We have never faced a battle after a battle in all the time that we have been finding ourselves dangling our fingers in the hunting game. It is rather an unusual battle that has been playing off, from having to hunt down a delusional Vampire, we are now faced with…
Let us do think about this one, who is the battle, the Vampire which as such is my brother or it the other?
Whichever scenario that I run through my mind, they both seem just as horrific as the other. So, without having to clog the mind with all these questions, we are making our way forward again. Now our intention is not to go into the abandoned building from which the cackle can be heard, no, we intend to get safely to our vehicle and then hoping that they shall follow us. This is not our playground, it is dangerous and well, fucking scary.
So, back to back in our circle of six, we slowly make it through the rain down a road that, if one slips, you will find yourself sliding down. As we move, I can sense that the danger is growing closer, but yet, there is also the possibility that they are only but playing with us. The moment that we shall find ourselves off-guard, they shall attack. And I fear that it shall be the moment that we will all try to get into the car.
I still have no knowledge of why Roberto has joined them, I am hoping that they have taken him prisoner, but for what reason I would not know why. But pushing this aside, if the fight comes and I need to choose over the life of anyone here and that of Roberto, well, that shall be a very painful decision, yet, I will always protect my beloved.
We have just approached the road where we shall need to turn to find the vehicles. We shall only take one and will pile into it fairly as quickly as possible. This is the plan...
The vehicle is standing in the wrong direction in which we should be heading, which means, we need to make a turn. Second…
The vehicle is filled with hunting equipment on the backseat, which means, we need to clear the back before we can get in… Third…
The vehicle is definitely too small for all of us, which means, well, we are either sitting on top of each other or somebody is getting in the back… But…
That is full of a whole bunch of other hunter crap, which means, this is going to be one tight and bumpy ride…
And it is set into motion…
While we keep face on with where we know is the danger, which is quite pointless, but we shall get to that just now. So while Connor and I are keeping our eyes on the road that we have just come from, Lilith is by Connor's side and Anastasia by mine. The two boys, Breyden and Ethan are chucking the nonsense, perhaps I should not call Connor's toys that, but they are being taken from the backseat into the trunk.
As things are considered now, we are still out of danger. Next…
The two girls step back with Zachariah and they immediately shift into the back seat. Then on a count of…one…two…three… Connor, Ethan, Breyden, and I get into the car as fast as we possibly can. In front of us, only but missing the bonnet of the car by inches, comes a bolt of lightning. Connor puts the car into reverse and the first road he finds on his right, he spins into making a turn in the other direction.
As we hit the road rolling, there is another bolt of lightning hitting the road just behind us. Without even hesitating, Connor presses flat down onto the pedal and pushes the Impala as fast as he can. I can see by the look in his eyes as he takes a glance in the rearview mirror that there is a storm brewing behind.
Completely pumped with adrenaline, he turns to me once we are in the safety of the city, "You know that they are going to come for us at your home?"
I sigh rather loudly, hoping that he had not said it out so loudly, but yes, "I know my dear friend."
Then Ethan speaks from behind and points out the very thing that I did not want to hear, "Roberto was between them Sebastian, and it did not seem like he was being held against his will."
"Ethan," I swallow rather hard as I try to keep the tears away, "There must be a reason why he is with them."
Anastasia, that does not know what we are truly talking about, only but rests a reassuring hand on my shoulder. With that voice that sometimes still seems so innocent to the world, she softly whispers in my ear, "Everything will be okay." I give her hand a gentle squeeze and let the thought run through my mind. I wish she was right.
Once we pull into the driveway back at the Belmont House, it seems to be eerily quiet. But it should. The entire household is squashed into this car. I think it is the fear of what lies ahead that makes me think differently.
So after equipping ourselves with as many weapons that are necessary that are loaded with what Ethan refers to as 'special-made-killing bullets,' we sneak in through the front door. On the other side, things are left untouched and we can safely say they have not yet made their appearance.
But as soon as the security almost sets in, there is a loud thud as the front door is burst open. The very distinct cackle that comes with the eruption makes us clearly aware that they are now present. Yet, something is missing from them. Roberto is not near. Is he in fact perhaps a prisoner?
That is a question we will have to get answered the minute, which is…
"Well, is it not the Master Sebastian Belmont."
"And if it is not Tasha, your dear friendly neighborhood witch. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
Now when I say pleasure, the woman is something that sits pretty well on the eyes. Yes, I have in my years tried on several occasions to have relations with Tasha, but she, well, I was not her flavor. I do not like being controlled and to her, she is all about controlling the men under her spell. But this is a new experience, she has sought me out after all these years, that does beg the question which my beloved will kill me for later.
"Finally changed your mind in who should be on top?"
"Oh, Sebastian, I still like my men at my feet and we both know you will never sit there."
"Then," I watch out of the corner of my eye the red hot that my beloved is boiling, but the words that are running through her mind, are definitely getting me killed, that is if Tasha does not do it for her. "So, Tasha, what is it that you want then?"
"You know what I am here for, just give it to me Sebastian. It shall save us all the time. Yes, my girls have been looking for some action, but I do not feel like getting my hands dirty."
"I have no idea what you are referring to." And then just for a moment, I remember the other missing part of this equation, "Where is Roberto?"
