Bloodbreeders: The Revenge

by Robin Renee Ray,

  “Let them down and I’ll do everything you ask.”

  Yvette threw her head back and burst out laughing. “You must think me a fool. For once do as you are told, then and only then, will I let them down.”

  “Do I have your word?”

  “Renee, her words come from the tongue of a serpent,” Jacob said, ready for any move that one of the three men still standing, might make against him.

  “I’m sorry, Jacob. I can’t let them die because of me.” I walked slowly toward the woman I hated more than anything, ready to give her my soul if it meant the freedom of my little ones.

  “Open the great doors, I wish the rest of her people to see how weak their so called leader truly is,” Yvette announced.

  I turned to see a small smile cross Jacob’s face, then the doors slowly opened, and the rest of my people came rushing in, weapons in hand. They, like myself, froze at the site of Ashley and Brandon. And like Derek, Bo was the first to take off toward them.

  “Stay where you are Bo, or she’ll kill them,” I yelled.

  “Ashley,” he yelled as tears ran down his face. I grabbed his arm and pulled him next to me.

  “How dear, I will very much enjoy adding your little family to mine,” Yvette mocked. “But you Garvin, I’m afraid you and that sister of yours will have to be put down. You should have never turned on your Master.” He never said a word. He stood like the rest of us, not knowing what was going to happen next.

  I started my walk back to the monster that I had worked so hard to escape from, and when I was about four feet away from her, I stopped. She didn’t say anything; she just looked down at the floor then back up at me. I turned one last time to see the faces of the ones that so willing came to help me, knowing that I was about to let each and every one of them down. Looking back up at Ashley’s badly beaten nude body, and the look of fear in her eyes, then over to Brandon’s as he shook his head still telling me not to do it. I got down on my knees and lowered my head.

  “You are the most pathetic, worthless, weak thing that I have ever seen.” Then Yvette twisted the device to the right.

  Silence took my ears and what fell before my eyes moved in slow motion. I looked up to see Ashley’s face, her eyes grew wide as she looked down at me, her limbs pulled taut, and she began to scream, and in one quick motion her body pulled apart. Her arms and legs ripped from her torso, as well as her torso being pulled from the heavy metal collar. Blood flew, spraying across my face, soaking my body. I was still looking up in shock, when the sounds of screaming returned to my ears, and then I realized that it was my voice that I was hearing, along with everyone that loved her that stood behind me. Her head was all that remained, held by the thick metal collar, a look of horror frozen in time forever on her sweet face. A look that I will never forget.

  I looked up at the smiling abomination and screamed as I sprang from the ground, right at her. She pulled a blade and caught me across the throat, never fazing me. I had her by the shoulders, pushing her all the way back against the wall, causing her to drop the device, hopefully saving Brandon from the same fate. I then pulled my own blade, but she knocked it free by slicing my hand, so I used the weapons that Martin had given me. I drove my fangs into her neck, and I began to drain her as she drove her blade deep into my side. All that I heard behind me was the voice of Garvin screaming my name, “Renee...no!” I gave no mind to his words, I locked my arms around that bitch’s body and held tight; her relentless attempts with her blade and me with my grip of death, with no intent of letting go until she was no more.

  She and I both slumped to the ground as I relieved her of her precious life fluids. She went down because I was draining her to her death, me because I didn’t have the strength to stand. I took one final drink and she was gone, nothing but ash was left in my hands, seconds later. The battle was all hell breaking loss behind me. I fell backwards and landed on my side. I crawled toward my people, only then did I feel the pain in my side where she had made her mark several times. I rolled onto my back so that I could see if Brandon was still alive. At this point I wasn’t sure if she had managed to do the same to him as she had done to Ashley, but seeing him struggle was overwhelming.

