He stared at Anastasia. She was no longer the little girl, who he felt he could bully. He struggled maintaining his power to the force field. His voice broke. He had an idea and he set it in motion but it was taking extremely long. Why?, He reflected. He peered beyond them, what look to him to be an expanse of shewolves. More than he had foreseen. The number of elite vampire standing by her side. Each one representing one thousand serving under them. He had arrived without notification and demanded hospitality. He had an idea, a blueprint of deception to take advantage of the new queen. But now he remained alone. His aides unable to support the plan apparently broken down. His experience of the ages, prodding him to apologize, to implore forgiveness then to promptly withdraw. But he had pushed too far, demanded too much.
The fringe of her wings, dressed with jagged razor-sharp protrusions stared at him. The sharp tip of the bone already inside the force field.
He stared at Anastasia, no longer yelling, peering at him with a calm serene expression on her face. Her huge black eyes threatened to devour him. He shuddered with fear, gradually opening his mouth. As a wet sticky noise crawled towards him. His eyes became even broader as her wings once the length of a traditional sailing ship readying itself for sea, became broader.
"I have a surprise for you…" She spoke calmly, observing the fear swelling in his eyes. The tips of her wings, the bone twisted, rounded, a crimson sheen slipped over it like mucus. The point tearing through the fiberous material giving birth to a simple sickled shaped claw that gently curved towards him. The edges glistening as they maneuvered around him like a pair of scissors. The edges crossing each other, easily slipping through the barrier and gently settled on the Baron's collar. All she had to do was flinch, sneeze or pull and his head would drop.
"My queen…" He spoke quietly as he dropped his chin, "there are those that will miss me… Those who know I am here…" He gulped, licking his lips, his eyes wet as tears trickled, "I don't consider it to be prudent that you kill me… My servants will…"
"I won't…" Anastasia quickly conveyed.
"Huh!" He arched eyebrows in dismay, "won't what?" He understood what she meant.
"Miss you" she smirked as the inside curl of the clawed appendage brushed against his collar, the chill of death shot through his person. A small thin line of blood appeared on his neck.
A sudden dull thunderous roar, blasts of hot air came through the doorways like a hurricanes winds. The ground shook, but Anastasia never moved her eyes off her prey, memorizing the moment. The walls of the cavern glowed with the colors of the morning sunrise, waves of heat rose from the wall, as the stone sweated.
The wolves and vampires looked around nervous, unfamiliar with what was happening.
"Earthquake?" Someone spoke.
The stone behind them, the far wall began to melt.
"Move!" Someone yelled as the stone bulged outward then a ball of heat forced through the mountain. The ball of flames grew, slamming against the wall. It burst on impact, scatter hot flames out into the air. The inferno consumed the air, suffocating everything. The flames raged, scorching the ground a lifeless black. The cavern filled with a deafening roar of a modern-day jet engine.
Anastasia let out growl as she pulled her wings forward. The Baron ducked, maybe he just fainted but the wings only sliced the air.
"Dammit…" Anastasia clenched her fist as the rage returned to her face, "Suka, Mischa… Make sure he doesn't raise his face from the dirt…" The veins in her neck strained as she screamed. Her wolves moved quickly in the chaos.
Mischa, the thick black Wolf with a single scar that fell across her eye, slammed her paws, claws extended as she straddled his head. Her open mouth, large canines at the back of the Baron head. Suka stomped on his back, her claws digging through his clothing into his skin. The others moving away from the massive fireball watching it slowly fade.
