Vampiric

War

The stampede of rogues are nearing the parameter of my property. The ground still rumbling with the sounds of feet slamming the ground at an accelerated rate. The soldiers of the Army of Darkness are laying in wait, covered by foliage, invisible. They are prepared for anything that may be thrown their way. Armed with automatic weapons and plenty of ammunition. Knives made with solid gold blades, ready to plunge into the hearts of rogues if hand to hand combat ensues. Flash bombs to clear a crowd incase a single soldier is outnumbered. Bulletproof armor suits, helmets and shields to protect them. Dangerously trained to conquer enemies with ease. When attacking, they move effortlessly to take down their opponents. Moving gracefully like waves of water. Each soldier eagerly waiting for the opportune time to attack. Each step closer the rogue swarm nears, the soldiers excitement grows. Ready to put their training into action, proud to be part of such a great army and getting the opportunity to prove it. This is what motivates each and every one of them. The swarm emitting strident howls, grotesque snarling and screaming. Echoing through the deserted land surrounding my property. Watching the stampede advance, the soldiers carefully plan the moment of action. Fifty feet away from the parameter, bodies start to drop. Snipers firing with pristine accuracy. Rogues being picked off one by one with precision. Soldiers holding their position, attacking the unsuspecting swarm. Collectively, the rogues continue to advance the parameter, colliding with the soldiers of the army. Sounds of screaming, blood spatter, limbs being torn from bodies, gunshots and death take over the sound waves. The soldiers protecting the elders and the integrity of the association with their lives. Golden blades slashing through flesh and bone of the undead. Rifles firing, limbs sent flying in all directions. Flash bombs going off the fend off isolated groups. Abaddon stands astonished by the sight of his rogue army falling. He gazes at the death happening all around him. His followers falling victim to the army of darkness. By the time they reach the parameter, the swarm numbers have been reduced to less than half. Elders holding their position, ready to defend themselves and the association. Aggressive opponents reach us, the elders begin their defense. Elder Sasha crouches and lunges in the air, watching three rogues pass beneath her. She lands and rushes them from behind, grabbing the first rogue by the head, kicking another in the ribs simultaneously, with one foot on the ground. The head is ripped from the body of the first rogue. Sasha throws the decapitated head, beaming another rogue in the face with it as she attacks a third rogue. Stepping up and slicing her sharp nails through flesh, tearing the skin with each swipe with ease like scissors to paper. She draws a golden blade from her side sheath and slams it into the chest of a rogue, then kicking the body off her blade. Turning swiftly with her blade, she cuts the throat of an approaching rogue, watching them bleed and drop before her. Godric attacks Asura, quickly overpowering him. After a brief scuffle, Godric takes his position on top of Asura. Restraining his arm’s beneath his knees. He draws back and delivers a single, powerful blow to his face, splitting the bridge of his nose. Asura is dazed and unable to fight back as Godric turns his limp body over. Reaching in his back pocket, Godric pulls out a pair of handcuffs, the inside lined with gold to keep vampires subdued. They are clicked on and tightly secured on his wrist. Asura’s skin sizzles with the contact of gold. Godric lifts him up to walk and leads the prisoner in the mansion to keep him alive for the proper punishment he deserves. The other elders fight fiercely together, victorious over any who dare attempt to challenge them. Bodies frozen from the liquid nitrogen rounds being fired from the soldiers. Exploding them with a second shot. Snowing frozen chunks of vampire cadavers from the sky. The battleground littered with severed arms, legs, hands, feet, decapitated heads, fingers, toes. Abaddon’s human assistant cowers in the car they arrived in, unable to handle the sight of war unfold in front of him. The rogue swarm is quickly diminishing, getting dangerously low in numbers. Abaddon directs his aggression towards me. Crouching in a fighting stance, I’m ready for him. Allowing my Viking to take over, my eyes turning black, viciously snarling and growling at him. Abaddon’s eyes glow red with rage as