  I looked back to the others to find that Jacob was in a mess of about ten. Garvin took on four, Tammy and Jessie fought side by side, against six. Bo, who was fighting two, saw a large sword being swung toward Jacob’s back. He quickly swung his on sword around, taking out the two he fought then he ran and dove taking the sword that was meant for Jacob, into his own chest. I watched as another of my little ones went to his death. Jacob spun but it was too late to help his fallen friend, and continued in his own battle. I laid there and prayed for death, for what I had done in bringing them here. I stared at Bo’s lifeless body, that stayed as beautiful as if he were just sleeping, but I knew the blade hit his heart, because I felt it go through mine.

  Jacob moved like nothing I had ever seen, with moves sharp and very precise. One foot to a face, breaking a neck; seconds later a hand going through the chest of another. Then without thought he jumped in midair hitting two at the same time with both feet, breaking their necks at once, landing perfectly on his feet, ready for the next to come his way.

  “Your Master is dead,” Tammy yelled at the top of her lungs.

  All who heard her froze where they stood, looking in my direction. There must have been fifteen of Yvette’s men left after the battle. Jessie spun to see where her brother was when one of Yvette’s men took his blade and came down across her back, laying her open from shoulder to hip and she dropped like a rag doll.

  Jacob’s body started to shake and the look that came over him was almost unexplainable. I reached my hand out to him, trying to stop what I knew was going to be complete carnage, knowing I had little hope of stopping anything from where I laid, so I too watched. His forehead became misshapen, the bones deformed, his eyes glowed a bright red as his skin pulled away from his now very long fang’s. He no longer looked like the beautiful young boy I first meet, but a wild animal of mass destruction. His sister lay on the ground at the foot of her enemy, no one knowing if she was dead or alive. Jacob threw his head back and the sound that came from his body was not the sound of a human, or anything that once was. It was the sound of something I had never heard and to this day cannot explain. The three men that were left standing near him, dropped their weapons, and began backing up, but he paid no mind. His chest rose and fell as he turned to them first, one screamed as he saw his own death in Jacob’s eyes, and then Jacob was on him.

  His speed was like no other before he changed, but now he was like lightning. In one small leap he had the man’s throat in his mouth, tearing it out in a single snap, dropping the man then spiting the man’s own flesh down into his face as he died. Jacob’s head sharply cut to the right, and he smiled at his next victim, blood running down his chin, and every one of Yvette’s men tried to run, while grabbing the closest weapon. It was Derek who woke in time to see what was happening and slammed the two large doors closed, trapping them. It was now like a game for Jacob, and he had no care about how these creatures died, as long as he was the one who killed them. Derek pulled his blade, but slid it back in it sheath when Jacob shook his head. This particular game had just begun and he was the game keeper.

  The one that had sliced Jessie down the back was frantically trying to pull the big doors open. Derek was already making his way across the room to help his brother, when he noticed Ashley. His screams of downright anguish, seemed to fuel Jacob’s rage even more. He grabbed the sword from the back of a dead dried corpse, ran, and five feet from the man at the door, jumped into the air spinning around in a complete circle, driving the sword to the hilt down on top of the man’s head. The man turned around as if in some form of shock, looked into the eyes of his killer and then fell face first to the floor. Jacob threw his head back, arching his spine and released his fury once more. Four other men huddled together in the far back corner, dropped to their knee
s, begging for mercy as Jacob stormed toward them. No one tried to stop him as he picked up another large curved blade and began hacking at them in no particular order.

  The room looked like a slaughter house after a long day of butchering cattle. Bodies were strewn everywhere and not one of Yvette’s men lived, or so I thought. I heard Derek telling Brandon not to move, that he would get him down, so I forced my dying body to turn back over so I could see the only two that were left of my original little ones. It was then that I heard that very familiar voice.

  “If you come near me I’ll do it…I swear,” Kelee cried, holding up the small silver device.

  He had been hiding in the same little room that Yvette had stepped out of, fearing he would have been found and doing the only thing he could think of to survive.

  “You son-of-a-bitch, I’ll rip your heart out if you don’t drop that thing.” Derek pointed his blade at the shivering bloodbreeder, fear gripping his face.

