The Blood King (Wattpad Exclusive Version)

Along Came a Gypsy (Continued)

 

March 14, 2005, 5:05 a.m. - Miami

It was a private warehouse in the outskirts of the city. We saw a group of vehicles parked outside, and there was plenty activity inside.

Jason and I landed softly in front of the main gate and resolutely looked for the way in.

Once inside, I heard a familiar voice. Jean Charles’s voice.

“I don’t make false claims, Mr. Von Klatas,” Jean said. “If anything happens to me, the world will know about your true—”

Jean Charles was cut short when my former body rushed him.

I watched as my impostor easily swept Jean’s body away. Jean was grabbing something in his right hand, but the force of the impact made him drop it to the ground. My impostor easily held Jean’s body above the ground while staring at his face with a menacing grin.

I looked at my body, analyzing my own features, amazed with myself. I was a truly formidable force to reckon with.

“Precisely,” I heard my own voice saying as the words tumbled out of my mouth, controlled by the impostor before he bit into Jean’s neck with fury.

Amy showed up just then and started screaming at the sight of my impostor draining Jean.

A group of heavily armed men showed up around the warehouse corners and opened fire against my real body, which took the bullets like they were nothing.

Then I felt the presence of another force inside the building. They were immortals who were not familiar to me, not created by me. There was a total of seven, and they moved fast. In moments, Jason and I witnessed how they jumped at the group of armed men.

“What’s this?” Jason whispered.

“I don’t know,” I whispered back.

The impostor threw Jean’s body against the ground and turned his back to face the men who were fighting a hopeless battle against the immortals.

I observed the immortals. They were all wearing military or police uniforms. They were dirty, with dry stains of blood all over them. They were also skilled in their attack and exhibited vicious force, but they were not vampires.

One of the armed men, in a desperate attempt, took a step forward and shot some kind of dart that found its mark in my impostor’s chest.

The impostor let go of Jean’s limp body and looked at the dart for a moment. The dart was nailed deep in the middle of his chest, and my impostor pulled it out and threw it away.

The men were moving in circles, shooting round after round against the immortals, but the immortals keep eliminating them one by one with amazing efficiency. In a matter of moments, there were only three armed men left. Surrounded by immortals, they kept aiming their assault weapons, ready to fire them; but for some strange reason, they didn’t.

My impostor walked in front of the other immortals who held their positions, waiting for the final charge. I looked at my real body; I was slowly looking around at the men who were falling to the ground.

“Rise,” the impostor said.

At his command, those who had just died stood up to join the other immortals.

Witnessing the miraculous resurrection, one of the armed men, pressed his handgun to his right temple and put a bullet in his brain.

“Now what?” Jason asked.

The impostor stared at the men still standing, a murderous look on his face.

I saw myself as others had been seeing me through countless battles. I was still fascinated in the face of such display of power.