Gutsy tried to muster the will to push the vamp off him. He despised vamps with every fiber of his being. The mere thought of them made his blood curl. And now there was one with the audacity to touch him, to embrace him. But he wouldn't push the vamp away, he wondered why? As he sucked his teeth in defeat.
The three continue walking out of the forest, as they make their way towards the town, the silvery-white haired vamp reaches his home on the other side of the country of Ruindale. In the capital city where royalty resides, Redmoon. His snowy face distraught as he looks at where his right hand used to be. He straightens up his disheveled suit and fixes his hair. He makes sure to cover his missing hand with his sleeve. He walks through a grand hall, floors and walls shiny like a chandelier. With paintings of vampires feasting along the wide walls. He gulps nervously before walking through the luxurious crystal doors.
He kneels down upon walking on in. A domineering man sits on a throne, staring at him with disappointment in his soulless silver eyes. Woman servants, in blood red dresses, standing on their feet on both his sides.
"Were you successful, Cacius?" He asks with an already disappointed expression.
"I'm sorry, my lord. I have failed you." Cacius says regretfully.
The tall, slender man gets up from his throne and marches over to Cacius.
"Huh!" Shatter!
Cacius is kicked into one of the stained-glass windows, he falls with the shattering glass.
"100 stage thirds, Leann's ability, element of surprise and being a pure-bred yourself. Somehow still failed to kill one vamp." He yells fiercely.
Speeding towards Cacius, he digs into Cacius's stomach with his sharp, pristine claws and twists his guts.
"Father...please." He begs.
He pulls out his hand and glares at Cacius with those soulless eyes.
"Where is Leann?"
Cacius gulps with nervousness.
"...She betrayed us. She gave him his blood and... he does have an ability father.
"You let him drink human blood and lost a useful chess piece." He yells more fiercely than before, striking his staff through Cacius's chest.
Hack! Hack! Cacius croaks up heaps of blood. One of the servants covers her face with her hands, shaking in fear. The other one, posture remaining steady. Her hazel eyes and rich, black ears listening intently.
Cacius's sleeve slips revealing his missing right hand.
"Oh my. Looks like you are the defective one."
Cacius balls his fist.
"No, it's him."
"You dare talk back to me." He says venomously.
The man's porcelain palm flows elegantly, as if he's constructing an orchestra.
"Hah, hah, hah." Cacius feels his chest tighten, forcefully losing his breath from suffocation.
He wiggles the little breath he has to say "...slay..er."
The man drops his palm slightly, allowing Cacius to breathe.
"He..has...a slayer..on his side."
His father's silver eyes pop, the hazel-eyed servant posture remains still.
"I thought I managed to eradicate all the slayer's bloodlines. Guess it's only natural I missed a few. But the ones that posed the most threat to me were the Halloways and they're long dead now."
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Gentle Fangs And Bloody Stakes
FantasíaSebastian, a vampire who tries his best to do good because he despises his kind and their vicious acts. He's isolated from everyone and everything because his kind is hated, his only reason for living is to kill the man who murdered his mother, The...
