Vamper : The Return of The Queen (BOOK#1)

Chapter Eight : The Rise Of The Moon

   For two weeks, Marceline, Damien and Zen had been hard-working to learn, improve and master their old and new abilities. Meanwhile, Clyde was informed that Fenrir, the alpha, had reached the castle where he wanted to investigate mainly about what happened to the strongest beta, Radolf. The alpha sent his servants to fetch him the vampires that were responsible for breaking one of the rules he had put when he took over the land which was to give into each command a high ranked werewolf ordered and if a human, vampire or a low ranked werewolf had ever tried to resist, they would be immediately considered as a violator and as a punishment; they will be executed in front of every living-being.

   Zen looked at the distant trees as he was wrapped in his own thoughts, who could blame him? He was about to fight his own kind.

   “You can still surrender if you are not sure about your choice,” a voice brought Zen back to reality as he looked at the figure standing behind him.

   “No, I’m going to fight by her side,” he said, looking at a certain young woman who was working on mastering her weapon. 

   “I still don’t fully trust you but, I expect you will make sure she’s out of any deadly danger,” Clyde said, as Zen smiled and nodded without any spoken words. Suddenly, Clyde got his sword out and attacked Zen who sensed his movements and dodged out the way.

   “I see you have also put your focus on your senses during your training,” the brown-haired man said as he charged at Zen who was smirking, thus the two of them got into practicing for the whole day.

   Days later and the trio were ready for their battle. Marceline turned to look at her uncle and Silia who had accompanied them to the barrier as the two smiled at them, Marceline had walked to her uncle when he brought her into a farewell hug which was returned by the light-brown-haired woman. Then Clyde looked at the two young men and nodded his head as they returned the nod.

   “Good luck,” Silia said as she smiled at Marceline and embraced her, then the pink-haired woman looked at Damien and a slight blush had traveled to her face when she saw the young man’s eyes meet her gaze.

   “Goodbye,” Clyde finally said as the three turned to take their leave, the trip was quiet and the castle had more guards and servants. Instead of looking for an entrance to sneak through, Marceline, Damien and Zen walked to the main gate collecting all the guards’ attention giving the signal to a rough battle to start, Marceline had refused to sneak into the place she used to call home and made up her mind to break through the main gate towards the same throne room, but of course they had to get rid of the werewolves blocking their way even some vampires who were either forced to follow the alpha’s commands or intentionally followed him. 

   Marceline used the ‘sickle of death’ to cut her enemies into half, Damien used his sword’s new abilities to easily slash and cut his opponents while Zen used his body strength to destroy the werewolves and rarely used his sword. The three of them made their way forcefully to their destination where they found a grey-haired young man with bright-yellow eyes sitting on the throne while crossing his legs and resting his head in his fist; he wore a white long leather jacket which was decorated with some black threads across the chest that matched with his white pants and black boots, Zen and Damien got rid of the guards surrounding the lightened room by the fire burning in some torches hanging on the walls while Marceline stared with her grey eyes at the man before her, his bright-yellow eyes burned through her soul as both pairs of eyes delivered anger, hatred and grudge to each other.

   More werewolves entered the throne room as Zen and Damien got in position in order to protect Marceline, “Stop,” Fenrir suddenly said and got up from the throne as he walked down stairs, not tearing his eyes off Marceline’s.