The Silver Fang

by Silver Fang (NCP) (lit)

  I continued sneaking along the house until I reached a corner. Kneeling in the dirt of the flower bed, I snuck a look around the bend. There was a small light coming from a back door. Crawling on all fours to the entrance, I heaved myself up beside the door. I slowly moved my hand over the doorknob. The knob moved under the twisting pressure while I carefully opened it. Cringing at the squeaking noise it made, I stopped and waited. It seemed like forever before I began to breathe normally again. I proceeded through the door into a small hallway. It was dark except for one lantern down the hall.

  Something caught my attention from the corner of my eye as a man floated through the corridor and into a room. Every cell in my body told me it was Nicholi. My heart thundered so loudly I was sure he would hear it. I inhaled deeply, moving towards the shadows.

  The door he entered was still open. I immediately recognized the room. It was the great room from my first visit. No visible signs of the attack from my first visit. I dashed across the room to the door that Nicholi had entered that fateful day.

  Stopping to catch my breath, I peered around the corner looking for any sign of movement. The hallway beyond was dimly lit with lanterns hanging from the ceiling. I crept through the door with my back to the wall. Ducking low peering into the darkness, I moved further down the hallway. My hand guided my steps until I found a gap in the wall. Stairs. I could see a light at the bottom of the steps but nothing else. My breathing came in shallow gasps as I struggled to control my fear. I could tell I was getting closer to Nicholi as the stench of evil overpowered my senses.

  I descended the steps gradually, watching for any sign of trouble. My gun pointed ahead ready to fire at whatever moved. I almost fell when my feet hit the bottom step. Reaching out into the dark, my hands found a damp cold wall to guide my way. As I slid along the wall, I noticed a light coming from a long corridor to my right. I tiptoed silently, guns in hands. I stole a glance and then quickly moved back. Forcing myself against the wall, I almost screamed at what I saw. I took a second look and in the far corner of the huge room, Nicholi waited, his back to me. He wore a long red silk robe and appeared to be anticipating someone or something. The only piece of furniture in the room was a bed. I stared silently as he stood unmoving. This was my chance.

  I rounded the corner with in one fluid motion. "Nicholi, how nice to see you again."

  He laughed, sending chills down my back. "My darling, you came back to me."

  My hair stood on end as his hideous voice slithered across my skin. "You will die tonight, Nicholi," I growled.

  "Oh, my dear, you are wrong." He faced me smiling a wicked satisfying grin. "You will die if you don’t obey." He smirked.

  I could feel his power move the air around the room swimming over me. He waved his hand and I felt my body lift and with a flick of his wrist, I plunged into the wall. I managed to roll to my feet getting off a shot before he threw me again. The shot hit his arm and his jaw dropped as with a menacing scream he floated toward me. I wasn’t going to die here, not tonight.

  Running toward the bed, I jumped rolling across the large mattress landing on the opposite side. I turned shooting three rounds into him as he pounced. The third shot threw him back a few steps. His eyes burned demonic amber as he came at me again, floating off the floor effortlessly.

  "My dear, we turned your friend to persuade you to help us." He hissed.

  I pointed my gun at his head. "I will never serve you, asshole."

  He laughed a piercing, painful sound. "If we cannot have you, no one will."

  I shrugged. "My last boyfriend said that before I littered his body with bullets." I paused. "Don’t think I won’t kill your sons if they had anything to do with this."

  He smiled. "They are ignorant my dear. As their mothers were when I took them. They are all tools for my empire. Their mothers were a means to an end as will you be." He laughed.

  He was moving toward me slowly, his eyes captured mine in his powerful gaze. "My dear, we will not rape you as we did their mothers. We at least will give you a choice."

  The anger exploded within me as I asked, "What are you saying?" I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

  "Siön Baptiste and Sevastian are not brothers. They were experiments from women the elders had taken for the purpose of creating a master race of vampires. We, even then, were striving for a supernatural power beyond the werewolves and other enemies." He paused and then cackled, sending vibrations through my body. "Oh, but you truly do not know. Tsk.... Tsk… You my dear were also an experiment." He waved his hand and a flood of emotions fell upon me. Bastard!

