Bound in Blood

Chapter 5: Drake the Vindicator Part 1

Drake looked at his phone as he hung it up. It had been three days since he had last seen Melanie and she still hadn't answered his calls. He assumed it was because she was pissed at him for not showing up for her dinner, but he had also tried to call her then to tell her that he was currently grounded until he was of drinking age (as his mother had put it). His bike had arrived yesterday to his house whoever Melanie got to fix it was nice enough to deliver it as well. The motorcycle had all the damage that he had done to it by laying it down repaired as well as tune up and a brand new custom paint job. It was a deep grey with orange highlights. Drake was as giddy as a girl on her first date when they wheeled it off the truck, he almost didn't recognize it at all. All he wanted to do was take it for a ride, but as soon as the thought crept into his mind he looked over his shoulder to see his mother in the door way to the garage with her arms crossed and her eyebrow cocked. He knew that look all too well, he walked over to her and begrudgingly gave her the keys.

Now day three of Melanie not responding to Drake he was worried, not whether or not she was mad at him but rather weather or not she was okay. One of the main reasons that she recruited him was for protection. He knew she had some really powerful people after her, and being out of contact for this long didn't bode well at all. But what could he do? Ever since he pulled his disappearing act his mother had been a Nazi and his house was Auschwitz. It was bothering him and he was going to have to find a way to get away just to check on her.

"Drake! It's time to go!" His mother called up the stairs. Since he had been grounded she was taking him to school every day, just to make sure he was there. That was especially embarrassing considering that everyone knew Drake had his own ride. Whatever he was going to try and do it was going to have to wait until after school because if he tried anymore shenanigans and his mother found out she would literally try to kill him.

"Coming mom!" He shouted back the base in his voice booming off the walls.

His whole ride to school was spent looking out of the passenger window with his chin rested on his fist. He and his mother hadn't spoken much since she had verbally ripped his spine out at Tony's house. He held no ill will toward his mother but he wasn't going to say anything to her to raise her ire, he knew better. They pulled up to his school and Drake attempted to make a hasty exit out of his mother's SUV, she had enough time to make out

"I'll be here at 3." Before he nodded at her and shut the door.

Since Drake had been separated from Melanie, and his super strength was gone, he felt empty inside like apart of him was missing. His reaction time was slower he was clearly weaker and he felt like he was a weakling and was feeble even though he was still an imposing figure.

As of late Drake had really enjoyed his time at school the only time he got away from his house. His time at home he spent like he was in solitary confinement. His mother had taken the internet router from his room so he could have little interaction with the outside world. But he did take the time and hit his school library for anything he could find on vampires. He found all kinds tweeny novels about fanged love stories and he was shocked to find some the bordered or erotica, but he finally stumbled upon what it was he was looking for. Old stories about the monsters that attacked in the night and drained their victims of blood. Most of these recounts Drake wrote off because none of it added up to anything he had seen so far when it came to the fanged ones. One story did stick out to him a bit about a creature that was attacking people in the back alleys of Cincinnati and was chased off by a hunter of evil well into the wilderness.

Just the day before he had convinced his mother to let him go to the public library to do some research further on the subject and he stumbled across another strange discovery. In a small town of Lynnfield Massachusetts nine miles west of Salem there was a very strange happening. In May of 1703 ten years after the Salem Witch trials there was a strange and perpetual fog that surrounded Lynnfield and a series of bloody murders in the town. People from neighboring towns would go to investigate but none would return it was this way for three months then one day everyone was gone and it was a ghost town. An investigation many decades later revealed that there were small symbols written in blood in obscure places in every home in town. The investigators believed that the symbols were ancient sorcery and witchcraft, a very dark form of it called Necromancy, and that the townsfolk were turned into mindless undead monsters. These findings were dismissed as impossible and a farce but based on what Drake encountered with Melanie on their way home from Kentucky they sounded like they simply recounted what the duo encountered in that foggy little town.

