*Sips drink* *raises brow* this isn't my favorite time to update. But hey, you bitches are up. I know you are. I'm chatting with most of you on twitter as i write this lmao!
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She contributed about 1000k to this chapter, to help speed up my writing/update Progress.
She had an alternate ending to section one. But I'll keep that underwraps. I don't think ya'll would've been ready for that one. So thank her give her a hug! Because it was her who kicked my ass into gear.
Oh and. I was pretty buzzed writing this so forgive some of the discombobulation lmao!
This was suppose to be a massive chapter with 3 chapters combined, but i split it. so one more chapter then we meet bella in chapter 6 i presume.
Warning:PARTIALLY UNBETA'D. Jenn is a bit busy, and you've guys waited so long, so i have to replace the chapter in the morning but i wanted to get this out to you. Mistakes are all mine! *runs to hide*
Onwards heathens!...
I regarded Mania carefully as scenarios, consequences, and repercussions swarmed and churned within the abysmal depths of my conscious.
My hardened eyes and still form revealed nothing of my decisions. Though, the anger that washed throughout my solid form tore through every defensive nerve in my body. Every muscle strained, rippled, coiled and pulled as my rigid, restrained figure yearned for the release of my ire.
A hiss escaped my lips and my eyes narrowed into thin slits, ultimately my focus was on her and only her.
The tension in the cabin was as thick as the blacked rolls of billowed smoke from a house fire. Rage washed throughout my very being as I took small, short, and slow steps towards her.
Her tiny clawed hands tightened on her prize as she brought her meal's flaccid body close to her tiny frame. A small defensive mewl escaped her throat as she backed away slowly from my imminent steps. She slipped into the shadow in the darkened quarters, lowly growling as my presence loomed a ways away from her.
Just as most contemptibly inadequate beings,
She hides…Or at least tried.
"Pathetic!" I bellowed as the cabin's walls quaked with the tenor of my tone. She retreated further into herself, shielding her meal in her arms, sucking the tender flesh of the boy's severed thumb in between her voracious lips.
There was a slight tremor in her body as she held onto him for dear life. Her wide fright filled eyes gaze at me with utter fear that pooled beneath the surface of her corneas, but still, she did not release him.
Nor had she planned to…
My fist tightened as the sharp, claw-like nails tore into the nerveless skin of my palm in wrath.
One simple fucking order. Just one. That was all she had to obey, and incompetently enough, she just couldn't comply to the word no.
That was really the fucking reason I was pissed. My skin literally crawled with disgust as I gazed upon her. It wasn't the loss of some pointless being's life, I honestly could care less, but it was because I said no.
My words rung true. I meant them.
Her wants ran true. She meant to defy me.
Mania's rebellion lit a fire so vast within me, that I had to stop from literally hurling myself towards her.
What she did, my daughter's saw. They saw she deliberately fucked over my command…
Hybrids are intelligent, curious, and strategist. If I let Mania get away with breaking a rule I made, then in their minds ' What is the point of having a leader if one disobeys him?'
I had to rectify the situation, and I needed to do it soon, or her poison would infect the hegemony and order I had within our coven.
I wanted their fear and their loyalty…and I knew just how to remedy that any doubt they could possess…
Where there was trust in Mania's strength, there was now uncertainty.
And anger…
I had a lot of fucking anger that dwelled inside of me.
She was my outlet.
Her indifference to who I am and what I said could not have pissed me the fuck off any more than I was.
A tremor bubbled through my body as snarled and crouched offensively towards her.
The hisses, cries, and pleas of her sisters' rose as the bottom of the hull absorb the sheer anger that raged through me.
My shoulders rolled back and I no longer held compassion for the submissive state of her whimpers.
Deep within the embedding of her discombobulated thoughts, my mind searched, it was then that I truly heard her fears.
They were not of me.
They were not of apologies.
But simply, a stolen fucking meal.
I roared, no longer giving a fuck about a single thing in the world at that moment but making her suffer.
The dull ache of my throbbing gums pulsed through my mouth as my fangs pierced through the firm, sensitive tissue.
My lips curled over the elongated, venom-soaked fangs as my chest heaved heavily with each unnecessary breath pulled into my lungs.
My body was a live wire, poised and ready to destroy.
Sheer power radiated around my susceptible cold flesh, just as the slight vibration of a battery in its partnering holster.
Mania stood petrified. She literally stood stock still, paralyzed, with the dead boy clutched to her chest, clothes drenched in his stale blood.
With matted hair and a stained face, I stalked towards her…
A feral roar tore from my chest as I smashed the bulkhead with my fist. Shards of wood flew in all directions, causing her sisters to abandon her perimeter and taking their place behind me.
