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Thank you Jellybean12365 and XxDrenchedInSinxX for your reviews of the past chapter. I'm glad you guys are enjoying the story. As promised, here is the new chapter.
Warnings: Extreme violence, blood, dark images. (This is a vampire story, it's expected. ;))
David's eyes watched in horror as the slayer lowered the weapon towards his defenseless brother. David growled. Were it under any other circumstances he would have given the slayer his chance seeing as how Paul could more than care for himself. However, that was not the case, Paul had no chance of holding his own against vengence incarnate. It made the blonde's undead blood boil to see this human kick a creature when he's down. It made David almost curious as to who was the true monster.
Paul clenched his fists in a futile attempt to ease the pain shooting through his leg. He glanced up with bared teeth to see the bald man's finger pull the trigger. Paul's face showed pure horror. He only wished he could have had been given the chance to say farewell to Marco wherever he may be. It was perfect justice after the many lives he had ended without giving them that luxury to say goodbye to their loved ones while laughing at their own misery. Why should he be allowed the dying wish he so often deprived others of? Paul lowered his face to the ground and shut his eyes, waiting for the blow to come. He counted backwards to five, the moment the arrow would penetrate his chest. He never saw the death of another vampire and wondered what happened when one was shot with an arrow. He heard the tales from both Max and David, but wondered how much validity were in their words. It also crossed his mind several times that there was the possibility that even they lacked that knowledge. In less than five seconds they would all know the truth.
Paul released his breath upon reaching "one." He waited for the pain that never came. He gave the human another five seconds only to feel the lack of pain once more. He slowly opened his eyes curious to if he already died. He glanced up to where his assassin formerly stood to find it void of said man. He looked around until his eyes landed on the figure of the human with his back arched as he tried to fight off an enraged David.
His older brother glowed with the most intense of hatred. The venom dripping from David's scowl struck fear into even Paul's heart. He had seen David wear that deep of a frown only once before. It was when a rival vampire clan seriously injured Dwayne and Marco in a territorial battle. David snapped and singlehandedly took them down in seven quick blows. The carnage was enough to make the undead regurgitate. David stood over their mangled and dismembered corpses with the blood dripping down his face and clawed fingers. After a few moments of beaming over his handiwork he decided to let the maggots have their way with the bodies instead of giving them a proper vampire burial. Without another word to Paul, David hurried to tend to his brothers. Paul never mentioned to Marco what David did for him that night. He felt it was best that the events of that evening remain unspoken unless prompted in conversation by their leader. The latter had yet to happen.
David continued to push on the crossbow until Dale's back was parallel with the ground. The human dropped the weapon and backflipped until he landed a good five feet away from David. David instantly smashed the crossbow with his boot. Dale landed in a crouching position then quickly lifted himself to his feet. His glare deepened, his eyes focused on the obvious leader of the pack. David quickened his approach, licking his lips. He kept his eyes peeled for any trick this man could pull. He could hear the speeding heart beneath the man's chest. David felt the blood switch as the man gripped something from his side pocket.
David gripped Dale's arm to find it bare. The human smirked then revealed the knife he slipped from his back pocket. The blade went straight into David's free arm. The vampire jumped back then pulled the steel blade from his forearm. The pain was acute and the blood loss would surely slow him down, but the injury would heal within the next ten hours were he to survive this battle.
He glanced down at Paul who was starting to move into a sitting position. From the corner of his eye he saw Douglas and Miller heading for his fallen brother. Paul was his number one priority at the time and David would play for the moment. "You knew I could hear your movements?" David asked with a smile.
Dale nodded. He knew the creature was stalling for time, but was too enthralled with this one. Never before had he been up against one so strong and wise. He was old, no doubt, but still a youth based on his agility and limber movements.
"I've been in this career for a long time," Dale replied. "I know how you monsters think."
"Don't group us all into one, it'll be your downfall," David retorted. He watched as Douglas knelt down beside Paul. He returned his eyes to the human before Dale got the idea to check where the vampire's previous gaze was set. "You're skilled, I give you that." David licked away the falling saliva. "I don't normally compliment your kind, but you're the best I've ever faced." He paused before deciding to add, "I'm including other vampires in that list."
"I thank you for your words," Dale replied. "But it won't save you." His gaze hardened. "I have a commitment to end your for all your sins. No amount of begging or flattery will alter my motive."
David narrowed his eyes. "I'd never beg a human for mercy." With those words David launched himself for round two.
