Chapter Three
Last Meal had just ended and Wrath had issues to attend to. The reports of a group of males taking matters into their own hands worried the king along with Xcor and his bastards. But these males were organized and fast when it came to cleaning their mess. Not once had the Brothers seen them face-to-face. The only thing that they saw was the males taking off after killing groups of lessers and disappearing into the night.
Taking off his wraparounds and rubbing his eyes, Wrath placed his glasses back in place and listened to the Brothers. Because he was blind, he had to rely on his seeing dog, George, and his hearing when he knew he wasn't alone in the study. Tohrment was standing next to his king while the other brothers were in their usual spots. Rhage was all over the couch and unwrapping one of his candies. Zsadist and Phury were leaning next to one of the many windows that were now covered in steel to protect them from the sun. Vishous was at a table pouring himself some Goose and Butch made himself comfortable on one of the other couches. John Mathew stood next to the door that led to the mansion with Qhuinn next to him and Blaylock nearby.
The group was almost whole when the doors opened and Rehvenge, king of the sympaths, walked in. Even though he wasn't part of the Brotherhood, he was in town when the attacks happened and he wanted to know what was going on. Xhex was right behind him and closed the doors. She looked at John, her hellren, for a second before taking her spot next to Rehv.
With everyone here, Wrath started the meeting.
"I think we've allowed these males run around playing hero long enough," he started.
The Brothers nodded their heads in agreement. It was dangerous to have a group of males in the streets hunting the enemy. The Brothers didn't know the way they thought and didn't know if they would be a liability. It was only a matter before they got themselves killed or a civilian. The Brotherhood couldn't have the deaths of innocent vampires on their consciousness.
Tossing his drink straight up, Vishous walked up the Wrath and handed Tohr one of the folders he had been holding. He then tossed the rest to Hollywood to pass around. In every folder was the best snap shots camera surveillance V could get the males. Anyone could tell they were brothers since the four of them had the same hair color and eyes. Every single one of them was armed with just about the same tools the Brothers used except the one that looked in charge. While the others used guns and knives, he used only a sword and nothing else.
A small gasp comes from the front and everyone looked at Tohr. Even Wrath's head perked to his left when he heard his friend make a sound. Tohrment started to rush through the folder that the pages nearly blurred. When he came to the last picture, he stared at the front page that had the picture of the male wielding the sword.
"You okay, bro?" asked Rhage.
Tohr probably didn't mean to do it but he threw the folder on Wrath's desk that the picture flooded all over the top. Rubbing his own eyes, he looked at his fellow Brothers. Since he had been in the Brotherhood the longest, he remembered one member that had wielded a sword. He also remembered the Brother had sons of his own.
"His name is Nightmahre. And if I'm right, those are his brothers."
"Mehrcy's boys!"
Heads turned to V. He peeked at the photos he collected before slapping himself on the forehead. "I'm such a fucking idiot! How could I not recognize them?"
"It's been centuries since we saw them. And back then it was only Nightmahre."
"Can someone please explain what's going on?" moaned Qhuinn.
Since Tohr remembered the male way better than Vishous, he took the floor on this one. "There was once a Brother named Mehrcy. I remember seeing him a few times with Darius when they would hunt down lesser.The male wasn't too keen on making friends. He always kept to himself and never listened when we found groups of lessers. And he always favored using a sword. He favored it so much that instead of having a black dagger, he made a black sword."
"I don't remember anything about the male," Wrath said.
"You never met him, my lord. He left the Brotherhood after he mated a Chosen. I saw him on rare occasions and that's how I met his first born. Nightmahre was still young and had time before going through his transition but he was already a master at the sword and a warrior at heart. I could say I'm not surprised to see him leading his brothers on these attacks."
Now that they had some info on the males, the Brotherhood managed to figure out who the other brothers were. Seeing that Sohrrow had to be the second-in-command, that made Ehnvy and Phride the soldiers who followed their older brothers. Going through the pictures, the Brothers recognized some places where they do their patrol and managed to map out their patterns.
If they were right, that meant Nightmahre and his brothers would be in the same spot Z, Rhage and Tohr would be tonight. The plan was that if they were there, Tohr would make the call for back-up so they could detain the brothers and bring them back to the mansion. But Wrath made it clear that if they fought back, the Brothers could use force to bring them in. Even if breaking bones were necessary, they had the go ahead to do so.
After confirming the plan, the meeting ended and the Brothers left the study until Tohr and Wrath were the only ones left. Once they were completely alone, Wrath rubbed his eyes again and stood. Knowing that his friend was still next to him, he figured was the time to get info that Tohr held back.
"What aren't you telling me?" Wrath ordered.
"My lord, there are only four brothers. I know for a fact that there are five."
"And how would you know that?"
Tohrment swallowed for a second as he recalled the memory. "When Mehrcy's shellan passed, I found out and saw Mehrcy with his sons in a pasture. They had just finished burying his shellan when I saw all of them. The one named Sohrrow had a twin named Ahnger. I don't see him in any of the pictures V collected."
"Maybe he died in battle?"
"Perhaps. From what we've found out about the recent attacks, it almost sounds like the brothers show little restraint when they battle. What surprises me most is that Mehrcy isn't here with his boys."
"Dying in battle is a high possibility if you say he was a member of the Brotherhood."
Tohr couldn't disagree on that conclusion. Besides, the Brother wasn't in any of the pictures. The ones they had to worry about were Nightmahre and his younger brothers. They were highly trained and could stand their own if a fight broke out tonight. The one Tohr and V agreed to be wary of was Nightmahre. Everyone could tell from the pictures that he was the last person to deal with. Tohr just hoped he wouldn't have to fight the male. A lot of things were in those eyes of his and the Brother knew that those were the eyes of someone who would kill just to die.
