The Cloud in the Night

by Punk19

Master Vile and his uncle have been fighting a lot and it's making Master Vile's daughter, who just gave birth to her second child and getting over a serious infection afterwards, very annoyed. She heads back to Earth with her children, will Master Vile learn to leave his daughter be or will he continue with his fighting and temper and push her further away from him?

10. Chapter 10

Going home on his Moquass had been a wee bit dangerous due to his anger, he had swayed all over the place and he hadn't cared if he hit anything or not, his anger had gripped him so greatly and he had been directing it all at one being. When he had gotten home he had parked his Moquass bike in the garage, gotten off then had stormed off to his front door which was opened before he had even stepped foot on his porch, Eldass had said nothing and that was a good thing. Had anyone of said anything to him he was sure he would have snapped. He went straight to his gym and started wailing on a punching bag, pretending all the while that it wasn't the bag he was punching but his nephew's face and body. He had punched and punched and punched for hours until his hands were good and bloody and sore and his chest was heaving up and down, his breath coming in wheezes and his body fully sweated. He had gone up and showered, taking note of the empty bed and crib and feeling that same pain of his beloved wife and firstborn son not being with him then feeling that same anger grow in him. After showering he had gone down to his in-house bar and had poured himself a Bourbon, then a good, stiff Shale which was two drinks in one; a Bourbon and a Turkey, half and half. Afterwards, he had called in Losal, Homsi and Ulok. The order was simple, get the ship ready for take-off. They had gone to do what he had told them to do and he had left his in-house bar. He had Eldass bring everyone down to his living room and that was where he told everything in the smallest of sentences, each word again making the anger grow within him. My wife had been assaulted in the bathroom, he had said, my nephew barged in, grabbed the door and pulled it off of its hinges. His family had all dropped their mouths, it had been a while before anyone had spoken and when that someone did, it was in a small voice. His mother had been the first to speak in a loud voice, loud enough for all to hear.

"What do you think happened?" she had asked. "After he swung the door off of its hinges, I mean."

"Something enough to scare Angel away. Something enough to spark her drive to protect the kids and leave." he had answered quickly, his chest had started hurting, the anger had grown to that pitch, and he had taken a drink from his glass of Shale.

He had said the obvious, he was heading to Earth and that no one was to stop him. He was heading to Earth to retrieve his wife, his firstborn son and his step-son and if he saw Vile anywhere near them or even in sight... he had trailed off then, the anger gripped him in waves and he believed everyone had felt it. He had stood up, not bothering to finish his sentence, tossed his glass into the fireplace where it shattered into a million pieces than had walked to the door that belonged to the room. Before exiting he had turned and said that if anyone was wishing to come along and assist, they were to start getting ready now as he wasn't going to be on Moas for much longer then he had left the room.

He had figured that his mother, Cheshire and their children and his half-sister's and their families would want to stay at his mansion and he had made accommodations for them to stay, an hour before taking off from his mansion he had been approached by his mother and Cheshire and half of his half-sister's, with their respective partners in tote. They asked if they could tag along in his ship and he had said yes, just don't get in the way. To his collective surprise, his brother had taken nine of his half-sister's and their respective families in his ship which he had gone to Gamma-Vile to get and his grandfather had taken the rest in his. No one was staying behind, even Irka who had been asked by his brother to remain behind with their son was going with. He had told his staff to do as they always did when he was away then he had grabbed Eshal and had placed her safely in her chamber on his ship and had taken off. His brother, father and grandfather had taken off soon after he had in their ships and followed after him, it had taken longer than usual due to a space storm going on behind the planet Pluto. His grandfather had said to him once that the ship he had been driving, heading to a planet beyond the Milky Way Galaxy, had been pretty banged up, so much so that he had to tear the control system up in order to get it to drive, in a space storm. They had been forced to stop and wait it out, their ships had just floated around, waiting and waiting and waiting, for weeks, his temper had grown to a dangerous level with all the waiting and then when the storm had passed and all had quieted up he had shoved forward. They had entered the Milky Way's most known area in less than an hour and then had shot into Earth twenty-four hours later. TazirVile was not a dummy, he had figured that Angel would either be on the North American continent or in Egypt, she had two groups of friends on the planet but which one would be the best pick for heading for help? He had decided on Egypt, thinking that she had gone there to meet up with a friend of hers that he did hope she wasn't with. He had seen him in her memories, had seen the pervert toying with her, the sick pervert had more than one woman and from his memory, he remembered that he was married and had a harem as well, a harem of three women and was trying to claim Angel, his beloved wife, and thrust her into it. Not on his life! If she was with the man, it was probably only because her babies were in danger and not because she loved him. At least, he hoped that was it. He'd fight anyone for Angel, if he found her with the man and the man was trying to claim her as his he'd act and beat him up. Angel was his, she was his Universal Mate, his wife, the mother of his firstborn son, the step-mother of his daughter and the mother of his step-son. Only he had rights to touch with and if a certain gray-haired man needed to be taught that he'd be glad to dish it all out.