Dale pulled out a foot long, steel blade from his shoe. He pressed the switch in the center which extended the length of the weapon twofold. He countered David's attack, knocking the side of the blade against David's arm. The steel edge dug a bit into David's arm, which ripped the sleeve of his jacket. David dodged a second blow that was meant for his stomach. He barely saw the blade heading for his chest. David wrapped his arm around Dale's elbow and threw himself to the ground, flipping the slayer over twice. The latter fell on his back with the blade still in his grasp. He raised the weapon as David came in for an attack. The blade slit the side of David's face, barely missing his eye. Dale used the vampire's preoccupation with sudden pain to kick David in the stomach. The creature landed on his side, his hand instinctively going for the gash on his face.
"You know it's not really fair to come at someone who's unarmed like that," David said with a chuckle. He scrambled to his feet before Dale rushed over in a hurried attempt to end his life.
David realized Dale's mistake and used it to his advantage. David leapt over the burly man and landed directly behind him, placing his hands on either side of the base of Dale's neck. Dale recognized David's move and jerked his head back, bashing David in the face. David released his hold on the human to inspect his broken nose. Dale rubbed the sore spot on the back of his head, knowing there would be a bruise there tomorrow.
While the two fought Douglas knelt down beside Paul. Paul's hand was on his outer thigh where the arrow had penetrated. He pulled out a switchblade and cut the cloth around the arrow. The human covered his mouth upon seeing the full extent of the wound. Miller gritted his teeth, but found himself unable to look away.
"Paul, look at me," Douglas said making eye contact with the creature. "This is going to hurt a little, but it has to be done."
Paul nodded in consent. Douglas placed one palm against Paul's sore thigh earning a wince from the vampire and gripped the arrow with the other.
"What are you doing?" Miller growled, his hand clamping down on Douglas' shoulder.
"I have to—"
Miller shook his head. "You do that and he'll bleed to death. He needs to be taken inside and have it surgically removed."
"There's no way I'm sending him in there to the human doctors," Douglas argued.
"But you're a human," Miller retorted.
"Not for much longer," Douglas muttered. "Besides vampire veins are not like yours. They heal much faster." With those words Douglas pulled the arrow from where it was lodged. He tried to ignore the sound of layers of flesh ripping along with the cries that Paul tried to muffle. Blood flooded Paul's once white pant leg. Douglas released the weapon then regained his grip and pulled harder. Paul could no longer hold back the scream. Douglas removed the bloody arrow leaving Paul lying on the tarmac, his hands holding the injured area. The two humans stared at the three inches of blood staining the section of the arrow that had been inside Paul's leg.
"It hurts," Paul gasped. "It really hurts."
"You'll be fine," Douglas said rubbing Paul's shoulder.
Miller stood up and pointed his revolver at Douglas' head.
"What are you—?" Douglas cried.
"You said he'll heal, how fast?" Miller demanded.
"I don't know, ten, twelve hours, I think," Douglas replied. "I've only seen it happen once, and it was a dog bite."
"Then that buys us enough time."
"What are you talking about?" Douglas asked.
Miller ignored his question and began to think of his options. "He can't really fight us in this condition, it's perfect. This will give us what we need to have him confined," Miller said keeping his gun on the other human. "I don't know if we'll get back to Rosaria before he recovers, but I'm sure we can keep him in Heatherfields until it's decided what to do with him."
"You can't," Douglas said, glaring at Miller.
"If he knows this Marco we're after, he can be an asset to our investigation," Miller said. "I'll keep him safe for the time being, and keep the press away from him as best I can, but I can't guarantee what will happen when that other one is caught."
"I won't let you hurt him," Douglas said stepping between Miller and Paul. He pressed his chest against the barrel of the gun.
"You're looking at some hefty time yourself," Miller revealed. "Aiding a serial killer and all, you'll be sent to death row for sure." He cocked the gun and moved it to Douglas' forehead. "You help me and I'll see to it that you get off clean. You'll just be considered another victim."
"And if I don't, are you really going to kill another person? End another life on your search?" Douglas snapped.
Miller hit him in the temple with the butt of the gun. "I have to do what I can to make sure those monsters don't destroy humanity. That Marco has already killed at least six people. The numbers keep rising. You know how many have died in Santa Carla, but chose to keep quiet. You really let those creatures kill for your own petty obsession."
"I'm one of them," Douglas retorted. "Maybe not physically, but in here." Douglas placed his hand against his heart. Miller glared at the man who just renounced himself as a human being despite the betrayal of the scarlet liquid leaking from the wound on his head.
"Then you can die with them," Miller said placing his finger against the trigger.