  He smiled. "No, my dear, you are the bastard."

  He read my mind?

  He continued ignoring my tears and overpowering desire to harm him. "However we lost track of you when your mother was killed. Siön Baptiste and Sevastian are mine to use as I please and you will be too." He held his long pale fingers out to me. His power flew over my body, causing me to gasp.

  "What makes you think I won’t tell them what you have done? You lied to them their entire lives. They believe you are their father," I screamed, the anger and rage causing me to shake uncontrollably.

  "Oh my dear," he laughed. "You are so naive. Once you are mine, you will do as I say. My slave to do my bidding," he hissed, hatred filled his eyes. "I killed Siön Baptiste’s mother for running and I will kill you no matter what the cost if you disobey me." My body lifted from the ground levitating before him. I felt a numbing pleasure move inside. Bile rose in the back of my throat burning as I fought, screaming in horror. He raised me against him while his hands remained at his side. His eyes swallowed my mind, testing my resolve.

  "Can you resist me when so many have not?" he whispered.

  I dropped my gaze from his, but felt an unseen force lift my chin to him. The deep blue eyes now eating away at my soul as I cried out.

  "Give yourself to me." He coaxed. "Do not fight. I am wise in the knowledge of pleasure and can give you an eternity of exquisite ecstasy."

  His mouth moved over mine, stealing my breath. The evil surrounding him made me gag, as the warm sensation of his body so close drew me to him. His kiss deepened as my body exploded in a fiery blaze of desire. I trembled as he took all sense of revenge from my mind, and replaced it with the lightning heat of his energy.

  My mind was being pulled away as his power sifted through me. "Samantha, fight him!" A voice echoed in my mind. I was so startled by the masculine voice that it brought me immediately back to earth from the cloud of pleasure Nicholi had caused.

  Part of me wanted him and the other part wanted to rip his heart out and eat it for dinner. I placed my gun against his chest pulling the trigger, shooting him twice as we both flew backwards landing on the floor.

  He rose as if some invisible force or cord lifted him. Floating in the air above the floor, his aura strangled me with its strength. "You can only resist for so long, my sweet."

  "Don’t call me your sweet. Only one vampire in the world can get away with that and live," I growled aiming both guns at his head as he moved around the huge poster bed. I knelt against the bed, tears running down my face. I could feel his power washing over my body influencing me to do his will. I slammed my elbow into the frame of the bed sending pain running through my arm. The ache settled my mind aiding in my concentration. "You don’t know me very well, Nicholi. I don’t like taking orders." I fired the guns before he could react. Shooting from one hand and then the other, again and again until Nicholi’s head exploded, scattering pieces of skull and brain all over the room and me. Sobbing I wiped my forehead, plucking the chunks of flesh from my hair and face. The beast before me fell to the ground ablaze with flames quickly disintegrating to dust.

  Slumping to the ground, I cried, laying my weary head in the bloodstain satin sheets. "Why? Why?" I cried.

  Something moved from inside the room. It was still dark and my eyes were covered with blood, making it hard to see. I could only sense the movement. Whoever was st
alking the room now moved leisurely into the light. Wiping my eyes on my shirt, they gradually began to focus. It was Alastair with his long billowing blonde hair. It was well past his waist and had been pulled together in a ponytail halfway down his back. The hair was shorter on top near his forehead emphasizing the smile on his statuesque face. His eyes flashed amber fire as he smiled, laughing aloud.

  A chill ran down my spine as he inched closer, warily keeping an eye on my weapons. "Oh my sweet girl, you have just made my job much easier."

  Fear flooded my body sending a charge of adrenaline through every cell. The rush balanced me as I stood to face Alastair. Struggling to calm my shaky hands, I pointed the guns at him.

  "Run, my sweet, run." I looked around to see where the voice was coming from but then quickly realized it was speaking in my mind warning me of the danger. "RUN!" The same voice I’d heard warning me earlier. It was Siön Baptiste.

  Alastair cocked his head sideways as if he’d heard Siön Baptiste in my head and then moved closer smirking as he edged his way towards me.

