Kail and Elora were very sick, to the point where they had trouble breathing. But after Solomon tried day after day to find a vampire doctor, nothing worked. One night, Elora stopped breathing. Solomon noticed because he couldn't hear her lungs expanding, nor her heart beating. He raced upstairs and bit his wrist, making her drink his blood. "WAKE UP!" he exclaimed. "PLEASE, ELORA, WAKE UP. PLEASE. PLEASE PLEASE!" A bit of color rushed back to her and she opened her eyes, gasping for air. He held her in his arms for hours, until she fell back asleep. After what happened with Elora, Solomon went to check on Kail, who was sound asleep. Solomon picked his daughter up, and she squirmed for a bit.
"You know Daddy loves you, right?" he whispered, kissing her head. "You and Mommy are gonna get well soon, I promise." Kail nestled in her father's arms, as if she was still an infant, and fell asleep in them. Solomon snuggled with his sick daughter in her bed, because Kail refused to be left alone. Solomon heard Elora say, "What're y-" and then nothing. It was as if someone had stuffed cotton in his ears. He couldn't hear Elora. He shook it off, thinking it was nothing, but then he heard her scream, "LET GO!" and Solomon raced upstairs, waking Kail up in the process. What he saw made his blood boil:
Elora was being pinned to the bed by two men, while another one of them sunk his fangs into Elora's arm. Solomon screamed in anger, and ran towards his sick wife. Two men turned into wolves and threw themselves on Solomon, knocking him on the ground. They held him there, and Solomon was desperately trying to move his body from under the two wolves'. He couldn't hear Elora anymore. He saw someone pick up her unconscious body. Someone said something else, and then another man exited the room. Solomon heard the footsteps and knew exactly where that man was going to: Kail's room. Solomon punched one of the wolves in the face, making that one whine and squeal, giving Solomon enough time and space to get up and ran, and that's exactly what he did. But it was too late. He'd heard Kail's scream before he even got up, then a window broke. When Solomon got there, Kail was gone. And so were the Wolves.
Elora awoke on an old mattress that was laid on the floor. A dark-blue blanket was laid on top of her, giving her warmth in this already-warm room. Her 'room' was surrounded by bars; she was in a cell. Beside her cell, was Kail's. She saw her daughter, sleeping on the mattress that was in there. Her body was facing the wall, so Elora could see her daughter. She heard her breathing, and she sighed in relief. Kail isn't dead. Elora looked around, and saw that there were dozens of other cells, but they were all empty. The cells all contained a dingy mattress, an old blanket, and chains. She went to stand up, using her arms as leverage, but she winced and fell onto her rear end. She looked at her left arm: there was a bite mark. She was bitten? By a werewolf.
"Kail," Elora said, her voice raspy and cracking. She was dehydrated. "Kail, b-baby. Wake up." Elora crawled to the other side of the cell, the one nearest her daughter, and shook the cell bars. "Kail." Nothing. "KAIL!" Nothing. "Wake up, sweetie. Wake up!"
"She can't hear you."
Elora turned around, seeing a man no taller than she was. He was significantly older than Elora, with long, black hair that reached his stomach. His clothes consisted of a brown leather jacket, blue jeans, and boots, since it was chilly outside. "What'd you do to my daughter?" Elora asked angrily. "Where are we?"
"Your daughter, Kail, is all right. Well, kind of. She's getting some wolf venom through his system, but she'll be fine. She's a hybrid, after all. But, you, that's who I'm worrying about. Oh! You're in the Wolf Quarters. These cells you're in, these are the cells we use to control the New Pups. The new Wolves we bite to join our pack."
"What the hell?" she asked in disbelief. "You want us to be in your pack?"
"Not exactly. Let me tell you a little story, darling. Years ago, I had a family. Sort of like yours, but the only difference is that your kind are monsters. I had seven beautiful children, and a lovely wife. Me and my wife have been together since we were seventeen years of age. I'm forty-seven. My youngest child was only three years old. I couldn't have been happier with my life. But, one day, I came back from hunting with my oldest sons, and my oldest daughter. We caught a truck-full of fish and buck. It was the best hunt we've ever had! Like I said, I came back from hunting, and I went to tell my wife all about the trip, how I'd taught my youngest son to hunt. But, what I saw wasn't pleasant. Your husband, Solomon, the demon father of your child, had his fangs in my wife's neck. He drank from her until she was dry. That must have not been enough for him, because he went after my children. He killed five of my children. The ones he didn't kill, he turned into vampires. They couldn't become vampires, because they're werewolves by blood. So, they died. Why he didn't kill me, I don't know. I remember that day perfectly. After he'd killed my family, he looked at me, like I was a side dish, and when he decided I wasn't worthy, he fled. I've been watching him for years now, and now I know he has a kid, I can make him suffer like how he made me suffer. I watched my family die in front of me. I intend of doing that to him."
"You're," Elora started, but choked by the things he had said. ". . going to kill my baby?"
"It's nothing personal," he said. "It's just business."
"No." Her face was so red. "DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH MY DAUGHTER. I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL RIP YOU APART!"
"Your daughter may be a hybrid, but if she does end up surviving my venom, I have other means of killing her."
"DON'T!" Elora's eyes stung with tears, but she refused to let him see. "I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU TOUCH MY BABY!"
"Don't get yourself all worked up, Elora," he added. "You're making the venom in your body travel a lot faster. You wouldn't want to die before your daughter wakes up, would you?" She looked at him as if his head had just been cut off. Elora was officially terrified of this one man. This man, has the power to kill her family, the only thing that keeps her up and moving, and alive, and full of love and hope. He can take that away from her. But she wouldn't have it. Elora wouldn't stand to watch her family crumble under this man's grip. She spit in his face.
"I hope you rot in hell with the rest of your goddamn family," she hissed.
He wiped her spit off of the side of his face and grinned so wickedly, it genuinely terrified Elora. "Yeah, it's official." He chuckled. "I'm killing you first."
Isn't much, but I promise I will write more chapters! I apologize for not being able to update! I've just had a really rough time trying to think of other things to put in here and how to word certain things.
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