he extends his legs and lunges towards me. I easily dodge his advance by side stepping. When I turn to counterattack, I see Lamia standing alone in the doorway of the mansion. Abaddon targets her, turning his head over his shoulder to give me a threatening glare. Abaddon rushes towards her but to my surprise, Lamia was ready! She jumps to avoid his attack, hitting the ground running to the car, heading to attack Abaddon’s human assistant. She passes me, focused. Unfazed by my presence, eyes on her target. Abaddon turns, his eyes locked on to his endangered human, but is unable to get past me to save him. Abaddon and I lunge simultaneously and collide into each other. Punching, scratching, kicking, exchanging blow after blow in the air. We land still fighting, he punches me in the jaw, I return with a punch to his glowing eye. I dig my claws across his chest, ripping his shirt and causing him to bleed. He digs his claws into my arm, doing the same. Abaddon slams his fist into my throat, knocking me backwards. Stomping towards me, his fist c****d back, ready to hit me again. Once he’s close enough, I send my knee flying upwards, jamming hard into his rib cage. The sounds of wind escaping him, hearing him gasp in anguish. While he is bent over, my fist follows up, connecting with his jaw, another fist follows, crushing the bones in his cheek. I punch again, feeling his nose bones crumbling beneath my force. Again, his skin splits above his eye. He falls flat on his back, but I don’t let up. Speeding to him, straddling on top of him, pounding my heavy fists in his face. Punching him over and over, past his arms desperately trying to protect him. Panting, letting sounds escape me each time I connect with him. It’s no use, he can’t stop me. Continuously punching him and feeling more bones cracking and crumbling with each strike. Blood splattering every hit I deliver. My hands refuse to stop, I keep going, his mouth filled with blood. Excitement as the adrenaline controls me, loving the sight of his flesh splitting, exposing bone. My punches keep flying, getting harder and harder as I start to think about how he hurt my Mia! About how he bit her so badly, beat her unmercifully, returned her to me with the intent of taking everything I worked so hard for! Threatening to r**e her! To pass her around like she’s worthless! My punches throwing faster, harder. Thinking of how he used my maker! How he turned the one man I loved against me! Silently blaming him for everything that has gone wrong. How the rogues killed so many innocent Association members for his selfish reasoning! Trying to ruin everything we’ve worked so f*****g hard to build while he did nothing! The pain his worthless f*****g life caused to so many! His plans to endanger our entire race by waging war on the humans! “f*****g asshole!” I feel something sharp slice my knuckles. The punches I’m throwing are no longer landing on something hard, like a face. Instead, it’s now soft, like mush. My hands and body are soaked in blood. In my rage, I never stopped punching Abaddon. His face is unrecognizable, reduced to nothing but a beaten puddle of brains, bone and blood. The elders watching me in amazement, wondering when the vicious beating will stop since he’s clearly dead. Screaming at him “f**k you! f**k you! Stupid f*****g asshole! You couldn’t even give me a good fight! You worthless piece of s**t! f*****g rogue prick!” My eyes go back to normal as the rage subsides. Once cleared, I’m horrified at the sight of his smashed in face but also relieved that he no longer poses any threat. Standing to dismount the bloody body of Abaddon, I witness the battlefield almost empty of any live rogues. All of which either retreated or were killed in action. As is search the horizon with my eyes, I find Lamia, who has Abaddon’s human held hostage in a death grip. The look on her face is almost demonic, her insides going wild in a frenzy. Restraining herself from feeding on him. As the human struggles, the silence of surprise is broken. “Lamia, what are you doing to that human?” Elder Sasha asks the question for me, as I’m unable to form words yet, still stunned by the powerful beating I’ve given to Abaddon to defeat him. Lamia smiles a sadistic, gleaming smile. “Oh, this human? His name is Meat! And he is the asshole who f*****g tortured me and tased me in the dungeon when I was being held captive! The same f*****g d**k head who held me down and laughed in my face! Who f*****g watched and laughed as Abaddon bit me and sexually assaulted me! The same human f*****g scum that