War

Death by Suicide

Same time as last chapter...

The soldiers could only watch in sorrow as their beloved Queen broke right in front of their eyes. Meanwhile, Chris was resigned in his fate of execution as he stood beside the leader with his head bowed in submission.

The second-in-command gathered his courage and slowly walked to the kneeling form of the Lady Militia.

"We have to go now, My Lady. It is almost dawn." he said softly.

Militia sniffed and then she was silent for a moment.

"Please be careful in carrying my husband." she pleaded. He was about to nod if not for the fierce glare that replaced the pleading and broken eyes. "If you agitated his injuries more, all of you will lose your job and we will hand you to the rest of the races." she hissed. He almost shuddered at the piercing stare that promised death by torture, but he nodded anyway.

A soldier gently carried the critically injured king.

It was with a grim acceptance that they all walked back to the palace. They couldn't run back to the castle as that will further agitate his injuries. Whatever that Hunter did to him, it was preventing his healing abilities do the work. She was just thankful that he's a vampire, if not he would have already died the moment he was electrocuted.

Militia didn't expect that this devastating thing would happen on the day her son was born. She looked forward in having a very happy family with her beloved husband, but all of those dreams and expectations were ruined by those fucking Hunters.

Peace really was a nonexistant thing in their world. She was honestly envious of the world of the Outsiders, at least they could experience the peace they had desired for an extended period of time.

Here, it was just war and survival. Kill or be killed. A never ending cycle of hate.

And if it's war they want, then war they'll get.

She glanced at her unconscious husband with grim determination. They would get their revenge.

They made it back in time just as the sun started to rise. The Outsiders' fairytale of them burning when the sunlight hits them were false, in fact all of their theories about their weaknesses were just their imagination. Although they are weaker in the day, they were, after all, creatures of the night.

The vampires patrolling the territory, Lords and soldiers alike, stared wide eyed as they caught sight of their king. It was the first time in a long time that one of their own was critically injured that they were rendered unconscious, and it is the first time in their history of existence that injuries as fatal as this did not start healing.

"I'm going to take this man to interrogation." The leader of the squadrom murmured to the Queen.

"Don't start questioning until I'm there. Just ask him his name and stop there." She said as the soldier saluted and walked away.

"I need a doctor here immediately!" She called.

The vampires looked around for a healer until one rushed to the king's side.

"At your service, madam." He panted.

She recognised him as one of their best doctors, Dr. William Locke.

"Let's bring my husband to your clinic." She nodded to him and the soldier carrying Demesicus. "Go on ahead."

As they left, she turned to the remaining soldiers as the other vampires returned to their respective patrols but they kept throwing concerned glances to the direction of Dr. Locke's clinic. It's no use to swarm them, the Queen would be furious and they knew that they would be told of the King's condition in due time.

"Start patrolling the outer perimeter." She said.

She was thankful that they did not need any sleep as she watched the doctor do his work. The soldier that carried Demesicus was long gone, excusing himself to join his brothers in patrolling.

Knowing that he could not be bothered in his task of healing the king, she decided going to the interrogation room. She could not have the doctor distracted and make a mistake.

The prisoner slumped on the chair as if he has the fate of the whole world sitting on his shoulders.

'We were supposed to be a happy family until you took that chance away from us.' She fumed but on the outside she was calm and collected.

"You asked his name, yes?" She turned to the soldier was standing at the doorway, making sure that it was impossible to escape.

"He said it was Chris." He sent Chris a suspiscious glance which Militia understood.

'I don't understand why it took just one question with no persuasion at all.'

"Go outside. Guard this room and make sure there are no eavesdroppers." She ordered and the soldier obeyed immediately.

"So Chris." She purred, eyes glinting in dark humor as she watched him flinch and squirm. She walked closer to him and she was tempted to laugh as he tried to get away from her even though he was tied to the chair.

"Why did you take my son?" She hissed.

The man stayed silent as his now lifeless eyes stared at the ground.

"Oh, you're not going to answer me?" She grinned. She pulled a knife from somewhere in her dress and pointed it to his lowered head.

"You know, female vampires like us are not really expected to just sit there and look pretty while their husbands flaunt their beauty." She sneered. "Yes, we weren't taught as well as our male counterparts, but our parents thought it was necessary for us to master wielding a weapon or two." She cradles her knife like it was her baby, with an insane glint in her eyes and a bloodthirsty grin.

Still no response, she inwardly frowned. Well then...

She swung her knife down towards the unmoving figure-

"A ritual."

-and then he spoke.

She stopped when the blade was one centimeter away from touching his head. She lowered her knife and glared at Chris.

"What?"

"They ordered me to take him for a ritual. They gave me no clues for me to deduct just what ritual exactly. And I was too scared to offend them, because they have the power to have me killed with a snap of their fingers." He chuckled humorlessly. "Guess I'm going to be dead either way."

He finally looked up to meet her eyes and she was surprised to find acceptance, not defiance.

Seeing his chance, he lunged at Militia who quickly regained her composure at being once again shocked that he was able to escape the chains that tied him down.

He was thankful for his fire abilities.

Chris was quick on his hands because suddenly Militia's knife was on his hands.

"I'm finally able to say goodbye to this sick and twisted world." He whispered.

She could only watch in disbelief as her knife was embedded on his head seconds later and his body fell like a marionette whose strings were cut.

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A/N: Hey guys! So, sorry for the long wait. I experienced some nightmares from school and writer's block.

I jist managed to continue this story because I made a promise to myself.