Chapter 3 – Viper Irvine
I was going to die and I knew it. The werewolf faced down at me with bloodied teeth, and growled low and viciously. In his yellow slitted eyes I saw my reflection, and I saw the fear in my own face. The werewolf looked up over my head in surprise. In his eyes I saw a flying figure that grew larger each second. I could make out the shape of a bat. Then with a swift kick the werewolf that pinned my down was sent flying backwards across the street and into the wall of a quite house. I leaped up to face my rescuer and saw that it was a female. She turned around and looked at me and I saw her face. She was a vampire. Her face was strong and her brown curled hair fell to her shoulders. She wore a similar metallic cloak that I wore, but over a tight leather suit. She had thick black boots and long black fingernails, which were temporary like her blood red eyes and bared fangs. Despite her mature clothing she looked the same age as me. The werewolf she kicked stirred awake and sprang back up. She turned around and jumped through the air towards it. She crashed into it heavily and knocked it behind a bush. When she immerged her lips, teeth and hands were bloodstained and her hands also. Her fangs reduced to normal teeth along with her eyes which turned brown.
"Are you fucking nuts?' she asked surprisingly calmly. "Taking on eight werewolves is suicide."
"Well I killed most of them didn't I" I replied, also transforming back to my normal self. She looked at me in disbelief.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Oh yeah, I'm Viper Irvine," she said. "And you are?"
"I'm Gabriel Von Alberict" I said.
"Well Gabriel, I don't think you should go back to the cult, you'll defiantly be banished."
"Bit late" I sighed.
"Well then, we have something in common," she smiled. "I suggest we leave before another two hundred come running down the street." She said this with such blankness in her face I didn't know if she was kidding or being factual. I went over to one of the werewolves and pried free the dagger. It dripped with blood that I wiped off on the fur of the dead creature. Viper looked at me in interest for a moment then continued to walk on into the thick park of trees.
"You coming," I heard her call from inside its depths. I ran into the forest after her. I found her walking into a small waste site behind the park.
"So you were exiled?" I asked.
"Yes, by the same cult that you live in," she replied.
"What do you mean there is only one cult" I asked her. She stopped suddenly, and turned around.
"Do you know about the conspiracy?" she asked.
"What conspiracy?" I asked her back confused.
"Oh My God, what were you banished for then?" she gasped.
"For going to the surface without a leader," I slumped my head.
"They banished you for that, wow that Mordekai is more of an asshole then I thought."
"Well I kind of got my friend killed," I said even more ashamed.
"And…." She said.
"And what?" I asked.
"Well it must have been some one important for them to banish you," she said matter of fact way.
"No it was just my friend, Drake Darkcrow."
"DRAKE! No it can't be, not him," she gasped in horror. "Come with me now." She grabbed my hand I ran as fast as she could into a dark drainpipe, that was barely big enough for us the stand up in.
"Stop" I called to her. "what's the big deal" we continued to run and when we burst out the other end the scene had changed and the sun was rising on the horizon making my skin tingle under it faint light. We stood on the edge of the Thames River, the morning sun lit up the streets of London with a faint whisper.
"In here" she said pulling me into a dingy shed by an empty house. "There is so much you don't know, and they will already be after you" her voice was pained
"Who's after me, tell me what's happening." I asked worriedly.
But then she pulled me into the shed. The firelight flickered dimly in the small wet room. The black stone walls shimmered against the light and the pools of water danced madly. This room was not a shed at all; it was only disguised as a shed. A single brass door stood on the wall facing the house. Scratch marks etched down it as if it were scorched by fire. Viper looked at me, as I waited nervously. She knocked on the door three times whilst still looking at me; her eyes flickered with something I didn't know. Her face gave nothing away.
"Who is it?" Came a deep grudged voice.
"The rebellion," Viper replied calmly, still not turning from me. The door flew open with a sudden burst and Viper finally turned away. I suddenly wished I was back in the street facing the werewolves. The room beyond was brilliantly lit, not only by the torches on the wall but by the huge open fireplace at the end of the room, crackling with a sharp tongued fire. The walls were made of the same stone as the inside of the shed, and like it the shed it was also concealed carefully by the outer layer of a house. A grey stone table stretched down the length of the room with throne like chairs lined along next to it. But this was not the reason he was afraid of the room. In the room sitting at on each chair was a teen vampire or werewolf. All of them looked ravenously down the room, straight into my eyes.