Vampiric Interdiction

[45] Troublesome Sonance

His face mostly hidden by the dark black hood, attached to a equally dark and flowy loose long-sleeve, one of the men to Makhi’s right couldn’t helps but thinking he looked a lot like an occult member or something out of a movie where they wielded laser swords and a little green man spoke backwards. It wasn’t a total loss that the black fabric and the colourlessness of the night hid the male mostly in shadow, because when you were as close as this, Makhi looked admittedly harsh and his features were almost terrifying, in that permanent, ‘I’ll slice open your throat at any wrong glance,’  kind of way.

He peered carefully through the grated area of the gate whilst a small clutch of his henchmen watched from further down the street, blocked from the view by the massive stone wall, that even with it’s slight chipping, missing chunks and scratches in their surfaces, gave off and interesting sort of elegance.

Makhi kept his eyes fixed ahead of him, only occasionally ducking as well behind the rock to avoid being spotted. He had an odd sort of smile on his face, one that could not really be tied down to one emotion or reason, certainly not happiness — more like determination, and even from this side glance the man closet to him could almost see the outlandish one’s green eyes shining in the darkness. Like someone had lit a light up behind them, where his brain would be, as if his head had been hollowed out. But that couldn’t be true, because no one would risk going on a possible suicide mission such as this knowing they didn’t entirely have their wits about them. But perhaps someone who didn’t wouldn’t have the logic to know better.

With the way she was lying, twisted somewhat to the side, her curved hip jutting upwards and a hand palmed downward just below her breast, Makhi couldn’t ignore the fact that she was an absolute vision. She reminded him of a model that might grace the pages of those over-priced fashion magazines one might find on the top shelves of a convenience store; the ones who had hardly been touched as if even creasing the pages would be violating the ‘you break it, you but it’ rule.

The maiden had her head facing upwards, and the other hand that had been flat to her other side, was now holding something glowing in the night to her lips. A cigarette probably. This puzzled Makhi a little bit, but the thought didn’t hold for too long because then another one pushed it aside. It was a habit she probably picked up to simply pass the time, or because she enjoyed the smell of nicotine when it burned. She wouldn’t likely benefit from the inhalation, because her body was too advanced to process it slowly enough for any sensation to take effect other than the momentary feeling of being trapped in a haze; a cloud of fog.

Her hair was free from any ties, as lying down, at the angle she was at, it would assuredly avoid blowing over her eyes unless a particularly strong gust of wind happened by. The air was nippy, but there wasn’t really much of a breeze.  Flaxen locks seemed to shine even in the night, and if Makhi wasn’t sure before that she wasn’t entirely human, or human at all, he was now. It was as if each strand had been dipped in sunlight and now that the sun had gone they were releasing the energy again, bright even in the bleak atmosphere, resembling radiant luminance a child might have plugged into their wall whilst they slept.

Makhi watched as if there were nothing else around, as if he was so encased in the emission of her beauty that nothing in that moment would be able to touch him; no sounds to penetrate the invisible forcefield that was put up around him by the shear power of his mind. 

There were crickets or something chirping around his head, which was a sound he found most relaxing once upon a time, but he hardly took much notice in it right now. Even if he wasn’t so intent on the female on the steps several feet away, he probably would be trying his hardest to ignore it. 

It only brought him pain now. 

He knew why, and that this girl was not personally responsible for it. It wasn’t even the doing of her race, but they were supernatural as well. Vicious and ruthless when they needed to be. The fact that they had no real tie to Makhi’s misery other than that made no difference, because his focus was far beyond a simple matter of retribution. He meant to exterminate anything otherworldly. Anything that wasn’t human.