkins hands in which he pulled back quickly before my fangs can make contact. He reached over and flipped the switch on the machine which started to pump blood in me. Ah, so that’s how they did it that one time when I was unconscious.
“Trynnadon, this is my sister as you already know. Taylor, this is Trynnadon,” said Avery. He nodded to her.
“You want to come with me, I’ll introduce you to the rest,” he said. She nodded and then looked at me.
“I’ll stay with him,” Avery whispered. She nodded again and left the room. I watched as Jenkins quickly wrote something down. It was probably my prognosis for all I know. “How you doing?” he asked me. I glared at him. He chuckled. “If you can kill me with your look, you’re probably doing remarkably well.” I growled at him which didn’t come out as I wanted it to, because of the damn tube. “Ease up there, no harm done.” He looked down at the gauze covering my wound, and then he slowly peeled it off. It was already healed. Jenkins shifted nervously as Avery lifted me to a sitting position and check the one on my back. “Do me a huge favor and retract your fangs.” I rolled my eyes at him. Me, retracting my fangs? Not likely. Avery sighed and glance to Jenkins. “You’re the doc, so turn off that machine and come over here and remove this,” he said, tugging on the tube. The pain went away almost instantly when blood began to pour into me. I was already healing the second I got staked, but the blood sped up the healing process like lightning, and if Avery didn’t change his mind and leave this tube in me for an hour or so, Jenkins better make a mad run for the door. I watched as the oh-so-brave doctor came over and slowly pulled the tube out. My stomach clenched in protest the moment he shut off the machine. Once the tube was out, in a flash I was on him, knocking him to the blood coated floor. “Don’t,” Avery snarled, and in a flash his hands were there, forcing my jaw shut and locking it in place. In one quick move, he grabbed for my throat and squeezed, lifting me into the air and threw me across the room, and holding me against the wall. “Get out. Now.” Jenkins staggered to his feet and out the door. I growled and laughed.
“I give him props for not screaming,” I hissed. “Now, let me go.” I hit the floor as Avery released his mental hold on me. I slowly got up and walked into the bathroom. I slammed the door shut with a little unnecessary force and the doorframe shook for a second. I glared at myself in the mirror. I wanted to shatter it, but… I held myself in check. I turned to the closet and pulled it opened. There were shelves after shelves filled with towels and some weird medical equipment. I pulled out one of the towels and threw it on the toilet. I closed the closet door and remove the rest of my clothes, and stepped into the shower. Turning on the shower, I watched as the pink water swirled down the drain. I heard the door opened and a bag being tossed on top of the towel. The door closed more gently this time. Taking the sweet ass scented soap; I started the lovely task of cleaning myself up. Once I was done, I shut off the water, got out, toweled off, and dressed quickly. I toss the bag into the trashcan and open the door. I carefully made my way around the pool of blood to stand in front of my brother who was standing in the doorway. “Move,” I growled. I really needed to get out of the damn infirmary. He moved out of my way as I flashed pass him. He followed me outside and we stood there, not saying anything as I hiss and growled at the air.
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Chapter Three Dark Memories
LORIA
I paced the small confine room as my stomach churned over and over with fear. The room was like a prison cell, no windows, and dimmed lighting overhead. I looked towards the door. There was no way I was getting out. There was no doorknob to be seen. The walls were grey and the floor was black. One way in and no way out. I grumbled and leaned against the wall. I was brought here after the camera allowed me entrance through the gate. I ran my fingers through my messy blond hair, trying to even it out. My head was still pounding painfully. It felt like it was going to explode any moment. Massive headache, massive. I slowly slid to the floor and pressed my back against the wall, eyeing the door. I stiffened as I felt a strong presence behind the door and hearing the key being inserted. It slowly opened and Taylor was standing there, looking down at me. She was tall, same height as her brothers, probably around 6’6 with shoulder length blond hair, and very pale with hunger filled eyes. She was always hungry. I don’t think I ever seen a hint of red in those black eyes of hers. I slowly stood up and eyed her wearily. She cleared her throat. “Um, follow me.” I followed her out into a hallway. We turn left and up the stairs and through a door. We entered a wide opened space. The door closed behind me and locked itself. I watched as the two outer doors slammed shut. She turned to face me. She sighed. “You’re not cleared of aiding the Desecraters.”
“But—“
“I know, I know,” she said, cutting me off. The door in front of me opened and Tristan came out. “My brother would like to have a word with you,” she said and stepped aside. I winced as his energy washed over me. He was tall, very pale, very muscular, and he showed no emotions, and he had a military haircut, nice. I instinctively backed up against the door behind me as he closed in. He was tensed up and his eyes bored into me. I squirmed and hugged myself tightly. I glanced over at Taylor. She was just standing there, watching the both of us intently. Tristan stopped a foot or so away from me.