"Chilly this time, was rather hot the last time we were here." Irka said once she exited her husband's ship.

"Last I heard from our son, this planet was experiencing a longer cold period." KurukVile said, he wrapped his wife up in a blanket. "Don't want you to catch cold. Where's Baruk?"

"Inside the ship, don't want him to catch cold or get dust in his eyes or system." Irka replied. "Make sure the servants don't let so much as a lizard into the ship."

"I have already made that order, a shield is up to prevent anything from entering." KurukVile said. "You make sure to be careful now, my love."

"Kuru," Irka turned gently, she used his childhood name as a petname now. "I will, but if I have to I will make a mess of things here. I'm not afraid to fight."

KurukVile had landed his ship about five miles from a location called the Bahariya Oasis, he had remembered that his granddaughter had spent some time in the location and had decided to land there just in case. His wife had been correct in saying that it was chilly, it was about fifty-six degrees out and there was a breeze, since there were no trees in the area the breeze went through unchecked. Behind him was a large ship, one of his biggest, that was a metallic silver. It had a large, silver coil around it and a skull that was as white as an eggshell in the center that had two black soulless eyes. The mouth on the skull was closed but the teeth were very viewable, they were rotten and a yucky green and yellow in color, the two canines on the top row sparkled with gold dust, the hatchway had been built into the teeth and slid on its paths noiselessly whenever anyone walked out. The skull was hooked up to the coil by four, thick dark gray steel bars. KurukVile's ship was called the GammaSkuStor, version three where the coil that was around it acting as part storage and part extra chambers, KurukVile, though, calling it the SkuCoil.

"I have never seen such a ship like that before!" Dara Dara said as she exited her father's ship, her aunts and their families coming out soon after her in curious yet on alert lines. Dara Dara pointed at her great-grandfather's ship which was just settling down about half a mile away.

"Very sleek design on it, designed that way to ensure extra speed." KurukVile nodded his head. "Tazir's landing now."

TazirVile had picked the location to land his ship carefully, it wasn't because his ship was big and needed lots of room, it did but it wasn't the reason why he chose parking his ship almost beside the Bahariya Oasis. A cloud of white sand and dust flew up once his ship landed and exhaust flew up for a full five minutes before stopping. After a fully ten minutes he dropped the ramp that had a silverish finish to it and opened the hatch, his Goblin staff ran out and started cleaning the area of any debris followed by both KurukVile's and TazirVile's half-sister's and their families. TazirVile's ship was an immense one that was gold and black in color and shaped like a Kite. It had an alien skull in the center akin to TazirVile's likeness only with a forked tongue coming from it. The inside of the ship, KurukVile knew, had purple rugs in all of the hallways and rooms with light brown walls where real bats hung from pegs, their wings stretched to their utmost length and their mouths open in forever screams. Before long, KurukVile saw his brother walk out of his ship, his daughter was walking alongside him, her hand was in his.

"Everyone arrive in good shape?" KurukVile asked of his siblings.

"A little space sickness, but all in fine order." TazirVile replied. "Tarav's being kept inside, what of Baruk?"

"He's in my ship, won't be coming out either." KurukVile said. "Maybe you should have Tarav moved into my ship, that way Baruk will have a little friend while we're looking for Angel and her kids."

"Good idea, I'll suggest it to Takke when I see her." TazirVile said, he then looked at the oasis. "Vile's signature is here, did you notice?"