Where they should be…
My jaw twitched in irritation.
Muscles rippled and bulged underneath my skin with an absolute power as I inched closer.
I swallowed back the venom that threatened to spill from the corners of my mouth and locked my eyes on my prey.
A force to be reckoned with, as I stood only a few feet before her terrified frame.
She screamed, "Father no!" as the boat juddered with every step of my stride. Hell was no match for the wrath that I would bestow upon her.
I'd have her screaming bloody murder from the fierypits of hell. She'd pay dearly if it were the last fucking thing I'd ever do.
"Retribution…" the word rolled off my tongue in a hiss, followed by a deep animalistic growl. My eyes narrowed into thin black slits. "Mania!"
Death was too sweet of a punishment. Too much of a powerful lost. A strong contradiction to the fact I spared the lives of asinine children.
So…No…No…
Her death wouldn't benefit me, but her redemption would come at a price. She would face something more sinister….
…Something that would stay with her until the day she ceased to exist.
She twitched in paranoia, only to start at the ground, suckling on the boy as a child would to a simple pacifier. Pointless tears, unshed tears filled her eyes.
My decision hung heavily in the air, looming above her head, irritatingly and suspense-fully unanswered. There wasn't anything she could do or say.
It was too late…
I could taste the sweet flavor of fear on the tip of my tongue.
I whipped my head back and inhaled thoroughly. My nostrils flared at the saccharinely scent that wafted menacingly in the air.
"Oh Mania…how you have defied me so…" I tsked as I shook my index finger back and forth, teasing her as if these were schoolyard games.
Her orbs widened and her small frame trembled as she hugged the corpse closer to her. The sharp noise of bone breaking awoke the sleeping beast within me when the crisp cinnamon scent billowed into my sinus.
Her mouth opened as she eyed the body, her mind begging me to let her finish. She looked pleadingly at me.
"No," I grounded out.
Upset, she seemingly remembered the wetness that sat upon her lip. "Just one drop," she thought, having forgotten I could hear her. Such a wretched mind a person of her immense power possessed. Her tongue instinctively slithered out from between her bloody lips and licked away the remaining, offending red substance in one clean swipe as if she were savoring the last drops of her last meal. Her body shivered, holding in a purr at the tantalizing taste of the forbidden fluid that she wrongfully coveted.
My fangs pulsed as my body shook from the anger that enveloped me whole. I pointed a pearl white claw in her direction. "Face me," I slithered. Just as the serpent from the fable of Adam and eve. I was a threat. My outer shell masked the rapacious leviathan that threatened to abscond its bind with every lingering moment she took to obey me.
Mania hissed and dropped the boy harder than necessary as she made her way to face her penance humbly.
She would repent for her sin.
The sin of mutiny….
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
The feverish moist thumps of her hybrid heart beat rapidly against her ribcage as she neared me. She carefully placed one foot in front of the other, slowing her impending penance. The floorboards of the Captain's quarters creaked eerily with every light step of her delicate feet.
"Do not fuck with me, Mania. Patience isn't one of my virtues."
I growled at her measured pace, spitting venom to the ground in annoyance as my body twitched in agitation with her presence. She hurried her steps and closed the distance between us before another growl erupted from my chest.
Mania gazed up at me, her expression fearful as her lips began to quiver waiting for the very words that would seal her punishment. She bit her lip harshly, drawing blood as the tip of her sharp fang pierced the delicate pink flesh.
My elongated fingers slipped soothingly around her neck as I pulled her forward. I held her firmly in my grasp, using my other hand to tilt her face towards mine. I watched with fascination as my hand instinctively tightened its hold, pressing up against her larynx. It would easy. It would be as easy as snapping an insignificant twig from a branch…
I resisted…but dragged her closer as the tips of her feet scraped and dug against the wooden planks splintering them in the process of her reluctance.
Bittersweet venom pooled into my mouth at an alarming rate, rising with the rage that boiled within my depths.
My black eyes locked onto hers. I asked no questions, for she would not return coherent answers. Her body quaked and twitch as I jabbed my finger into her chest roughly, shredding her shirt with my sharp nail. With my decision made, finality hung in the air, as a smirk flitted across my face.
"You…will remember this day," I sneered. My lips curled back from my venom-engorged fangs as I spat, "As I will leave you with a permanent reminder!"
And with that, I bared my fangs and bit into her shoulder blade, tearing deep within her flesh. Her severed limb fell instantly to the ground as the mix of venom and blood spurted wildly from the gaping wound.
