The Immortality Doctrine: Bred To The Blood Prince

Chapter 18

Tate decided to sleep with us in the house. Early in the morning, my sleep got suddenly disturbed by a noise that was still a mystery to me. I just heard a very loud one. So to make sure whether everything' good, I went out of my room and ran down the stairs. I had heard and recognized Tate's almost incessant footfalls on the stairs. "Did you hear that, too?" A half-naked man asked.

"Obviously," I murmured. My voice was still a bit malfunctioning due to heavy sleep. What do you call that?

"I think we're being attacked!" Alex panicked. "We have to find Chris! Where's he?" He turned his head from side to side.

"For God's sake, Tate, you're shirtless," I half-whispered. And it's disturbing.

I had heard him chuckle. "In there!" I pointed to the room located on western side of the kitchen. I could somehow think. Alex jogged to the door.

"Wait!" I stopped. "Don't bother waking the sleepyhead up."

"What? Why? What if this is something dangerous?" He asked me with his face wrinkled.

"What if we're just overreacting?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Those sounds are rumbling, couldn't you hear it?"

"Alright, you win. I'm scared fire might come out of his mouth once we do it."

He sighed, rolling his eyes and just went to the other door, where the entrance was. Or more apparently, where the sound was coming from. 

The sound was still going on, Tate touched the knob, but I quickly held his hand. "Wait," I whispered.

I tucked her hair under my ear, then put my ear directly on the door. I was going to eavesdrop.

I heard some familiar voices, but I couldn't really understand what they're saying. I couldn't make out any word. "I'll grab some self-defense weapon," he whispered, beginning to go away. I tried to stop him, but I failed to chase him. I couldn't see any sense here. He was definitely overreacting! But in this time, not in an annoying and irritating way, because all he thought about was merely our safety.

Waiting for him, I suddenly smiled like a person who had lost her own brain. Just making me wonder what sort these people were, they were torturing our pathetic and defenseless door. But I swore to myself they were going to pay if they break it.

Finally, Tate went down. And finally, wore a shirt. Only a baseball bat was locked in his hand.

"What is that?" I could barely complete my statement. I couldn't handle my laugh.

"It's for our self-defense," he looked at it as he spoke fiercely. And then we both noticed that the rumbling sound was gone.

All we could hear was the air whooshing. Maybe we were probably just overreacting. We both wondered and looked confused.

"Maybe it's just a prank after all," he shrugged, sighing.

"Do you really think pranks exist in Grezsatly, Tate?! Only in the human's world," I reminded.

Alex yawned. "Let's just go back to sleep."

"Yeah, maybe we really should," I gave in.

We were near the staircase when a very hard and a loud sound of a shoe kicked the door. We both trembled with fear as we stared at each other. I even heard a high-pitched scream. That must've come from my throat.

We frantically ran going back to the door.

The lower part of the door almost got destroyed, shaping a round crack on it. Almost. I touched the doorknob, but first I glanced at him, who was taking a very tight grip on the baseball bat as he prepped himself for it. Alex nodded at her, his face looked totally aggressive.