  “Derek,” Brandon moaned. “I love you.”

  “No. Don’t you do that Brandon…don’t you dare give up on me,” he cried, knowing if he moved, Kelee would use the device and kill his brother.

  “You spineless little man,” Jacob said covered from head to toe in gore and blood. “Do it and die, don’t do it and die.”

  “Jacob, please,” Derek begged.

  “He will not do it, Derek. A coward is just that…a coward.”

  “I will, I swear,” Kelee said as his body visually began to shake. He started moving back toward the open door, keeping the device gripped tightly in his hand.

  “Where will you run to?” Tammy asked.

  “If you kill my friend, seconds later you will follow,” Jacob said, slowly stepping around me and closer to him.

  “I mean it, stay back,” Kelee spoke in a loud shaky voice.

  All of the sudden Kelee’s body went ridged, causing his hand to flinch. Jacob flew forward, grabbing his hand and removing it from his body with a blade in his other. Kelee stumbled out with a blade handle sticking out of the middle of his back. Sydney stepped out seconds later leaning on the door frame. He was beat to the point that he was almost unrecognizable for the second time since we arrived on the shores of Cuba.

  “She sent two down a back passage,” he said through swollen lips.

  “Tanda,” Derek said. “Get my brother down.” Then he ran to the door, opened it and was gone.

  Chapter Twenty Six

  Tanda had taken Johnny to the beach by way of the steps that lead down to the docks, too afraid that he would fall climbing down the steep incline. She did just as she was told and was looking for a small cave to hide in when the two men saw them and started running toward them. It was her screams that Derek heard when he left the foyer. He was up on the high cliff above the beach and saw the men approaching them. He took two steps back and ran right off the edge. He turned his body in midair aiming himself like a weapon, crashing down right on the top of one of the men, breaking the man’s neck with the impact. The other one had grabbed Tanda, and was choking her. Johnny was screaming, biting the man on the leg trying to help her. Derek pulled himself to his feet, holding his side, and ran crashing into all of them. Tanda fell free, and pulled Johnny out of the way.

  The man was twice Derek’s size, but Derek never stopped in his attempts to kill the man. He now carried his own rage for those that he had lost to the animals of this place and determination alone took control over his wounded body. The man picked Derek up by the throat with both hands and began squeezing. Derek looked down and smiled, shocking his attacker, and then Derek raised his hands driving his thumbs deep into the man’s eyes. He released Derek’s throat, and was now trying to push the young manic boy off. Both fell to the sandy earth with Derek on top, driving his thumbs deeper, screaming out in fury and didn’t stop until the man’s form moved no more. He got to his feet falling into the soft sand, as Tanda and Johnny ran to their rescuer.

  “Are you two okay?” Derek asked holding them both.

  “I want my, mommy,” Johnny cried.

  “I have never seen anything so brave.” Tanda said with her arm wrapped tightly around Derek’s neck.

  “Come on, let’s get back,” Derek replied, pushing off the ground bringing them both up with him.

  ***

  Tammy had rushed to my side, holding one hand over the wound on my throat and the other over the worse on my side. Sydney collapsed next to me staring in disbelief at the woman that he loved, whose head was still perched morbidly in the iron collar. Jacob had found the release and was taking Brandon’s limp body down from the chains that bound him. Bo lay dead across the room, and Jessie lay very still not ten feet from him. I still had no idea about my brother or Tanda. Garvin had left shortly after Derek and no one had returned. I heard a soft moan, but didn’t have the strength to move. I felt something press up against my side and I opened my eyes just enough to see that Jacob had laid Brandon next to me, then rushed to his sister’s side. It was Jessie who was making the sound, she was alive. Jacob dropped to his knees and the apparent lines of tears flowed through the massive cover of coated blood on his face, making rivers of indented wakes along the way.