In matter of seconds, her blood saturated the floor, painting it a vibrant scarlet as the thick, jarred scent filled the small space of the captain's quarters.
My eyes widened for a split second, marveling at the macabre sight before me. It was utterly breathtaking. Her torn, mangled flesh dangled in shreds at the wound site and continually bled…
She wouldn't die, but the pain…the fucking pain…would an agony she'll never forget.
Her head jolted back violently as she let out an agonized, bloodcurdling scream.
My venomous tongue snaked out from my mouth, and quickly licked at her gushing wound. As my tongue caressed her raw flesh, I sealed the gaping hole….
She wailed and fell to the ground. She flailed her remaining appendage around crazily, her eyes rolling back into her head as her body convulsed. A white froth foamed at her mouth as my venom made its journey through her body.
My lips twitched, revealing a sinister smile. I knew the venom wouldn't hurt her…much. Actions have consequences and she paid for her decision.
As I watched my daughters surrounded me, their eyes immediately locked onto their sister lying on the blood-soaked floor. Mania gritted her teeth in pain as she thrashed her head back and forth trying to aimlessly relieve some of the intensified ache.
I picked up Mania's arm and pointed it towards each of them. Their heads bowed, and besides the howling Mania produced, I heard exactly what I wanted to hear from her sisters.
Loyalty…
And I didn't even have to say a word…
"I want the bones and flesh of this arm burned. Now. Not a piece left unchared," I said as I picked up her severed arm and threw it to the feet of Bia.
"I want those ashes in the pouch, secured, and brought to me when you're done. If there is even one piece missing. They'll be one less of you."
I glared downwards on the screeching, deranged creature below me. "You want this back? You'll see it when I feel you deserve it." I turned to leave her to her pain.
I felt no remorse in the decision I made. She could function, albeit crippled. It was timely and justly and my lust for retribution had been quenched.
"Oh and Keres," I said as I stopped in the threshold. "I don't want a single bone remaining on deck."….
HOMELAND…
65 miles away from shore we collectively submerged evidence of our snack time, and sent out an S.O.S. for the remaining waifs afloat. We were fed, poised for attack as we swam discreetly to the shore of a beach in Galveston Texas.
Under the cover of the night we made our way to an area. It was the same open field that whispered words and thoughts from the undead pictured in their mind. From the tracking that I did on Maria, she was anything but discreet in her planning. When she wanted something, she was boastful, sarcastic and a coward. She hid behind the shoulders of her followers and made orders away from enemy lines. She was smart. I gave her that much…
I had observed her through my travels for perfect vessels though she had not met me. Even then she spoke of war, territories, rivals, and the property she wanted to possess. She was a feared woman, reveled by many in fact, thousands of followers. But she was reckless, sloppy, oblivious and pig headed, four traits I would use to my advantage. Throughout my time in the south, I certainly keep a close eye on her strategy.
She was predictable; cold, heartless and a coward. There wasn't strategy to Maria. She turned the newborns, pit them against the other and watched the outcome. Pathetic, yet efficient. She climbed to the top claiming some of the largest bloodline territories in the south. Though now, it was time for me to mark the beginning of the uprising, starting with one of the most powerful…
It didn't take us long to hear that the battle had already ensued once we made it closer to the enclosure. We were five miles away, safe enough to observe the chaos and efficient enough to strategize.
Loud growls and roars were heard as the grating sound of torn metal erupted from the clearing.
The smell of adrenaline wafted through the air as hissed for my daughters to calm down. They were excited, ready to unleash the gifts borne upon them, but bringing attention to ourselves while in the state of decision would be pure chaos.
I listened and watched the chaotic thoughts of the newborns.
Fight.
Fight.
Fight.
Were the only thoughts they concentrated and the battle was beginning to get out of control. The newborns were confused on whom to attack. They went from attacking the adversaries to attacking each other. It wasn't unusual. When a vampire is backed into a threatening situation, the only thing that matters is self-preservation. The protection of ones-self.
This was why southern vampires were looked down upon.
There was no order, no hierarchy, and no law. Blinded by rage, they attacked anyone who was in their way.
This conquest would be easy as child's play…
I closed my eyes searching for the leaders of each group; trying to focus on the thoughts of their surroundings. Unfortunately, there were too many thoughts to sift through. I couldn't focus on just one. There were copious voices screaming in my head from the agony of being shredded all the way to those trying to figure out whom to attack. It was mind numbing. I looked to my daughters and Lelantos as she stepped to my side.
"She's in a tree, father. She's commanding them from afar." Lelantos said as she licked her lips, ready to begin the hunt.
