All hell breaks loose.
Enjoy.
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Chapter 14: Night Blood
That morning, Sita and Cale appeared at Brett's apartment, and they helped Terra out into the living room; where she told them everything.
She didn't blush now, as she had when she'd told Sita, but instead told her story with a voice devoid of life. She looked broken, and was constantly rubbing her throat.
Finally, Cale cleared his throat, releasing Sita's hand. "Terra, I think we all need to prepare."
"For what? You don't think he'd actually go haywire or something do you?" Though inwardly, she knew he already had.
"Yes, I do. We should all be protecting you, and we should definetely get some stakes or something. We can't let him take you Terra. You're our friend, the most kick ass dancer I've ever seen, and probably the most passionate girl alive." Sita elbowed him but smiled.
Terra blushed only slightly. "Don't you understand? If you fight him, he'll kill you. He's already proved that he doesn't care about hurting people." Her gaze flicked to Brett and he fidgeted.
They'd left that part of the story out, but eventually Sita and Cale would have to find out.
Sita let her hand rest on Terra's knee, squeezing reassuringly. "Terra, whatever mess you're in, you can always count on us to be there to back you up. No one kicks my girlfriend's ass without my say so. Besides, he's dangerous. A loose cannon. You can't fight him on your own. You need backup." The others nodded.
"We have to get going, though. The dancing performance is tonight Terra. Do you still want to-" Terra glared at him.
"Of course I'll still dance. Even if there's a thousand vampires after me I won't hide away. Dancing is my life."
The others exchanged gazes, then sighed collectively.
Brett touched her shoulder, lightly. The cold ice in his hands still unnerved her. "Whatever you want Terra. Just- I think they should know about my- problem."
Terra rattled the story off to the others, watching their reactions as she finished. Sita and Cale were confused at first, then Cale nearly burst a blood vessel, then everything was fine. They were still all good friends, and that was proven as Brett hadn't tried to drain any of them.
That night, the dancing was perfect. Terra danced with a furious passion that the audience had never seen before; and they loved it.
After, Brett joined them outside the theatre, where they pondered what to do next. Brett suggested trying to get any vampires watching Terra out into the open.
"What about the Night Blood?" Terra asked. The others stared at her. She shrugged," Dracula told me it was owned and run by vampires, so it must be a big hang out for them. We should try there first."
It was the best plan, but also the most dangerous.
Terra borrowed some clothes from Sita and they were off, huddled in the back seat of the car.
Terra felt like it was Judgement Day, for all the apprehension she felt.
She was going straight to him. To all of the other vampires. Straight into Hell.
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She stood at the bar, leaning casually against it while stirring her drink tentatively. Her causuality belied her inner terror at what could happen. All around her she felt cold; pressing in on her.
Wanting her.
She listened to the faintly dark music, recalling the song by Evanescence. "Haunted", was very appropriate for her current situation. Terra shuddered and downed her glass, slamming it back to the counter and tipping the barman. He smiled at her with a slightly leering look in his eye, but she ignored it.
She was only here for one purpose.
Looking up at the various second floor balconies looking out over the dance floor, she spotted her friends; Brett, alone in the shadows, Sita, with Cale -casually kissing while looking down at the floor every now and then. She could see the flash of silver on her friends coat with a sparkle of relief.
She knew they were all armed; except Brett. He only had teeth and claws if it came to a fight. But she was quite sure he'd be able to pull his weight with that alone.
She was about to turn and ask for another drink when a familiar coolness descended on her back; a cold finger tracing her spine. A shiver raced up her back, her hair fluffed up slightly, and her shoulders tensed.
Relax, a voice whispered in her mind. She listened to it, hearing the hypnotic, seductive coaxing. She relaxed, allowing the vampire behind her to lead her onto the dance floor.
She fell against his chest, unable to lift her head. The room swam as they danced. She look up, gritting her teeth at the familar visage.
"Enjoying the view?" Cocky as hell to boot.
"Screw-you," she croaked out, finding it incredibly hard to speak. "Likewise." What was going on? Where were her friends?
"Oh don't worry, they're - taken, care of. They probably won't be harmed, unless they do anything stupid. You don't think they'd be so naive do you?" The voice- his voice.