Before he could answer, a loud pop made him turn around. His father's ship was just touching down, the popping sound had come from one of the thrusters getting sand and dust into it. His father's ship was a unique one, in his mind it was a nicely shaped ship. It was shaped like the head of a bat with its mouth open, the teeth were jutting down and looked menacing. The windows of the ship which looked out from the cockpit were in imitation of bat's eyes on;y they were dark red. His father's ship was mostly dark gray and black in color, except for the windows and the teeth which were white. A small ramp was lowered from the mouth of the bat and the hatch opened, his mother walked out first with his father following afterwards. DuruVile walked around to the side of his ship, knelt down and looked at the thruster then stood up and kicked it.

"Damn sand!" DuruVile cursed. "Got into the thruster and clogged it up, will need to crawl into it to unclog the damn thing and undo any denting."

"Looks like you had a hard landing, dad." KurukVile walked up, TazirVile walked up behind him.

"Yeah, sand clogged the thruster. Not sure what other damage was done but I'll need to crawl up inside to unclog the bitch."

"Ahem," TazirVile had Eshal in his arms, he wasn't one that liked for cussing to be said around his daughter.

"My apologees boy." DuruVile said. "Did not mean to cuss in front of the princess."

"When you came in, did you see Vile?" TazirVile said. "There's a signature here of his."

"His ship is across the oasis." DuruVile looked up. "When I came in, I saw it. It was being moved."

"Where was it before?" TazirVile's eyes were blazing in fury.

"Right in front of the oasis." DuruVile replied.

All three men, a father and his two son's, turned towards the ship that had landed half a mile away. To all of them, it was a weird-looking ship, a basic one that had no designs or symbols on. It was a long ship, about a mile in length and a nice, shiny black. It was shaped like a pear and as they watched, a ramp had been lowered, it was dark gray, and they saw that the rest of their family had exited. TazirVile turned around in time to see Takke running across the space between his ship and his brother's, she had a very wrapped up Tarav in her arms. The wind was really whipping itself around and causing a lot of trouble, a lot of dust. TazirVile called Homsi over and handed his daughter over to him then he headed towards his grandfather's ship, he noticed that it was propped up on six steel and very sturdy looking arms. His father and brother were walking ahead of him so they got to the ship first, when he walked up his grandfather was just walking down the ramp.

"Nice ship," KurukVile said.

"Don't need symbolism and anything fancy painted on a ship of mine," ShaamVile said. "The works is what is more important. Speed, power, weaponry and storage, the four things that are very important to have. Symbolism and fancy art on a ship, that's up to you to have but it's added weight. Remember this, Lad's. Might save your keisters one day."

"We think Vile's in the area." DuruVile said, he thought that at his age lessons and advice were not needed.

"If he is in the area then there is a reason." ShaamVile walked the rest of the way down the ramp. "Check the oasis, only use your powers and swords or any other weapons if you absolutely have to. Leave Vile be, his will come later. At the moment, we need to think solely on Angel, Bile and Lhaklar."

TazirVile and KurukVile were just telling their grandfather that the location that they were at was one of the known locations that Angel had been sighted in several times in the past few years when they heard a roar. It wasn't distant, it was right close and it made all of them stop in mid step. ShaamVile, KurukVile noticed, had his sword with him. It was hanging out from its dark red leather sheath so he could see that it had a long silver blade that had a strand wrapping around it that was dark blue, the hilt was gold wrapped. When he took a closer look he noticed that there was a red-eye on the pommel. His father had his long dark red bladed sword with the silver grip and his brother had his Moas Deep Special, a sword with a gold grip that had a ruby and an aquamarine gem near the guards and a transparent blade that his brother had filled with with water and gold dust, KurukVile had thought that his brother had been crazy when he had bought the sword some seven hundred or so years ago but after his brother had asked him to come over for a sparring meet he had clamped his mouth shut, despite the transparent, delicate blade it was extremely strong. KurukVile looked over at his camp, he saw that his wife and daughter had their sai's and that his mother had her double bladed sword that's blades were a pretty aquamarine with a full gold grip in the center and he also saw that his son had his sword as well.