"You tracked her exact position, Lelantos?" I asked.
She nodded her head and looked at me with wide, grey eyes. I brushed her bronzed hair off her shoulder lovingly, as a proud father would. Only my praise for her is a far cry from the asinine praises of a father to a spoiled, talent-less bitch dressed in a fluorescent tutu.
"I'm ready to seek her...I'm more than ready,"she thought.
I nodded my head, pleased to allow her to take control of the hunt.
"You may," I whispered as she began her hunt on Maria.
I immediately took off after her only a few steps behind towards the direction she was headed.
The rest of the girls already had their orders.
They that knew once I made the first move, they were to kill everything, and anything that was of no use to me.
At top speed, I already pictured Maria limbless. By the time we honed in on her, we had the element of surprise. She didn't expect to be sought out. She was defenseless. In all her strong words and threats, Maria, although powerful than some, was nothing short of a coward.
I smiled, feeling excitement flush throughout my shell. This was it. You kill the leader, you disable the army. Simple.
I told Lelantos to stay hidden unless absolutely necessary as I stalked towards her hidden spot. I closed my eyes as instinct took over.
I hunted…
She didn't have time to see what was coming for her as I rammed my hands into the tree she was hiding in.
I fell back into the shadows of the brush loving the feeling of playing cat and mouse. She could smell me but she couldn't see me. I didn't stay still enough for her too.
I let out a little chuckle, warmly inviting her to her doom.
As soon as she heard my voice she charged at m. I let her, and the battle of control began.
She lunged in my direction, clawing at my body. I dodged most of clawed attacks, grabbing her hair and slamming her into the hard top crust of the earth.
I didn't give her a chance to right herself as I ripped her shoulder from her body with my bare hands.
In the process of her amputation she managed the get a hold of my arm and sank her teeth through my flesh.
I howled as her venom burned and seared through my entire arm. I growled and lunged back at her in pain.
She was weakened from my attack, but still lethal.
I dodged three of her attempts to incapacitate me as I appeared in front of her, startling her as I stopped abruptly.
However, instead of attacking me, she hesitated, giving me the time I needed to sink my fingers in her neck, tearing it to shreds with a pinch of my fingers.
In a split second, Lelantos restrained her arms. It pleased me. She was more excited about the hunt to find Maria than the purpose of killing her. She was a true hunter...a tracker of sorts.
Instantly, we tore Maria to shreds as her head howled in pain and visions of her general...a Jasper…drenched the thoughts inside of her head. She wanted his protection.
"No one will protect you...No one is coming for you…Not even your precious general." I sneered.
"In fact, he's probably laying on the earth in pieces."
She howled.
I walked up to her head and kicked it around a bit out of boredom; finding her irritation joyful as I knocked the pride and power from her demolished ego. I heard the roar of flames from behind me and took that as the signal to officially claim my newest territory.
"Make sure nothing remains but smoke and ashes. Collect her ashes when you're done. But leave her head. It will serve as a reminder as to who am I, and we all are capable of."
"Yes, father."
"You, bastard. You won't get away with this. I will not die in vain. I will be avenged!"
I turned to the spot where her head was located and said simply, "Who is going to do it? Who's left to do it?" I asked, smirking as she growled in a blind rage.
I turned my back on both of them as I headed out to the battlefield.
Once I had arrived, I saw the remaining newborns on the ground, on their knees as fire flickered across the field.
I stood in the middle of the area basking in our victory.
I walked in front of the rows of them and sifted through their minds. Out of 24 newborns, only seven had significant gifts.
I covered my thumbnail in venom as I marked each of the seven vampires that would live.
"Keres, burn the weak…" I said, as she lifted her hand to one of the kneeling vampires.
The blonde-haired woman's thoughts screamed for her to run from Keres. But she had witnessed firsthand the strength of my daughters. If she were intelligent, she wouldn't budge.
Keres hand moved slowly down to the waist of the frighten female and plunged her fingers into the vampires cold, frozen body.
She let out a low howl trying to hit and scrape my daughter away but it was futile.
She looked the vampire straight in the eyes and whispered in her home language "Αντίο ξένος" she said softly and she ripped her hand upward successfully ripping the stone body apart.
Before the body could fall to pieces; it immediately burst into flames causing the weak, cowardly vampires to flee.
Unfortunately they wouldn't make it past half a mile. Death was waiting for company and I was happy to provide it...
"Where the fuck is Maria!"a malicious voice screamed at me. Effectively capturing my attention from the pursuit.
I focused towards the back of the group and to my surprised I missed this one...
The one most precious to Maria.
Her Jasper...
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