"Damn you," Terra whispered, unable to fight as he looped her arms around his neck, bringing their chests closer. Her heart fluttered madly as she slipped against him.
He chuckled, a sinister sound that echoed even in the room full of dancing people, even over the too loud music. She could feel all the vampires in the club.
The Count's hand wandered curiously over her body, and she cursed. He'd put some kind of spell on her. Something binding.
"Let me go!" She hissed, trying to ignore the spikes of pain shooting into her skull. "Never." His arm tightened around her waist.
She struggled, trying to get her body to move. Why?
Did God hate her?
"If you-anyone, touches my friends- I swear I'll-" He laughed. "You're hardly in the position to be giving orders, my dear. In a few moments, your life as of yesterday will be but a fond memory, soon to be washed clean as well. We'll be inseparable. Quite literaly, actually." He chuckled again.
Tears slipped over her cheeks, and she blinked them away furiously. She wouldn't let him see her cry.
"Go to hell," she growled, "I won't do anything with you."
Darkness bled over her eyes as he whispered in her ear, a wave of ice descending on her, "Not yet."
Terra slumped against his chest then, her eyes closed. The 'Count' slowly let the glamour fade. The mortals all disappeared, only his vampire coven remained. He returned to normal as well, his black hair fading away into nearly white blond hair, his eyes red with venom, his form much leaner and gaunt.
"Bizonyára tudod mit tenni," he growled at the pale haired group, six more slipped away, while the others vanished into thin air.
He hoisted Terra higher, allowing his hands to wander where they would.
He heard terrified screams, angry and loud. His smile widened as he saw a tall, dark skinned girl fighting against three vampires, screaming defiance. Behind her, in the balconies, he heard vampiric snarls, the screeching of claws on marble, then a very loud tear. Moments later, a pale human, wings still disappearing was dragged into the room.
The other girl was fighting, managing to kick one of the men in the groin, she lunged at the other, long nails proving quite the tool as she scratched his face. Another man gripped her arms, pulling her against him. The one she'd kicked leered at her, reaching toward her.
"NO! Terra! You bastards! Don't touch her! Fuck, get off of me! Don't-" Her tirade was cut off as a pair of very sharp teeth descended on her neck. A broken scream ripped out of her throat, even as her body sagged. Sita clutched at her attackers, then her eyes closed.
"Sita! What the hell are you doing to her? Stop it! Sita!" The boy she was with. Another cry of pain echoed through the empty hall.
It seemed he would have more followers than before, he grinned.
Brett rolled over, clutching his belly. He'd been badly scored with werewolf venom.
"Damn you," he groaned, trying to raise himself from the floor. He looked down at him impassionately."You said they wouldn't be harmed," he snarled, his eyes black with rage as he glared up at the fake count.
He shrugged. "I lied. Besides, the one I want is safe, and that is all that matters. She's no longer your concern."
Smiling coldly, he listened as the other vampires dropped their victims. Terra shifted in his arms and he snapped his gaze downwards. He pressed another sleeping urge down on her. She must not wake up.
He sighed. She'd never go willingly if he killed her friends.
"Wait," he snapped at the vampires who'd been dragging the two bodies. "Turn them."
They nodded, tearing open their wrists as they pressed the blood closer to the boy and girl.
"Time to leave," he whispered mockingly to the body in his arms.
Without a word, he vanished, followed by his coven, leaving the three newly made vampires to awake alone; betrayed.
How wonderful.
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Dundundun...
Bwahahha! She has messed everything up she has!
Oh yes.
Ooh! Translations!
Bizonyára tudod mit tenni. You know what to do. (Hungarian)
This story is going to be long... I can tell.
Ah well, goody for longnesss!!
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Hadasah has enough of a headache right now without people screaming at her that she's effed her story.
Mind: Why does it still talk like we don't hear precious?
Hadasah: Get. In. the. Damn. Closet.
Mind: ... But we... we wants to go fishing precious...
Hadasah: ...fine. -smirk- eh, could you grab us that fishing hook in the bin there my love? -points-
Mind: of course my love... -hisses, moves to bin (in closet)-
Hadasah: -slams closet- HAH! victory. and stay there.
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