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Ch. 5- If only it was just a Dream

The smell of blood filled the air while it stained the once white snow with its' crimson color. The once peaceful village was now covered in the blood of its inhabitants.

Breathing heavily, I watched first hand as the chaos ensued.

The screams heard were almost ear shattering before they were silenced. Vampires had their way with villagers as they chased them down like feeble prey. The vampires thought of it as a game or a sport because the grins, as they played and ate, were undeniable.

The village was quiet for a time before it began to burn, some fool must have knocked over a candle. But it only added to the spectacle at hand. The carcasses were piled onto one another to show the remains of their feast. For added entertainment villagers that managed to survive the massive slaughter were converted and then buried under the pile of the dead. What a humiliating death to endure; being converted just to be killed again by the lethal blood of the dead. They attempted to eat their way out, but they had no chance because of the increasing weight of the ever increasing dead.

"Ironic how quickly the blood of mortals changes from delicious food to one of the few methods to our death." He patted my shoulder in praise as he walked passed me. "But I have to admit, you make beautiful music." Blood dripped from his arms as they moved through the air. A maestro seemed to have taken center stage because with every motion of his blood soaked hands the screams of the remaining living or the muffled screams of vampires trapped under the dead were heard. He lost himself in the music.

With one last swift movement of his arms it all ended. "Beautiful…dinner and music by candle light." he said as he turned to me. "You are a creative genius Matthew. You never cease to make me proud." Turning back to the dying flames he says, "None of them deserve to live among us. But honestly, who says they can't die without a purpose."

With his comments I notice the taste of blood in my mouth. I look down at my clothes covered in blood. The blood ran down to the snowy ground and to a path of red which traveled across the village. "I caused this?"

It all quickly rushed back. In the heat of the chaos and recovering from the overexertion of energy I forgot how this all started. Everyone seemed to be in the village square celebrating a meaningless event; it seemed the perfect time to strike. The first decapitation, first screams, first smell of blood in the village seemed to occur again before him. With the first death, the villagers scattered, but were soon chased down by the others in the shadows.

"That's right…" With a low chuckle I lick the blood off my fingers. "I was sent to find dinner, I was just a bit unwilling to share. I have always been bit greedy when it came to food but I guess I can blame that on your teachings, Adam…"

Jeff lay in his bed in a fetal position, his body covered in sweat as he found himself trapped in his mind. It had been over a week since Adam had made his presence known but the Lycan was still feeling the repercussions. Thoughts, visions and memories of events he tired so hard to forget and bury away deep in his mind had resurfaced and threatened to consume him. He found himself once more in a small dark cell, the walls closing in on him. His eyes were closed shut, sweat covering his skin as he began to shake.

"No more darkness, no more darkness," he muttered, close to hyperventilation. His mind was telling him he was surrounded by darkness when in fact the florescent lights of his room shone brightly down upon him.

He was finally snapped out of this panicked stage when a scream of terror ripped through his sub consciousness. He bolted upright; it took him a moment to realize were he was. He sat up like a wolf as his ears perked up, listening to the night. When he heard the scream again he realized it belonged to his brother.

Jeff jumped out of bed and bolted through the door, not caring that he was wearing nothing but a pair of sweat soaked sleeping pants as he barged into his brother's room, fearful that the twisted Vampire had found them and was about to take away his brother. He let out a sigh of relief when he realized Matt was just dreaming. He sat down beside him, firmly shaking him.

"Matt, Matt, wake up, it's just a dream."

At the sound of his name and the sudden feeling of his body shaking Matt's eyes snapped open. He bolted up right and was about to strike the person who touched him when his crazed gaze focused on his brother and realize it was only him.

"Jeff?"

He paused, images of his nightmare, nay his memory, replayed through his head, scaring him into looking around the room for his Sire. "Adam! Where is he?!"

Jeff let out a sigh of relief when his brother finally woke up. "It's all right, Matt, it was just dream." He was silent for a moment, knowing that he was going to have to tell him the truth soon.

Still tense Matt reclined into his brothers arms. He could not relax, not when he had just relived something he had buried deep. He had not thought of that night for decades now, he had fought so hard to deny that, that…. Monster was even him. But how could he do that when dreams like that remind him of it? That thought causes him to pause and disturb him even more. If it had been so long since he had thought of his dark past, why was it resurfacing now?

