Billie, the female minion, had now entered the fight against Buck with Simon, and the two of them were beginning to gain an advantage over Buck, as he was now slowly wearing down from his constant and nonstop fighting against two minions. She was now kicking Buck in the ribs while Simon was punching him in the face. Phyllis rushed in and grabbed Billie, tossing her off Buck and into the side of Carl’s truck, while Brian rushed over to help Carl, who was still on the ground and appeared to be fatally wounded. Phyllis kicked Simon from off Buck and raised the sword up high. She was aiming its sharp blade in the direction of Simon’s neck when Billie tackled her and took her to the ground, while also wrestling the sword from her hands and away from her.
“Carl! Carl!” shouted Brian as he shook Carl. “Are you hurt bad?”
“I think my ribs are all broken, and it hurts badly!” answered Carl weakly as he coughed up and spat out blood.
Brian now knew that Carl was in serious trouble, when he saw that a big splinter of wood from the garage, which had broken off when he was thrown into it, had punctured through his upper back and into his right lung, and he appeared to be bleeding internally and would die if he did not receive immediate medical attention. “You’re going to be okay, Carl! I’ll take you to the clinic and try to patch you up there, and call for a helicopter from Fairville!” he said with desperation.
“No!” answered Carl with anger. “Just look at Buck and Phyllis, Brian! They’re getting weaker by the moment and Titus hasn’t even shown his ugly face yet. They need my help!”
“You’re help? How are you going to fight in your condition?” asked Brian with frustration. “You’re dying!”
“I’m not talking about fighting. I’m talking about letting them both drink as much of my blood as they need to in order to save Circa and everyone else, and kill Titus, even if they need all of my blood!”
Brian remained silent with the words that Carl said, not liking anything that he was hearing from him, but knew deep down inside that he was right. There was a strong chance that Carl might not even make it back to Fairville alive in his condition, and that his blood could be the best hope for Buck’s and Phyllis’s survival.
“Just tell my family that I loved them very much, and that I died a hero,” said Carl as his eyes began to water up with tears. “Make up some story, like I tried to save a kid on the Yukon River who fell through a soft spot on the ice, over fast current, and I myself fell through the ice and disappeared, being sucked under and downriver. And make sure that I am cremated here in Circa, so no one can ever discover the truth about this place or learn of its secrets,” he added weakly as he coughed up more blood.
Brian despondently looked over toward Phyllis and saw the female minion, Billie, on top of her, holding the sword’s sharp blade against her throat while questioning her, while the worn-out Buck was trying to regain an advantage over Simon again, who himself was becoming worn-out also. Brian pulled the remaining wooden stake from Carl’s belt and placed it into his hand. “If any other vampire other than Buck or Phyllis tries to drink your blood, stake them!” he demanded as he jumped up to try and determine who needed help more between Phyllis and Buck.
CHAPTER 24
Billie held the sword’s blade to Phyllis’s throat and demanded to know who and what she was.
“I’m a vampire just like you,” she told her. “I was turned by Dietrich, as he wanted to take me away by force and make me his mate, forcing me into a life of servitude to him for as long as he wanted me, but I resisted!”
“That’s impossible!” responded Billie. “No one can break the power of their control!”
“I did, and you can also, and I promise that I will help you! My name is Phyllis. What is your name?”
“My name is Billie, and if what you’re saying is true, there’s nothing more that I would want than to be free from Titus! But I’m Titus’s mate and it’s the only life I know now. I haven’t been free for a very long time, since when I was human, a life that is only a cloudy past now, and everyone from that time has long since passed.”
“Trust me to help you, Billie. I want to help you! I would love to have another female friend who is a vampire also,” said Phyllis to her, trying her best to persuade her. “We could be friends forever.”
“Titus will kill me if I try,” replied Billie. “He killed his previous mate who came before me, after he became bored with her and wanted me more, and he can’t be stopped!”
“Dietrich wanted to kill my friends for resisting also, but we killed him together as a team! Help us kill Titus!” Phyllis pleaded, as she remained silent, in deep thought, trying to summon the courage from within herself to resist Titus.
