BONDED

Chapter 12

“Please don’t” Boarst knelt on the cemented ground, pleading with the man that held his wife’s neck in his hand. “Please spare us.”

“Why should I?” Draco slightly applied more pressure to woman’s neck, pushing it slightly to the left. The woman winced as tears fell down from her eyes. “Where is the boy?” Draco asked.

Boarst contemplated on how to answer. Give up the boy or lose his wife and two daughters.  The girls who were held aback by Draco’s henchmen. They silently stood in their place sobbing, with the henchmen’s daggers at their neck. They had been warned that their parents would die should they scream again. They both were held behind Boarst who was pleading on the ground for their safety.

The blonde girl that stood to his left, Tracy, looked to be taller than the red hair, Diane. They both shared their mother’s eyes right down to the fear.

As Boarst contemplated, he heard the familiar sound of teeth piercing flesh. He knew the sound all too well. He quickly looked up to see Draco’s face in Abena’s neck.

If this was any man, Boarst would think that person was feeling up his wife but this wasn’t just any man. This was Draco. A man of the night that struck fear in all his enemy. A man that was neither living nor dead. A vampire.

Boarst let out a huge cry which accompanied that of his daughters. “Please. Please. Stop. I beg of you. I will tell you about the boy.”  Boarst desperately pleaded as he hurriedly crawled on his knees to Draco who sat in front of him, but it was too late. Draco did not care.

A third henchmen that stood behind him, one that wore green stripes on her body suit garment, pulled him back as Draco finished his meal. Their cries and pleas did not slow him down. And when Draco was done, he let go of the Abena, who fell right infront of his husband. Dead.
Behind the blood oozing out of her, were two punctuated holes.

Draco watched as the man on his knees cried for his wife. He wailed and wailed, trying to shake her awake but never worked. The girls also tried to escape from the arms of their captors, the men that wore red stripes, but it was all in vain. They couldn't even get to their mother.

Draco patiently waited for Boarst to look up at him before gesturing to the henchmen that held the blonde girl to bring her over. Boarst tried to fight it but he was outnumbered and overpowered. He could take them if these were normal men but they were not. They were all well trained and also vampires. They had disabled all his vampire defenses and by the time he had realized it, it was too late. He stood no chance against them.

And even if he could scream for help, his voice could only get him so far. And that would only get his saviours killed by henchmen that surrounded his cottage. That wasn't an option either.

With Tracy in his arms, Draco looked down at Boarst as she shivered of fright.
“Papa.” was the only thing Tracy could say as she stared at her father with tears all over his face. Her sniffles had left her nose blocked and her voice had almost given out from the screaming. Her mother laid in the distance between her and her father.

“Okay, we are going to do this again.” Draco said with no remorse in his heart. “And this time, I hope it doesn’t go the way it did before. I hate to see a little girl’s life cut short in her prime.” Draco continued as Tracy let out a huge cry. She did not want to die.

Boarst sat on his knees, paralysed. He did not know of what to do. He sat there, defeated. Who should he mourn for? The wife that was gone? or the daughters who were about to join her? Or the boy who was to suffer a worse fate than theirs?

“You will never find him.” Boarst finally said staring down at the lifeless body in front of him. He could not look into his daughters eyes with what he was about to do.

Draco let out a boastful smile that said, this guy.
“Was killing your wife an overkill?” Draco asked Boarst as he looked up at one of his henchmen. “Make sure I get all the information out next time, before I kill anybody. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sire.” Henchmen number 23 responded.

“Make your jokes. Enjoy your throne. But remember this, you will fall.” The man said as he stared up at Draco with rage. He had daggers in his side pockets that he had been planning on using at the right time. This felt like the right time as he slowly reached for it during his speech. “You will soon know my pain . You will soon feel the hurt and the despair of all your victims.”

“From you?” Draco pointed at the man who knelt in front of him. Yes he may be a skilled soldier but he was no match Draco.

“Not from me but your day is coming and you know it.” Boarst let the daggers fly once he saw the ice break on draco’s face. Even if the nerve he struck was only for a second, he found comfort in the idea that the almighty Draco gets scared. That he had someone he was scared of. A 13 year old boy who struck fear in his heart. "Let that be enough." Boarst murmured to himself as he let the daggers fly.

Draco moved his head when he saw the dagger flying towards his face, not that they could kill him but still. But that wasn’t the main event as two more daggers were headed into the hearts of the little girls. Both girls were hit simultaneously. They both shot their father a look of horror but he hoped they would understand why he did what he had to do.

And before the henchmen could get Boarst, he slit his own throat and flopped onto the ground. He looked at Tracy who stood in the arms of Draco, searching for her eyes but her hair hid them. In agony, he turned over and looked into Diane’s eyes hoping to find forgiveness in hers but they held nothing behind them. She laid on the floor with her eyes wide opened. Gone.

The pain from Boarst’s throat did not hurt as much as what he had just did. He could try justifying it however he wanted but he still failed his girls and wife. He laid in a pool of regret, holding onto the open wound that was in his neck. a wound that would never heal. Involuntarily, he laid there squeezing it shut when the darkness eventually overtook him.

Draco watched until the lights went out  “Aah what a mess.”
He finally let go of the girl and stood up from the wooden chair that he sat.
“I know they can’t kill us but next time, make sure they are completely disarmed before I threaten information out of them.” Draco smacked one of the henchmen as he stepped over the corpses that blocked his way.

All four corpses laid there in revealing clothes as it was their culture. Also the hot weather made the decision easier for them. They all wore thin loose garment that did not trap heat. The clothes hanged a little bit over their knees.
The henchmen that stood over the bodies however did not seem to care about the heat as they wore clothes that covered all the body part, except their face, neck, hands and feet. It wrapped around them in the form of a loose bodysuit. The woman wore green stripes over her grey garment while the other two men had red stripes over theirs. Draco on the other hand, wore long robes that made him look lordlike especially bathe in the candle light of the dark room.

“Where to next?” Draco asked Akos, the henchmen with green stripes. as he paused by the door.
“To Matilda’s, sir.” She answered.
“Huh” Draco nodded as he went out into the sunlight.

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On the other side of the plains, Matilda hid a boy in a secret room underneath her house. A room locked with bolt and magical powders. A brown skin boy with an afro and a bright smile. He sat playing a board game with Matilda, oblivious to the fate that awaits him.