Alpha Xavier

Chapter 31- Flustered

Two bodies lay in front of me, both lacking in the head department. Crimson liquid plastered the walls and the floor, even me, as if a drunk man had been feeling generously artistic with a lidless red paint can.

My body was tired, my limbs burning and churning with indescribable pain, but I wasn't done yet. More screeching radiated from the fields heading towards the house, inching closer and closer with every passing second. Now I understand why Xavier called them Gremlins. Evil, slippery little devils.

I had a deep wound on my cheek, my rib cage and my back. My blood had mixed with the blood of the vampires and I couldn't tell whose was whose at this point. However, my guess was that the majority of it was mine.

My features screwed together as I pulled myself up from my kneeling position and stood in my fighting stance. Screaming in protest, my shaking limbs gathered up enough strength to hold my arms by my sides, covering my face with my fists for protection.

I released a loud groan of pain, feeling the blood pour from my side and drip on to the floor like a pool of spilt paint. My hands had just finished tightly tying one of the pack members shirts around my side to help stop the bleeding.

"I'm ready," I whispered, composing myself.

"Oh little Luna," I heard a scratchy voice hiss.

"You assholes just won't stop huh?" I asked breathlessly as a woman stepped through the door.

A dark cloud appeared around my vision and I knew it wouldn't be long until I collapsed from exhaustion and blood loss.

"Lord," she hissed, "you look like shit."

"And you look like Lucifer ran out of inspiration when he made you, ugly bitch," I spat deep red onto the floor as my chest heaved.

"Your insults are-" she paused, her features morphing into pain and anger.

- hilarious? Yeah, I know.

"Jonathon?" She whispered, staring at one of the headless bodies. My latest victim.

Snorting as I swayed side to side, "Well now he's Goneathon, thanks to yours truly," I smirked, holding my fists up, ready for her to lunge.

Even in pain I was still funny. Although, I should probably prevent provoking furious blood-sucking-lycan-killing machines in the near future.

Her eyes met mine and she released a snarl before crouching down on all fours ready to pounce.

But before she could move and inch her spindly white skin any closer, another creature walked through the splinters of wood and glass, planting down a hand and gripping her shoulder, tightly.

"Sister, she can't take two of us," he whispered, as if I couldn't hear.

Tell that to your friends.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a few of the men arise from the living room and a couple of brave women. I held out my hand to tell them to sit down, "shut the doors and then stay with your families," I called, "you don't want to see this."

"How lovely," the man smiled, his ruby stained fangs flitting out from under his curled lip, "you think you stand a chance."

"Just make sure you tell Xavier I tried."

A tear almost fled my eyes and I knew this would be it. One was already tough to handle, but in my condition especially, two would kill me. He was right. I didn't stand a chance.

One of the men hesitated before nodding, reluctantly closing the doors to the room. I heard a click and momentarily closed my eyes in relief.

"So? Who wants a go first?" I challenged.