GOLD

Finding Composure

My father always taught me 4 rules
1. Always count your exits, they are seconds away from your graves
2. Never turn your back on a vampire
3. Never kiss a werewolf
4. Never let them see you coming.

The seething bloodsuckers were crouched and ready to attack but they didn't, its been five minutes of stare down between mortals and hungry immortals. Suddenly a shadow emerged from the midst of them; his lithe grace was an irony to what he was, his face looked like it was sculpted in the era of the Greek gods out of absolute beauty. Growing up, I was taught that vampires used their immortal beauty to sway their prey before they strike. I stared hard at him as he walked towards me, he was a little taken aback that I wasn't put off by his face. He stopped in front of me and I swear his smile was literally a thousand watts.

"Hello young Miss Ashley" he said with suave in his voce.

I pushed Harriet to my side as I tightened my left fist ready to attack. I examined him and by the posture he posed, he looked to be an old vampire probably older than the 6 lackys that surrounded us. I still stared at him waiting for the unexpected, I took a side glance at one of the vampires facing Harriet and from his red-rimmed eyes I could tell he was the one opponent I would have difficulty in defeating , well him and Mr. cute and precious.

" let's cut the chivalry, I want your head, well not just me. It seems as if the whole supernatural community does" he said admiring his nails in a bored tone.

"no ooh or aah, you are just like your mother. I really did enjoy her blood. It was quite appealing just like yours is drawing to me now" he said the last part as his tongue traced his drawn out fangs and his once golden eyes turned ruby tracing every part of my body. With lightning speed, one of them by my far right lunged for Harriet diverting my attention from the guy behind us who was aiming for me. I quickly bent down flooring the one aiming for Harriet while I nodded the one who was aiming for me knocking him out cold.

I am no supernatural being but I have always had an amazing ability to withstand pain, extreme strength and agility and most of all, I could not be killed by a supernatural except through beheading. Harriet was screaming at the top of her lungs as one of the vampires grabbed her forearm twisting her to back him. While fighting off the one that pounced on my back the vampire that held Harriet stared straight at me with red eyes as he pushed her neck to the side giving him access to her carotid artery. Harriet stood crying and shaking violently as she pleaded at me with fear in her eyes to save her. I turned in anger as I twisted the neck of the approaching vampire. I was too late, he bit deep into her skin, giving a sinister smile, he kept on feeding off her. I rushed to where he was, I faked a right making him throw Harriet to the side and lunge for me. I dodged his advance going to the left, I twisted his arm backwards climbed unto his shoulder, twisted his neck till his head snapped off and I threw at the feet of the remaining vampires who were still waiting for the Mr. dazzling smile to give the command. 

"impressive" he said giving a mock clap. I rushed to Harriet to inspect the bite and it was a swollen red gash. She was crying and was spurting blood from her mouth. The bastard did not want to kill her, he wanted to turn her. She looked straight into my eyes, for a human who had lived in oblivion all her life about the supernaturals.

"Ash, am I going to die??" she asked still coughing up blood. I held her hand and it was getting colder by the minute, I stared at her and for a second I let my guard slip as I remembered the red bombshell she was when she walks into a room. I steeled myself for the next thing I was about to do. I got out my Russian steel blade and plunged it into her slow beating heart , the hurt and disappointment in her eyes were morphed by regret but I knew those eyes would haunt me forever. I wiped my bloody  hands on my combat jeans and stood up facing the four vampires who just watched the show.

"I stand corrected, you are your father's daughter" he said with a dry smile as he stared at the lifeless body of my best friend.

"it's a shame though that his head is currently a wall trophy for the wolf king" that finally got a rise out of me, I was doing the one thing my father told me to never do, losing composure.

"no" I said in a whisper but I knew he could hear me.

"don't worry, you will meet daddy dearest very soon and it will be the family reunion you always wanted" he said with a laugh.

I have always known I was not just a human being or any kind of supernatural so when it happened, I didn't question it, I felt the surge of power flow through me, eager to devour its opponent. One minute I was fighting off the thought of my father lying dead, the next minute I was standing in the midst of beheaded vampires. I barely stood around to comprehend what happened, I ran home like my life depended and for once it definitely did.

I ignored all logical reasoning of assessing any threat and barging in through the door, the upturned mess in the parlor urged my feet forward into the house. The sight before me made me loose every breath in my body as my full weight sank to the floor.  The only man I have ever known as my family was lying headless on our dining table and to put the cheery on top, the bastard who beheaded him stuffed an apple in his mouth.