Survival of the Fittest

Eight

As Elliot walked down the lonely street he urged himself to go to his old house; but he just couldn't. It couldn't be helped, after all. It was all he knew.

He only seemed to remember the things that stuck out in his mind. Screams, fire, explosions..... Vampires, and Mage gangs. But it was all fuzzy and a blur.

He shook the thought away. Literally shaking his head his head like a small puppy would.

He didn't even know if he wanted to remember anymore.

He already knew his parents were dead. And he didn't remember if he had any siblings.

As he was walking, he felt something crawling on his neck, and he stopped mid-tracks.

His eyes were widened, as he slowly reached one hand to his neck, and pulled it away to look at it.

Blood. His blood.

His neck was bleeding again. Or to be specific, his needle like scar was bleeding again.

It hadn't done that in three months. The only time it ever bled was...

"..when we got ambushed by vampire nobles..."

He couldn't speak loud enough; his voice was cracking, and he didn't know why.

But what made this worse was that he was alone.

Phelyx was repairing Revs arm, and Rev, well, you can answer that yourself.

He looked around frantically, afraid that he would be solo ambushed.

He was close to the truth.

Suddenly black smoke appeared beside him. He launched his head to his right, only for a hand to grip him by the neck, and slam him into the wall of a building.

He had been standing in the middle of the road. He was lucky enough if he didn't get a concussion.

He clawed at his capture as blood dripped down in between his eyes, then split at the bridge of his nose and continued its journey down his face. His teeth clenched so tight he thought they might all shatter.

As his vision cleared he came face to face with a vampire. Specifically, the one from three years ago.

The leader.

The strongest.

..the one with the piercing white eyes.

The Noble was smirking.

"Impressive huh? I knew you'd come here at some point."

There was a slight pause before he continued. "I'm Derek. If you want to be specific I'm vampire royalty."

A king.

Elliot's vision was fading, as well as his train of thought. It was slow, but he was losing consciousness.

Derek's smirk faded into a menacing glare. He clicked his tongue at Elliot.

"Your such a pain to deal with you know that?"

Before Elliot knew what was happening he felt himself be slammed into the sidewalk; hashing his head even more in the process.

He stayed there for a moment; then regained his balance of mind and tried getting up.

But Derek wasn't giving him a chance to recognize his surroundings. He pressed his boot against Elliot's head causing him to fall; too weak to get up or fight back.