Chapter ten: The last Silverhead
I've always been amazed at how much pain we can take. I've always been amazed at how well we can heal. It's little wonder why humans call us Supernatural, because healing like that is Super-unnatural to them. But this, this was something that nothing could heal, not ever. I just sat in my seat staring at Elliot and Range. I'd understood what he'd said but I couldn't comprehend it. 'Ash, please say something,' Range said anxiously.
'All of them?' I finally spoke. I didn't look at Elliot, only Range.
'Yes,' he said.
'You're sure it's all of them?' I asked.
'I'm sorry Ash, but yes,' Range said.
'God fucking damn it!' I roared and smashed my fist through the wooden desk. Splinters flew in the air. I felt my fist bleeding. 'Fucking bastards,' I screamed through my teeth. Rage like nothing I'd ever known turreted through me. Blood lust filled through me. The world was red with my pure anger and hurt. My whole family were dead because of those bastards. 'Who's responsible?' I barked, I was snarling like a dog, I knew. But I didn't give a fuck what either of them thought right now.
'The Vampires,' Elliot said.
'I know that,' I hissed as fury pulsed through me. 'Which damn ones?'
'Ash it will do no good knowing,' Range said.
'Tell me,' I snarled again.
'Sergej,' Elliot replied quietly.
I whipped through the room and turned back into my Wulfen form. I raced through the building and back out of the doors. I tore into the woods and kept running. I wasn't going to stop. I had to go home; I had to see if he was telling the truth. From the distance the chorus of the Wulfen rose into the air. They were calling for me, but it was beyond that. The fury burned too brightly in me. This wasn't about them, this was my family. Little Allie…I hadn't even said sorry to her…
I didn't have any way to measure time but at last I reached home. The smell of Suckers was still in the air and it turned my stomach knowing that they had been any where near our cubby-hole. I turned back into my own form. The day had broken through; the air was cold and fresh. Very carefully I approached my house. The windows were all smashed inwards; it sent shivers down my spine. Even the frame had been torn under the Suckers fingers. The door was off its hinges. I was shaking violently as I stepped inside.
The smell of blood reeked. The smell of black vampire blood made me want to retch, but I could also smell Wulfen blood. Tears rose in my eyes. This wasn't my home any more. It was a wasteland; a wrecking ball had been inside. The walls were smashed and half down. The furniture was torn into pieces, everything ripped and destroyed.
I hadn't expected to see any bodies, but there was little Allie. My little sister's eyes were closed, blood covered half her face. Her neck was savaged. She lay on her back and in her arms she still held a teddy bear…my old bear. Sickness washed over me and I fell onto my knees beside her. 'Allie I'm s-s-so sorry,' I said taking her bloody rag-doll body into my arms. 'Allie, please forgive me,' I begged her holding her body close to me.
I cried; my tears fell onto her face. I carefully wiped them away. I was Allie's big brother. It was supposed to be my job to protect her. But I hadn't. She was here, lying in my arms, gone from the world. I looked up at the room again; Frederick's body was halfway down the wrecked corridor. I carefully placed Allie back down. Frederick was only seven; he'd always been a quiet little thing. How could anyone hurt him? His body was limp and lifeless and blood covered too.
I searched the rest of the house, gritting my teeth together at the mess that was once my home. I cried freely not bothering to wipe away my own tears. What good would that do? I didn't find anyone else's bodies, but there was enough red blood to mark the rest of my families' deaths. Papa was dead too, I knew that. In phone time two days ago Mom told me that he was still home and staying to next week. I knew that if he hadn't been home then none of the Suckers would have been killed. I went back to Fred's body. I scooped him up and placed him next to Allie. I tore my gaze away from their faces. I couldn't look at them anymore; I could only sit besides them.
When hours later I walked out the house I found them waiting for me. Range stood with his hands behind his back, sorrow on his face. Next to him was Joel holding his medical kit and next to him Paul. But two Djamphir were also there, Christophe and Bruce. They both wore grim expressions. As I walked numbly towards the Wulfen Paul stretched out his arm and placed it on my shoulder, he squeezed it hard and looked at me steadily. I couldn't meet his eye. 'Allie and Fred,' I said brokenly. 'I want them to be buried properly,' I gulped as tears stung my eyes again, 'Jeremy too,' I said. 'The rest of them….the rest of them must have been torn apart,' I said. My voice was shaking violently. My whole body was numb. I felt like I was dying. They were all dead; there was no one but me- the last Silverhead.