KurukVile's hand dropped on his own sword, he never went to a different planet without it being tied on his belt. He had dressed according to the weather, he had on a black fur tunic, the fur came from an animal he had hunted and killed on the planet he was now on, and he had a thick black belt around his waist and dark brown pants on and he had dark brown boots on his feet. His brother, he saw, was wearing a black shirt that had silver buttons going from the right shoulder to the left side of the waist and black pants, he had a black belt with a gold buckle which had a T and a Z, his initials, on the buckle and black boots on his feet. This was normally his hunting and fighting attire, he was one that loved the color black despite the fact that the color heightened his chances of getting burnt skin, his light blue skin was particularly vulnerable to sunlight as were his eyes, he never went outside without his goggled glasses. KurukVile worried about his brother, knowing well his vulnerabilities. A sound from the camp made him look back, he saw that Cheshire was standing next to his brother's mother, he had two swords with him.

"That fellow there, is he one of Vile's servants?" ShaamVile pointed, there was a lizard-man running out of the oasis and it looked like he had something in his arms.

"He is!" KurukVile exclaimed, he recognised Galong at once. "It's Galong and look what he has in his arms!"

"Look at what is following him." DuruVile said.

Angel had lost consciousness for only a few minutes, when she had come to she had found Galong on his way out with Lhaklar in his arms. She had rushed out of the cave and in a blind fury, had transformed into a Velociraptor. She raced after the lizard-man, leaping effortlessly and sending her bleating calls of stress at his back hoping to scare him into dropping her baby. When Galong ran out of the oasis she gave chase, as soon as he reached a flat plane of sand she leaped up high. She landed on his back and sunk her sickle claws into his back, he screamed and rolled over. The second she saw Lhaklar she bent down to grab him. She had opened her mouth to grab him by his pants when she was suddenly blasted back, her Velociraptor body was encased in a red lightning bolt which released her after he had flung her back from her baby and Galong. She jumped up the second she was on the ground, looked to the north and saw that her great-great grandfather was firing lightning blasts at her, sending quiet a few white, red and purple bolts, spheres and blasts through the tips of his fingers and from the palms of his hands. Angel dodged his blasts then ran forward and grabbed Lhaklar. She ran back to the oasis and disappeared into the foliage quickly, when she reached the cave she found that her father was looking in it.

With a growl she lunged forward and leaped up, she swiped her sickle claws down and caught her father's left ear, when he pulled back her sickle claws swiped a line down the left side of his chest. He dropped on his back, he put his hands to his chest then pulled them back, they were dripping in his greenish colored blood. Angel placed Lhaklar in the cave then turned back and leaped onto her father. She gnashed at him with her teeth and dove then retracted then dove in again her sickle claws into his chest and stomach. He screamed out in pain, his stomach was a bleeding mess as was his left ear. Somehow he pulled his legs up and got them under her, he kicked her off of him just as ShaamVile, DuruVile, KurukVile and TazirVile ran into the clearing.

TazirVile looked at the cave, he saw his son clearly in view, he was almost near the entrance of the cave. He then looked at the monster that was attacking his nephew, his first thought was, good, he's getting a good dose of medicine, but then he took pity on his nephew when he saw his condition. His left ear was badly ripped open, his chest had a long gash in it and he had several puncture marks on his chest and stomach. TazirVile threw black acid at the monster without thinking, he wanted his nephew to learn a lesson, yes, but he wanted to teach it to him, not this monster. As he threw acid at the beast his brother was yelling at him to stop. The monster, a dull red scaly creature with dull green eyes that was about six feet long and a foot and a half high with a gnarly sickle claw on each back foot, was driven a few feet off then it lunged in, before he could throw his most powerful acid, white which was so burning hot it was deadly, the monster grabbed his hand in its mouth. He felt the monsters serrated teeth rip his hand open, without thinking he swiped his right hand up. His sword made a gashing wound in the monsters side and that was what got it to release his hand. The monster ran to the cave and ducked into it, he was running forward to grab the tail of the beast when he felt his brother's strong arms wrap around his waist.

"Brother!" TazirVile turned and slapped KurukVile's hands off of him. "Are you mad?! That creature... that monster is in that cave with the babies!"

"That monster, Baby Brother, happens to be the mother of the two babies in the cave." KurukVile said. "You just attacked and injured Angel."

