Serpent Twins: The Fall

Crimean Peninsula

Nicholas’s POV:

I was staring at my brother who was keeping himself busy with his laptop. Sometimes I think he just wasted his teleportation’s gift. He could just teleport to wherever his plane be, yet he was sitting here with us, checking on the blueprint and renovation plan from the architects. I wanted the building to be the most extravagant building in Manhattan or even in Brooklyn, but he wanted the opposite as we need to keep it as normal as possible. We argued a lot to decide on which building as he didn’t want to simply kick out of those office tenants who already long settled in one of the new building that I had an eye for, before he came up with one skyscraper building in a newest luxury community at Midtown, which he partially owned through one of his company as equity partner. He has secured half of the upper floors in the tallest tower in the building complex which was opened early this year, but we still need to relocate many tenants and to renovate most of the floors we are going to use. I already offered my help to support his relocation team for the tenants as I have more unused guards with impeccable hypnosis skill.

I closed my eyes. My mood turned sour after getting information from Bogdan that Kimberly went on a date with Dylan Knight, a human that was so lucky being left alive alone in the fake car crash that my brother was involved. He should be dead if not because of the patrolling police arrived faster that night. Bogdan didn’t report in detail yet, but I assumed that she was out for romantic date, even if he said it was a charity event in a senator’s residence, Benjamin Knight.

What a coincidence.

Perhaps I will have to give the new home a visit later.

I called Kimberly right away, but she didn’t pick up, so I asked Bogdan to keep tailing and to send me updated information of her movements. I should be there with her, not getting stuck with this fuckinghybrid werewolf thing. I have to go back to New York City by Friday afternoon, as I already canceled my dinner with Kimberly tonight, so our trip must go on.

I squinted my eyes to the red-haired woman at the back seat. She has been cleaned, but her very long red hair was still in dirty dreads. Her light brown eyes were blank after being hypnotized by my brother as he didn’t enjoy her screams, not like I did. We pureblood are capable to hypnotize vampires, but we can't be hypnotized. How cool is that, no wonder women kept coming, hoping to be our mate to conceive superpower vampire. But the fate has played us fool, as my brother and I were attracted to one same human. And she’s quite fuckingdifficult to tame.

Feeling bored, I got up and came over to the red haired one, taking a seat in front of her. When I broke the hypnosis, her eyes went widen in fear at first then changed into hatred as locked with mine. She held her hands and looked around, then to her hands which was turning pale covered in black veins.

“No more screams?” I mocked her.

“Where are we?” she asked, glaring at me.

“Are you challenging me, b***h?” I held her neck roughly.

“Your Highness,” she was chocking up.

I released my hand and leaned back to the seat.

my brother scolded me.

I challenged him as usual.

I threatened her.

Her eyes were lit, “Are we going to Kerch?”, then after noticing my temper she hurriedly added, “Your Highness?” I miss father, Alyona.

I asked her.

“He’s no one, Your Highness.” But he is a family to us. I wish he’s alive.

I licked my fangs, I asked nonchalantly.

“Please, Your Highness. I have paid for my sins. But my family, they didn’t kill anyone. They didn’t know what Vladimir is. He was just a little boy, appeared in front of our door one night. So, my father took him in, assuming that he’s a precious born vampire and a son he didn’t have. We didn’t know that he could shift into a wolf later when he reached the age of seventeen,” she told me.

I reminded her.

“By the time we knew, he was already our family, Your Highness. We didn’t mean any harm to you, other royalties, or The Council. Please believe me and be so kind to spare them,” she started to sob, bleeding.

What an actress.

Like I would believe her lame acting. I knew that she’s just cold-blooded murder. I knew it because I am.

“What fascinated me, you were capable of catching and killing three vampires. So, tell me how did you kill two of our guards?” I asked.

“Seduced then killing them, Your Highness,” she told me.

I let my eyes fondling all over her body. She is a hot one, no doubt. I usually have a fetish on red head, but I think I have lost it after having myself c*m on Kimberly that evening. I tried several attempts to fuckothers, but I felt nothing and experienced literally unfinished each time. I couldn’t even get hard without thinking about her first. So, I stopped fuckingand it was frustrating.

Fuck.

Just thinking about her making me hard. And the red haired in front of me knew it, although she thought it wrong. So, she started to use her body to charm me by making sensual gestures and she disgusted me. I used my hypnosis to shut her mind back to previous blank state and looked over the window, thinking about Kimberly.

We’ve been flying for five hours and should transit at Sheremetyevo International Airport in Moscow Oblast in another four and a half to have immigration clearance since Kerch Airport went bankrupt, only in service for general aviation. So, we’re going to spend three hours more from SVO to Kerch Airport and almost one hour drive to Kerch Peninsula. I was beyond mad with this.

