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Untitled Part 4

"Kill the unpure," someone shouted. It soon turned into a chant and a young man stepped forward and punched the air. A bright white light had left his fist and hit Vincent square in the chest.

It all happened so fast. I couldn't move and it was as if my feet were glued to the ground because I didn't even take one single step. I clutched my chest and screamed for Vincent. I screamed for Vincent to stand up again. But he didn't. He didn't even make a sound. The energy pulse had hit him and he had immediately fallen onto his knees before falling forward. The work of a Karre.

Alfie had moved forward and called upon some ancient 'Right for Removal of Body for Burial' or something. All movement stopped and the world stood still as Alfie raised his hands to show he was defenceless as he entered the battlefield. Not for a moment did he dare look back but instead he kept his ancient eyes on our enemy.

"I was wondering when you would be coming out of the woodwork," One of the Kings had moved forward out from the shadows. Alfie did not speak but instead he lifted Vincent's limb body over his shoulder before walking back to our side. Once Alfie had placed Vincent on the ground something had clicked in both sides and all fire had broken lose. But only for a moment.

The same King had raised his almighty hands and their warriors stopped immediately. Our men, the good, stopped fighting and stood back again.

"Malfire," The King said in a booming voice. "Long time no see, eh?"

"Long time no see, sir." Alfie responded obediently. Malfire?

"Wait, Malfire?" One of the young men standing beside the King had moved forward.

"It's now Alfie," Alfie said simply, knowing that thousands were listening to their conversation.

"Wesley Hampson," The young man had moved closer and extended his hand but Alfie had refused to shake it. Instead, he just stood at a safe distance, watching carefully.

"How dare you, Father?" Alfie turned to the King. Alfie is the son of a King? Alfie is a Prince? Alfie is the Prince of all Vampires? Our Alfie? I couldn't wrap my head around it but they continued.

"How dare I? You go off, breed with some mutt and produce a bastard son before running off into the sunset. How dare you. You had potential, and you've wasted it on those people."

"Those people? Don't you dare think for a second that you are better than us, Father."

"Dad, please! Talk to me!" Wesley stepped forward and tried to get Alfie's attention. Dad? Alfie had a son? I know that Alfie didn't talk about his past but I would've thought that he'd at some point mention the fact that he was a Prince or a Father.

"Speak when you are spoken to, boy." Alfie said coldly.

"What?" Wesley's face fell. "I've waited hundreds of years to meet you though-"

"Sorry to disappoint you, boy." Alfie hissed, emphasising the 'boy' with pure spite. I have never seen this side to Alfie. I had always know Alfie to be fair, kind and loving. But this was no longer our Alfie. This was someone else.

"Why? Why!" Wesley spat angrily. He drew his sword out of his sheath and indicted for Alfie to do the same. No one moved. This was between them and we all knew this.

"Don't do this, boy." Alfie said in a hushed whisper before drawing his own sword.

"Why did you abandon me?" Wesley screamed. I guess bottling up feelings for hundreds of years does this to a person.

"Because Father would've had you killed if I had not!" Alfie shouted but then his face crinkled up. "I couldn't let that happen to you. But- but now you're standing behind him? You're fighting with him. Do you even know what you're fighting for? Do you, boy?"