The Dark Cold

five

REX

 The night was still young when Rex teleported at the border, just outside of the Shifter Coven. Not long after, Sylvester followed. 

"I just don't get why he doesn't like me," Rex began, "What is it, Sly? Am I just unlikable?"

The King's loyal and brave Beta grinned at Rex's sarcasm. "Shut up, Corvinius. You know exactly why." 

   That made the Demon smirk and drag his hand along the mistiness of the border. He could feel the Alpha King's power radiating from it, sending little zaps of light at him. The Border was made from an old spell in the mother tongue with the assistance of Old magick Keepers, beings like Wizards and Witches. Several years ago it was put over the coven to protect Inhumans from the likes of man and Slayer. The magicks in the border was connected to the King and he basically was a battery to it, making it a misty shield in the thick of Nebraska forests, fogging the area as to misguide the human mind. It was strong enough to withstand all sorts of weather and even man-made weapons, all the while protecting the Shifters inside as much as possible.

Slayers, meaning Exhors, were no longer human after the selling of their souls and are therefore considered a part of the supernatural; an Inhuman. Which makes them able to pass through the borders. They had an incident like such, many moons ago. The Exhors raided through, ending several lives, including Aranna Vavilor-Bruce's, Sylvester's beloved mate. In the Aftermath, Rex could feel the Wolf's strife and longing from his only true friend and to make it so that no one is to experience such a thing, Rex spent years recollecting himself as to draw most of his power, once more. For something good. Now, it was a time to save lives, rather than take them... 

His only regret was that he'd done this years ago and just maybe, things would have been different for Sylvester. 

   But, t' was not time to dwell. Actually, it's been so long since he'd been his full potential and even now, he wasn't at his peak. At least, not without his wings- Rex winced and moved his hand away. He'd been able to reach something of his potential and will use it to protect the Coven. Before, the Queen of Vampires, Cassandra had asked him to do such a thing for her Haven and he was extremely reluctant to, especially since he had no control of his full potential when he since young. The idea came to him all over again when those Exhors came to him.

Rex planted his feet firmly on the ground, the snow crunching at the pressure of his smooth loafers. His suit crinkled when he raised his hand again, flat against the murky wall and, began muttering in Latin. The whole area grew silent; it seemed as though time itself stopped as the animals quieted and Sylvester froze. The trees that bristled with the night's breeze went still, not a signal leaf moving. In the shadows of the earth, the dark came alive. Wild whispers raised and the leaves then shifted when the Dark came barreling towards Corvinius. The shadows of darkness crept up the cloudy border and hisses as it covers the whole dome, all in the split but, silent second. 

SYLVESTER

A silent gasp was heard and the breeze began to blow once more. The owls hosted again, trees moving with life and the calls of insects were loud again in the night. Sylvester blinked and looked around. 

"When are you going to start?"

Sylvester awaited an answer. When it didn't come, he trekked forward.

"Corvinius?"

He reaches to touch the male and Rex abruptly drops to his knees, his eyes aglow a red as his fangs dipped past his lips. Darkness shadowed him, wavering the energy. 

"Rex?"

"I'm fine." The Demon suddenly snapped, making Sly jump back. 

"Are you sure? You don't look like it..."

"Just not...used to this much...energy," Corvinius said as he stood, straightening his clothes and pushing back his hair. "Relax, Shifter."

"Wait, you did it?! When?" Sylvester watches around. Sly could see the beads of sweet on the Vampire's neck. He was overexerting himself.

"When was the last time you fed?" Sly asks and earns a shrug. 

"Some months, I prefer not to Sylvester. You know this..."

  Sly nods. Yes, he knew very well and why. Rex, as a half Demon could get addicted to the blood which was mainly why he had such a bad reputation. They were the reason that there were so many wives tales about Vampire. And because Rex was also Vampire, his need for blood was twice as strong, even compared to Sly. If he did drink, it was with Sylvester's supervision to avoid any...complications. Rex was his friend but, that didn't mean that Sly underestimated his deadliness. 

"We can go find something for you to indulge?" Sylvester suggests. "Get you a Sia."

"No thanks, Wolf."

"A Malion?"

"Neither."

"Come on, Corvinius. You need blood. "

Red eyes met Sylvester's and he had to step back. Those eyes meant business. Those dilated, red slits that saw into your every being and soul. It made Sly's Wolf edgy and uncomfortable. He was released from the stare when they turned to black. 

"Fine," Sylvester smiled at Rex's words. "But, I want a human." Sly froze. 

"What, you can't feed on a human. They're weak-"

"A human or nothing, Shifter?"

Sylvester is conflicted as he paddles on, Rex strolling beside him. The moon was at her peak and shone through the trees. There was a bit of silence. 

"Rex, I know this great female."

"Not interested."

"...She has a cute, sub brother-"

"Shut the f**k up, now Wolf. "

Some more quiet. 

"She's got some really nice violet eyes-"

Rex teleported and Sylvester groaned, following after. 

CHRIS

Lincoln Park

  Lincoln's National Park was deathly silent and the perfect place for Christian to think of this Christmas night. He'd called Lara and Ray but, they weren't answering so he figured they were probably at their families. Chris left his family's place at six and wandered around for most of the night. He checked the mall, had a little, lonely dinner and wasn't in the mood to return home knowing he'd just breakdown there and cry like the weak link he was. He rolled his bike up to the bike stand and got off, placing the helmet there as he leaned it up. Then, he walked to a swing set and sat between the chains.

Oh God, just his luck. This Christmas was worse than he expected. He felt sick just at the thought. How could he have done that, said that?! Those things to Cora, the only person in his family, second to his Dad, that took the time to listen and defend him? What the hell had he been thinking?! Oh, what did he do? Ugh, he was such a f*****g i***t! Nothing could make this night any worse.

  Something snapped from the distance and Chris jumped from the swing to a stop. His eyes tracked movement in the dark night as the moon and the light posts guided him. The fence around blocked off the forest and any dangerous creatures that lived in it. He eyes nothing but, he could have sworn he hears something. Soon enough, he feels it though. That feeling you get when someone is watching; the eyes on him in shadows. He could not tell if it was intuition that followed after it just his mind playing tricks on him. However, he knows one thing for sure; he needs to get out of here. 

  He turns to his motorcycle and all but speed walks in its direction. He was cut short when his eyes wandered and caught sight of the man standing under the lampost, which was a few meters away from him and right next to his bike. He then catches sight of the man's hand that is behind his back and thinks, 'f**k, this is what you get for dealing with that sort of people, Chris.' His chest burns as if someone had dropped dry ice on him, it was such a random feeling and he didn't have the time to pay attention to it. He eyes his potential attacker and notes his height and the pale skin. His eyes were brown from where Chris stood and behind him, he felt more stares creep upon him, the hairs on his neck standing up. So, he processes two choices: a) he could make a beeline for his bike, hoping that he could start up in time and that the others on his tail nor the one in front him, did not carry a gun. b) Run and scream bloody murder, again praying to God that they had no sort of long-ranged weapons. Either way, he had to decide and soon. Another thought popped up in Christian's mind.

This night, had indeed, gotten worse.