  I waved my gun at him. "Stay where you are or I will blow your head off."

  He snickered. "I can see your threat is genuine. But I will not let such a precious gift be wasted." He glanced away just long enough to allow me to leap onto the bed rolling off the other side. I moved faster than he expected. The look on his face was adoration as I flew by him. I glanced back at him as I took off sprinting across the room. He didn’t move only stood completely still standing over the now decayed body of Nicholi.

  "I made you, Samantha. I took your mother." He sneered. "I am your father."

  I wanted to laugh aloud. I am your father. Sounded like a line from a movie I once saw.

  "I did truly love her, Samantha. I loved her so much. When I found out she had fucked Nicholi I killed her. Now you have almost completed my revenge. Only Siön Baptiste and Sevastian remain. I will have their heads on a platter even if it means a pact with the werewolves." His sinister cackle hammered into my body.

  His words halted me in my tracks and as I stopped, someone leaped onto my back. I felt nails sink deep into my flesh tearing skin and muscle. The attacker screamed as I was hurled to the floor hitting the stone with a crushing blow. I couldn’t catch my breath as I twisted trying to get the monster off me. Managing to turn on my back, I aimed my guns at the assailant. Then our eyes met, it was Cassarah. She clutched my hands pushing them above my head. She was too damn strong and I couldn’t get away from her death grip. Straddling me, she ripped the guns from my hand. I pushed her up with my hips but nothing worked. I was held immobile trapped beneath her.

  She bent down whispering. "You didn’t think it would be that easy now, did you?" She watched my expression and laughed. "Oh, Alastair, she is precious. She thought we would let her live."

  Alastair strolled over to us and glared at me. "She will live. She will serve me for all eternity." He paused. "Bring her with us."

  My hands were numb from the pressure of Cassarah’s grip. I needed to reach my weapons. "I will kill you bitch," I promised.

  "Not before I kill you, my dear." She picked me up by the hair, releasing my hands. Moving quickly I took the shotgun from my holster. As my right hand reached the barrel, she smacked me across the face with such force I flew through the air hitting the wall behind me. She seemed to be moving in slow motion as she stalked over to me. I wondered if she could kill me with one blow as my mind blurred. Blood dripping into my eyes I felt my body give way to darkness.

  Chapter 14

  Sevastian was gliding towards me like in so many of the other dreams. This time his eyes were filled with pain and sorrow. He wore white, emphasizing his tanned skin and long auburn hair. He seemed angelic against the setting sun in the background. He was striking as he led me through a gate into a garden. The same stone wall and lilacs filled the air. We strolled to the fountain and he drew me close.

  "Is this real?" I put my hand on his face touching his soft skin. "It feels real," I whispered.

  Pulling me against his long muscular frame, he smiled. I gasped as his closeness sent warmth saturating my body. I could smell his masculine scent mixed with lilacs. "It is as real as you would like it to be," he spoke quietly as if not to disturb someone.

  He moved his hand to my chin bringing my mouth to his. His lips were soft and gentle, causing me to move against him. The heat exploded inside and I greeted his mouth sliding my tongue with his. Our tongues danced, exploring as I swayed in his arms. His body steadied my legs, wrapping his long muscular arms around my waist.

  When he freed my mouth I stood frozen, eyes closed savoring the taste of him. I slowly licked my lips opening my eyes. "Don’t stop," I pleaded.

  He shook his head. "You must wake up now, Samantha. You must break free from your captors. They mean you harm. Do you understand?" he asked.

  "I don’t want to wake up. Can’t I stay with you?" I felt so warm and safe in his arms. I felt my mother’s presence in this place and wanted to stay.

  He put his hands on my shoulders and shook me. "You must wake up." His eyes flashed silky green swirling fire. He could not hide the fear in his eyes.

  I nodded. "Tell me what happened to Trevor first."

  He shook me again. "We do not have time." He scolded, releasing his grip.

  I shrugged my shoulders. "Fine, then I won’t go."

  "You are insufferably stubborn, Samantha. Someday it will get you killed."