Brian saw that Phyllis was engaged in conversation with the female minion, so he rushed over to help Buck instead. But his help wasn’t needed, as Buck had regained an advantage on Simon and the werewolf side of his hybrid nature reacted by biting Simon’s throat, ripping out his jugular vein and fatally wounding him. Buck staggered to his feet, nearly exhausted, and looked at Phyllis, who still had Billie on top of her.
“Yes, I want to help you and be free from Titus!” said Billie after a long pause, and she stood up with the sword still in her hand and walked over to the fatally wounded Simon.
“Help me, Billie,” pleaded Simon to her as she stood over his body. “Kill them as Titus has commanded!”
“Screw Titus!” she shouted. “I want to be free like her, like Phyllis, who wants to be my friend, and the only one who I will kill now is you!” She raised the sword up and swung down hard onto Simon’s neck, beheading him with its sharp blade. She dropped the sword as Phyllis walked over to her and gave her a comforting hug of love and friendship, which caused her to begin crying, as her hardened heart from years of violence began to soften, while Simon shriveled up into a rapidly decaying corpse. “I haven’t had a hug from someone who cared about me since I was human,” she said, feeling helpless to fight off the new, overwhelming emotions of joy that flooded her vampire senses.
“Pardon me?” questioned a voice from twenty yards away, as a figure of a man walking toward them emerged from the shadows. “Have I not loved you and given you everything that you’ve wanted, Billie?”
Billie gasped with fear. “It’s Titus!” she whispered to Phyllis.
Phyllis and Buck turned to look upon him as he approached, while Brian snuck inside the garage to retrieve the compound bow with its M-80s strapped to the front. The man who was walking toward them, who was also dressed in black leather, looked identical to Dietrich in all aspects, with the exception of Titus having six fingers on each of his hands instead of five fingers, as Dietrich had.
“What have you done, Billie?” Titus asked her with anger in his voice as he saw the dust residue lying on the ground from the decayed corpses of Simon, Lukas, and Angus. “Your friends fight to the death for me, while you turn your back on them and me. You betray us and want to become friends with them now? You should be either dead yourself now or fighting to the death, but this is unacceptable!”
“They weren’t my friends, and you don’t care about us. You only create minions and mates to use until you become bored with them. You would have eventually killed us off anyways!” barked an angry, emotional response from Billie to Titus. “I don’t want to be your slave any longer. I want to be her friend!” she said as she looked at Phyllis.
“And who is she?” asked Titus with anger and frustration.
“My name is Phyllis,” she answered him. “I was supposed to be your brother’s mate until I resisted him and helped kill him!”
“Yes, and I helped kill him also!” barked Buck to Titus. “Dietrich was his name, I believe.”
Titus became furious. “Billie, come stand at my side and fight with me now, or die with them! What will you choose, Billie, life or death?”
Billie summoned up every ounce of courage and determination from within herself to resist him as Phyllis held her hand. “I choose to resist you, Titus!”
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“Don’t forget me, either!” shouted a voice from the front of the garage. “I helped kill your pathetic brother also!” It was Brian, holding the compound bow fully drawn and aimed toward Titus after he had already lit the fuses on the M-80s seconds earlier. He released the string of the bow, and the arrow, with its explosives attached to the head, flew fast toward Titus’s chest. But his heart sank when Titus easily plucked the arrow in midair, ran over to Billie in a blur, and shoved the arrow with its explosives deep through her left breast and ribcage, into her heart, and tossed her with his left arm twenty feet through the air like a rag doll. Her body exploded into many pieces before she hit the ground.
“Noooooo!” screamed Phyllis as she watched her new friend nearly disintegrate into thin air, vanishing before her eyes, and her only crime was that she wanted to be free from the evil tyrant Titus, and wanted Phyllis’s friendship.
Buck was shocked at the coldness and evilness of Titus, which could only have been rivaled by his former brother Dietrich.
