The door opened. Five vampires entered the cool, dark chamber with machine guns, dressed in black, their boots buckling on the tiles. Behind the four soldiers, Kraven limped with a cringed face. Tonight was the night everything was set right.
With Amelia and Viktor dead, Marcus Corvinus was the last Elder to eliminate, then Kraven would secure his position of power in the Vampire Coven. His next prey would be Selene, the traitorous bitch and her bastard boy toy Michael. The thought of them sharing the same bed left a bitter taste in his mouth.
A vampire with a lycan hybrid was an abomination!
The men approached the vault crypt marked with an M seal on the floor. Marcus slumbered inside of it. The lycan Singe laid dead next to the seal but Kraven paid no mind.
"Open it," Kraven ordered./p
"One of the soldiers knelt down to twist the seal. The locks unbolted. Little gears started to wheel and grind against each other. The sarcophagus rose like a monolith from the ground. Kraven's soldiers licked their lips and cocked their guns. It was empty
"Kraven approached the casket. Just as he was about to inquire, a thud broke the silence. The soldiers looked around apprehensively wondering if it came from the walls.
The floor? The ceiling?
Another thud.
Definitely the walls.
Kraven was not sure if his pathetic fear heightened his senses or stressed them. A faint thud came from the floor.
The floor cracked near them. The tiles were pushed outward. A figure blasted upwards and spread its wings, screeching.
The terrified goons could not stop and analyze the stranger. Instead they fired their guns, spraying bullets. But the creature seemed to use the darkened room to its advantage. It flew from one corner to the next and punctured the soldiers with what looked like spears. None of them could figure it out for almost all were dead before they could think or blink.
Kraven, however, was the last one standing. Dimwitted and stunned, he stared at the monster hovering across the room from him.
The gray creature looked like a male human with a chiseled physique like a Greek statue of a god. The only garment it donned was a black, elegant battle skirt. It flapped its wings, with the size and build of a pterodactyl, to stay above the ground and stare down Kraven with its black eyes. It snarled.
Kraven's sweat collected the blood of his dead underlings drenched on his head and dripped onto the floor from his long, slick hair. With haste, he pulled the gun up towards the beast and sprayed a few wild bursts. Before he could scream, Kraven felt a penetrating pain force under the distal ends of both his clavicles and was pushed across the room through the air. The strength was so incredible it caved the wall he slammed his back against into a crater.
Whether the two spears lodged in his shoulders or his back snapped in half, Kraven was not able to tell. The pain dug deeper into his flesh and Kraven slumped his head down, passing out. He was defeated.
Kraven slowly regained his consciousness and felt the hot breath of the creature against his face. He could make it out more. It was definitely not a man. Its teeth looked like they were pulled from a shark's mouth and it had no nose except two elongated pits as wide as a nasty cut. A long face with no hair with two winged ears protruding from both sides, it was more like a bat. The end of its sheathed wings were holding Kraven into the wall. It felt strangely arousing for Kraven. Then he started to recognize the face of the demon, it was a face he had not seen in centuries.
What if Singe was killed by Viktor and his blood pooled into the crypt?
"Marcus," gasped Kraven.
The bat creature grinned maliciously in acknowledgement. It then frowned just as quickly.
"The blood memories of this wretched creature," Marcus motioned to Singe's corpse, "have shown me that your treachery knows no bounds."
Kraven trembled in fear and tried to move but the force pinning him against the stone wall held him in place. He might as well have broken his back from the impact.
"My lord," he begged, "I can explain –"
"Why would I listen to your lies," retorted Marcus, "when the journey to the truth –"
Why did he pause?
Marcus extended his claw hand and gently grasped Kraven's jawline from underneath. He leaned towards his prey and sneered.
"…is so much emsweeter/em," he finished deliciously.
Kraven knew what was coming and his eyes widened as his bloodied lips quivered. Marcus' potent hand tilted his victim's head to the left exposing the vulnerable jugular.
With a ravenous growl, the Elder Vampire swiftly bit into Kraven's neck. The blood squirted profusely down Kraven's chest. The pitiful coward tried to shout but the shock was too great.
What was he looking for?
Kraven knew it was over for him but he felt strangely aroused being overpowered by a more alpha vampire even if it wasn't female. It was no different than being drained by a bunch of concubines who gave him company and pleasure. However, he longed for Selene to be his companion; it shall never happen. Marcus' bare chest pressed hard against his own and suddenly he felt a great erection protrude from his pants.
Might as well.
But the blood loss was so tremendous, Kraven's manhood faltered and fell limp.
Marcus felt the rod rise and fall against his body so he grabbed Kraven's package and squeezed with all his might. Kraven unleashed a gurgled howl. Blood and cum spilt all over in his pants. It was his final humiliation. He was castrated.
I am beaten.
Kraven's executioner felt ecstatic. He has not consumed a meal in centuries save for the lycan behind him. His pupils dilated as he searched through his victim's memories and sunk his teeth further into the pale neck.
It was delightful. He saw Kraven's past.
I remember Kraven fought alongside me against those feral lycans hundreds of years ago…Yes, Viktor killed Selene's family but spared her. Kraven knew all along…A disaster Kraven was made head of the Coven…Lucian…Viktor is dead?! By Selene herself. How interesting…That necklace. That's what I'm looking for. It's the key…What's this? Who is this beautiful girl straddling this scum? Erika? Looks like I can have a little fun before I hunt Selene down.
Markus' member hardened and throbbed at the thought.
With a great thrash of his head, Marcus pulled away from the drained Kraven. His mouth caked in blood and dripping from his lips. The bat monster released an orgasmic moan of ecstasy and opened his eyes to gaze upon the empty shell he held. Kraven was pale white and the vessels in his eyes popped red.
The master released his hand from the throat to allow him for one final say. Kraven weakly moved his head up and the words were barely uttered.
"Please…I can assist you."
Marcus felt amused by the husk's plea.
"Oh, you already have," sneered the beast.
The wings ripped out from Kraven's shoulders but before he could groan in agony, the mighty sharp ends cut half his head off. Only a hanging jaw was left intact.
