Alone.

The Blood Oath

Chapter: 21
The Blood Oath

If Adam and I were to marry one day, and that's a big If (if at all, really), the fist person to give us our blessing would be Damian. So his question "What the eff is going on here?" was probably not in regards to the romantic nature of relationship his brother and I shared.

No, it was probably the dead stag lying on the floor and drained of blood, the dishevelled appearance of Adam, his blood stained clothes, the bloody handkerchief lying in front of me and me generally being there at the scene of crime.

Yep, he was mad that I knew that not only Adam, but Damian himself and their father were all vampires.

Well, shit.

Adam stood up and offered me his hand so that I could as well. I didn't even dare breath as the brothers stared down each other with hard gazes. Even the inner me was as quiet as a silent night. Though, this night was anything but silent.

"What is she doing here?!" Damian glanced at me momentarily, "No offence, Ray."

With widened eyes, I squeaked in a reply, "None taken."

Adam rubbed his temples as if he was just done with all the drama that kept on piling on his shoulders as the night progressed.

"Don't you dare act all frustrated and exhausted! For God's sake, I thought you were the sensible one!"

"Give me a fucking break, Damian!"

In a blink of an eye, Damian was in Adam's face, seething in annoyance. I took a few shaky steps back to somehow get out of their raging radius of adrenaline and testosterone (or whatever alternatives of those hormones vampires possessed). "I will not. How could you let this happen! She is not a part of the Blood Pact. Word gets out and her life could be in danger! What were you thinking!" He shoved Adam by the shoulders and my eyes nearly fell out of thier sockets as Adam was thrown back all across the lake against a tree which practically splintered with the impact.

A blur was all I saw as Adam threw himself at his brother and locked him in a chokehold against a part of the natural boundary which surrounded the lake. "You think I don't know that? It drives me crazy when I go through the consequences. But I will never let anyone lay even a finger on her."

Damian gave a sardonic smirk, "Your underestimation is painfully arrogant, dear brother, considering the snare that you yourself crafted back when-"

He didn't get to complete the sentence as Adam slammed his fist against Damian's face so hard that the latter flew several yards away and skidded to a fall.

Damian got up and spit a mouthful of blood as he casually seized his brother with a look of disdain. He wasn't even slightly phased by the blunt hit, as if it were a daily occurrence and he could care less.

My hands were on my mouth as I tried not to let out a scream that was fighting to come out and pierce through the catastrophe that was taking place right before my eyes.

"Yes well, while we're on the topic, what was Vlad doing here tonight?!" asked Adam.

He wasn't supposed to be here?

"The hell do I know? He wasn't supposed to be back for the next two days."

"Exactly. And yet he managed to rattle everything in a matter of minutes."

"Who's fault is that?" Damian goaded. Does he have a death wish?!

"I swear to God, Damian, I'll fucking kill you if that's what you want." Adam's hands were in tight fists with knuckles so white that I was surprised there was no blood dripping from his palms as of yet.