A tale of vampires and angels: Demons rising

Chapter Seven: Serena- Sarcasm, mockery, and vampires

Not only did Serena hate the vampires, but she loathed them with a passion. There was no doubt in her mind that the vampires (at some point or another on their now perilous journey they were embarking on) would try and take advantage of her in any way possible. It was evident with such an apparent clarity that Serena did not bother to address either of the two blood-sucking parasites with any sympathy whatsoever.

They had been dragging their feet for little over an hour- by which time Serena had begun to feel sufficiently exhausted, her limbs had stiffened, and the pain between her wings was no less an ardent blaze than it was before. Cohen had done his best to support her for the most part of the arduous journey, but in time too, his strength had begun to wane, and she was forced to comply with the offers of the vampire Prince. That was her second least favourite part of the journey.

It would seem for the best part that due to his status as vampire royalty, everything about the Prince from his strength to his supernatural ability was illimitable. So as much as Serena aspired to despise such a creature, she couldn't help but feel a sense of inquisitiveness towards the Prince in particular. He was overly cautious, never saying too much to anyone about anything. Yet his gothic demeanour, prevailing by his pierced ears, dark wispy hair, and tattooed collar were a point of unease for Serena, whose clan for clan forbade such extravagances. Biased, perhaps, but she couldn't trust the winged devil as far as she could throw him.

Then there was the matter of Fangorn. The standoffish attitude between the Prince and the unusual vampire led to Serena's conclusion of un-shared information. Such secrecy, and more to the point, Fangorn's peculiarly expressive behaviour- especially for a vampire, meant Serena was forced to regard him with a crippling doubt which- by the look Fangorn occasionally flashed her, she knew he could sense.

However, neither Fangorn nor the prince could ever prevent her from laying on any sarcastic comments as quick as they came.

"Helping a poor, feeble Princess like me, must be an honour," she mocked under her breath, careful not to leave out the tones of obvious scorn amongst her words. If she had to endure the torturous companionship of these two vampires (who by this point had basically abducted her for a purpose unbeknownst to her), the least she could do was give them hell.

The Prince's arm stiffened around her, but was careful to not make contact with the mutilated tears upon her back. His touch was cold, and his pale skin glistened between bouts of thinning trees. Peering closer, she remarked at the bright glow of his yellow eyes, and –despite no audible beating of a heart- his lips were tinged a faint red. She observed the dark, feathered wings on his back that still hadn't dematerialized from the incident, and wondered silently what the extent of his power was- for she had seen no other vampire with wings of any sort. Shifting in his grasp, the princess winced slightly as her wings brushed the weak spot on her back.

"Careful, Princess," The Prince hissed lowly, pulling her closer to his side. Serena uncomfortably shifted again and pushed him away as much as she could. Given, if she had had all her strength, she'd have given him a lot more than a feeble 'push'.

"For the love of the gods, cut the in-formalities. Just call me Serena," she sniffed, tired of the Prince's certified remarks. Even for her, there was so much 'princess' she could take. In the dark, he glanced over, a single eye-brow raised. Ahead of them, blending in with the dense undergrowth, Fangorn threw his head back with a laugh.

"Don't get too close, lover boy over there may just bite." he shot with a cackle that ricocheted off the trees like a never-ending bullet. Soren tensed and ground his teeth together, thin wisps of smoke curling from his tightly gripped hand. The princes eyes darkened.