  "It might get me killed but it will also get me what I want. Tell me."

  "Nicholi ordered his death. He saw your relationship and friendship for your cop friend as a threat to his plan. I arrived at the hospital after the concern I felt in you for him in your dream. I knew where he was because you opened your mind to me. I knew he was the only family you had left and would never forgive Siön Baptiste or myself if he died."

  I remembered the question Sevastian asked in my dream. "Do you love him?" It all made sense now.

  He continued. "When I reached the hospital I witnessed Cassarah leaving with him in her arms. I moved in as quickly as I could for she had already drained him to the point of death." His eyes implored me to believe and forgive him. "I took him from her. He was dying and I asked him if he wanted to live as the walking dead or meet his maker. He chose." He seized me, pulling me to him. "He wished to be with you. It was his choice." I put my head on his chest listening to the thud of his heartbeat. "Do you believe me, Samantha?" he whispered in my ear.

  "Yes." Just then the recognition of what I’d done hit me. Tears poured down my face soaking Sevastian’s white silk blouse. "I’m sorry I shot you. I am sorry for everything."

  He softly tugged my chin to him forcing my gaze upon his face. The lilacs fell behind us sending a breeze of petals and warm air rushing around us. I could only look into his eyes. Those gorgeous breathtaking eyes. "I will heal." He paused noticing the sudden concern washing over my face. "You did not kill my father tonight. I know what he revealed to you tonight as fact. He explained himself when I approached him about his true intentions. That is why I saved Trevor and came to you in your dream. My…," he paused. "That beast lied to Siön Baptiste and me. He deserved a worse fate than death." He growled. "My only regret is that I did not kill him myself."

  I searched those striking eyes and face wondering what type of mess I was getting myself into. I couldn’t hate this man or Siön Baptiste. They had done nothing but save my life. My heart throbbed and pain shot through my body. I hunched over holding my chest. "What the hell was that?" I cried.

  He released his grip on me, shoving with great force. I almost fell but caught myself on the fountain. "You must wake! Wake now!" he screamed, eyes wide with fear. "Wake, Samantha. If you love me, you must wake," he hissed and backed away, covering his eyes.

  Chapter 15

  I could feel something slithering across my stomach, leaving a moist trail behind it. I tried to shift my body but was unable to budge. Opening my eyes, I found myself staring at
a stone ceiling. I attempted to move my hands but they were stuck. My sight cleared, revealing a soft silk material tightly wrapped around each wrist and then to a bed. The wet movement on my stomach halted. My mind began to register what I had seen and what was happening to me. My arms securely fastened above my head to the posts of a large cherry headboard started to stiffen and ache. Where am I? My gaze moved from the bedpost to my feet and I gasped at the sight. Alastair was sprawled across the bed his face buried in my stomach. I tried to move my body but my legs were bound spread apart held by the posts below. The silk ties on my ankles and wrist held strong as I thrashed about trying to free myself.

  He looked up, blood dripping from his mouth. "My dear, don’t struggle. This can be a very pleasurable experience." He chucked low within his body.

  I felt pain shoot through my midsection at the realization that the blood was mine. He had bitten me in several places on my cold naked body. "You bastard," I groaned.

  He laughed, sliding across the silk sheets settling his body next to mine. "My dear." He wiped the hair out of my eyes. "You are such a delicious treat. I must have you." His gray eyes filled with lust. He lifted his head to mine kissing my chin and then moving to my lips. I turned my head away and he pulled it back with an iron grip. I could not get away from his advances. His lips pressed against mine while his hands held my head. "Open to me, my dear. You will not regret it." His tongue slipped between my lips, spreading them wide. I wanted to bite his tongue off but I couldn’t, some power held me. Warmth rushed my senses along with the smell and taste of metallic liquid in my mouth. I knew it was my blood and I gagged as he continued probing deeper. He maneuvered his naked body over mine and slowly rubbed his manhood against my opening. My body ached with the feeling of him hard and thick against me. I cried out as he pulled away from my mouth. "Open your mind," his voice husky with desire. I was trapped physically and mentally. He was in my mind and he had me exactly where he wanted me.