Allow me to indulge myself for a few minutes.
“Emily, are you drunk?”
“No, what makes you think that?”
“Well you’re being very forward and are pretty much harassing the poor guy into letting you touch his body. You’re also speaking like a teenage fangirl; it’s like, so totally annoying.”
“The sight of a guy’s bare chest can do things to a girl.”
“You’re drunk aren’t you?”
Emily shrugged. “Maybe a little.”
“I would thank you to refer to me in a more polite manner.”
“What you would like me to do does not concern me.”
Ambren shook his head, feigning disappointment. “Then I’m afraid our business is concluded. I will not deal with a man who would address me in such an insulting manner.”
Gryphon’s eyes narrowed. “I am no man.”
“My apologies Captain, I had no idea you were a woman.”
Gryphon drew a knife from the back of his belt and thumbed the blade. “Do you remember how you died the first time, Mr. Hallows?”
“It’s not something one forgets.”
“It must be a thrilling tale. Amuse me.”
Ambren raised an eyebrow. “And why should I do that?”
“Because it’ll give you a little more time to live.”
Ambren shrugged. “Can’t argue with that logic.”
“My sister is not told she must bow to the weight of royalty, so why should I?”
“With respect, your highness, your sister is not heir to the throne.”
The prince descended the steps and Salin winced, clearly that was improper etiquette.
“And why isn’t she? She is ten minutes older than me. Is that not sexism?”
“It is tradition.”
“It is sexist tradition.”
Marcus took his glasses off and set them down on the desk, turning to face his friend. Arthur was sitting on their bed, one leg crossed under him, his hands on one knee. He wore a plain white shirt, the top two buttons undone, and black suit trousers. His jacket, tie, waistcoat, socks and shoes lay on the floor by the bed. They were staying at a hotel for Arthur’s brother Reynold’s wedding, Arthur had said it would be more practical for them to share a room, not realising the pain it caused Marcus.
Arthur was beautiful; there was no doubt about that. His pale blond hair shone in the moonlight from the window and his teal eyes were still wide and curious, even after all this time. Marcus had been told that most people went for him, apparently his colouration was ‘striking,’ his black hair and deep blue eyes drew people to him. People also thought he looked strange, his hair was wild and done up in a short ponytail and he always wore smart clothing. By contrast, Arthur’s colouration was common and he dressed casually, keeping his hair cut at medium length. Personally Marcus didn’t see what other people saw in him, his eyes were always drawn to Arthur, his best friend. How he wished he were something more.
“So why am I here?”
“I intend to send a message and I need your help to do so.”
“I don’t want to kill you, David,” Rakefell’s tone was conversational, “but, to use a tired cliché, ‘you’ve been a thorn in my side for too long.’”
David’s blood ran cold.
David frowned. “Are you sure this is the right place?”
Daniel nodded. “It would be a pretty pathetic excuse for a secret tunnel if the entrance wasn’t disguised in some way.”
“It might take a while to find,” Matthew pointed out.
Daniel’s hand lit up with a golden glow. “Let’s see if we can shine some light on the subject.”
Matthew folded his arms. “Seriously?”
The only one not effected was Dane’s brother Andreth, who was looking for all the world like he’d received some mildly interesting news. “Shouldn’t we get moving? We have a job to do.”
Holly Cartwright glared at him. “For god’s sake Andreth, a man just died!”
Andreth shrugged flippantly. “People die every day. The guy was a soldier, dying’s in the job description.”
Holly’s sister Emily glared at him fiercely. “Why you-”
“He’s right,” Daniel said tonelessly. “Let’s move.”
Emily stared at him. “What?”
Daniel eyed Andreth. “He’s a dick,” he said, “but he’s right.”
As he walked, Ambren sized the man up. The man was young, with frizzy ginger hair, wide blue eyes and a freckled face. He had his whole life ahead of him. The man was young. His blood smelled deliciously sweet. Ambren was a vampire. He was strong; he could punch a trained assassin across a room, but could he knock someone out with a punch? Ambren was a vampire. A predator. And humans were his prey. If he was not dealt with, the man would raise the alarm, and that could not be allowed to happen.
Ambren had almost reached the man when he said, “Stop right there.” Ambren froze. “Now turn around and put your hands behind your back.”
Ambren leapt across the last few feet separating the two of them and sank his teeth into the man’s neck.
The man groaned as the paralyzing anaesthetic of the vampire’s saliva kicked in. His gun clattered to the floor.
Ambren drank deeply, blood filling his mouth with a sweet explosion of flavour. He gorged himself, lost in the ecstasy of flavour and the thrill of the hunt. Blood dripped down his chin. How had he ever given this up?
It was not long before he had drunk the man dry. He pulled his fangs out of the man’s throat and stepped back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked down at the man, almost with pity. Then he grabbed him under the arms and hauled him across the room. He tossed the corpse into the mouth of the tunnel and pushed the door shut.
David’s eyes roamed over the tunnel. “But there must be something we can-” he paused. Then a slow smile spread across his face, his eyes alight with inner fire. “I know exactly what we can do.”
He told Michael his plan. Michael stared at him. David raised an eyebrow. “What? Will it not work?”
Michael stared at him for a few moments more. Then he kissed him. He pulled away, smirking slightly. “You’re a fucking genius.”
David went pink.
David’s gasp of pain was cut short by Aurelia’s fingers wrapping around his throat. She slammed him back and his head cracked painfully against the wall. Her hands tightened around his neck and he choked. His vision started to dim. He kicked feebly at her. “I thought you looked interesting,” she muttered, but her voice sounded far away, “and I was right.” Her image swam before his eyes. Blackness crept at the edges of his vision.
Aurelia released him and he fell on his hands and knees, coughing and gasping. He took great gulps of sweet, clear air. His arms trembled.
By the time he had recovered enough to look, she was gone.
Michael sank his teeth into the man’s neck. The man yelped in pained surprise. His hands immediately flew to his throat and Michael raked his claws across his opponent’s face, earning another cry. The man staggered back and Michael attacked with renewed ferocity, clawing into the front of his coat and ripping sharp lines down his torso, reducing his coat and shirt to tatters and scoring him with angry red marks.
Not to be easily defeated, the intact twin swung at Michael with a clenched fist but Michael caught him by the wrist and squeezed. He felt bone crack underneath his more powerful hands. Michael released the man and he staggered back, eying him with fear. But not enough fear.
He lunged forwards and grabbed the man by the sides of his head, digging his claws into its sides, and ripped his hands back. The man screamed as Michael gouged deep lines into his flesh, ripping off one of his ears. The man collapsed on his hands and knees, looking up at Michael in terror. A savage grin split across Michael’s face. That was the fear he wanted to see.
~ All from Black Rain. A lot probably won’t make it in, but at the moment, this is what I have. I’ll do my other works some other time.