VAMPWERGIC

Chapter 5

PAST

The trio walked slowly past homes and inns, each shutting close the minute they did. They definitely were not welcomed in these parts and that made it worse for them, being Vampires.

The stories of their ruthlessness spread from town to town like a widespread fire. Percival was the tallest and quite brawny, Trillis was more ruthless with a heart devoid of love and he despised his human life. Then there was Olin, the wittiest and the voice of the group.

Trillis mocked with a grin. "We are famous brothers, see as they scurry in hiding before us." They all laughed making their way to the only open tavern. It belonged to a middle aged bartender dressed in a butcher's clothing and his daughter who wore a sleeveless gown.

" We would like your strongest whiskey to calm our nerves." Olin mentioned as they each took a seat. Trillis' gaze never left the nape of the bartender's daughter while she served them, collecting the pennies that Percival placed on the wooden table.

"I would like something tastier and more lasting, like say your damsel of a daughter over here," Trillis grinned maliciously watching the bartender's face shrink in undisguised dislike.
The middle aged man ushered his daughter behind the counter before turning to face the trio. "Over my dead body." He spat out to a very amused Trillis who feigned defeat while Olin and Percival watched with heightened curiousity; both very aware of how spontaneous he could be. They watched him as he flitted towards the bar at unnatural speed but ricocheted just as fast, as if off an invisible barrier. A grunt followed as his body shattered a wooden table into splinters.

"For want of a girl, his pride was lost," Percival joked with a line out of an old fable while they watched their fallen comrade remove wood splinters that pierced his skin, and making his way to the barrier while banging at it.
Olin walked majestically, each step bringing him closer to the impenetrable counter at the same time observing the thick powdery line that laced round the counter. "Mountain ash," Olin mentioned with an impressed face. "Extremely rare. Which begs the question as to how you managed to procure it."

"There is more where that came from, even others that more dangerous." The bartender threatened while Trillis flashed his silvery white fangs menacingly. Olin peered at Percival then at Trillis before motioning to the exit as they turned to leave.

"What?! Olin, we are just going to let them go free," Trillis argued with a raspy voice. Percival just looked from vampire to vampire with his usual calm.
"Temper, temper Trillis," Olin said his eyes fixed on a stable some few metres from the tavern. "We do not have to do all the dirty work ourselves, at times we let nature work for us." Olin's statement made more sense when Olin's eyes became mere red dots, his fangs slid out and his claws were outstretched in a predatory stance and he hissed loudly. Several neighs confirmed the scared horses at the stable had broken free and were stampeding towards their direction.
"Of course, the horse trick." Trillis exclaimed as they counted the seconds in their minds before they were knocked down by the horses.
"Now!" Olin ordered as all three held hands, fading into a thick fog and screams echoed from the tavern.
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PRESENT
The air felt tensed as he crawled on the ground covered in blood, blood that wasn't his own. His breathing grew raspy almost seizing as he rolled onto his back, gazing full at the night skies. The veins crept around his eyes up his forehead and he groaned, all while keeping his eyes shut. He could feel the pull of the aquamarine moon and his body strained from shifting form. He finally opened them letting out a growl revealing yellow eyes.