“So,” he said, his voice was low, a little raspy, and airy. I shivered. “Tell me… how you came to be here…?”
“I—I came along with Taylor.”
“How long have you been with my sister…?”
“We’ve been travelling together for three years,” I whispered. I was not taking any chances of having my voice cracking and then be under even more suspicions.
“And I’m assuming that’s wear your rescue story began, three years ago.” I nodded. “I see…” I blinked as everything went blurry all of a sudden. I tried to move my hand, but I couldn’t. I tried to turn my head away. I couldn’t do that either, then I felt exposed and out of body. What the hell? Why the hell can I do anything? I tried to take my eyes from Tristan, but couldn’t. “Would you have turn in my sister, if she told you who she really was?”
“I didn’t even think about using that,” said Taylor. “Where have I been all these time?” She sighed and started muttering rapidly under her breath. Tristan laughed. “No worries, you’re still here.”
“Right,” she said and went back to being silent.
“Would you?” I felt a slight touch in my head.
“No, I would never do such a thing.” I winced. I sounded like a fucking robot. I blinked as my vision cleared and I was back in my own body.
“Good, if you said yes, you would be begging me for your life.” I gulped. I can’t imagine how painful that would be. I thought the Desecraters were something, but fucking with the Tronis’s? I think I’ll pass on that, thank you very much. “How long have you been with this sacrificing bunch of fuckers?”
“A year.”
“Hmm…”
“Please don’t make me tell you what happen,” I said.
“Give me access to your most private thoughts,” he whispered.
I winced. “Do I have to?”
“You don’t have any choice…”
“But.”
“Is there something you don’t want me to know?”
“Loria, let him in, you’re still hurting from earlier,” said Taylor. “I don’t think you want him to force your mind wide open again. You’ll be unconscious for days, trust me, you don’t want another round of mind blasting at the state you’re in.”
I sighed. “Okay, fine.” I let down my guard slowly. Ugh, I felt very exposed now. I shook my head as the pain suddenly went away. The hell? No wonder they remained a mystery all these times. Suddenly, there was a great pressure pressing down on me or my head to be exact. I gasped as the room vanished and colors and images flooded in my mind. Fire… smoke… stakes… pain… fangs… blood… pokers… knives… screams… babies… more blood… then the images were gone, and I was screaming and trying to break free.
“Loria, snap out of it. You’re not there. You. Are. Not. There. Anymore.” I kept on screaming, and screaming, and screaming, and then I felt a warm sensation creeping over me. A wash of calm crashed into me and I stopped screaming and gasped for air, and I realized that I wasn’t up against the door anymore. I was between Taylor and Tristan, my face pressed against his chest. I pulled my head away.
“Oh my god, I am so fucking embarrassed,” I spluttered. I blinked another tear away. “I’ve ruined your shirt,” I said, blushing. Fuck, talk about pissing yourself to death. “I’m okay,” I said. “Really.” Taylor and Tristan let go of me and stepped away slowly. Taylor came around to stand in front of me. I wiped my tears away and looked up and took a step back. Both of their eyes were filled with hatred. I wouldn’t be surprised if they can kill you just by looking at you. Taylor shook her head and pressed her hands to her temples and closed her eyes. I could feel both of their energy beating against me like massive waves, and I would have ran, if they weren’t holding me in a state of calmness.
“Why didn’t anyone else come out when they heard me screaming?” I asked.
“Soundproof walls,” Taylor growled. I nodded. “I’m so sorry, Lori.”
I shook my head. “It’s okay.”
“If I knew what they’ve done to you… I would’ve given them a more painful death,” she snarled, and disappeared in a whirlwind of freezing air.
Tristan put a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “Don’t worry about her. She’ll be okay,” he said as I was about to go after her. I sighed and relaxed. “She just needs some time alone.”
“Are you going to bite me, like she did?”
“What make you think I would do that?”
“She says no matter where I go. She would be able to find me. I guess she was able to tell that I was in trouble too. Just a couple of hours before you found me; I almost got snatched by one of them.” He growled low in his throat. I shivered. I took a deep breath and continued on. “She killed one of them, the other one ran off.”
“I will,” he sighed. “You’re not going to fight me, are you?” I groaned. The bite hurts like a bitch, and I really didn’t want to experience it again. He inclined his head. “It will hurt for only a minute or so. I think you can handle it.” He smiled evilly and in a blur, I was on the floor and the sharp tips of his fangs were at my throat. I shuddered. He didn’t even bite me yet, and here I am, feeling like I was dying. He licked me, and I jerked involuntarily. He chuckled. I gasped as he pricked the skin, and a trickle of blood came out. He licked the blood away and sighed in pleasure. I blew out a sharp breath and closed my eyes. Bracing myself, I took a deep breath and held it, and then Tristan sank his fangs deep into me. I gasped. A scream was building up inside me. I gritted my teeth as my blood grew hot and hotter. For a second time ever, I felt an electric charge. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to scream bloody murder. He finally withdrew his fangs, and I let go all the breath I was holding, and my hand automatically went up to my neck, finding two tiny holes and a drop of blood clinging onto my finger. I moved my hand away and got up. I licked the blood from my finger. In a flash, Tristan was in front of me. He leaned in and licked away the rest of the blood. “Delicious,” he whispered, and moved away from me. He moved to the door that led outside. “Be in the meeting room in half an hour. You know where that is?” I shook my head. “Go through the door,” he said, pointing to the door that led into the main parts of the house. “Go up the stair and it’s the door in front of you. The sign reads safe room or something like that.” I nodded and walked towards the door. Opening it, I stepped inside, closing the door behind me.