Titus grabbed Phyllis by the hair of her head, forcing her to look at him as he gazed into her eyes. “Now, what should I do with you?” he asked her. “Kill you or force you to take Billie’s place as my new mate?”
“Never!” shouted Phyllis as she kicked Titus in the groin as hard as she could while Buck had already leaped onto his back from behind, attempting to put him into a rear choke hold. Their defensive moves seemed to have little effect on Titus as he backhanded Phyllis across the face and threw Buck off his back simultaneously, which hurled them both through the air, smacking hard high up on the front of the garage wall, where they crash-landed beside Carl, who was nearly dead now.
“Buck and Phyllis, feed on me, take all of my blood, and kill that bastard!” pleaded Carl to them in soft words, which he struggled to force out, and was almost unable to talk now. They looked at Carl as he was now minutes away from death from his wounds.
“Oh, Carl, we’re so sorry,” said Phyllis in soft words as she caressed his face while Buck somberly watched.
“No time for sympathy or chitty chat now. Feed on me before it’s too late!” responded Carl with desperation.
Phyllis and Buck looked at Brian, and he nodded his head up and down, giving them his approval.
“You two feed now, and I’ll hold him off until you’re finished,” said Brian as he had leaned the compound bow against the front of the garage and grabbed Ron’s rifle again.
Titus began to advance on them when he smelled Carl’s blood, but Brian cut him off, trying to stop him by firing one bullet after another into Titus’s head from ten yards away, which momentarily halted his progress.
“I love you all,” said Carl to Phyllis, Buck, and Brian before fading away into unconsciousness as Phyllis and Buck sadly and reluctantly, with tears in their eyes, slipped both of their fangs into the right and left wrists of Carl, one on each side, and began to feed on his blood.
As Phyllis and Buck fed, they could feel an overwhelming feeling of rejuvenation, energy, and power fuel their weakened bodies again, and the feeding process was now returning all their strength and power, even more so than before, as they had not previously drank a large quantity of blood, especially human blood, since they became vampires. Brian had just fired his last shot at Titus as Buck and Phyllis finished feeding. Brian looked at Carl, who was now dead, and pale white, from being drained of all his blood.
“Rest in peace, Grizz. Rest in peace, my friend,” mumbled Brian sadly to himself as he laid the empty rifle down and grabbed the loaded shotgun from off the ground to use instead, which Carl had previously dropped when he was attacked by Billie.
Buck grabbed the compound bow, placed another arrow in the string, lit the fuses with his cigarette lighter, and let it fly while Titus was temporarily distracted by blurry vision from the gunshot wounds he received from Brian, and Phyllis scanned the ground for the sword that Billie had dropped. Titus’s vision had finally cleared again after being shot in his head five times by Brian, but not soon enough to see and stop the explosive arrow from penetrating his leather suit and into his chest. The explosion of the two M-80s knocked Titus backward several feet onto the ground and on his back, causing him to gasp for his breath as the explosion seemed to only stun and not kill him. Titus barely had time to recover and attempted to stagger up onto his feet again, when two more arrows smacked him in the chest, just seconds apart from each other. Titus was too late with his attempt to yank them out, and the explosion of four M-80s going off nearly at once inside his chest was almost too much for even him and his great supernatural power to protect his life, as it hurled him through the air and crash-landed onto his back fifteen yards away from Buck, who was the nearest, and lay motionless from his blacking out into unconsciousness.
CHAPTER 25
“I’ve got one arrow left,” said Buck as he set the bow down and cautiously walked toward the body of Titus, which lay on the ground, but stuffed the last explosive arrow and lighter into his back pocket, where he could easily grab them if needed.
“Be careful, Buck,” warned Brian to him. “I’ve seen this before with Dietrich, and I’ll be shocked if he’s dead! Them SOBs don’t die easily!”
“I found it!” said Phyllis as she saw the sword lying in the snow and picked it up.