"Necromancer...?" Drake pondered out loud, and immediately felt ridiculous, the idea of a warlock that could control the dead sounded like something out of a computer game he played as a kid. He couldn't rule it out though Melanie said that she had found him via a Witch called a Seer, so he reminded himself that he had to keep an open mind with these types of things. The thought of Melanie floated through his head again. Why had she not try to contact him, was she really that pissed that he missed her dinner date? What the hell was going on with her, no contact was not like her, not for what he knew about her so far. She could just be busy with figuring out her next move but everything inside of Drake was telling him something was terribly wrong. The worst part about it was that unless he wanted to invoke the wrath of his mother that was already on a warpath, there was little he could do. He sighed and laid back on his bed with his forearm covering his eyes.

"Dammit Mel."

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"Now Melanie you need to start talking before I get really nasty." Adonis said flourishing his Kris dagger in front of her face. Melanie was strung up by her wrists so high that she could only stand on the tips of her toes with rope that was soaked in Wormwood extract, and every three hours they would inject her with more to keep her weak and in pain. To add insult to injury, she was stripped naked. "Now I hate carving up this beautiful body..." He started, while caressing and gripping her chest. "But you are leaving me no choice."

Adonis was one of the vampire elder Ranulf's top enforcers and a top tier sadist. It is said that he would capture human girls and would keep them for days feeding off them and causing them pain until they would break, then he would make them an offer either he would end their lives or he would turn them and they would be his toy for eternity. He had yet to make Melanie any offer of reprieve. He had spent the last three days slicing and hacking away at her just to hear her scream and watch her heal just to do it again seconds later. Out of the three days he had been at it he didn't ask her a single question the first two. He just beat, stabbed, and sliced at her with a cold smile on his handsome face. In this time Melanie had remained strong. She had said not a word, the only time her voice was heard was when the pain grew to be too much and she would cry out.

Adonis took the point of his Kris dagger and drew a line from her perfectly shaped jaw line down her neck, between her breasts and then down to a place no woman wants a blade near. He didn't press hard enough for the blade to break skin but she definitely felt the cold steel on her flesh. "I understand you have a high tolerance for pain, but all for that will be for not if I just start taking things from you." He said still touching her in places that he shouldn't. "A finger, a foot, a breast, a leg... I could quarter you and you would survive. So don't make me do that you beautiful gash." He ran his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath before he continued. Another psychological jab, vampires don't need to breathe. "So tell me where, is the Stone?" he asked getting so close to Melanie that their noses practically touched. She did nothing but glare at him. He grabbed her by her throat and slammed her head into the concrete wall of her basement studio turned torture chamber.

"Okay," she wheezed out. "Okay, I'll tell you." He loosened his grip on her neck. "It won't be too hard for you to find, you've been there before." She said grimacing feeling her scull healing from his last blow.

"Then, where?" He asked eyes wide and caressing her cheek with his knuckles.

"I shoved it in your whore mothers' womb!" She shot spitting a mouth full of blood in his eyes. He took a step back and wiped his face. A smile spread across his face as he stepped back forward grabbing a handful of her silky black hair. He then stabbed her in her belly repeatedly causing her to growl and swear in his face. He cared not because his eyes were rolled back in his head and his face was full of ecstasy he was loving every minute of it. After about a dozen thrusts of his blade he pushed it in to the hilt leaving it there and licked Melanie's cheek.

"I don't know about you my dear, but I'm having a ball. You moan like a whore when you're in pain." Adonis said followed by a throaty laugh. Melanie could feel the blood from her stomach begin to dry on her waist and her legs. The only thing on her mind was Drake, and why in three days he had not been to see her. She thought he would have been there two days ago, they had a dinner date, where the hell is her white knight. Melanie was far from being considered a damsel in distress, but right now she could use a little help.

Dammit Drake! I need you! She screamed in her head.