Tristan
I was still standing by the door that led outside long after Loria went inside. I sighed and growled. I threw opened the two outer doors and flashed outside, wincing as the sun stabbed me in the eyeballs. I snarled and pulled out my sunglasses and slipped it on. Now, where did my lovely sister gone to? I took in a lung full of fresh air and let it out slowly. Inhaling her scent, I walked through the opened gate. Open, why was the gate open? Hmm, interesting. I glanced back to see Holly running out of breath to close the gate. I shot her the 'I didn’t do it look, and with a great speed, I flew into the sky. A loud thunder sounded, and it almost, almost sent me catapulting out of the sky and plummeting a thousand feet to the ground. I cursed and gritted my teeth. My ears were pounding like a bitch. I gathered myself and continued on. It wasn’t long before I came upon a scene. I dropped closer to the ground and watched my sister and a hooded figure having a snarling match. Get your ass to the ground, she hissed in my head. I’m planning to drag this asshole back and torturing him to death. I landed silently behind the hooded figure. He was too busy to notice anything. His name is Jace. I tapped him on the shoulder. He spun around and froze. God, I wanted to laugh my ass off, but… I didn’t.
“Jace, meet my brother,” Taylor said, sweetly, although it took all her efforts not to snarl. “He’s more the… die where you stand type.”
I smiled. “Remove your hood,” I said with a little growl. Oops, I need to work on that, need to play nice first. He fumbled to find the edge of the hood and pulled it off. I narrowed my eyes, and I could feel it heating up. He gulped and stepped back, right into my sister. She snarled and shoved him and I stepped back, watching him stopping his fall before he went head first to the ground. He scrambled to his feet and looked between the two of us. Taylor glared at him. “Let’s take this to a more private place,” I hissed and in a flash I grabbed the stunned vampire and my sister and teleported back to where I was earlier, in a wide opened area. Once we were there, Taylor pulled away and stood guard at the door. Too bad the alarm didn’t go off. Otherwise the asshole I threw across the room would have a good escape. Okay, maybe not. “Jace,” I drawled. “It’s nice to see you again.” He winced. “Yes, I have been watching you,” I said, licking my lower lip. “From a distance of course.”
“What do you want?” he said, getting up and moving as far as the room would allow.
I gave him a thoughtful look. “Hmm, I don’t know, Jace… How about you tell me what you are doing here, and don’t you dare lie to me, because I’ll have your head before you can say another word.” I watched as he gulped in air and turn to look anywhere but at me. The door opened and Loria stepped out. She took one look at Jace and smiled. Avery was behind her. He closed the door and walked over to where I was.
“So… it was you that ran off,” Loria said and went over to him. “You did always have a way out of things.”
“So it was you that did all this,” Jace snarled.
“Me? Telling these three?” she said, looking back at Taylor, Avery, and me. “Hardly, I didn’t tell them who you were; I just said that one ran off.”
“Are we having a standoff here?” Trynnadon asked as the door opened and he came out. “I don’t like being left out, you know.” I growled and in a split second, I was beside Jace, pulling him into a tight embrace. “Hey, wait—" I hissed, shutting him up instantly. Loria squeaked and backed away. I snarled as my vision turned red, blood… red.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Loria get yourself over here now,” Avery growled.
“What?”
“He’s blood lusting. Now if you don’t get over here, he’ll drain you dry.” Right, yep, that would be me. I groaned and shoved Jace away from me, perhaps a little too hard, because the whole room was filled with the scent of blood. I snarled. Think about something else, but before I can separate my thinking process, a stabbing pain took over, and I went down on all fours. The air was suddenly very hard to breathe in. I couldn’t hear anything, but the pounding hearts all around. I growled and the pain in my head grew worse. I got up and stalked over to Jace, and his fear was hitting me in waves. He screamed and it took all the efforts in me to not jump him. I hissed and he backed against the wall. I could feel the others standing far behind me, tensed and ready to separate my head from my body. Well, at least that’s what it felt like. I grabbed his shoulders and gripped it hard. He stiffened. I put my fangs to his throat and he screamed. I swear I could feel my ears bleed.
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