Vampires of Falconhaven

Chapter 3: Captured

-Marco's POV-

"Run, Marco! They're going to kill us!" Raul picked me up off the ground, the wooden bullet that had grazed my knee all but forgotten as we ran for our lives. Raul had blood spattered across his suit, and I had it all over my new white shirt.

Who would've known she'd been spiked with vervain?

Running through the lengths of the bar tables, gunshots would have been heard throughout the streets. Raul had managed to dodge the wooden bullets, but I hadn't seen mine coming. We made it to the door and tried to rush through the exit, but we found ourselves stuck. Witches.

Turning around hastily, I watched Raul jerk back as he was shot with a wooden bullet. He fell to the ground. "Vervain... Spiked with vervain..." He mumbled as he was shot again.

I hissed as I snapped one of the officer's necks. Those close to him jumped back and gasped in surprise. Kicking one of them through the window, I grabbed another and used it as a human shield.

"Give me my brother or she dies." I pushed her blonde hair on the other side of her neck as I bared my already elongated fangs, black veins spreading from my red, bloodshot eyes. Everyone lowered their guns as I felt the blood pump faster and faster inside of my victim's body.

Bang.

I looked up in surprise, as everyone turned to see a man in a white lab coat walking towards me.

"You didn't think we'd let you two go, did you? Do you know how many people you've both killed? Besides... we need to run some tests to learn about your... behaviours." The moonlight reflected in his glasses as he pushed them up.

I felt a sharp sting in my back; vervain.

"NO! Marco!" My brother roared as he struggled to get up. The kicked him and held him down.

Everything went black and the last thing I saw was that doctor inject my brother.

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Sweating, I snapped my head up, drowsiness now officially gone and leant against the bars of the cage I'd lived in for the past 5 years. I needed breakfast.

Fed on only half a bag of blood a day, that small ration of food was all that was keeping me and Raul from desiccating into the 600 year old corpses we are.

I heard the chains of my brother rattling as he was dragged back to his cell by Doctor David Griffon. He was a cruel man, although he was about 40, he had spent many years clearly studying on how to treat prisoners, as well as how to take down Vampires.

"Now boys, please behave as I go get my wife and take her to collect my daughter from the orphanage? Good lads." He slipped us both the bags of blood.

"These aren't our usual rations, David." Raul grunted.

"Oh well, adoption is a celebration for family, not monsters. You two'll get your normal rations tomorrow." Dr Griffon locked the door behind him as we hungrily sucked the bags dry.

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