The Supernatural Seals (Book Two)- BATTLE

Chapter Nineteen

Lincoln

"So, not that I doubt you or anything, but what is it that makes you better and more evil than say, every other vampire in the world?" I ask Marcus as we stand in the newly created training room.

This new Headquarters is less hospital looking than the one of the Archangel's, that's for sure. Instead of being all white and clean, the furniture in this place reminds me of an expensive library. Every piece of furniture is made of a deep mahogany wood, and there are deep red rugs in every single room, as well as in the halls. The training room, however, looks pretty much the same. Wooden tables that hold knives and bows hung up on the walls. There's a boxing ring in this one as well, except brand new. The walls are also covered in mirrors, which makes me feel a bit self-conscious. I pick up a pair of sleek, black leather gloves and strap them on. I bend my fingers a few times, getting them used to the new material. Then I aim a first at one of the dummies in front of me and watch as a metal dark goes flying out of the secret launcher in the glove. New weapons too, this could get interesting.

"The Night Clan aren't your average vampires," Marcus says.

I watch as he walks around, running a finger across one of the sharp blades of a sword. He walks around slowly like he's trying not to set off a bomb. He stops and looks up, to a place behind me. I turn around, following his gaze and see Daxia walking in. She's changed into a less bloody, sleeveless white tank top. She's also tied her hair up and walks over to us.

"So what's so special about your clan?" She asks.

"And how did I never notice that mom and dad were vampires?" She adds.

Marcus looks at her for a while, probably trying to get a good look, considering he hasn't seen his little sister in almost three years or so.

"That's just is. Mom and dad weren't vampires. They were Purities," He says.

I pick up a small knife and stare at my reflection in the blade.

"What do you mean? If they were Purities then how are you a vampire? Vampirism runs in families," I ask.

Marcus takes the blade from me and sets it back down on the table.

"The members of The Night Clan aren't just ordinary vampires. We're vampires that were turned before The Council took that ability away from the other Vampires," He says.

I look at him, confused.

"But that ability was taken from them over a hundred years ago when they turned an entire village in Africa," Daxia says.

Marcus shakes his head.

"The ability was only taken from those particular Vampires, not from all of them. The ability was fully removed about a year ago," He says.

"You've been a vampire for over a year? That means you were alive this entire time. And you didn't come find me?" Daxia asks.

Marcus walks over to Daxia and places his hands on each one of her shoulders.

"I wanted to look for you. I tried. But Harper had some sort of spell that stopped anyone from finding you. I searched for a year and a half, I wanted to find you. To protect you," Marcus says to her.

"Well, as you can see, I don't really need protecting," Daxia says.

"She's right, if anything, we need her protection," I say.

Marcus lets go of her shoulders and shakes his head.

"That's where you're wrong. She always needs to be protected. At all costs. And I'm going to make sure that my people do that," He says.