Treacherous Passion- Chapter Six

He wasn't satisfied with the brown-haired vampire elucidation of the now rapidly increasing numbers of Circle Daybreak. He can't even comprehend why anyone in the right mind would want to be buddies with some vermin. He shook his head and his mouth hinted the barest of smiles.

" Why, didn't you have enough time checking out?"

The vampire near Seth's feet visibly swallowed, his fear held at the sleeve of his already bloodied and tattered shirt. Seth's foot shot out hitting the man in his gut, and blood splattered out of the victim's mouth.

" Dirty, dirty blood…" Seth licked his lips, thinking about everything but not mercy.

" Pl-please, I 'ill do zit right…J-just one more chance…" he choked out, his insides burn so badly, but the torture won't stop.

" Miss mommy?" Seth mocked, followed by boisterous laughter that he didn't bother to contain. His repulse was clear, disgusted by his follower's clear tomfoolery. Call him a fastidious person, he wouldn't care.

He roughly grabbed his hand, staring at the scabbed and dismantled fingers, but nonetheless better than his other hand that was already twisted in an odd angle. Practically falling out. He grasped it almost tightly, leaning near the victim's face, his lips so close to that vampire's own, and whispered sweetly

" You know we could use some entertainment…"

He gulped and his eyes went wide. Seth was infamous for being cold hearted in whatever dealings he had. After all, living for thousands of years really had its knack.

A burst of fire ignites from his hands to the vampire's. He screamed hoarsely, feeling the pain, the heat, but mostly on how his flesh started rotting and ash…Ash? He stared at the ruined mess of his forefinger, slowly melting away, and the unpleasant heat intensifying, burning, so hot that his bones started turning into ashes. His eyes started water, as the sparks from the fire on his hand was too much to bear.

He rubbed the fire on his pants, shirt, everywhere but it wouldn't distinguish, yet slowly gets higher in temperature and in physical enlargement.

He pleaded, all hints of hope degenerated out of him. " Arghh, please, st-stop the fire, hot…so hotttt." He dragged the last word out, the pain so intense that he couldn't focus anymore, his mind filled with tiny black spots, promise to engulf him completely if he lose consciousness, and he would, gladly.

But Seth isn't any saint. He stopped the burning, and steered away any hints of darkness. He was still annoyed at his stupidity, not getting any information worth, he could simply kill him, but that would be too easy.

He took hold of his mane of brown hair, tilting his head, forcing the vampire to face him. His hold is strong, tempting to rip out his thick strands of hair. The victim let out a gurgled sound, his mouth filled with blood.

" Think I would let you die huh?" He paused; look like he was giving it a thought. He pulled his hair harder, and was rewarded with a shrill scream.

" What, too girly to continue, huh? Thought better of you, Richard." He grabbed Richard by the neck and held him in the air. Then with quick reflexes, he threw him across the room, leaving a trail of blood. Richard's built wasn't small, he was muscular and definitely a fighter. But Seth paid no hint and was stronger, throwing him like lifting a feather.

A little servant came bowing, awaiting for instructions.

" Give him blood, and make sure he live. I will continue later, such a weakling."

He wiped his hand on a piece of handkerchief, his face defiant and arrogant. Then he strolled out, off to see his little werewolf.


Albelle felt sick. She was so desperate to escape, this place was like prison, everywhere is iron bars that threaten to burn her, and she couldn't help but feel helpless. The cages inside the Dungeon were filled with lots of humans, vampires, witches and werewolves alike. Their eyes pleading and hopeless. A new captive seemed to be carried in by two men. He was crying, Albelle could tell by the sound of sobs, his whole body and face, well…disfigured.

Albelle might not be a bloody priest or something, but she knew compassion. She rushed forward, trying to hold off those men. But as she drew closer, she realized he was one of the three assassins she left alive.

" Oh, you!" The man barely registered her; his face contorted in pain, and Albelle felt her anger wash away. She stared as they dragged one human out of the cage, with her arms flailing and desperately trying to get away. The human woman who had taken her here went to stand beside her, and said nonchalantly, like it was every day's thing. Just like administrating the weather's report. So bland, so lack of emotions. And she hated it.

" The vampire's food" she pointed at the woman, "And I'm suppose to get some live human for you, free to pick." Though her words speak nothing, but her eyes did. There was so much sadness and anger, her eyes narrowing into slits and fists clenched hard. Being the nice person she is, Albelle went over and hugged her, trying not to think about her opprobrious conduct. Seriously, hugging a vermin.

Frankly, she was a little hurt when the woman pushed her away and stared at her angrily, and like something click in her, she understood why this sadness. She was scared; fear that Albelle might just pick her for meal.

" All of you are the same, I bet you're thinking about tearing through my flesh now, they smell good, huh?"

" I didn't mean-"

But she didn't bother listening, she retorted indignantly.

" Even though you're now his prey, but you're still treated better than we vile vermin." Albelle had a rough idea who the 'his' means. Seth. Fucking Seth.

" I'm not thinking about choosing anyone for food, not me. I wouldn't."

She watched the woman's face, her feelings all mixed up. Fear, anger, and confusion, and something she couldn't fathom. The woman opened her mouth to answer, and Albelle thought it would be another retort, but it never came, because someone else answered.

" Really, and I thought you would be screaming for joy now. See how you were when you kill my vampires like nothing, sure you weren't trying to lie to this poor human here?" A familer voice drawled, and she knew it too well by now.

Albelle clenched her fists, steadying her breath. Probably her day's just not getting any better.


Author's Confessions:

I didn't like calling its author's notes, so it'll be confessions. I hope you like this chapter, next one will be more on Albelle's Pack. Thanks for the reviews, too, don't worry, wouldn't forget about them. This chapter is mostly on Seth's character development. I wouldn't lie, so i will just say he's a sadistic man. But i really like portaying his dark and dangerous actions and attitude. Good day.