Of Dragons & Vampires

Chapter Twenty

"Get the fuck off me!"

Constantine glared as he stood on the shore of Isle Saero, watching as Mordecai dragged a struggling form towards the remaining boats that hadn't been capsized and destroyed by the Mers. His small army had taken a beating, a harder one than he had expected, and he'd been forced to order a retreat. It was humiliating. Vampires forced to retreat. His father was going to be infuriated.

"Pericles! Are you going to let them do this to me?" The small form, that Constantine took a wild guess and supposed it was Evander, screamed at his lieutenant as Mordecai rolled his eyes and dragged him through the sand.

"So that's Evander?"

Constantine looked down at one of his senior soldiers, whose eyes scaled the smaller boy. Mordecai flung him into one of the boats, smacking him back down into the wood when Evander tried to get back up. He watched as Pericles reluctantly held his shouting brother still as Mordecai clasped iron handcuffs around his wrist, a small smile playing at Mordecai's lips as Evander squirmed and gasped as the metal burnt his skin.

"Yes."

"What a pretty boy, I see why Mordecai wanted him back." The solider grinned, boarding their boat with Constantine following.

Of course Constantine could see the appeal in Evander, he was ridiculously gorgeous, even for a vampire, but the kid was just so damn annoying. He had no sense of loyalty, rejected his kind and was flapping around like a fish out of water trying to get out of the boat. If you asked him, he prayed to the Gods that Mordecai would keep him around just to enjoy his body and find someone a lot more suitable to marry.

"Stop struggling, Evander," he smiled cruelly at the vampire. Evander stopped wriggling and glared with as much malice as he could muster at Atlas's eldest son. If looks could kill.

"You know I wonder," Constantine glanced around at the shore as his boats began their hasty retreat, his soldiers lining the sides in preparation for another mer attack, "if your little worm of a boyfriend is dead yet."

Evander snarled, kicking out and missing Constantine's face by an inch. "You wish you were that lucky. He's going to rip your fucking head off!"

Constantine drew back his fist, slamming it into the side of his face and snapping Evander's head to the side.

Mordecai huffed. "Can you not damage him?" He scowled, looking down at Evander at his feet. He could smell the dragon on him still, it made the blood in Mordecai's veins burn with rage. He had plans, he had so many plans on how to strip that smell bare from every inch of Evander's skin.

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Abel ran to the shore, the pounding of a thousand supernatural feet behind him as they hunted down and slaughtered any straying vampires who had missed the retreat. Hundreds of vampires had come and now only a handful managed to flee. He grinned, watching as Jamie, in his wolf form, chased and leapt at a screaming solider, his jaws clamping around their head and yanking. It came clean off. Reagan followed, a torch in her hand as she threw the flames onto the body, watching with a smirk as skin peeled from bone and turned to ash.

"This isn't over."

Abel turned to the voice, watching Colette land beside him, her wings flickering. Stray strands of brown hair stuck out from her ponytail, and her bare feet were coated in crusted blood. She looked mad with adrenaline and Abel had no doubt she had enjoyed incinerating every vampire she had laid eyes on.

"I know, but at least most of us are safe." He eyed the bodies of his fallen comrades strewn across the beach. They had lost many, but not as much as the vampires, and not enough to defeat them and quash the rebellion. He caught sight of Amber and Wyatt jogging up to him, an iron cross bow in the witch's hand as he looked around at the fallen and the injured.