Innocent Darkness

Secrets Unveiled

Somewhere in New Orleans

Trent POV

I had the Lakeland news pulled up on my laptop. The bright screen illuminated the room as the only source of light. I rapped my fingers on the desk as I read the continued state of terror my city was in. It was bad enough that Marcus ruined the simple peace I had created in that town. Now he has the aid of more werewolves, most of which align with a pack known as the Black Blood Pack.

I felt her pain and her terror. I spent a week reliving what she went through during the Eclipse. None of Liam's wolves would dare defy him like that. I knew without a doubt that Marcus was simply further torturing my dear Nadine.

I closed my eyes as I let myself drift away to my thoughts. I gave Nadine a hard time for being weak and incapable of taking care of herself. I feared she would not live up to what she was, a Nossie. The last of her kind since I was the last Elder to sire their first human. I could of told her in hindsight of what she really was instead of lying to her. But it became more enjoyable to see her lose her humanity inch by inch. As much as I enjoyed her personality with her humanity, I knew it was only a matter of time before the real fun began.

"Well well well, what has my Second in Command reduced himself to? Hiding among witches while his city is destroyed by filthily mutts?" I heard from a family voice that long should be dead.

I opened my eyes and jolted from my chair, spinning around to face the owner of the voice. Before me stood a man as tall but much more slender then me. His bright blonde hair stopped just under his earlobes all the while his piercing grey eyes stared back at me unblinking. He was dressed in nothing but a loose cotton shirt, pair of pants and boots, just like the day he was sealed away in his prison.

"You don't have the ability to be here." I said sternly at him while crossing my arms. "How many witches died before one agreed to pull this trick off?"

Demarcus looked at me as a smirk cracked onto his face. "You know as well as I do, I can't kill anyone. Not since you and the others betrayed me by locking me away in that prison of sorts. But," he started to parade around my room, eyeing curiously at things that were not even a thought back in his time. "I managed to convince a small coven if they help me get what I want that I can give them a place of power once I've begun my new kingdom." He spoke so coyly at me.

"You are never pulling that off. After the thousands of lives you slaughtered, after the whole reason there are vampire hunters, after the fact the witches CREATED a hunter strong enough to fight us, you were a problem to the very race you created. No vampire will bow to your bloodshed. We are much more civilized the way we are now." I spat back at him.

"Dear Trenton, you keep forgetting that no vampire is strong enough to stand against me. Not even yourself. It took you and 2 others to lock me away. And yet, here I am, free to do as I please. There is absolutely nothing you can do about it either." He snickered as his smile grew and curled onto his face.

I tightened my fist and attempted to swing at him. However, I continued to move forward never making contact with Demarcus. His form faded like passing through a cloud of smoke and I nearly fell over onto myself. Demarcus let out a laugh at my failed attack as I spun around glaring at him angrily.

"I would love to stay and chat, but according to a spider's web there is a precious Newborn of yours. I'm sure since you are here and she is where ever she is, it means she's nothing to you. But if she is, then you need to determine what is more important. A single drop of your blood or her precious heart in my hands." Demarcus spoke with joy before fading out of sigh with an eerie cackle.

I spun on my heel and swung open my bedroom door. I angrily stomped down the main stair case, making my way to main dinning hall before throwing the double doors open. I was greeted with the presence of most of the Boswell family as well as members of Kavanagh clan. However there were 12 others in the dinning hall who appeared utterly surprised at my presence as if they all collectively seen a ghost.