The Wicked Ones: Destiny of a Vampire

The fight

From a narrative point of view

Keira walked through the crowded street, drawing curious glances and hurried retreats from the people around her. She paused and peered into her reflection in a shop window. Her eyes were now as black as night, and her fangs gleamed ominously at the corners of her lips.

She caught a sweet scent drifting from the shop and went inside. A young girl, perhaps fifteen, greeted her but quickly began to step back in fear. Keira licked her fangs, then, without hesitation, grabbed the girl and sank her sharp fangs into her neck. After draining most of the girl's blood, she released her limp body onto the floor. She felt euphoric when the taste of blood slid down her throat. It was so unusual that the fresh human blood didn't gross Keira out anymore, and she truly enjoyed it.

Keira wandered, trusting her intuition, guiding her until she exited the city limits and arrived at a grand country mansion. Scaling the fence she made her way to the main entrance.

At the entrance, four guards blocked her path. Dressed in black with matching shoulder-length, dark brown hair, and cloaks, their magical aura revealed them to be Inquisitors. She knew that within the mansion, there were at least a few hundred more waiting.

"You got lost?" one of them asked, stepping closer.

"No, I came where I was supposed to,"

With a flick of her hand, Keira unleashed a wave of telekinetic force, slamming them all into the wall with a thud. She barely blinked, and it didn't surprise her at all that she could wield the same ability as Arius.

She entered the mansion and made her way directly to the main hall. The interior was stunning, adorned with gold details, and even more luxurious than the hotel. Pushing open the large main door, she stepped inside. The hall featured a grand round table surrounded by six chairs, each occupied by an individual—three men and three women. As she entered, everyone turned their gaze toward her and immediately rose to their feet.

Some guards came up behind Keira, and  even more Inquisitors were coming from the front door. Soon, the chamber became surrounded.

A smile crept across Keira's face as she imagined how she would take them all down.

"Keira Ditka," the man at the head of the table said, rising and spreading his arms.

Ezekiel gazed at Keira suspiciously. She was a mage, and her instincts had brought her here, sensing a threat to her life. Mages often picked up on Ezekiel's magic and came to him when they were in danger. Ezekiel hadn't expected her to show up tonight. A slow, sinister smirk curled his lips as he thought that finally, they would gather her magic, and with it, gain the power to rule the earth. 

What Ezekiel failed to realize was just how dangerous and powerful Keira truly was. He underestimated her, believing they could prevent her from completing whatever she planned to do.

"Welcome." He greeted her. "I wondered when you were going to show up."

Keira stood silently, glaring at Ezekiel with her arms crossed over her chest. She felt no fear, Instead, she wondered why her intuition had led her to the Inquisitors. Was it a sign that she should surrender or  to begin the ritual?

"I hope you have come to surrender yourself," Ezekiel said, starting to walk toward Keira. "It's a pity that the one meant to lead our clan has become our worst enemy."

"I didn't come here to surrender or to die. Leave the vampires alone, or you will regret it if you decide otherwise." 

Keira still offered them the chance to step back and let the vampires live in peace. But after hearing her words, Ezekiel and the rest of the Inquisitors erupted into laughter.