In his drive to get his son from the monster he had forgotten that Angel could transform, he was suddenly surrounded by dread and fear. He looked at his hand, it was cut open and bleeding, his bluish-green blood was dripping all over the sand. Good, remember this scar, his mind told him, serves you right for attacking your wife. His grandfather handed him a rag and he wrapped it around his hand, he then walked over to the cave and looked in. He didn't see his son, who had been lying right near the entrance, and he didn't see Angel either. How many times had he struck her with his black acid attacks? Three... four times? She'd be in a lot of pain in the cave, very burned up, not to mention he had also hit her with his sword. The cave was much too quiet, he heard no moans or baby cries, it was just silent, a scary silence. He was about to crawl in but his brain suddenly clicked on. If he crawled into the cave and Angel was in there she'd attack him. He had hurt her and she was in a protective mode, crawling in was not a good decision. He slid his sword into its sheath then leaned down to the cave's entrance and started speaking.

"Baby," he said gently. "baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to attack you, I wasn't thinking. Like you, I saw our son and was taken over with wanting to protect him, I didn't know that you was in one of your forms. Are you okay?"

"She can transform?" ShaamVile asked. "What other powers does she have? I need to know in case this gets ugly."

"Angel, I don't blame you or am angry at you for leaving." TazirVile went on speaking, he ignored his grandfather. "You left because your father said something to you that scared you, that made you think the kids were in danger. Baby, come out please, Vile's not going to touch you. I won't allow for it. Baby, I'm not liking the quiet in the cave, please make a sound or something. Come out, you're safe."

You're safe, did TazirVile just say that she was safe? Angel felt great pain and it wasn't just for the wounds that he had inflicted on her, claiming that he was attacking her nothing thinking, without realizing that the form she was in was her. First, ShaamVile had attacked her while she had been going to reclaim Lhaklar and now the man who she had shared a bed with for five months had attacked her. Her sides were burned and were hurting, she had a gash in her side which stung like hell and her heart hurt her. Her feelings had been hurt, pretty badly. The man who seemed like such a gentle fellow had attacked her with some powerful elemental lightning blasts and the man who she had said she loved and had shared a bed with, the man who was the father of her second son, had attacked her with his acidic powers. Safe? No, not with all the attackers around. She felt far from safe, she felt unsafe. Her babies were quiet, they were looking up at her terrified but quiet and that scared her even more. Angel crawled away from her babies, the pained feelings she had turned into a blistering fury that was so deep that she didn't feel the acid burns on her sides anymore. When she was away from her babies she threw her hands forward, a white burst of flames shot out from her hands and went down the tunnel that was in the cave. When it exited the cave it blasted everyone back, she crawled back to her babies and picked them up then, using her ground elemental powers, made her and then sink into the ground. When she came up near the outer edges of the oasis sand flew everywhere as she didn't come up crawling, she burst out of the ground by making a sand funnel form under herself. She stepped from it and it flung itself back, sending sand and dust flying back into the oasis. Before she walked on she caught the sight of someone running at her and turned, with a growl she placed her babies down and changed form into her dragon form.

"Whoa, calm down there." Cheshire said when he saw the fierceness Angel who had changed into her dragon form. "Not going to hurt you."

He had met Ashaklar sixty thousand years ago, had fallen instantly for her on their first meeting but had kept himself down, hoping that she would one day return his feelings. After a year he had found that she did like him and had started dating her, he had met TazirVile six months after their start and had thought the man, who was just barely into his ninety-five thousandth year of living, to be right polite and respectful. It had taken him four years before he had gotten the balls up to propose and when he had he had grabbed Ashaklar's hand right in front of her son, dropped to his knee and had taken out a nice rock which had cost him a good chunk of dough from his vest pocket. TazirVile had acted as best man at their wedding, he had been there on the births of each of his four children and he had been there for family events and holidays. TazirVile Surfeit, Cheshire had thought one day a few months ago, was a fine step-son to have and he was proud to call him that now in the open. And now with a son of his own, he was sure that his step-grandchild would be just as great as his father. Cheshire, unknowingly, took a step forward and Angel drew her head back. His step-son was running out of the oasis towards her shouting just as she sent a stream of flames at him.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Cheshire said again after he had leaped over the flames, he tossed his swords to the side to show his words. "See, I'm weaponless."

