Crimson Heir

Chapter Fourteen

Klein

"Each road is being watched within the vicinity. The King has already ordered men along the roads that surround the area. Now we're losing almost a dozen a night."

I set my burned out cigarette in the ashtray and started cracking my knuckles.

"No one will talk to us or answer any of us, they obviously won't reason," Wes continued.

I slammed the table and every one of my men flinched, "They want Reav's fucking blood. They want the one thing I will not hand over. I can't hand it over." I smoothed out my shirt as I sat back, slicking my peppered hair back from my eyes.

"It's not worth the fight. The Elders were sighted leaving the tunnels. They'll start a war and wipe out the entire brotherhood," Wes added. Which I already knew would happen if I broke the promise.

Wes' second in charge stood up to toss some photos in the middle of the table and pointed towards one that was of Anaya with a female maid through a window. My eyes widened as I leaned forward.

"Where'd you get that?" I glanced at the man.

"I got close enough. This was a few days ago. That maid is in our system," he stated. He tossed a vanilla folder and flipped it open to a woman. "Widowed Priscilla Zion Blair, daughter of Aleksander Helsing. She is always guarding Anastasia. She was captured by our men about six decades ago and was questioned for assassinating one of the bases down in Fardon."

I grabbed the folder and flipped through it myself, looking at the images of decapitated men with our uniforms in a stack. I threw it back into the center of the table, "Of course they'd get all the children to protect her. This is so ridiculous. That bastard won't get what he wants, she can't shift."

Another man stood up, his name was Dean. The only one who knew the most about these creatures and was raised by them. He was very broad and strong, the best man for combat but he was in charge of our defense systems. "To be fair, she can. She still has 6 more months to shift before the awakening ends. Even if she somehow shifted once, she will be stronger than any two of us in here."

I flicked my hand up and raised my eyebrows, "She will not." I eased and sat upright. "I have made sure she can't. I didn't spend nine years poisoning her with most, if not every meal with wolfsbane."

Dean sighed and sat back down as well as Wes' secondhand man. I reached to the table to grab the pack of cigarettes to light the second one, watching if anyone else had a better idea before we resulted in the worst plan.

"If we have to hand Reav's blood over, it goes directly to the King. He wants nothing to do with us. He's likely doing this to ensure it never happens again. Once we get Anastasia back, immediately we all head out from Bargonia to Pessia. The properties of Lririe is in her bones and we will finally be able to take out the rest of the vampires in Bargonia."

If Helsing plays his cards right, this petty war will be over with. We don't have to worry about any new heirs, no more powerful hybrids, and the brotherhood will be on better grounds with the King.

Wes looked over to me with his soft blue eyes, "How will we get Reav's blood back. Don't we need that to finalize the spell?"

Shaking my head, I dragged a long inhale to feel that numb sizzle, "No. Her blood will do. Reav's blood was always a secondary plan." I exhaled the smoke away from the table and aimed my hand at Wes with the cigarette, "A vial compared to a whole person is outstanding."

I sat back and turned to the side, kicking my legs up, crossed. Breathing in deep, I looked at the wall that had pictures of various men involved with the King and the Elders. Red strings and white strings connecting them to evidence, people, and dead bodies. In the center was Aleks with a bloody red 'x' over his face. Next would be Anaya.

I just have to sacrifice a small price of a lie.