How could I waste my supposedly precious time with Kimberly with this trip?

I’m the fuckingruler here, but still my brother didn’t budge and asked the captain to follow the human’s regulation, instead of just do as we wish and ordered our guards to fix any problem later. I fisted my knuckles, feeling overwhelmed with the boring situation. I got up and came over to my brother, still doing something with his MacBook.

“Your stare is annoying distraction, Nicholas,” he spoke to me without raising his face from the screen.

I mocked him.

He closed his black MacBook and sighed, he asked.

he knew this was all about Kimberly.

he said.

I laughed,

He raised his left eyebrow,

I glared at my brother.

No one alive to tell others how they could behave disrespectfully to me, well except him and my sister.

he reminded me.

I crossed my arms and leaned back to my seat.

he squinted his eyes.

I uttered,

he stated and opened his MacBook, ignoring me again for the whole journey.

I slouched back in my seat and clasped one hand behind my head, closing my eyes, thinking about Kimberly.

Alyona’s POV:

My sister was paralyzed in kneeled position after the prince’s guards put her into the position. Her skin was greyish pale with vivid black veins all over her body and even face. I was no longer could recognize her in current state when she was brought into the great hall of our manor house. My face ought to be in a bloody mess for crying. I turned to my father, gazing to my sister in painful expression as he kneeled down to the two princes standing in front us.

“Please, Your Highness. I’m begging you to spare her life and take me instead,” he looked down.

“Get everyone here. All of them,” Prince Nicholas menacingly said.

I wouldn’t be able to differ them if only they have same hairstyle. Like everyone said, they are beautiful, yet cold. My father turned his head to his back and nodded. In less than a minute, everyone I know were in the great hall. Suddenly, two of their guards came to me and captured my arms.

“Papachka!” I called out to my father as I have been dragged next to my sister.

They pushed me to kneel down and one of them slapped me hard when I tried to hug my sister. I could see that the guard who slapped me suddenly stepped back in fear, while another one whispered me to stay put. My wet cheek burnt in pain.

“Now speak. Where is he?” Prince Nicholas asked to my father.

“He went to America, Your Highness. He came to my door when he was just seven years old. He couldn’t remember anything, so I took him in as my boy and named him Vladimir Botkin. I promised you, Your Highness. He never harmed anyone, not human too, even after he turned into werewolf for the first time at the age of seventeen. He drank animal’s blood only as human’s blood triggered him into werewolf more often. Twenty years ago, he left us to go to America and I met him two days ago.”

I know Vladimir, who suddenly appeared couple nights ago, told us to say the truth if the prince’s guards came to us, for the sake of our lives and also told us that Anastasia had been captured by the prince’s guard. My father forced him to leave to save himself as his presence would cause the matter worse. He didn’t want to leave at first, but my father asked him to obey his request for the last time. Vladimir was already his son.

“Show to my guard of his room,” Prince Alexander said.

One of the prince’s guard stepped forward and left with one of our servant.

“Show me his face,” Prince Nicholas commanded to my father.

My father’s eyes went to the wall behind the twin princes whereas there was a big oil painting hanging on the wall portraying the four of us in Russian court dress, 116 years ago, when we were still living at Saint Petersburg before returning back to our origin home at Crimean Peninsula just before The Russian Revolution exploded.

The twin princes’ eyes were following to my father’s and they couldn’t hide their surprise as they were looking to each other in quite long of dead silence.

Do they know Vladimir?

They didn’t utter any words, as if they were communicating through telepathy as Prince Nicholas nodded to the crown prince.

“Dochka! Please don’t take my daughter, Your Highness!”

I heard my father shouted to the Prince Nicholas as one guard held me outside to their car.

“Papachka! Syestreechka!” I screamed out to my family, feeling that this would be the last time for me to see them.

Alexander’s POV:

I could still hear the screams of Lord Botkin’s younger daughter. I asked the guard to secure her as I didn’t want her to witness what Nicholas was about to do. I turned to Nicholas as he charged into Lord Botkin and pierced his right hand into his chest and pulled out his heart. He squeezed the heart into dust and at the same time, the body of Lord Botkin turned into dust, scattered everywhere. Their guards and servants stood silently in horror and they stepped back in fear as they saw Lady Anastasia fell onto the floor and turned into dust as the Nicholas’s poison finally killed her.

I told Nicholas and teleported to my private manor in Bucharest to make a call to Andrei, as I didn’t want Nicholas eavesdropping or even everyone in The Council.

Soon after arrived, I called Andrei to increase security for Kimberly and sent him picture of Vladimir Botkin. I teleported to Hoia Baciu, whereas The Council is situated, after retrieving an important object from Andrei.