Chapter IV: Train Station Massacre

As the Black jugernaught that was Amelia's train came to a halt, her chief death dealer Nathan made his way to the carriage window. Looking past the tracks he saw of group men in suits, holding automatic weapons. The lead man, a short long haired, expressionless figure, took a flash light from his pocket and clicked it on and off four times, Nathan responded with four clicks of his own, as was the agreed signal. Nathan then turned and nodded to Matthew who was stood at the other end of the carriage, between them sat the council members, "let's do this." He said to the lower ranking Death Dealer.

At the same time this was happening Amelia and Malachi were watching the scene unfold from her carriage window. "There" said Malachi pointing to a man with a flashlight "Soren, I bet he's only here to wind me up."

"Ah yes" noted Amelia "I'd almost forgot about your little spat. I don't suppose it would do me any good to remind you that it happened fifty years ago would it?"

"No" was the one worded response she received.

Rolling her eyes Amelia warned "Do not start anything"

"Of course not my lady" Said Malachi somewhat unconvincingly "Lets not keep him waiting."

Amelia exited her private quarters into the main carriage, with Matthew standing aside for her as she entered. Amelia made her way towards Nathan and the carriage door, as always Malachi stood just over her shoulder. As they passed the Council members stood to walk behind the elder; that was until they heard it, the blood curdling sound that no Vampire wants to hear. The sound of Howling.

Both Malachi and Amelia cast their eyes upwards, desperately searching for where the sounds were coming from. Casting a quick glance out of the Window Malachi could see that their escorts were not making a move to help them. They were betrayed. Then six or seven heavy thuds hit the carriage roof, Amelia looked up once more, as Malachi cast a worried glance towards Nathan. It was Nathan who finally broke the silence in the carriage by pulling back the hammer of his weapon. Malachi clenched his fist around the handle of his Cain and awaited the inevitable, he would not have long to wait.

There was a smash of glass as one of the beasts came in through the window. Pulling Amelia back behind him Malachi swung his right arm at the Lycan, driving the sharp silver edges of his cane into the lycans face, then with a slight flick of his wrist his drove the solid silver point of his walking cane into the beasts heart and kicked it back through the window. However by this point the beast's companions had entered the carriage. "One down" Malachi spat coldly. There was carnage from this point onwards; there was a deafening sound of gunfire from the Death Dealers, until Nathan's head was near enough destroyed on impact with a window. Malachi continued to fend off the lycan, using his cane as an extension of his body, landing every blow perfectly, he had been able to kill two more of the lycan, one with his cane, the other by snapping its neck, however this victory would be short lived as one of the beasts was able to pin him against the wall, crushing his throat. As he struggled against his aggressor he could again hear two lots of gunfire, Mathew and the driver were holding the beasts at bay. Malachi was feeling drowsy now, although he had been able to avoid the snapping jaws of the lycan holding him he had been unable to break its grip, then to his surprise the creature released him and sunk to the floor. Amelia had broken its neck, "What would you do without me?" she smiled. Before he could respond, his mistress let out a cry of unspeakable pain and staggered backwards. A lycan had delivered a devastating attack, slashing her side open with his claws. "Amelia!" cried Malachi, regaining his weapon and moving his mistress away from their would be attackers. They had been fighting for no more than a minute and a half, yet now Malachi and Amelia were alone, Nathan and Matthew lay fallen, their driver disemboweled and the entire council slain. What made things worse is that there was nowhere to run now, they were backed up against a wall, two Vampires cornered with four lycans in front of them. Malachi displayed his fangs and hissed at his aggressors. "I'm sorry my lady" Malachi hung his head in shame "I have failed you." Then, twisting the solid silver handle of his cane, Malachi unsheathed a magnificent blade. A solid silver stake emerged from the wooden Shaft, discarding the shaft Malachi launched a last ditch assault against the lycan, he drove the stake into one of their hearts, removed it and began to exchange blows with the surviving three in a desperate attempt to protect his princess and sire. Despite a valiant effort from the loyal servant, Malachi was overcome; a Lycan tossed his still body at his mistress's feet.

Amelia sank to the floor and cradled the head of her chylde, letting out a whine of pain. Though they were in their wolf forms Amelia could have sworn they were laughing at her. Letting loose with what can only be described as a roar, she flew at one of the Lycan sinking her teeth into its throat and tearing it out. However soon the already wounded Amelia fell, one of the two remaining lycan grasped a claw around throat. Amelia, powerless for the first time in her life was flinching with pain, with tears running down her face, Amelia could feel she was losing consciousness, before she did she managed to choke "Malachi."