(Music – The Afters – We Won't Give Up)
(Music Start)
With neither a sound or an indication, Castelle slammed Ingrid out of the way with his shoulder, sending her into Jonno and both of them to the ground, Jonno being knocked out of his frozen hypnotic state.
A solitary drop of amber coloured blood dripped across the underside of Ingrid's chin, but she didn't notice.
Castelle took hold of the Daemons arm and snapped it backwards. There was what sounded like a thousand sickening cracks as he completely destroyed dark and handsomes shoulder
"That was a stupid thing to do Blood Sucker" Rohan berated lowly.
"I pledged my life to the Принцесса" Castelle stated "I'm not about to let anything happen to her now"
Rohan bent at the waist holding his now completely useless arm, giggling maniacally.
"A touching display, but contrary to popular belief, I will have her..."
He bent lower and used momentum to throw his arm out. There was a single loud crack, like thunder in the small silent room.
He now stood at his full height, holding his arm out to the side at the shoulder.
"And I hate having to do that. It hurts" he growled.
Behind him, Marella took the chance to slice his back open.
Back outside the room, and with their amplified hearing, there was a pained scream followed by a growling roar. Everyone heard the roar, no doubt everyone downstairs too
Everything in the Throne Room came to a grinding halt.
"What was that?" Renfield asked in a shaky voice.
The door creaked open and the four of them watched Wolfie squeeze through the gap and dash under the nearest piece of furniture he could fit under.
"There must be someone in there that's putting up a fight" The Count said.
Everett gasped and yelled an unfamiliar name "Castelle!"
She made a break for the door, but The Count was quicker.
When he spoke, his tone was deadly sweet.
"May I ask, who or what is 'Castelle'?"
Everett gulped. She hadn't meant to say that out loud or with such volume.
"He's...my protector" she said quietly "He found me this morning"
They stared each other down, her nervous, flittering eyes against scathing, unwavering gaze. Eventually he sighed exasperatedly.
"Why didn't you say so earlier? We may just have more time now!" he said loudly, making a dash for one of the book shelves.
"What exactly are you looking for?" Vlad asked as he watched his father throw a book over his shoulder.
"There is no way to completely kill daemon, they just hunt you down and kill you quicker. And don't make the mistake of comparing them to us. We have far more class than those monsters" The Count said as he threw another three books behind him.
One narrowly missing Everett's face, but only because Vlad pulled her out of the way in time.
He stared down at her, hurt evident in his eyes. She sent him a confused one. She didn't understand what reason he had to be hurt.
"There is a spell that can send a daemon back to where he came from" she heard The Count say, as there was the sound of another book being tossed and landing on the wood floor.
She turned her confused gaze to the book that had just landed at her feet and bent down to pick it up.
"Exul Daemon" she stated, letting her fingers gently brush the cover. It was a Latin Spell Book, the same version her Grandmother had passed down to her...one that she'd lost during the destruction of 'The Bite Club'.
"Oh, you've heard of it then?" Renfield chattered pleasantly.
She held up the book "It's in here"
Renfield 'Oh'ed happily, grabbed the book off her and started to flick through the pages but stopped hesitantly when he found he couldn't read any of it.
"Master, it's all in jibberish"
The Count pulled the book from his servants hands vigorously and thumbed through the pages himself.
"It's in Latin you idiot" he said scathingly.
"Well, you can read it, can't you?" Vlad asked as he took his turn with the book, his brows furrowing in annoyance.
"It's been a long time" The Count replied awkwardly.
Everett pursed her lips at her own annoyance and cleared her throat loudly.
She watched as something seemed to slowly click in their minds. She held her hand out for the book and Vlad handed it to her.
"Renfield, I'll need you for this"
Marella Dreq now stood pinned to the wall Glaring at the opposing daemon.
When she'd sliced his back open, he'd turned to her and nearly, quite literally, taken her head off. She'd been lucky enough to see it coming and ducked in time. She hadn't been quick enough to see the silver stake as it pierced her stomach and attached her to the wall.
Sliver was unhealthy for a Daemon's system, she could feel it searing her insides now. She would be dead within minutes.
The Vampire who had attacked lay on the other side of the coffin, dark amber coloured blood oozing from the claws that had sliced open his chest and beating heart.
This was the work of Everett Ainsley, she knew it. She'd seen a few scenes like this before, ones that had really shocked the Slayers. He would be dust in a few hours.
"I am done playing games!" Rohan said loudly "Where is Everett Ainsley?!"
The two in the corner looked at him fearfully. The Slayer behind Ingrid, put on his brave face and raised his gun, which trembled in his hand slightly.
Ingrid grabbed his hand and pulled it down.
"Don't" she whispered "No doubt the others heard something. They're probably on their way now"
"That's a lot of hope for someone such as you" Rohan hissed.
Ingrid turned her darkening gaze to the male daemon "I'm entitled to a small amount. Besides, how would we know where Everett is? She probably knows you're here and took off running"
There was a loud sizzling sound outside the door.
There was a creak of floor boards, which stopped outside the door. Rohan carefully and silently stepped toward the door. His hand gently touched the knob, he turned it quickly and threw the door open.
There was nothing but air on the other side. He stepped carefully into the door frame staring out into the hall, his dark coloured eyes scanning the now darkened surroundings. His eyes glowed an electric blue as the dark became light to his vision only. He could still see nothing.
One foot stepped back and he felt his heel touch something. He didn't have a chance to turn or react when he felt himself being shoved out the door and into the opposite wall.
The door slammed closed as he fell backwards onto the floor.
"Who do you think you are to sneak into my home and come after my family?" came a voice from the wall.
Rohan opened his eyes and looked to see an older Vampire gentleman leaning against the wall staring down at him with an angry sneer.
The Vampire Gentleman quickly dashed to him and picked him up by his coat collar.
"I don't know what you may have heard about me, but I am not one for uninvited guests"
Rohan was thrown forcefully backwards again, this time further down the hall and into another room where there was another young male Vamp, a grubby, foul smelling male human and the object of his 'affections', standing and staring down at him from the other end of a long table.
As the older Vampire strode into the room a voice yelled up the hall.
"Dad! He's after Everett!"
Rohan picked himself up off the floor and watched as the younger vampire pushed Ainsley behind him to shield her.
"So you're Count Dracula" Rohan said with a sick smile "And this must be your son"
"Vlad, look after her" his father told him with a stern gaze to Rohan
Rohan leaned on the table watching the three at the other end. Vlad hissed and bared his fangs at the intruder.
"Are we gonna be playing the hard game, or are we gonna make this easy?" Rohan said lowly.
Vlad hissed again.
"Hard game it is" Rohan flipped the table, sending it crashing into the wall.
Renfield and Vlad stared wide eyed at the destruction that lay underneath the long heavy table. Vlad pulled Everett close and flashed out of the room, slamming the door closed behind him, leaving Master and servant to fend for themselves.
Everything was alright, provided they could push the Daemon into their trap.
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