Beast of the Night

We'll Be Rich - TWO

Grabbed by the wrists suddenly, Vee screamed out as he was pulled back in the bushes, short black nails digging into his skin as he fell unconscious under the tight grip.

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"I knew I smelt something strange," the man holding Vee, whose head now hung in a forced sleep, growled at the two humanoids behind him. "We'll be rich! Theres not a single mark on the human's skin."

"Well, there will be a mark if you keep squeezing the fragile man's wrist so tightly." The two tall, dark haired woman and man, almost perfectly identical, showed their small but two razor-sharp canine teeth in a smile, walking towards the two. The beast holding the human brushed his nose against his softened peach locks, wavy at its short ends. Vee had the scent of an angel, almost fooling the vampire to believe he was a harmless flower.

"Hah..." the woman wheezed slightly in a snicker, "he's like a little doll."

"But won't that increase his value? Aristocats are quite hungry with lust these days."

The burly man holding Vee tightly to his feet let out a scoff of laughter, feeling a slight squirm of the man held in his forearms. ""Look't that! The bastards moving, we better hurry."

After a moment of scrutinizing the features of Vee Elrod, the two siblings looked around for a carriage of some sort. The two growled when they stepped over the bodies of their own kind, shining crimson liquid draining from the many small torn holes. As the two approached the still vampire holding Vee, they brought the hunter through the shrubs, pricking Vee's skin with the thorns of scattered rose bushes. They threw the human into the empty cage of the deceased group's, kicking the grey horse's rump before jumping into the saddle.

All of this was happening much too fast for the terrified man to process. Vee was trembling like a leaf. His tight little hands clutched onto the air, not even able to make it to the bars of the box cage, the closed pale peach eyes glistening with tears. The small man cried out with little whimpers, defeating the suffocating silence of the forest. With the laying position, on the cold metal ground of the cage, his body tingled with exhaustion and fear. He wished to stay asleep. Couldn't the Lord grant him just that? Vee whimpered again, this time audible to the vampires in the front of the carriage. But the creature that had captured Vee was right near the cage, bending down on his knees to see one of the men sprawled lifelessly out in the grass.

"Quiet. Before I rip out that pretty little throat of yours," the unnamed man with dark threatening eyes growled at the crying man, slowly rising from his knees. The vampire stepped over, slamming the palm of his hand on the bars of the cage to make Vee flinch.

Their impetus was only to gain riches beyond what they ever had possessed. The three relatives watching Vee were from the lowly changelings of the vampires, treated like the dust they came from. If they could be rich upper town inhabitants, their lives would finally change for the better. The smirking attacker by Vee's cage stepped away from the trembling man and hopped into the coach box. Soon, Vee fell under a spell of sleep from the coldness and the exhaustion he had endured.

As the carriage bumped and rattled over the unpolished cobblestone of the town, they passed the extoled castle of their feared leader, filled with withering but well-pruned plants and a long winding stone driveway. Shielding its beauty hung large rusted and barred gates, sharp threatening points at its tip, showing no amicable characteristics.

The large doors to the castle creaked open, a shined black shoe tipped out of the cracked door, followed by an extending hand. The hand was soft to the touch, its black claws extending twice as long as any others, retracting in its skin suddenly as the palm faced up. The hand waved in the air, checking for any rays of sun as the same figure stepped out onto the wide curving stairs. The tall and slender young man hid his face with a red masquerade eye mask, one black feather popping out of the side. He was the quintessence of a wealthy and powerful man. His red velvet tuxedo was perfectly ironed and tailored, his hands fixing its rim as he stood still. The entire world of vampires knew of this man's adroit but destructive reputation, as he had created all the beasts, and all the bloodshed.

The mysterious male had his shining black hair tightly pulled into a top Chinese bun, a golden hair stick running through its side. Slowly stepping down the stone stairs, his posture showed his meticulous nature, as everything had been flawless. A large carriage, a glossy black, the horses guiding it as black as the night itself, pulled up to the wide end of the stone slabs. The driver had grey strands of hair falling to his pure white beard, stress wrinkles covering his face as he stepped out; this male's hand folded behind his hunched back and he bowed his head in respect, opening the back of the carriage doors.

"Sir Ennard, as an honored guest, we should not have them wait longer. I hear the auction has found a valuable at last minute," the older male almost whispered in a hoarse voice, his smaller fangs showing slightly as he spoke.

The man called Sir Ennard Ambrogio stepped into the car with a quick nod, his lower face curved in a frown. "Very well," the man muttered before the door closed softly after him, and the smiling shofar drove away.

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