Beast of the Night

Silence - EIGHT

He slipped his hand over the boy's lower back, making sure he would not touch the wound. The pure blood growled at all who stared, his black protective claws suddenly shooting back out with his stress as he swept Vee up to his arms, straight off the ground. The suited male wrapped his arms around Vee, the boy's arms clung to Ennard's neck in fear of falling abruptly, "p, put me down monster!"

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The pure blood didn't mind the soft skin of the human's arms wrapping around his neck, but to Vee, the forearms holding him tightly above the ground, pressing him to the raven hair's chest was harassment. He loved the challenge Vee pursued. Those who blindly followed orders from the pure blood were much too pliable. The smell of Vee's skin was punitive to Sir Ennard Ambrogio's nose; It pained his hungering mind to hold back, but he knew the human was in no condition to suffer from his bite.

"Hunter, you kill those I worked hard to turn, don't you?" Ennard broke the silence with a daring and knowing question, which made Vee utterly confused.

"I'm called Vee Elrod, not hunter..." the smaller man had not understood what the vampire meant, nor did he want to say any more than he had to. 

He didn't reply, his now faded grey eyes glancing to the carriage and back to the boys, "we need to hurry before a changeling sees you. I don't have the strength to fight off a town at the moment."

Vee stared with a bit of surprise. At the moment? How strong was this vampire when he was not deprived of life?

Quickly carried to the dark carriage, Vee was set carefully onto the leather seat once the greyed coachman opened the creaking door. Although the old man who held the reigns to the horses would not admit it, he found the human exhilarating. It had been such a while since he had seen a live one, just as many lower vampires had not. Ennard Ambrogio looked around the pitch blackened night with suspicion of adversaries, finally stepping into the raised carriage with grace; the metal decorated door closed quietly after him, and after a moment, hurried off with the clicking of horseshoes on the cobblestone.

Silence stayed within the cabin of the carriage, the raven hair staring to the boy with an inclement frown. Vee Elrod knew of the terrifying gaze, trying his best to avoid contact, even in the tight space. The looming air was damp and dreary, each bump of the carriage sounding as if it was a bucket of rain into an endless puddle.

Vee desperately wanted to return to the hidden village of his own kind after seeing these beasts closely. Especially the one sitting a few centimeters away from him. The raven hair was his demise, and he could do nothing to stop it. He had no rifle, he had none of his own clothes, and he had no family to overpower the pureblood; and even if he was to escape, he would be alienated for surviving such a dishonorable capture. He would be a burden to humankind and would be thrown out to the vampires once again. Humans would despise him, as Vee despised them. Was this punishment from God, for all the blood he had spilled to save what could not be saved? The carriage threw Vee out of his muse when it had halted abruptly, the horses screaming out as they were pulled violently.

Outside of the transportation, swarms of lower vampires banged and shouted to the open frames, kicking the horses heels and tearing at the metal doors. Vee, craven looking side to side for some form of explanation, was hushed by the raven's pale hand to his top hair, keeping his head still.

'Sir, you are in no condition to go out, let us-" the two aged in the coachbox insisted, but before pulling the reigns, both males were thrown straight from the open coach box to the floor. Two thuds and loud wails spread through the noisy crowd, the carriage not moving forwards, only rocking side to side. Vee glanced faintheartedly to the window, seeing the filthy shouting vampires, starved to insanity.

"Sir Ennard," Vee started, but once his head turned to the bench seat, and the spot where the raven hair would have sat, he realized no one was listening. He had vanished without a sound, and without opening the door to the carriage, "Ennard?"

Was it artifice of a powerful and wise beast, some form of great skill? The human's mind could not comprehend all of what the mysterious creature had done. The man who called himself Ennard Ambrogio had torn open a purely metal cage, as solid as iron, had killed a beast in a matter of seconds, and now, disappeared before Vee's very eyes. But as the rocking of those who pushed on the carriage suddenly ceased, the boy knew Ennard had not vanished.

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