James came so close to losing Alessandra tonight. He obviously needed to keep a closer eye on her, and not underestimate his mortal enemy, Vincent. “You won’t win this, Vincent,” he growled, not taking his eyes off his opponent, for even an instant.
Vincent was evil, but not a fool or weak. This task would have been much easier if he had met with a lesser vampire, but of course, it would be Vincent. He would take on the task personally instead of sending minions, there was too much at stake. If the prophecy was fulfilled, Vincent would die at Alessandra’s hand.
“Oh, I think your wrong, James,” Vincent drawled. “I may have missed out on an opportunity tonight, but I will not lose.”
“You will die at her hand,” James stated confidently.
“I don’t think so. Besides, if I had killed her tonight it would have been too easy, and where would the fun be in that? I do like a challenge after all.” He smirked at James with all the confidence of a Cheshire cat. “She has no idea that she is an Immortal, does she?”
“No, she doesn’t.” James’ anger was increasing by the minute. “Thanks to you, her parents died before they told her. Adele has been waiting for the right time.”
Vincent smirked. “Someone really should tell her you know. Maybe I will just before I kill her.”
At those words, James felt his temper explode, and he flew at his enemy, managing to catch him off guard. Vincent was knocked to the ground but in a split second, he was back on his feet and trying to tear James’ throat out. James side stepped at the last second and used the powers endowed in all immortals. A fireball appeared in his hand. He threw it at Vincent, who dove to the ground to avoid it, but the fireball hit him with full force. A high-pitched scream of pure hate pierced the night.
James didn’t want to draw attention to the scene going on in the parkland below the apartment, but it couldn’t be helped. At least they had the cover of the surrounding oak trees and the sound of water from the man-made waterfall. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do.
Vincent recovered from the shock of a direct hit to the heart and was livid. His eyes bulged out of their sockets, and he was losing blood at a rapid rate.
Despite the many myths regarding vampires that humans had created, vampires had no problem with garlic, crosses, or stakes to the heart. The only way to kill a vampire was to inflict a mortal wound so the vampire’s blood drained out. The creature’s very existence depended on blood. Take that away and the vampire was simply a corpse.
James had managed to give him what would be a mortal wound, if he didn’t replenish his blood supply and tend the wound immediately, but James knew this was far from over.
“This isn’t finished,” Vincent spat. Then he took to the sky in the form of a bat.
James was tempted to go after him and finish this, but he decided he needed to check on Alessandra. He would let Vincent go this time. Things were not going as he had planned, and he needed to speak with Adele. It was time Alessandra knew everything.
He scanned the area to make sure no-one else was around. He would do a quick clean up and grab Ally’s surveillance gear. Humans didn’t need to be aware of what went on around them. If they did, the world would be in a constant state of panic.
James decided he should also make an anonymous call to inform the authorities of Sarah Carrington’s death. She was a misguided creature he admitted, but each life lost to the evil ones was a blow to his kind. With that final thought, he got to work.
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