Tudor Rose [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 9 - Fangs

Bastian backed away from the action, as he had not earned any special abilities as a vampire. Purebloods who hadn’t earned their fangs were as good as humans except for accelerated healing abilities and superior capacities for intelligence and physical performance. The Russian twins cornered the vampire against the lamppost she stood under. It was a woman. She had blonde hair and wore a white, blood stained dress. Her hair was bloodstained as well and her face was dripping with the red liquid. The sight was horrifying and pathetic at the same time. She hissed at the twins as they approached her.

Bastian found it hard to believe this was the vampire that had been so hard for the vampire hunters to find. She seemed just like any reckless vampire. He thought that until she sprung at Dmitri like a cat. She was fast and already had her talons and fangs ripping at Dmitri’s flesh. Xenia kicked the vampire off of her brother and sent the beast sprawling through the air, but she landed on her feet and crouched, whining like an animal. The ability of the Romanovs was the manipulation of ice and snow and Xenia, with a flick of his wrist, sent a trail of jagged ice spikes after the vampire. The wretch was too fast and ran successfully from the ice that was intended to impale her.

The vampire noticed Bastian now, and his blood that was ripe for the taking. She charged at him and he would have been defenseless had a silver spear not gone spiraling through the girls chest, skewering her to the ground. The lance must have been tipped with wood as the vampire exploded into a mess of blood on the cobbled pavement. Bastian looked up at the rooftop the spear must have come from to see two vampire hunters standing there. They were dressed in the black robes of priests, but one of them held a deadly weapon similar to what was just thrown through the breast of the dead vampire.

Bastian went to Dmitri, who had already healed and was sitting up now, looking angry. Bastian knew his friend had never wanted to come out on this hunt. He simply followed Xenia and Bastian wherever they went, and they simply followed Adali. He knelt and patted Dmitri’s shoulder.

Almost suddenly and with no warning, a net had been cast over the three of them. The Romanov twins were screaming and writhing in pain. The net was made of silver. Although the silver had no effect on him, the net was too heavy for Bastian to remove. He tried to lift it from the searing flesh of his friends. The vampire hunters came now. One of them was older and grey, the one who’d thrown his spear. The other was younger. He looked strong and was the one to force them into the black carriage that came. He noticed Bastian was not being affected so he tied rope around his wrists and legs. Both hunters sat outside the coach and left the three purebloods alone. The twins were suffering too badly to speak, so Bastian decided he had to do something. He looked around for something he could cut the rope with but there was nothing, and he could hardly see in the darkness. He thought maybe Michael would find and rescue them in time, but then he realized if Michael was going to come he would have been there already.

Bastian took a deep breath. This required no more effort than winning a game of chess in four moves. He hadn’t earned the super strength of a vampire but he was strong. He thought it was possible he could somehow free his hands from the rope and he began to twist them against the course fiber. It was excruciatingly painful and his wrists began to bleed but he thought he was making progress so he continued. He continued until he was moaning in frustration and pain. Blood dripped from his hands and stained the rope crimson.

At that moment his senses seemed to brighten tenfold. Suddenly the world was in slow motion. There was nothing he could not see or hear. He could hear the heart beats of every living thing around him, pumping their blood through their filthy bodies. He could smell their blood, and he wanted it. He wanted it desperately. The ropes on his wrists came apart like string and he lunged through the fabric covering the carriage, grabbing the first body he saw. He wrapped his hand around the human’s head, inserting his fingers into its mouth, and tore up, ripping the top half of the skull from the bottom. The human next to him screamed and the horses lost control, but before even another second had passed, Bastian had sunk his fangs into that human’s neck and ripped the jugular away with his teeth. The horses reared up abruptly and the carriage tipped. Bastian feasted on the humans he killed until he felt hands on him, the hands of the twins. The carriage falling had relieved them of the silver net and they were trying to hold him back. He realized what he was doing and quickly backed away. He looked at his hands, which were covered in blood, and lifted them to his mouth to feel the new fangs that had emerged.