Albelle was running. She sprinted up towards the trees and slide down. She flexed and stretched, feeling the warm fur on her body. She was in her wolf form. She loved her freedom. The creature inside of her didn't like being trapped in a human body, just liked being trapped in a cage. She could hear everything, the leaves of the trees, which rustled slightly as the strong winds blow.
Even the foxes and small animals, they squinted in fear and hide away, because the domain one was here. She laughed while in the animal form. A throaty and husky one, which easily thought as a howl of a wolf.
She changed back hours later. Knowing full well that the night world council was finding her. The recent vampire assassins that were sent to get her head were strong, but not strong enough to endure torture.
They should have her killed if they weren't stupid enough to think that after tying her up, she wouldn't try to attack them.
People always misjudged werewolves. Wolves are strong surviving types, and would not easily give up. They also have a clear thinking, but when the beast was let out, the wolves would turned into flesh-thirsting type, and sacrificed anything to have their food.
She watched and listened with her silver eyes glinting and associating with the scarlet moonlight. It was the full moon. She heard those quick yet small footsteps on the forest ground. She had asked her Pack to leave her alone, lest they got hunted too. They couldn't deny her direct order.
To disobey was death in the Pack law. So she waited. She loved the thrill of adrenaline that was pulsing through her silver blood. Loved the way her body reacted to the hunt. They were hunting her. But soon, she would be the hunter.
Seth Monsen stared at the person standing in front of him. Hunter Redfern. He was one cunning old bastard. But who were to say him old?
Seth was about a million years old, the most ancient and powerful vampire in the night world council. His eyes were a bottomless pit, one that could attract you in and never let you go. He had driven a lot of nightworlders insane by not looking at them. One would pay a lot, just for him to look at them. His eyes that was ever changing.
Now, his eyes was the color of midnight dark cerulean blue, with glitter that shone like thousands stars. The color that show annoyance. He didn't drive humans mad by not looking at them; he made them end their own life. So what did this vampire want?
Hunter cleared his throat, trying to claim attention. He softly said, " A werewolf killed 34 of our strongest vampires. 19 were assassins. 15 were intruders to her territory." Seth didn't change his posture but stared straight up at him. He was sitting on a plush chair, leaving Hunter to stand, not providing any seats.
Who could argue of his bad hospitality? No one dared to. Seth with his low and dangerous voice spoke, sent shudders down Hunter's frail body when compared to him. " Who sent those assassins?" An audible gulp was heard clearly. " Hansear." She was one of the night world council, an African woman, and old enough to be Hunter's great-grandmother. Truth to be told, there were a lot more vampires that was older than Maya Redfern. She was not the oldest among all. Because Seth IS.
Seth face that was practiced for century to show no emotions almost betrayed him. He was in boiling fury. How dare she sent them without telling him? It was the direct challenge of authority. He looked at Hunter, still standing there. But he could see he was trying not to quiver in fear. Seth's own telepathy power flooded the suite in full glory. He purposely let it out of his immortal pores, and now Hunter knelt down on the floor, both hands on the floor, beads of sweat forming on his wide forehead.
Vampires seldom sweat. Sweating mean one was afraid and was in subsiding to the more dominant one. He raised his hands up, wanting to have some privacy alone. Hunter immediately rises up, due to his haste; he fell, his knees visibly shaking.
When he finally left, Seth commanded that Hansear be sent in. She stood proud, nose in the air. The green gown that she was wearing emphasized on her bright green eyes that have gold flecks shadowing it. At its pupil, a tiny shimmer of silver frisked through.
" I had had heard some interesting news about you." Her eyes widen slightly, and she regained her composure quickly. Never to show emotions or fear.
" No, Seth. All that you should know had been reported to you." And Seth laughed, a laugh so rich and melodious, Hansear wasn't sure she heard correctly. He spoke with malice, " how 'bout the werewolf and assassins?" Her breath quicken with fear, she took a step back. " No, I was going to tell-" She didn't manage to say finish her last sentence before being burnt alive by Seth's power. He smirked and said to the now dead and badly burnt body, " Never mess with me."
Albelle waited. But all of a sudden, the pacing stopped, and there was only immense silence and the crooking of insects. When she finally sensed that the nightworlders was gone, she let out a long breath she hadn't know she was holding.
And she glances at the dark sky, how long could she continue? How long would it be before she died?
The night world council was having a meeting. A meeting about that werewolf. She was the local Pack and was awfully skilled. The screen showed a picture of her. She was so beautiful. But Seth would not show it. The sad thing was that she was going to be dead. Maybe he could have some fun. Her big eyes with the pure color of silver, one that hadn't been polluted by the technology.
Her smile of sunshine, warmth and bliss. Seth swore he saw her winking. Her hair the color of blue. A color so light that even dye can't have that kind of colors.
The next slide was a video. One moment she was with her Pack in human form, the next second she was a werewolf queen. Though she was surrounded by a whole lot of werewolves, she stands out. Her fur color was not the color of brown or white, but a color of molten gold with blue specks. Her eyes shone with bright silver.
The council was all quiet, waiting for Seth to speak. " So…what do you think, Seth?" Hmm… " Who can go against her?" The silence stretched. " Honest speaking. I don't think anyone of us could. Her mom was Hellewise and her dad…Nicoklai." Nicoklai was the oldest vampire alive before Seth killed him. That means this girl was practically a hundred thousand years old. A challenge then. " Are you suggesting me?" The night world elders bowed their heads, waiting silently for the strike. " Fine."
They looked up, eyes glistening. This was the first time Seth didn't attack them. "So lets come up with a plan then."
