Beast of the Night

Dimly Lit Blood Feast - NINE

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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The tan head of Vee popped out of the wide square window, staring down at the torn red suit, and a man covered in blood helping the aged coachmen to their feet. The beast almost looked normal to Vee, if it hadn't been for his rare-raven long hair pulled into a tight top bun, and his long black claws that were scraped and dull.

The boy started with a stubbornly confused face. Bodies laid everywhere around him. The grey cobblestone was now paved in a shining red liquid, reflected by the moonlight. Even with all the chaos, the beast of Vees eyes had an elegant and urbane look.

As the pure blood looked around the dimly lit blood feast, scoffing with a wrinkle in his forehead, caused by the disgust,

The dusty raven hair asked to the tanned men he held up, their backs turning down with their pain and age, "Are you all right? We are right outside of the gates, let me escort you."

Just as Ennard Ambrogio set the coachmen to their feet, he fell to the shinned crimson stone with a large thud. His eyes had closed, and his pale face had curved in a forced sleep. He had been negligible of his starved state, the black blood within him had been used up. The beast's heart was never pumping, lifeless unless he had the donated of a human prey. He tried to live on animal blood, as did every lower vampire, but as a pure blood, he had odd side effects. The man went insane with his starvation, his mind overworked with the fear of death. His life was a sojourn and could fall from his grip at any moment. But now, it was not Ennard's mind that was running with inevitable fear, it was Vee Elrod's.

"Sir Ennard," Vee yelled out as he jumped out the carriage to the stone, his back sending a shooting ache with his wound. The human screamed in agony but stood to his weakened feet and stumbled to the fallen male. If this beast died, he would be thrown back into a cage, or worse; he needed Ennard alive.

The two oldened vampires leaned on each other till they entered the rusted gates of the mansion. It had only been a quarter kilometer away, as they changelings had waited close to Ennard Ambrogio's fortress. Lowly vampires were like animals to others; eating everything in sight, and uncapable of talk with one who had a sane mind. Ennard knew of their unquenchable stomachs and enforced a precedent to only have a quart of the supplies delivered to the lower towns. They then believed killing the leader and creator of the vampires would redress the chaos that they had caused.

Vee kneeled before the cold skinned raven hair, and suddenly remembered his family. His wife's horrible yet soothing culinary; his sons freckled pale face, smiling up to his father as he held a stuffed rabbit; their eyes as Vee walked into the opened front door, to see his beloved family torn to nothing but lifeless meat. The thought of liquidating the beast of the night had not crossed his mind, nor had the thought of helping any of the other lowly vampires.

Coming back with many domestics, the two men stayed behind the small group, pointing to the location of the fallen pure blood. One of the servants, coerced his way through the human, pushing him aside, straight to the ground, to pick the heavy but skinny beast up. His tanned skin and pursed lips had been covered by shaggy platinum hair; his burly figure made it obvious of his strength and worth to the other servants.

He pulled Ambrogio up from the stone with a careful swift movement and waved his head in the direction of the castle, "come," the servant softly mumbled to the human before walking towards the ajar gates. Vee was astonished at the male's calm state in the presence of a human, such as himself, whose neck was purely clean of teeth marks, and whose wrists were visible past his puffy white sleeves. Even the smell of his blood had not yet faded, but no one dared to come any closer than was allowed by the unconscious owner. Nevertheless, the hunter stood slowly in pain, huffing with his exhaustion

Ennard Ambrogio's head drooped downwards in the servant's arms, his eyes now slightly open with the remains of his strength, his chin facing to the night sky that shined with the stars. The pureblood glanced past the domestic who carried him and let out the faintest of growls. In response, the servant tilted his tanned sunken face down to the raven hair and turned his head to where Ennard's eyes shot. He saw the pale haired human standing slowly with effort; he waved his dumbfounded expression to the group of smaller, less muscular and more housekeeper-servants, giving them the signal to help the struggling boy. The group stood motionless till Sir Ennard growled once more in weak irritation, instantly turning back to the boy. Two slid their arms over the boys wounded back, taking Vee's unsteady arms, and wrapping it to their skinny necks, forcing each step towards the large gate with gentleness.

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