spit on me as I cried and laid helpless in the dirt! This worthless excuse for a f*****g human who called me pathetic and was so f*****g sure he was going to take pleasure in watching his master kill my Damien! And was looking forward to watching me get r***d and tortured by Abaddon after he took over as head vampire! Isn’t that f*****g right, Meat?!” She is so hurt, angry and filled with revenge. Before Sasha speaks again, I raise my hand, reaching to her. “Sasha, let her have him.” This human has obviously caused her great harm and I will not stand in the way of her closure. “Well what do you have to f*****g say now, Meat? Any last words?” The human Mia refers to as ‘Meat’ is trembling and crying, unable to speak, frozen in fear. Mia shoves his head down and watches him fall in the dirt. “I didn’t f*****g think so!” She kicks him in the ribs, then the stomach. She lifts her foot and boots him in the ass, causing him to fall forward again. She isn’t finished with him yet. She kicks him in the face, then spits on him, just like he did to her. Twisted laughter coming from her. “Oh Meat, stop your pathetic blubbering before I f**k you up!” Reciting the same words he said to her, mocking his cruel actions against her. Mia screams, “Leah! Hold his f*****g arms down, please?” Leah rushes to her request and pins his arms down. Mia sits on top of him, ripping his shirt and exposing his chubby, soft body. She marvels in the sounds of his screams. Leah seems to be getting some enjoyment out of it, too. She must have told her in great detail what this man did to her. She’s telling us all with her actions, as she begins to bite him over and over again in the same spots she was bitten by Abaddon. Her bite marks still visible, not quite fully healed yet. Meat screams and squeals ear splitting screams of pain and hopelessness. Mia grabs his soft, fleshy pecks “Oh Meat, your breasts are so f*****g beautiful!” Making fun of him being overweight as he cries. Her nails dig deep into his flesh, tearing his pectoral muscles from his body. He’s breathing heavily, I can feel his heart rate at an dangerously high rate. “Oh no, you aren’t f*****g passing out on me!” She pulls out a syringe from her pocket, filled with a clear substance. She uncaps the needle and jams it in the side of his neck, plunging the liquid into him. His body trembles and shivers as the liquid adrenaline surges through him. Stimulating every muscle, making it impossible to escape from the revengeful torture. Mia bites him again on his arms, his stomach, tearing chunks of his flesh off and spitting it back at him. Meat pleads with her, “Just f*****g kill me! Please just kill me! Please Mia! I’m so sorry, just f*****g end it! I can’t take it anymore!” The desperate cries, begging Lamia fall on deaf ears. Mia balls her fists and stars wailing on him. Primal screeches and screams as Mia loses control of herself. Finally she tires, between her panting, trying to calm herself down she speaks her last words to Meat. “Say Goodnight you f*****g pig!” Her hand plunges into his chest, she digs around inside him, hearing the sounds of her searching through his organs. Gurgling sounds escaping from Meat, blood filling his throat, sounding like he’s gargling water. She rips her hand out, proudly holding and displaying his still beating heart in her grip. Showing it to him so she’ll be the last sigh he sees before death takes him. She smashes his heart in his face, finally standing up, basking in her victory. She takes a deep breath to gather herself and forcefully exhales and releases a tortured scream of anguish and relief that sends chills through my body. She got her revenge, she’ll never be hurt by him or Abaddon again. After she feels the relief, healing some of her mental pain, she locks eyes with me. My insides melt, my stomach filling with butterflies, enthralled by her stare. Her beautiful blue eyes, her beautiful face, splattered with blood, accentuating her soft features. I need her, I rush to her, she meets me halfway. Still locked in each others gaze, my arms wrap around her, and lift her up. Her arms wrap around me, faces buried in eachothers neck. You can almost hear us purring, squeezing each other tightly. Mia lifts her head and kisses my cheek. My head turns slightly toward her, our lips meet. We kiss deeply, lovingly, so happy to be reunited. Tears fall from my eyes, overwhelmed with the feeling of completeness. My beautiful, fierce, amazingly astounding Mia. She stops our passion and sighs heavily, allowing her nerves to settle. “Damien, I love you.”