  He rolled her over and began inspecting her back, humming a soft tune that showed how much he truly loved her. I felt a different type of pain start to wash over me, as my mind began to see things that I could not possibly be remembering. I thought I must be falling into delirium from the horrible events that had just happened. I knew I was lying in a puddle of my own blood, but yet, I not only felt myself standing in the middle of a stone room surrounded by the light of a huge fire, I felt its heat. I was actually there, if only in my mind. I turned, seeing the room filled with screaming men and women chained with shackles, that my mind had never seen. They were begging in a language that I could not understand. In the center of the room there was a large stone table covered in dripping blood. Body parts covered the ground at its base, and tools of torture swung freely from a small stand at the foot. I had no sense of smell, but knew it had to be horrendous. Those who lived were thin at best, wearing tattered cloth for clothing, charred in color and hanging as if waiting to finally rot off. The dead lay piled in a gruesome mound, taunting those who they knew would soon join them. It was no more than a senseless bloodbath.

  I heard the loud noise of metal, then laughter of a voice I knew all too well. I looked up to see first, a man in strange clothing walking down the wide stone steps. His hair was jet black and pulled away from his face with a golden band, like an angles halo, twisted around it. His eyes were almost as black and outlined with a charcoal color that made fine, sharp points that ran back into his hair line. He wore nothing in the way of clothing, but a white wrap over his hips that were laced with a golden rope, and a pair of sandals. Both arms, as well as his neck, were overly adorned with jewels that I had never seen before. All were gold and silver, but strange in their shapes. Then she walked down behind him. Yvette. Laughing in the face of what lie in the depths of the hell that my mind had taken me to, and I hated her even more. Renee, I heard and thought she was speaking to me. Was I here now, and did she truly live once more?

  “Renee? Can you hear me…please,” Brandon cried. “You can’t leave us too.”

  “Brandon,” I replied in a harsh raspy voice.

  “Oh God, Renee,” he said laying his head down on my chest.

  The door swung open and Garvin came in carrying Johnny in his arms, with Derek and Tanda at his side. I closed my eyes and swallowed past the pain. The vision had faded, and I was grateful. The pain that had started to course its way through my body was a different story altogether. My limbs were beginning to feel like they were on fire and the pit of my stomach was like that of molten lava. I tried to curl onto my side, but Tammy held me firm. She told Garvin to get the others to one of the rooms on the second floor then come back and help her. I felt Brandon move away from me, but couldn’t open my eyes a second time to see. I could hear them moving about
, but it was if they were in a dream far away from me. Derek was helping his brother, as Jacob helped his sister. I could hear Johnny crying out my name as Tanda tried to comfort him, then all went silent.

  “We will help you through this,” a small voice said inside my mind.

  Once again I was in a place that I did not know. It was a room with many open windows high from the earth’s floor. The stones that made up the walls were a good five feet across. The windows were long and oval in shape, and made with smaller stones than the walls. The light of the moon was all that gave the room enough illumination for me to see by. I stood there wondering why I had been taken to this place and as soon as the thought entered my mind, I knew. The door opened, and she walked in with the same man from before, wrapped in her arms with their lips locked in a lover’s embrace. They backed up to a bed that I had just noticed, falling with her on top of him.

  “You have been a very trusting Master to leave your guard this night,” Yvette said to the strange man she now bed.

  He moved her hair back from her face and began kissing her neck, while he fondled her breast. I watched as she pulled a white handled blade from the waist of her red silk gown, kissing him to keep him from paying attention to what her free hand was doing. Then she plunged it deeply into his chest. She then raised her head back and struck, sinking her fangs into his flesh and drained him. She stood watching as I was, as his body faded into ash. She laughed throwing her hands in the air, then rushed to door and disappeared. I woke to the sound of someone screaming. It was me. Tammy and Garvin were holding me down.

  “We have to bind her or she will open her wounds back up,” Tammy said.

  “She calms again,” Garvin replied looking down at me. “Renee, can you hear me?”

  I nodded, fearful to use my own voice.

  “Do you want to try and feed?” I shook my head ‘no’ in response.

  “How is the pain?” Tammy asked.