Something, or someone, must have tapped Angel from behind because she suddenly turned around and charged off. There was nothing behind her, Cheshire took the opportunity to run forward, he dropped to one of his knees and grabbed Lhaklar and was reaching for Bile when Angel turned, she roared loudly then ran back. Cheshire found himself on his back, his chest was feeling as if it was being crushed under a great weight. He looked to the right and saw that Lhaklar was there then he looked to the right, he saw Bile. His brain told him to look down and when he did he saw why he felt as if his chest was being crushed. Angel had placed one of her feminine dragon's feet on him, his head and arms were poking out from the toes but his body was underneath the foot. She was staring down at him, her mouth curled up in a growl, smoke was coming from her nostrils and he saw something in her eyes that he didn't like. He saw no recognition.

"Baby!"

Ashaklar, Cyla, Irka and all of KurukVile and TazirVile's siblings and their families were looking on in shock, Ashaklar was scared to death that her husband would be killed but before her eyes Angel, in a fearsome dragon form, stepped back and released him. He crawled from where he was then ran back, TazirVile ran up and held his hands up. He had his sword but it was in its sheath, Angel walked forward and huddled near her babies, Ashaklar could see the dead anger even from where she was in her eyes. The urge to protect her babies at any cost. Her son stepped back then walked forward, it was then that Angel lunged forward and flattened him to his back, when he got up he only stood on his feet for a short while, Angel turned around and swung her tail, Ashaklar saw her son flying up into the air then dropped hard in the sand then she saw Cheshire following him. The last thing she saw was Angel rearing up on her high legs, roaring loudly then dropping down and grabbing her babies. She leaped up into the air and became a black haze, she flew off out of sight and that was what made her run forward to her son's and husband's sides.

"There was no recognition in her eyes!" Cheshire said after he got up, he had a four-inch gash in his chest from where the point on Angel's dragon tail had swiped him. "None at all, only deep anger!"

"She had her babies safety in mind," Ashaklar said quickly. "or, at least I hope it's that. She was being very fierce in protecting them from what I saw."

"You alright son?" Cheshire placed his hand on TazirVile's shoulder, TazirVile was on one knee.

"We've got our work cut out for us." TazirVile said, he stood up slowly. "Excuse me, I've got my work cut out for me. Best get someone to take care of Vile, she cut him up pretty badly."

"So." Ashaklar said. "He's the cause of this."

"Yes, he is." TazirVile said. "He'll be getting his when I have Angel and her son's. I'm not going to be fighting her, and I highly suggest that everyone follow in my example. We don't want to drive her away."

Ashaklar nodded her head, she understood but she was still afraid. Angel, being a mother to a year old son and a near two month old was extremely protective of her children and for any of them to fight her it'd only do more harm then good. Vile had already driven the first pike in, he had already driven her away, it was now up to her son to gently coax her back. Ashaklar walked behind her husband and son as they went back to camp, she saw that her son's side of the family that had ran into the oasis with him were already at camp. When they got to camp her son went straight to his ship, she saw that his hand was pretty bloody. She and her husband followed, her husband needed medical treatment done on his chest, it was bleeding just as badly as her son's hand. Homsi met them inside the ship and escorted them to the medical chamber, she watched as her husband took his vest and shirt off then took the antiseptic out from a drawer. Her son was dabbing medicine on his hand at the same time that her husband was dabbing the antiseptic from the tube onto his chest.

She had only gone up into the air with her babies to get away then she had wrapped her dragon's wings around herself and had teleported to el-Bawiti, the closest town to the Bahariya Oasis that she could think of. Once in the town she dropped her form and walked over to the side of a building and sat down. She had used every bit of strength that she had in her to fight for her babies safety and she was exhausted. She was naked, she knew this, her father had torn her clothes off in an attempt to scare her into dropping the shield and then he had raped her. She drew her legs up and held her babies close, she made sure that neither nursed, her breasts were swollen and hurt her and it wasn't because of the milk in them. She had whiplashes on her back and sides, her throat was raw, her chest hurt, she had acid burns on her sides, a gash on her side from where TazirVile had slashed his sword at her and she had a wound that went over her eye. She was a mess, a tired mess. She saw a brown cloth hanging from the lip of a dumpster and scooted over, the cloth, she saw after she had grabbed and pulled it down to her, belonged to a long and scratchy robe. Regardless of its itchiness, she wrapped it around herself, balancing her babies on her legs as she did so, then she leaned back. The past few hours she had gone through a lot and she was suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion. Her eyelids dropped and she fell asleep propped up against the dumpster.