Sleepy Hollow 🔖

Supernatural Banquet

"I'm scared". Rachael whispered to me as we followed the guards. "For all we know today could be the day for the rituals"

"Stop worrying. I'm sure the horseman would have been nice enough to tell us if we're dying today or not"

We fell silent as we entered the throne room. All the girls formed two straight lines, clutching to each other in fear. Only Tony was back at the prison. Ever since that little stunt that day, the girls had improved and no longer looked pale and weak. At least the guards were kind enough to let us walk free without chains on our necks.

I remembered how the throne room was when I came, it seemed so long ago. The only difference was instead of the empy hall I first saw, the throne room was filled with guests. I stared wide eyed. It was a banquet for the elegant and high class. As expected, there was a food table and was that blood.

"Is that blood?" Rachael whispered her question.
Yes, in goblets and bottles was thick red liquid. Then it dawned on me. I studied the guests as we passed by them. Excluding the fact that they were all dressed to the nines, I noticed something else about them.

Pale skin, blood shot eyes and the fangs they did nothing hide. Her eyes widened in shock. They were vampires.

"They're vampires". I whispered to Rachael who almost stopped in her tracks ready to turn around and run. I forced her forward.

"We're dead". She said with a distant look in her eyes and her skin almost as pale as the vampires.

I also noticed that the guests were of different...races. Permit me to say. One a bit hairier, the other less. Blue to brown eyes, red eyes. Blunt fangs, sharper fangs.
It wasn't until one changed before my eyes that I confirmed my suspicions.

Werewolves and Vampires.

Rachael gasped beside me.

We approached a raised platform and were told to stand beside it. There were about five chairs on the stage.
Silence fell on the whole room as the lights went out. Dark fog swirled on a particular spot on the stage, rising as high as a full grown man. Everyone cheered. The fog cleared revealing the horseman.
I rolled my eyes, talk about making an entrance.

"Welcome to my banquet". He boomed and he was replied with applause.
"I'm really honoured to host such noble personalities". He said as the audience fell silent. "And I want to thank you all for acknowledging my invitation though it was a bit short notice. On that note, I'd like to introduce a few of my distinguished guests"

A blonde woman gave him a piece of paper from which he read out names.
"Victor Dimitriz. Master of the Eastern Vampire Covens". A tall, muscled and handsome man walked up to the stage as the applause went up from the other guests.

"Jack Pyke. Master of the Western Vampire Covens". Another applause escorted a similar looking man to the stage and he took his seat also.

"Beatrice Williams. Luna of the woodland Lycan packs".

I watched as a slender woman walked up to the stage. Lengthy brown hair cascaded to her waist in thick curls. The dress she wore clung to her body in all the right places.
The horseman graced her with his hand which she took it with a knowing nod.

"And finally...". He continued but the blonde woman interrupted him with a brief whisper. "It seems our last guest could not grace the event. We shall continue with the occasion with or without his presence".

No sooner had he spoken that the double doors burst open, all heads turned to investigate what the commotion was all about.

"It seems the party started without the guest of honour". A voice boomed from the door. A figure in a purple robe sauntered towards the podium. With guards beside him, he oozed an aura of power and authority.

"Prince George". The horseman said. "I was coming to the conclusion that you would not be in attendance. But everyone knows you have a thing with making an entrance wherever you go"

Prince George laughed as he drew closer to the stage, the other guests parting for him as he approached. I noticed as he drew closer, that his eyes glowed amber in deep contrast to his dark hair. Prince George was strikingly handsome. A beautiful specimen.

"I love the flattery but to what is the purpose of this feast you have organized?". The Prince asked, coming to shake hands with the horseman. He towered over the horseman, headless and all.

"I was getting to that before your timely arrival your grace". The horseman started and I was shocked to hear him address the prince in such a manner. I thought he was supposedly fearless and incites fear himself?

"After twelve years of waiting and a plan twelve years in the making, I am proud to announce to you that I have all the girls needed for the transformation and all the preparations are...". He was interrupted with applause from the eager audience.

After the applause died out, the horseman puffed his armored chest and continued. "All preparations are ready and the rest will be done in three days"

Another applause erupted. "Then we shall take over their realm and rule over the human race. All shall be equally divided and given out to myself, the vampires, the Lycan and the royal house"

There were grumbles from the guests at his last words. Did they not like he royal family?
One unlucky Vampire who voiced his displeasure was swept up against the wall by gust of wind. I stared as Prince George did so with a casual sweep of his hands.

With intensified amber eyes, he stood up from the chair and crossed the room with super speed to the vampire. In a few seconds, the vampire was on the floor writhing in pain as his life force was being sucked out by the Prince. His screams filled the deathly silent hall.

When he was done with the vampire, he turned to the other guests. "Any other person want to voice their opinions?". He growled dangerously and the guests stayed quiet.

"I thought so. I'm in this as much as all of you are. Any other opposition and I will wipe your races off the face of the earth". The Prince returned to the stage and conversation continued as though nothing had happened.
It was no wonder the Horseman addressed the prince with such high esteem, I mused, a plan hatching in my mind.

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Dear readers, I want to change the name of this book to Victims Of Superstition.
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