“Take these also, Phyllis, just in case Dietrich was lying to Carl and me when he said these were useless against him,” said Brian as he tossed her the two wooden stakes that he still had tucked behind his belt. “I’ll blast Titus with the shotgun if I even see a muscle twitch from him,” he added as he slowly walked past Buck while aiming the twelve gauge at Titus’s body. “It might not kill him, but if anything, it should weaken him some more, as our shots had done with Dietrich.”
“Careful, Brian,” said Phyllis as Brian was just a few feet from Titus’s body now, but stopped and readied himself into a shooting stance, aiming the front bead sight of the shotgun onto Titus’s chest. Phyllis began to move in closer with the sword also, gripping it tightly and deciding that now would be the best time to attempt to behead Titus.
Buck was also close, near the feet of Titus, and ready to pounce on him if necessary, if he suddenly awoke and attacked the others. The three of them stared momentarily at Titus’s motionless body, lying face up on the ground, eyes closed, and seemingly appearing dead already.
“I’m sure he can’t be dead this quickly or easily, so let me gladly finish the deal with an extra insurance policy!” exclaimed Phyllis as she raised the sword high above her head and swung its blade down hard and with all her might onto Titus’s throat. She, Buck, and Brian all stood in stunned disbelief and silence as the head of Titus still remained intact on his body, and the sharp, solid blade of the sword was unable to penetrate the skin tissue on his throat, but instead bent and broke in half, and was now unusable.
“What in the hell?” mumbled the surprised Buck in disbelief.
“Why didn’t it work?” asked Phyllis with anxiety.
“Because I’m too strong and powerful, and cannot be killed!” exclaimed Titus as he leaped back up onto his feet in an instant, and had a furious look on his face. “Now, who wants to tell me what happened to my brother Dietrich, who is responsible for his death, and possibly spare his or her own life by doing so?!” he angrily asked them, while Buck, Brian, and Phyllis stood gazing at Titus with wide eyes, unable to speak or move.
“Watch out, you two!” shouted Brian as he surprisingly was the first to respond to Titus by attempting to fire into his chest with the shotgun from point-blank range.
Titus knocked the shotgun from the tight-gripping hands of Brian so quickly that it broke the index and trigger fingers on his right hand during the process. Titus next clamped firmly onto Brian’s throat with his right hand and easily lifted him off the ground in an aggressive, threatening manner, which left Brian hanging in the air, struggling and kicking. But the vampire still had a light enough grip as to allow Brian to barely breathe and plead for his l
ife. “Now, I’ll ask you all again! Who is responsible for the death of my brother? Or I’ll kill this man in a millisecond before any of you can even blink an eye!” he commanded in a loud voice.
Phyllis began to feel herself tremble as she was having flashbacks of her and Ron’s encounter with Dietrich in the store, when Dietrich killed Ron in the same manner.
“Please don’t kill me,” pleaded Brian to Titus, half choking and gasping for air, although knowing deep down inside that his pleas for mercy were most likely in vain.
“I did it!” responded Buck to Titus’s threats. “I killed you’re brother! Please let my friend go, as your fight is with me and with me only!”
“I find it very difficult to believe that you could have killed my brother,” Titus told Buck. “And I’m especially sure that you didn’t act alone, as it would have required more than one of you to gain an advantage over him.”
“I just shot and nearly killed you with my explosive arrows, didn’t I?” replied Buck sarcastically.
“And for that, I will be taking my time when I kill you lastly, ripping you slowly apart, piece by piece, so that it takes at least one day for you to die, and you’ll experience agony like you have never felt before,” answered Titus.
“I helped kill him also! We both killed him together! Can you please let him let him go and let us take his place?” pleaded Phyllis as she noticed that Brian appeared to be experiencing torturous pain by his distressed facial expressions.
“Are you two trying to mock me?” snapped Titus with anger and agitation. “You helped also? You’re just a pretty little vampire girl who could never help to kill my brother. This, I am sure! Now, one last time, or I’ll tighten my grip and kill your friend! How did you kill Dietrich? There is something that you’re not telling me. I want to know what it is, and my patience is nearing the end!”
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