Beast of the Night

Get It Away - THIRTEEN

Ennard's pure, shining black hair, that was loosened out of its bun, and fell messily over the silk mattress, which Vee assumed would fall easily past his upper waist; the narrowed, gentle features that was beyond humanly beautiful; the ivory skin, never seen by the sun, or greeted by the tanning of Vee's skin. It all made sense, in a way.

"He, is the eldest Ambrogio?"

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Vee Elrod could not process the words to reply, nor would his mouth move to his commands. His hand instantly pulled up from the grip with fear, his heart raging in his chest. Lorelei Day turned her head with a nonchalant stare, "yes, my boy."

One male servant slowly walked into the room, his hands dusty and rough, the winded dark-brown hair falling over his face in a shield. He had been carrying a plastic pack of pig's blood, small enough to fit in two hands, but filled to the brim. He passed the human that sat motionless next to him and held the side of the pack to Ennard's nose. If he had any strength, Ennard would be ramming into walls with his craze for life. 

"Get it away..." mumbled the pale vampire.

The raven-hair's nostrils twitched is refusal, knowing the affects that would bequeath him if he had a taste. The servant who held the bag raised his hand and pinched the pale nose of the pureblood. 

"I know it tastes bad, but you must have something," said the servant with a malevolent tone, "why don't you just eat the human beside you."

When Ambrogio's mouth opened to gasp, the man held the transparent crimson pack under the beast's long fangs. The hand that held his twitching nose retracted, letting Ennard bite down, a shik noise coming from the impaled pouch. Ennard growled weakly onto the already half empty container, his eyes still stubbornly shut to the cogent domestic. 

The blood pack was no panacea, as it caused horrible affects for a pureblood such as him. Losing his mind, for one, was already taking place, as the pig's blood did not belong in his veins, and his body tried to force it out with shooting pains. Ennard groaned out, his hands shaking immensely, and his back arching with pain. Laughing suddenly escaped the purebloods lips, his eyes finally opened to reveal a disfigured crimson color. It sent shivers down Vee's spine to see the entirety of a man falling deep into insanity. But, somehow, the vampire finally regained control of his mind; he was stronger than all his brothers, who would not have survived such pain. Usually, as Ennard had ascertained from his youngest brother, a pureblood would never come out of insanity from the foreign blood. But this was the fourth time Ennard Ambrogio had survived such a painful end.

Just as Vee's panic was deepening from the claws shooting out, the psychotic laughter, and the strengthening threat, he stumbled back in his seat; his hand that previously held the infamous purebloods hand starting to tingle. But something made the raven-hair finally calm down. 

The servant had asked why Vee was not devoured. He was sure that the uncanny male had resisted the taste of the human because of the blood-loss he had already experienced. But maybe this vampire was merciful.

There was a loud crash of a carriage into the outside stone stairs. 

"AMBROGIO!"

There was running, then a pound at the door.

Ennard's eyes darted to the door of the room, his dripping mouth spitting out the foul taste of animal. He slowly sat up, causing the servants to converge at the exit of the bedroom in protest.

"Move, now. That is my brethren's voice." 

The domestics glanced around to each other, slowly flooding from the door with worry.

"But master, you are not well!" shouted one of the domestics, "invulnerable or different, you must rest, we will shoo the Sir away," shouted another.

Vee grazed his vision to the man sitting up weakly, seeing his expensive velvet suit now tattered and torn, his hair slowly falling out of the tie that held it up. The scrupulous man was now the quintessence of a mess. Ennard Ambrogio placed his hands on the blood-stained sheets and painfully brought himself up to his shaking feet. A grumble escaped his mouth, the ends of his frown curving down in utter hatred. The pureblood stumbled to the door, Vee standing and running after him. 

The pureblood sniffed the air with a tired expression plastered over his face and turned to the human who was much smaller than him, "stay here, do not open this door for my brother."

The pureblood sniffed the air with a tired expression plastered over his face and turned to the human who was much smaller than him. "Stay here, do not open this door for my brother, nor anyone else." 

The pale man closed the door with a click and walked off to the pounding at his wooden castle doors. The second youngest brother, named Adriel, was the one obviously not skulking around. Adriel had always been supercilious and a very compulsive liar. No one liked this boy. His pale brown hair fell messily to his shoulders, small curls at the bottom; his wide and innocent eyes hiding the longing to expunge his eldest brother. He was a small and skinny boy, no more than five hundred years of age, but he appeared seventeen. The top hat matching his suit, lightly placed on the side on the side of his head, had a veil along the edges, hiding his complexion from the rising sun. After years and years of dispersing the Lower Town and causing all the riots and blood baths between the towns, he finally felt a sense of attainment. Thats why he came back. There was one part of his equation missing.

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