From darkest days to brightest nights

SYLVIO

I quickly reach down and grab the dagger from my shoe before standing in front of May and pointing it at Victoria.
“What are you?” she stands slowly as if teasing him.
“Oh me I’m just a small, harmless.” She stands before us, as she gestures towards the wall and watches as the dagger follows. “Witch.” Maybelline’s high pitch scream rings in my ears as the once sweet old lady in front of us lets out a cackling laugh and a ring of blue fire circles us. May’s voice rises up as she screams.
“Let us go, Let us go, Let us go.” Repeating those three words but falls silent when the fire goes out and the door creaks open.
“What on earth is going on here?” The voice is sharp and angry. The world suddenly grows so quiet except for the tap, tap on the wooden floor caused by the stranger. Victoria’s head lowers and she backs up to a small corner.
“I told you to take care of them not frighten them. Come here children.” She beckons for us to come closer but realises that after that charade trust is an issue.
“Look what you’ve done Victoria! Don’t worry children, I dont bite. Excuse my maid.” I wrap my arms around May and hold her close, not willing to let her go. The women sighs.
“What are you?” My gaze grazes over her.
“My name is Alexandria, I’m the grand witch, and you two must be the prophecy children, the half-humans half-elf highbrids.” She strides over to another large chair in the far corner and takes a seat. “ And i take it your father was clueless.”
“We are human, Just human!” I scream, raising my voice more then intended.
“You’re only half right young one, for you see foolish child, you mother is and elf and your father is, or should I say, was a human. Therefore your highbrids.” She crosses the room in a few quick steps and takes a seat in the chair Victoria abandoned. My voice rises in a fit of rage.
“Our mother was taken by you...creatures and slaughtered, she is not one of you!” My grip tightened on the knife as I stepped towards her, holding the tip of the dagger at her throat. She laughs and continues calmly.
“Is that what he told you. My dear boy your mother willingly left, she was home sick and wished to join her people. She left you on purpose.”
“Liar!” I scream as I thrust the dagger into her throat. I pull it out as the blood pours down her fine clothes and pools in her lap. I grab Maybelline and run for the door as she looks at the mess and stands and to my horror I watch as the knife wound heals instantly. As I reach the door and exit the small cabin like house her voice echoes behind me.
“You wont survive out there on your own children.” I take little notice of her words as the house disappears amongst the trees. Her cackling laugh along with it. My feet pound the ground as the leaves and sticks break under me feet,. I struggle to breath as I run deeper into the forest. The space around me grows darker as the trees grow taller and closer together, blocking out the sunlight and making the air cold. A group of extra foot steps join mine making my heart race and slam against my chest. May’s sobs just noticeable as she buries her face deeper into my shoulder, her voice repeating the same heart wrenching situation.
“I don’t want to die Sylvio please don’t let me die please!” She’s the only thing that keeps me running even when, whatever is in the bushes, makes its way in front of us. My foot steps slow as I come to an abrupt stop. Slow foot steps come towards us as golden eyes stare out of the trees. I stare straight forward into the glowing eyes before me.
“So your the prophecy children hey?” the voice belongs to the eyes and the eyes belong to a strange boy with black hair draped across his face and a loose cotton shirt draped over him. He folds his arms and leans against a tree smirking as he looks us over. A few more figures appear from the trees, all of them with the same fair skin as the first.
“Who are you?” The question had been asked to many times in the last twenty-four hours. The guy laughs and comes closer as he circles us slowly as if mocking us. He strides to a tree before swinging himself up and hanging upside down from a thick branch.
“The names Malcom, and after my father ill be king of the vamps. And you to must be Sylvio and Maybelline, yes the elf princess has spoken about you two a lot.” He swings back and forth on the branch refusing to stay still as he speaks.
“What do you want with us?” Maybelline’s tears still flow as I speak.
“Me? Well I want absolutely nothing from you two but we have been asked and paid to escort you to your mother and I’m afraid I dont take no for an answer.” He’s swinging comes to a sudden halt and he stares at us cross armed and smirking. “Sworn to protect you and blah, blah, blah you know the rest, so shall we get going.” He swings on the branch before flipping and landing on his feet.
“Protect us? Well your not doing your job to well if those witches captured us now are you?” I’m equal parts stalling and trying to find out more information about this strange boy.
“Ahh that, well you see the witches put some weird witchy woo spell on that little old cabin of theirs and it kinda prevents the undead people from entering so yea.” He nods behind him and makes a quick whistle tune to show that its time to leave. I hesitate but before I can resist I’m hoisted up and over a shoulder.
“Franklin, he has legs he can work you know!” I’m put down as quickly as I was picked up and I start to follow behind him. Malcom offers his hand to May who has now ceased her crying and was striding along beside him asking questions.
“How old are you?” She says quizzically.
“well I’m 196 years old, so I have the body and brain of a 19 year old human.” He swings her arm slightly back and for as they walk. I never break my eye contact off them, scared of what he might do if I did.
“And where exactly are you taking us?” He rolls his eyes at my attitude and continues to entertain Maybelline. “ I said where are we going?” my voice grows louder then expected, I stop suddenly and stared at Malcom as he turns slowly and crosses his arms.
“Refusing to walk are we?” he raises one eye brow, unimpressed with my defiance. “I told you I dont take no as an answer.” He shakes his head as he speaks and before I know it I’m  violently held against the tree with his hand against my neck, he slowly raises me off the ground and in the ever growing darkness I hear May screaming at him to let me go.