The Hybrid Prophecy

Chapter Two: Bloodsucker Intruder

"But I don't know my father." I protested while pulling out my stake and crouching into a fighting stance.

"That would not be wise," he advised. "We both know I cannot be killed. Therefore an exchange of blows and stabs isn't necessary."

"I might not be able to kill you, but I can sure kick your fucking ass." I leaped into the air. I felt the impact of my body crashing into his. I pinned him to the ground.

" Yezlakanstil mo ciapatę." I felt the energy flow around me and I began to shackle him while he was still bound by my spell. Full witches didn't even have to speak but since I was only a Halfbløød I had to speak the ancient language in order to manipulate the energy around me. When he was shackled I reversed my spell.

"Ętapaic om litsnakalzey."

Yep, to undo a spell you literally just say the spell backwards. I picked him off of the ground and made him walk. I was taking this bloodsucker straight to the dungeon. And I was going to torture him untill he told me exactly why he was here. He struggled a bit but he still hasn't healed from the stake Micheal had thrown at him so it wasn't a problem. Plus because of my recent anger I had been training harder.

The halls were carpeted with a plush red fabric. The walls were black, but adorned with a bunch of paintings of old hunters. This place reminded me of a bloodsuckers lair inside and out. I shivered and opened the door to the dungeon. The stairs were curved around a pole and I decided to light the torches.

"Ignikat vi tilonja."

The torches ignited and I pushed the vampire into a chair. I attached his shackles to the chair, but not before receiving a kick to the face. With rage pumping through me I stood up and back handed him across the face. My rings black diamond raked a deep gash across his face. I laughed and forced his left arm over the arm rest, clicking down the built in cuff. I did the same with the right arm and locked the door to the cage. When I needed to leave I could retrieve the keys magically. There were spells done to the actual locks, but if you knew where the keys were you could retrieve them.

Kneeling down I sparked up a cigarette. I was going to enjoy taking all my pent up aggression out on this sick bloodsucker, who had probably killed hundreds of thousands of humans. He deserved an ass kicking of the millennia, and I was going to be the one to deliver. I saw his blood red eyes glow, as if they were on fire and I laughed.

"Stop, you will just waste your energy, I'm immune to compulsion, don't know why." I grinned and stood up, slowly circling around him. I took out a vial of blood from my belt and and opened it right in front of him. He caught the scent of the human blood and immediately stiffened. I started to slowly drip it right on his neck. Where the scent of the blood would drive him insane, but he wouldn't be able to reach the blood. I laughed and took out my dagger from my belt. It was about a foot long. Maybe more. It was pretty big and he didn't even know I had unsheathed my weapon untill I put it right in front of his face. He tried to break free but I just tutted.

"No, darling, it has a spell. You couldn't break free if you were Vlakik himself."

"Go fuck yourself, you insufferable slore."

I just cracked my knuckles and twisted my sword until the tip had nicked his neck.

"So there is two ways this can go down, you can either be smart and tell me who sent you, or I can torture you untill you tell me." I turned around so I was behind him and I put my blade tightly to his throat. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear "Even ancients have a breaking point." I pulled my dagger away and walked around him untill I faced him.

"So what's it gunna be? I asked.

"Please," he stammered. "I'll tell you if you promise to let me go."