The Alpha Vampire

It has been an endless wait.

Breyden has not come to yet, to say that my nerves are not killing me would be such a lie. I am being tormented by thoughts that should not be running through my mind. Lilith, who is still very much here and much to the annoyance of the doctor, refusing to move. She is yet to see the determination of a Marine.

But is it a determination that is beginning to falter?

What is beginning to falter is that I need to see if Cassidy is okay. So it is very reluctantly that I step away from Breyden’s side to go call her.

Though before I can even think of finding her, I need to gather my composure. She cannot hear that I am falling apart, not truly falling apart, but my mind is not where it should be.

So I take one rather large deep breath and count down from ten and step out the room where I find her waiting for me.

“My god, Lucas, are you okay?”

As I try to speak, my voice starts to tremble beyond my control. Why can I not get a hold of my emotions? I am looking weak; I am not weak. I need to not only be strong for myself but for Breyden too. So I bite into my lip and start again.

“Yes, my beloved. I just needed to see you.”

This is what I needed. She always knows how to make me feel better, even when she sometimes does not even know it.

So it is very refreshed that I turn the corner to enter the room. I see a very distressed Lilith sitting and with her head bowed down. My immediate thought cripples my body, and I need to stop every part of me from caving in. I am dead scared to ask him what is wrong as he sits over Breyden.

I walk towards the bed and drop down onto the chair; with a loud roar that can be heard throughout the entire camp, I utter only two words.

“God no!”

Lilith looks at me, somewhat confused; I shake my head at her in disbelief.

“What? What happened?”

Just then, I feel the touch of a tender but very much manly hand wrap over mine. I am completely scared into another dimension. Out of stupid reflex, I rip my hand away and nearly jump off from my chair. As I move my gaze to Breyden, I see, with eyes that have grown larger than the water bottle that Lilith is holding, that he has woken up.

“Fuck, Breyden! Your dumb ass has finally decided to join us,” he tries his best not to burst with laughter, but yet he does and cringes as the pain shoots through his body.

Then I look at Lilith, that has oddly started to cry once more, “Why the fuck are you so distressed?”

“I am not distressed, I am happy.”

“Damn, then I do not want to see you are distressed.”

And just like that, my spirit is lifted; the man that is like a brother to me has pulled through this one. Guess faith is far more powerful than I thought, but yet again, it is not just faith; it is a bond that forces you to keep it strong. A bond that, no matter where you find yourself, it will keep on fighting to stay strong.

So as the relief starts to calm our hearts, and we feel like we can once again breathe, in comes Damien. He seems to be highly spooked and somewhat pale. All I can think to myself is, what the man messed up now. But as he comes to stand next to me and can barely utter his words, I know that it is not just some bad news that he has brought.

“My dear Lucas.”

“Yes, Damien?”

“We need to get out there, I am afraid that their numbers have increased and they have taken over the outside buildings.”

We soon find our way winding through the buildings, which by comparison to last time, is fairly eary. Now, as with all things around here, you do not know which of them holds a gun in their hands or, even far worse, are making our arrival known. But this is a chance that we have to take and a chance that we are soon taking as we enter the first of the outbuildings once more. It is time to search and clear again.

And with this, we enter the very first of our buildings. Lilith is covering the roof for it is easy access to escape from here. We, as always, are not splitting up at this stage. Lining off on the left and right, Damien signals to enter, “Go, go, go.”

We filter in, guns pointing straight ahead of us, ready to rip off your head at the sight of a gun. We spin. Left. Right. Clear. Next room. In. Left. Right. Clear. And so we go, with great ease, but as we hit the next, there is a family huddled in the corner. They have either just been instructed not to say a word, or they heard word that we are coming. Not causing any further alarm, we move along. But the corridor splits from left to right. Damien go left, and I, go right.

With the next room, same routine, but as everyone filters and move on, I take it at one pace to slow. Within as little of a second, I feel a blow against my chest so hard that it knocks me off my feet. I find myself being dragged by the collar and lifted from the floor. I see one rather large man hovering over my body with a godawful smile on his face. At his attempt to pull me from the floor, I grab him by his shirt with so much force that it rips from his body, the buttons pop off one by one and drop like little peas to the floor. He immediately spins around and rids himself from his now shredded shirt. He is now from mid to top bare in front of me.

But one would think that this man shall stop and realize his foolish mistake, I am somewhat sadly mistaken. He only but advances for me again; this time, though, he is moving rather slow, ominous, he is taunting me. He knows what will drive me insane, and it seem like he wants to play a little game; well, by all means, let us do.

“You sure you want to do this?” I laugh at him from deep in my belly, “You won’t be leaving here alive.”

He only but grunts at me and falls on ears that are not about to listen. The time for listening has passed, not after a blatant attack of war was made to my face. He shifts his feet at an incredible pace towards mine and reached his hand for my face. With one snap of his arm, he smashes his fist into my cheek. He retracts his arm to launch at me once again, but I grab it in midair. I twist it behind his back; I step closer.

“You are going to regret that.”

My grip goes firmer, and I push him off from his feet; he slides across the length of the room and crashes over the side with a loud thud on the floor.

I make my way to where he finds himself and yank him up by the shoulder; with utmost ease, I lift him in the air and toss his body to the other side of the room.

He rises to his feet and reaches me in less than an inch of the second; as he looks to the side for a brief second, he fools me to do as well. Then he slams his hands around my shoulders and tosses me into the hallway.

I expose my dagger from my belt in pure elegance, and slowly and with the utmost dept, do I drag it down his chest. He screams out of horror, and he sees his skin is being split open slowly, bit by bit. Without even flinching, he draws one very same and tries to slam it into my stomach but only catching my side. Driving them in with utmost force, piercing deep, and as he slowly pulls them out again, he drives it back in even further. I look down and see his fingers that are soaked with my blood. And with soft little pitter-patter, it drops to the floor.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

The agony makes me topple over in pain, but this is not a pain that I will show him. As I rise up, I rip him by his feet and rise his body in the air. Then I drop him and toss him toss him in his own pool of mess.

But the man is a fool, he rises from his feet, and he slams his fists in my chest. I recover from my stumble, but he gains control and drives my body straight into the far side wall, mere inches away from a pole of a chair that has been broken.

Then he looks at me and laughs at me rather proudly, “I could have killed you so easily there.”

My laughter vibrates back into his face as I say, “It is not that easy to kill me. But it is easy to kill you.”

I close my hand around his throat one by one and grip as hard as I can. I snap him off his feet and spin his body around. I drive him into the very pole that I just but missed inches ago.

Next, I softly whisper, “Told you that I could.”

With that I pick up it, the very thing that we have been fighting to protect.

Once more Pandora’s Box is safe within my hands.