The Blood Revolution (SOON)

Chapter 17

I'm not very fond of bad dreams if you can tell but crap blessed me, it loves me way too much. If it has something to do with this vampire halfblood thing, I want it off my system. If I could only drain off my blood and stuff something else entirely.

The place I found myself into seemed deserted. No soul was around. Or at least to as far as my eyes could see. The grey surroundings gave me the idea that it's probably dawn. I tried to recall the reason why I ended up here but my memory remained fogged.

An old shack stood infront of me, lopsided and miserable with rough blackened timbers and a slightly detached thatch roof, tiny vines growing out from the damp cracks. The door had a broken handle and a severed upper part. Empty barrels lined the porch, an old windchime hanged on the soft hamba, about to collapse any second soon. Everything was silent, no fire was coming from the inside. No sign of life.

I scanned the place. I'm surrounded by pine trees in a glen. Behind my back, whispers of the pine forest trees and the chirping of insects shot goosebumps out of my pores. There is stillness in the wind but I was freezing and I'm wearing nothing but a plain white shirt.

Correction. I'm wearing a tunic which was weird because I can't remember that I owned something as historical as this piece of clothing.

I walked slowly towards the house, anxious to find something to cover myself from the cold and find a living soul. My feet found the wooden steps of the shack, each step producing a loud creak. If this place is abondoned, surely the owners must have left something for me to use.

I stopped near the door, hearing noises from up the hill behind me. I turned around and saw things sweeping down the glen.

Torches.

Horses.

Men riding horses running straight towards the direction of the shack.

The neighing grew louder, closer. I can already hear the sounds of their feet. My heart convulsed, my knees trembled. I felt the need to hide. Frantic, I hopped down the porch and leapt into the grass, breath fogging the air. Voices of men augmented. Cold air swept up my head and my spine chilled. I hopped into a small bush beside a barrel drum that smelt of something like wine.

The men arrived in the shack, unable to see me. They wore leather suits and metallic armors with headpieces that reminded me of ancient Roman legionnaires from my history class. Their swords glistened in the torch light.

Who are these people?

"Search the house. If anyone moves, kill it!" Peeking through leaves, my eyes drifted into a ghostly pale man with sunken cheekbones atop a black stallion. He ordered the men behind him. Two huge muscled men went in and searched the shack, kicking off the frail door, cracking and breaking it off. I heard rummaging inside the house, the cracking of wood, the breaking of glass and banging of metals.

There were no screams.

"Tell me Lucian, why did we come back here?" I heard a woman's voice, loud enough for me to hear despite the sound of breaking things from inside the house. I couldn't see her in my vantage point but she sounds just as scary as the pale man.

"To make sure that there are no tracks left," the pale man replied.

"Reuben is dead. You told me that yourself. You've burned him. He can't in any way regenerate back. His boy is now under my care. He wouldn't be a problem to you anymore."

"If the boy fails to prove his allegiance to me, I'll kill him myself."

"I'll make sure it won't come to that."

"We'll see about that Aemilia."

The men who entered the shack finally found their way out. "There's nothing inside, my lord." The tall one reported.

"Alright, burn the house," the pale man exclaimed, turning his horse away. "Make sure there's nothing left. Not a single inch of wood."

He whipped the stallion and left, followed by the woman and the others with them. The two who were left started setting the place on fire, the old shack swiftly eaten up by the flames. The heat gave me a crazy mixture of terror and comfort. I coughed.

One of the men noticed me. My insides did a somersault as I saw boots closing in on my direction. I felt the need to flee. But before I could ran, the bush got uprooted and standing infront of me is a familiar sight of a familiar being made in the night.

A darkness in flesh. His eyes blue darkened, fangs grew out on the sides of his teeth.

He hissed.

I screamed.

"Peter!"

My vision slowly grew clear. I saw Jessy's face infront of me, face contorted and brows raised. "It's okay. You're okay. You're safe."

I got up. I was terribly sweating and panting. My heartbeat went crazy that my chest starts to ache. Cold sweat trickled down my nose and on the side of my lips. I was in a room with no windows. A small lamp's light enough for me to make our Jessy's face.

"Nightmares again?" she asked.

I gave her a nod. My throat felt too dry to speak.

"It's alright. That's normal for halfbloods like us. It's the vampire blood in our system that causes it. No one knows why," she explained. "Here, drink this. It'll make you feel better."

She produced a small green cup and handed it to me. "Thanks." I draw it to my lips but almost burped when I smelled it. "Ugh! What on earth is this?" I gave her back the cup. It smelt like burnt hair mixed with wood. The rest I couldn't explain.

"Wilmint flower. It'll help your regeneration. You've lost a lot of blood. You need to drink this or you'll be as crunchy as an old skeleton we might just need to dump you somewhere."

"Jeez." I groaned. "I'm not sure if that's the proper way to get someone to drink medecine. If this is even one. But thanks."

I managed to drink it in one gulp. The black liquid traveled down my throat like a breath of fresh mint.

"Not as bad as smells." I handed her back the cup. "What happened?" The last thing I remember was the five of us escaping from a cavalry of vampires on Jessy's black convertible.

"Well, we're lucky we're still alive." She stood up. "I warned you not to stay out at night Peter but you've got one hell of a head."

"I'm sorry," I tried get up from the bed. Dizziness slammed me back to it. "It's just that, everything you're telling me seems so," I heaved a breath," you know. . . unreal"

I saw her roll her eyes beneath the faint light of a lamp as she turned her back from me. "So, do you believe me now?"

"I think so. . ."

She faced me, an arm on her hip. "You think so? After being almost killed twice you still doubt it?"

"No, of course not." I sat up. "It's just that I'm having a hard time undestanding things, okay? Don't just expect me to believe something so easy as that. Alright, vampires are real and they exist. You've made your point. But the halfblood whatever it is. I still can't digest it."

Jessy's face turned dead serious, a hint of patience now visible in her blue eyes. She drew a breath. "I understand. But whether you believe it or not it's the truth. The best thing you can do is believe it. Deal with it or ignore it. But for people like us, ignoring the truth will only get you killed. I hope that's clear enough for you to digest."

She walked away and left for the door, leaving me alone inside the poorly lit room. I was still feeling kind of dizzy but the fear of having nightmares again drove me to get out of the room. I also think I need to breath some fresh air.