The Vampire's Vengeance

Chapter 03

Darcy tells him "I am not a weak b***h to whimper with pain just because my mate shoved up his thing inside me. I am much more than that my mate" Xavier nods hearing her and closes his eyes. Darcy goes to sleep soon as she is tired even though she doesn't want to accept it.

Xavier opens his eyes the next moment and sits up on the bed with aggression. The air in the room had changed. It was thick, cloying, like the scent of old flowers left to rot in a crypt. It was a scent of stillness, of death that walked. He has smelled something foreign. Whoever it is, has smelled like a Vampire. He gets up from the bed, the primal need to hunt overriding everything. He runs into the direction where he smell the odour, a foul sweetness that coated the back of his throat. He soon shifts into his black wolf form, bones snapping and fur erupting from his skin, and runs as faster as he could. He can still smell him, a trail of filth in his territory, but he is not able to see him. He looks up at the tree to see a man looking at him sitting on the branch with a smirk. The creature was unnaturally still, its skin like polished bone under the moon. Xavier growls seeing him, a low, guttural sound of pure hatred. He is about to climb the tree but before he could do so, the Vampire jumps and he is standing right before him, landing without a single sound. Xavier growls in anger and attacks him, a blur of black fur and fangs. The Vampire dodges the attack with a lazy grace, moving like smoke, and pushes him into a large tree. The impact cracks the trunk, and wood splinters into his fur. Xavier growls in anger at the humiliation and attacks him again, more reckless this time.

The Vampire laughs, a sound like grinding stones, at his furious look and again catching him in both his hands, he beats him into the tree. The force of it is immense, a cold, dead strength that feels nothing. Before he can attack him again, the vampire holds the warewolf by it's neck, its grip like iron, and about to bite him but the warewolf dodges him away, twisting with a desperate snarl. The Vampire smirks at him with a cunning look, its eyes black pits that seem to drink the light. Soon he notices that the warewolf is now joined by another warewolf who is a shade of golden brown. The Vampire looks at her with utmost hatred and anger as he knew who it is. The Golden Vampire attacks him as well but the Vampire dodges it on to the black warewolf, using them against each other with contemptuous ease. Before the warewolves can get into their positions and attack him again, he disappears from there, leaving behind only the stench of the grave. Both Darcy and Xavier change back into their human form. They both are standing stark naked at the moment. They both look at each other. Darcy asks "Who might that be?" Xavier hisses in anger "A f*****g blood sucking animal. A Vampire" Darcy nods hearing him and tells him "I never knew that the Vampires really existed in this world. I thought we are the only creatures with such powers but now as I came to know that they too exist in this world, I will f*****g play with these heartless dead bodies with no soul as brutally as I can" She smirks, a predator's grin, and Xavier shakes his head hearing her. She has always been like this. All she wanted to do was play with people and all the other creatures that exist in this world. She likes the taste of the blood and the taste of the pain. They are soon joined by few more warewolves from the pack. The pack looks at their stark naked king and queen, their Alpha and Luna, raw and powerful in their fury, and leaves from there respecting them, their eyes cast down. Darcy smiles happily at the respect and fear they are showing towards her. She won't lie that she is enjoying every moment of hers as a Luna of the pack. They both walk back to their castle without any shame of being naked, their bodies streaked with dirt and dried blood, a testament to the new game that had just begun.