He thought hard for a long moment, trying to think of something strange, anything that could have triggered these memories. He glances down at himself and realizes he is drenched in sweat, it was then he remembered his body's reaction that night at the bridge.

Looking up at his brother, Matt asked, "What happened that night on the bridge?" Sweat continued to pour down his face in anticipation for his brother's answer. He dreaded the response, but he had to know.

Jeff held on to his brother in a protective manner, trying to comfort him. He let out a sigh as he closed his eyes, preparing himself for the upcoming conflict. "When you passed out we were not alone on that bridge." He was silent for a moment, not wanting to be the one to shatter the life they had created here, but he knew he had no other choice. After a moment he opened his eyes and stared directly at his brother. "Adam is in the city, he knows where we are and he wants you back..."

Shit.

"That's impossible," Matt broke away from Jeff and stood to his feet. "We have eluded him for so long, why now?"

Matt could not look at his brother, anger had overtaken him. The anger he felt forced him to punch the wall several times. The last punch carried the last of Matt's energy and broke through the dry wall and creating a nice gapping hole. His anger subsided while his other emotions intensified. Matt fell to his knees and leaned against the wall. "Shit..."

Jeff was silent as he watched his brother beat his aggression out on his wall; at a lost for words. When Matt had calmed down a bit he rose from his position on the bed and sat down next to him.

"I don't know how he found us, last we heard of him he was on the other side of the world." He let out a deep sigh when he remembered something Adam had said to him that day. "That girl from the park…. The story has been on the news for weeks, he must have seen it." He winced as he spoke his next words carefully, "He probably recognized it as your work and knew it must have been you." He knew it was not what Matt wanted to hear, but it was the truth.

I knew it. I knew I shouldn't have given in. Memories of his mistake flashed through his mind. Each action seemed to be worse than the last; he could see Adam's teachings in each motion. Damn him, he taught me too well. Adam always taught that one should tenderize and savor one's food so it only made sense that Adam would know about the murder since it has been on the news for weeks. But with his realization Matt could only wonder, Could he really remember my style so well? And why does he want me?

Jeff could sense his brother's inner conflict and he felt a sense of helplessness. He placed his arm around his brother's shoulder; attempting to comfort Matt as well as himself with the gesture. "We are stronger than all those years ago; we can hold our own against him now."

Jeff wanted so much to believe his own words, but he knew deep down that the master Vampire was much more powerful than them. He only hoped his words would reassure his sibling.

His brother's words were hollow, Matt knew that. At the same time, however, Matt could not deny that there could be some truth to them as well. Matt closed eyes as he tried to imagine how the future will be. The brothers had left their old lives and their own kind decades ago to reunite. They had spent that time not only hiding from their past, but bonding as brothers. The past few years had been full of fun, enjoyment and peace for the Vampire and Lycan. Adam threatened to destroy all that.

Taking a deep breath, Matt rose to his feet and said, with as much confidence as he could muster, "You're right. We have to fight. Adam won't give us any other options."

Jeff nodded in agreement, his courage rising at his brother's words and he stood up beside him. A small curl appeared at the corner of his lips, an attempt to keep the growing fear inside him at bay.

"I won't let that bastard win. If I have to rip his non-beating heart with my claws from his bare chest, I will." Jeff's words were filled with anger and courage, but they were as hollow as the sentence he spoke before. He was terrified of the Vampire and it took every ounce of strength he possessed not to break down at that moment. The one thing that kept his fear at bay and his strength up was the thought of what that monster would do to his brother.

Jeff shuddered at the thought of the monster his brother once was before they had found each other again. He felt his anxiety rise as he quickly pulled out the lighter he always had in his sleeping pants. He flicked it open and watched as the flame ignited, calming his nerves with its glow. He let out a sigh of relief. "We can't let him control us," he whispered.

The sight of Jeff filling with hope and determination and then being his usual self and playing with his lighter brought a small smile to Matt's face. The look in Jeff's eyes showed how much heart the young pup had.

'Maybe it because his heart is still beating,' Matt thought to himself.

The high tension in the air was beginning to dissipate but was quickly replaced with the psychological preparation for what seems to an unavoidable battle.

Tbc…