"The man is just as useless as his brother. I left him out there in his own misery. I must say the evil that has him, well, it does fascinate me, but I am looking at what you are offering. Now give it to me or your friends here shall meet their untimely fate."
I watch as she scans the room while five of her coven are standing behind her. Then all of a sudden there is rather an amusement on her face, "Ah, look. We have the Windchaser boys. Now if I knew that I would have dressed up for today. It seems that I am going to have to fight for what I want after all."
With a flash, I watch in front of my eyes as the five of her coven disappear into nothing. From behind me, I hear Connor scream, "Just shoot and keep on fucking shooting until you are empty." Well, definitely the words of the wise.
As they pop in and out of frame trying to cause utter confusion, Connor and Ethan keep on hammering each bullet into their direction. With what can see as almost perfect timing, our dear Vampire Hunter takes the first casualty for Tasha's team.
All the while the rest of the coven has attacked the circle, Tasha is chanting a spell, which is, much to her very annoyance not working on me. Connor, he but only shakes his head as he cannot make out what she is saying.
The four of her coven relentlessly try to break our circle, but most of all trying to keep us away from distracting Tasha.
While she starts to chant again, Connor gets the attention of the rest of the coven solely focused on him, giving Ethan and Zachariah the aim to start taking them out one by one until only one but Tasha is left. She looks at me out of complete frustration, "Give me it! I know you have it. The legacy says…"
And with that Connor ends her rant with one perfect bullet in her chest.
I throw my hands in the air, "What legacy?"
It can be safely said that we have once again survived another battle, though these were far too close to each other. Now, what else can be said, is that both of these have left us to one conclusion. There is a legacy that they are after…My legacy.Well, in all my frustration, I have no idea as to what they are referring to, but let me say this, I believe that this shall not be the last. Perhaps I have been placed as the one on the hunting block and I have no idea what they are hunting for.Though what else needs hunting is Roberto. I have not seen him since we left him behind between the abandoned warehouse. I have not, and much by the request of the Windchasers, I have not been back to search for him there. I know that he shall come out to hunt, but as for coming to what should be his home, that is not a question that I can answer.Tasha said that there is a great evil that holds him. The day when he came to us the first time I did not see any evil in h
Well, I do believe that I am about to be slapped until I cannot spell my name.I have come to my beloved for the permission to go see a Warlock to find Roberto. Now there is only one problem…"Sebastian!" I hear that sweet innocent voice echo through the room and fill the hallways. "You want me to do what?""My beloved, please sit down. If you were human you would have gotten a heart attack by now.""And," she adds. "If you were human then you would really be dead by now."I cannot help but chuckle at her as a pillow comes flying my way, thank god she is not throwing any glasses since there is no need for a Vampire to have such a thing as a glass near him anyway. But I must count my words before they are spoken, for there are lots of other dangerous things, such as a very pointy dagger that is laying on the dressing table that can find its way to me."Okay," I hear her huff as she pouts her lips at me trying to look all angry.
I am standing with somewhat trembling legs at the giant steel gate that leads up to the castle of what should be The Great Warlock, Alatar. Now I have requested of him rather foolishly to let me in, this, after I had many years ago, tried to kill the man, not on one, but several occasions did I try to claim his life.The first time that I encountered The Great Warlock was in the year 1752. I was very much set in my ways to become the most desirable man among the ladies of both the living and the dead. Now, as with most of my troubles, I will admit that I met Alatar while we were both courting the same lover. Where the problem came in, is that he was quite settled in his relationship, as I might call it, with the very said lover.Then, of course, I swept in and laid my eyes on her. From that very moment, I knew that I just had to have her. But where the difference comes between dear old Alatar and me is that I was only looking for a one-night occasion.So much to
It troubles me a great deal to know that Roberto finds him in such trouble. What is even more of a concern is why the man did not tell me the moment that he arrived at my home. For Blood Lust alone, I need to give him the ultimate sentence of them all. But there is no way that I shall send my brother to his death.Now, what is another thing that bugs me is who is after him and what is it that he is supposed to possess.Well, we have dear old Alatar that shall take us into the direction of the next danger that we shall face. The question now begs, do I attempt to do this on my own or get the help of our dear brothers. Though I firmly believe that they will not let him get out of this alive. So it seems that it shall only be the three of us that shall attempt to save Roberto from himself.What else needs saving is me listening to Alatar trying to pick up my wife. I know this is perhaps where I should jump in and tell the man to back off, but I am not yet to upset
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No man wishes to be referred to as 'A man like you,' it makes you feel weak and rather bruises the ego. Now here where I stand; I do not wish to refer to myself as 'A Vampire like me.' My sole reason for these words is that I am the only Vampire who can feel the pain that I am feeling. Yes, a Vampire can easily say, 'It hurts like a stake to the heart,' well, I can truly feel that feeling.It is with the greatest of terror and a heart that is slowly breaking that I am facing my one and only brother. Roberto has, for a great deal of his life, always looked up to me; he always used to tell me the stories of how he wishes to be like me one day. Needless to say that when it came to the choice to turn him, he gratefully accepted. After all, he was going to be just like his brother.But what has now changed is that the man has grown evil, and as Vampire Master, I do need to take care of this before it spirals out of control, which in fact, it already has.So I find ne
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