Two arms wrapped themselves around Miller's neck. The pull against his windpipe caused him to drop the gun to wrestle off the hold that attempted to end his life. Miller's arms flailed as the oxygen deprivation increased.
A soft voice spoke in his ear, "We both seek the same person." He glanced back to see the dark-haired teen who had also pretended to be Douglas' nephew. Dwayne tightened his grip on Miller's neck. "I want to find my brother and so do you. We can fight over him once he's found, but for now it looks like we can use each other's help." Dwayne released his hold on Miller but not before kneeing him in the lower back. The cop fell to the ground while Dwayne bound his arms behind his back with some rope he found off by the edge of the highway. He smirked as he stood over Miller's body. "I won't kill you just yet. At least not until we find Marco."
Dwayne did not wait for Miller to answer before hoisting him from the ground and tossing him in the back of the van. He turned to face Douglas who gave him a half-smile.
Dwayne sighed and lowered his eyes to the ground. "Look, Moonshield," Dwayne said. "About what I said earlier." Douglas kept his gaze on the second eldest of Max's children. Dwayne lifted his eyes to meet with the mortal's. "Maybe I was too hard on you about being a stupid human who wanted to be one of us. And I was wrong to doubt your machine." He let out another sigh and decided to leave out his opinion on Stephanie. He knew Douglas had not neglected her, but still wanted someone to blame for her death. "You put yourself in danger for us, that's the mark of a true vampire." He clamped his hand on Douglas' shoulder. "I'll talk to Max when we return."
Douglas clamped his hand around Dwayne's. The two smiled at each other before hurrying to move the injured vampire.
Dale's hand squeezed David's chin. David's clawed left hand gripped at Dale's throat while the other dripped with the blood spurting from the mortal's chest. Dale hacked out a stream of blood from his mouth. He slowly gripped a metal stake from a secret compartment of his jacket. He lowered it behind David's back, ready for the strike. David's fingers spread, the claws begging to taste a second helping of human flesh.
David's ears picked up the whistling from behind him. He glanced back just in time to see the stake headed for his back, pointing straight for his heart. The sirens in the distance distracted the mortal enough for his hand to slip and the stake was accidentally inserted just to the right of David's spine, missing his heart altogether. David growled and sent his claws into Dale's throat.
The nails penetrated through the skin and muscle. David had not the time to secure his grip into the arteries before the others called for his retreat. David pulled back his claws and watched as the slayer fell to his knees with the blood pouring over the fingers which clamped onto the wound. David allowed himself the pleasure of tasting the spoils of the fight.
"David, come on!" Douglas called.
The head vampire heeded the mortal's warning. He glanced back at his latest victim to see the glare upon the man's face. The blood poured at a steady rate, still David wished he had just a few seconds more to assure the man's death. Dwayne's strong hold pulled his brother into the back seat of the van. David closed the door behind him as the cop cars pulled onto the scene. Several men jumped out of their vehicles to shoot at the speeding van as it fled the scene.
The police were more interested in the dying man at their feet.
"Hang on, buddy, we'll get you patched up," one cop said just before Dale lost consciousness.
Dale's eyes shut with one thought before slipping into the black. Mark my words, vampire, our next meeting will be your last. With that thought he fell limp in the cop's hands.
Once they were a good five miles from the hospital David slipped the seatbelt across his shoulder. Miller was seated beside him, his eyes focused on both him and Dwayne. Dwayne sat on the other side of the mortal, his arms crossed, and his gaze out the window. Paul sat in the passenger seat, groaning with every bump they drove over. He grasped at the wound every few minutes against Douglas' warning.
Douglas kept his eyes on the road while hoping that the authorities had not the chance to write down his license plate number. The tracking system instructed them in northeast direction. It seemed that the youngest vampire had changed directions, whether to throw off his hunters, or out of his own interest, the mortal knew not. He only knew he needed to catch Marco before anymore like Dale had the chance to.
David gritted his teeth as they turned a sharp curve. Paul let out a cry of agony while gripping the arrow wound. Douglas gently smacked his hand while reminding him that it would heal better were he to let it alone. David shut his eyes, hoping by the time he opened them that the gaping hole in his back as well as the one in Paul's leg were fully healed.
If Marco were still alive David was certain his fists and fangs would end the boy's undead life. Whether it was the fatigue of the fight, the loss of blood, or the lack of blood consumption, or all three combined, the eldest vampire's eyelids fell into the temptation of sleep. Before he knew it the humming of the vehicle lulled him to slumber.
Well, there you have it, folks. I hope you enjoyed. Please leave a review.
I know this one was short, and there was no Marco, but he will return in the next chapter. Until next time.