Claimed

~Chapter 6~ First Impressions [Pt 2]

~Chapter 6~ First Impressions [Pt 2]

Two men were attacking a young girl, her mouth was gagged and yet she still tried to fight them off as one of the men banged her head down on the hard cement.

Chry knew that people were predictable, he thought he knew exactly what the men were wanting from the female and he was going to stop it before they could lay a hand on her.

Getting closer to the scene, Chry covered himself in the shadows of the building, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

He watched and waited for a while, wondering why the men weren't doing what he thought they were going to. Then, suddenly, he heard one of the men talking.

"Are you sure no one will be able to follow our trail?" The man's voice was low and soothing, it contradicted his previously violent behavior.

"If they do, master, I will gladly take the fall in your sted." The other man's voice was raspy and powerful, he wanted nothing more than to please.

The other man nodded as he picked the girl up and pulled her to him.

Chry was ready to act now, knowing he didn't have much time. As he was about to charge out at the two men, something unexpected happened.

The man holding the girl brought his mouth to her neck, taking care to brush her long hair out of the way. Chry didn't understand what the man of their kind was doing until a fresh pungent scent hit his nostrils.

Blood.

Listening carefully, Chry could hear the girl's blood being sucked from her neck. That's when understanding flooded Chry's mind.

The man, both of them, were of his own kind. Not only that, but they were breaking the single most important rule that had kept peace between all for over a century.

Without a doubt, Chry knew that the man now sucking the life force from the unsuspecting woman did not have a claim on her; he knew it because the other side of her neck was glowing a fierce red. A mark appeared there, a mark that signified who really had a claim on the girl.

"Master, we must hurry. Whoever has claim over her will be alerted soon, the mark on her neck is already reacting to your unfamiliar fangs."

The man with the raspy voice was looking around nervously, making sure no one was coming. The man he called master seemed unperturbed as he began to suck more vigorously. Chry was stunned with how hard he was making the blood flow from the girl's veins. He knew, at this rate, that the man was going to cause the girl's blood vessels in her neck to strain until they collapsed, killing her. Though it seemed unlikely, Chry could not help but to think that was exactly what the man wanted.

With one last strenuous slurp, the man pulled the girl away from him, he brought his fingers to her neck, checking her pulse.

The man with the raspy voice looked over to his master, a questioning look upon his face.

"Well?" He asked, his voice full of anxiety.

"Dead." The man with the soothing voice pronounced. He seemed very uninterested in all the goings on, as if killing was just a part of his every day life.

This was what Lee had been speaking of before, when he tried to tell Chry one of the most important reasons the claiming system had been put in place: to keep their kind from mass murdering just because.

The men standing before Chry now were just that: mass murderers. Chry could tell by the unrelenting look in the man's eyes as he dropped the girl off to the side, not bothering to hide her body.