Chapter Thirteen: Demon Fury

Midnight smiled at the erotic image Kai slipped into her mind, gave a soft laugh. She heard him think, Like you don't want me.

If I do, Kai Kaido, it's because you're… something. Hotshot. Now hush and stop teasing, I do sleep, you know.

You don't want me, then?

Oh, do I. Now stop with the pictures. You're gonna start something you can't finish.

Intrigued. I guess hunting comes…

It doesn't. With me around, you won't need to hunt. Now, let me sleep. I can't believe my body's this tired.

Such a nice body, though.

Will you stop?! Midnight cried out in his head, laughing. Go to sleep! Okay?

Okay. Kai sounded wistful. You don't know what you're missing.

I'm well aware. Sleep!

Midnight fell onto her bed, to exhausted to bother with her clothes. Still, even though her body was tired, her mind whirled.  Through the entire day, Midnight had been thinking about Kai, the sound of his heart, the feel of him under her mouth… the sweet, masculine taste of his blood. She had wanted to finish the conversion, to taste that blood once more, but if taken too fast it could make Kai sick for days.

A creak on the floor boards outside of her room made her wary. The boys wouldn't be creeping around, and the creak was very slight. Only a vampire would have heard. Well, maybe it was the guys… she sniffed gently. The scent was strangely familiar. It wasn't one of the Breakers, or the Tigers. It wasn't someone from Halloween. Where had she known that scent before? She listened, focusing on the entity outside. There was more than one of them.

She tried slipping into their minds, for no matter what they were, they had minds, but found herself unable. The shield they used was a familiar pattern, but why would this being… these beings, know it? Wait a second. Wait just a minute! No way… it couldn't be them. Probably a stray ghoul she'd met. Who on earth could it be? The handle on her door began to twist gently. Midnight leapt to her feet with a predatory hiss, nails blood red and razor sharp. Her pearly fangs glistened as they lengthened to press into her lips. Her eyes glowed a hellish red as her pupils narrowed to slits. The rest of her teethe grew sharper, but not longer, and she clenched them tight. The door swung all the way open, and the vampire gasped, "What are you doing here?"

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"Justin, my servant and partner… he will join us soon. Then, they shall fall." Black, blood crusted talons tapped lightly, reverently, on the glass lid of a large box. "My true love was slaughtered through their fault. But, soon my love… soon, we shall be avenged. Our son, our daughter, and us… very soon they shall be brought down, down to their knees." Another being stared at it's master.

"Will we begin now?"

"Yes, we will. Justin, come forth back to us." In another place, cold blue eyes snapped open. "Come back, my servant. It is time for our vengeance. Their end is nigh. Come forth to us. Bear witness to the end. The final end of the Vaperio royal family."

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            Brandon stirred from his sleep as a loud cracking issued from his kitchen. What in the name of his Dark Savior? (This kid's pathetic, he thinks Midnight's God.) He quietly got out of bed and stole silently down the hall. There was someone in his house. He could feel it. Their presence was making his skin crawl. He would call the police. Yeah, definitely. He heard another explosive crack, and another. Three loud smacks echoed throughout the house.

            He heard a dull thud, and another, from the living room. His hands began to shake. He stopped by the front door and picked up his favorite baseball bat, a good, solid weapon. Brandon trembled violently, fear clawing at his heart. He stopped briefly when he heard a weird sucking noise. He heard it three more times, then it ceased. He shivered as he heard a strange drip, drip, drip noise. He prayed he'd forgotten to turn of the water in the sink.

            He peered into the family room and proceeded to bite off the tip of his tongue in an effort not to scream. He spat the useless muscle on the floor. He swallowed several times, and managed not to retch at the obscene sight before him. His parents lay in a sticky red pool, slit open like cadavers, their intestines strung out in a circle around them on the floor. Their eyes were missing.

            He walked numbly into the kitchen, dropped the baseball bat. His three older sisters lay on the floor, their heads twisted at impossible angles, eyes glassy. He threw up in the sink, choking on the blood from his tongue. When he finished, he sank to his knees, head down.

            He didn't know how much later, but Brandon felt eyes at his back, and spun around just as a silver-tipped dagger came whistling toward his heart. The boy screamed as the blade tore through flesh and bone.

Oooh, cliff hanger. Who's after Midnight's family? Will Kai remain true to his decision to be a vampire? Who's in Brandon's house? Will Brandon survive this encounter?

Okay, first, I want to say, I'm not telling. Second, thank you for those who have sent me ideas for this story. Thanks bunchies!

Next chapter, we discover: Will Brandon be rescued? (Only I know. It's so unfair, isn't it?)