Until The End-The Tale Of The King

Chapter II

"Three months have passed since tgat night, from time to time I stop by to make sure she's doing ok, I still look for her too, I miss my little girl, and I want my love to stay safe." I say to the grizzly man to my right, to my left is two other men sporting drinks as the bartender pours another round. I hiccup causing my eyes to flash the green and red glow.
"I'm sorry to hear that KZ, I know that's got to be hard, but I'm glad to hear you keep your prioretys straight." He says to me holding my shoulder.
"That's just sick, you kidnap people to feed to that dead bitch? Are you mad?" A group of bigger men storm inside the bar, clearly drunk and under the influence.
"Can i help you gentlemen?" I ask as i turn away from them, eyes already glowing green as I listen to their heartbeats, notcing the one on the right is very I'll, terminal cancer, and I know he doesnt know. The leader is extremely wasted and faded, his heart racing from the mix of intoxication.
"Nothing but maybe a few videos of us beating your ass you sick fuck. You think it's ok to just abduct people to feed your sick little fantasies? How about we feed you to my dogs?!" He yells as he starts to pick up speed towards me, but only about 5 steps before he is met with the blade pressed in his cheek, a small pool of blood running on my blade. He jumps back slicing his mouth open as he screams.
The other two step back as he hits the ground holding his face. The one to his left grabbing a chair and throwing it at me. I catch it mid air with the blade shredding it as the dabree hits the wall behind me. I retract the blade of the scythe, then proceed to put the pole under his leg and throw him off balance, a swift punch to his chest sends him to the ground hard. I feel his ribcage crack under my pressure as I use him to stand back up. The third man coughs as he pulls a knife out, his face drips sweat as he readies himself.
"Your already a dead man, heed my words. After tonight you need to go to the hospital so they can save your life. Go home and make love to your wife, kiss your boys head and be the dad you used to be, as for now James, turn around and leave, before I cut your fucking head off." I say in a low voice. James shakes as he drops the knife, turning to leave, closing the door with bells behind him. The chime is a familiar tune to my daily routine, as is street trash like these men. I have the bar tender call the paramedics for the heavyset guy. As for the leader, I knock him out and load him into my truck, wave my goodbyes to the regulars, and head the old house. I arrive from the roof and climb down our fire escape hatch. The man starts to come to as I climb down with him on my shoulder. Blood dripping from the duct tape that binds his mouth closed.
His muffled gasp turn to muffled screams as he realizes what he's brought onto himself. I set him on the side of the bed and cut the rope binding him, ripping the tape off and making the wound on his cheek worst, making his scream as I do so.
"Oh god no... No please man no!" He plea's as I step back, leaving him nothing but his hands to defemd himself. His screams wake her up, she crawls from the top of the closet to the ground. He screams and tries to flee but is met with failure as she pounces on him, and starts to tear into his back. She gets to his spine quickly and snaps it, licking the blood off her fingers seductively as she stands.
"Mmm... Took you long enough. What did he do?" She ask me as I step up to her, running my fingers through her hair.
"Insulted You, the usual" i reply back as she grabs my hip, drawing me closer to her.
Before another word is said, she locks her lips to mine, a faint taste of blood in her lips as I lock mine to them. She drags me to the bed and throws me back crawling on top, her body motion telling me what she wants, and how she wants it.