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Eternal

I Love How It Tastes

Down in the Main Hall…

“Ready?” Chris growled in pleasure to the taller man next to him. Chris Motionless, Austin Carlile, and Alex Gaskarth all stood poised at the head of the room, just past the large table. The balcony hung over their heads.

And the world stood still.

Scattered across the other points either overlooking the hall or from the sides were Ghost, Balz, Alan, and Jack.

“I’m going for three.” Jack nudged Ghost.

“In your dreams.” Ghost rolled his eyes. Their bantered came to a soft halt. They did this every time a Witcher attacked them. The castle had been raided a few times, but no one ever escaped it.

Their game went as such: They yelled out the number of Witchers they killed, trying to beat the other. Usually a prize was involved to the winner.

“Bets?”

“You can’t get to three and if I win, I feed from your sub.” Jack beamed, his eyes glowing brilliantly. Ghost glowered. The man was overly protective of his Blue. She was his, and his alone. There was no one to hurt her, no one to touch her except him. Nothing would happen to her. Blue, in all her quirks and verses, was HIS girl.

Then again, Ghost never turned down a bet….

“Fine.” Ghost glared and shook hands with the fellow vampire.

Alex positioned himself to block the door, going the hall a little ways to bar the way to the feed-subs. A few night hounds trailed him. The other beasts of the castle were hidden and ready to strike.

And that’s when all hell broke loose.

The Witchers, about twelve of them, all rushed through the front doors. It wasn’t the largest group Castle Vulcan residents had encountered, but it was big enough for them to really put up a fight.

Chris and Austin took up a rallying war cry as nigh hounds joined in their baying. The Witchers steeled their fears and started forward. There were nine men and three women. They were led by another heavily tattooed man with shorter brown hair. He held a sword in one hand and a shield in the other. The leader of the group was decorated in highly fancied armor that shone even in the dull light.

“ONE!” Ghost cried out, a body already at his feet. The vampires seemed to be moving between the attackers so fast that it was like they were gliding on the cold air.

The Witchers had no advantage in this fight. This was vampire territory and the elite group had no chance of taking use of different area. The vampires defended their home with everything they had, which was both deadly and vicious.

“TWO, BASTARD!” Jack grunted. Ghost howled and dove even further into his strength to rip off a woman’s arm. It was both gruesome and violent.

“Oliver, help me!” A man cried out as Chris bit into his neck and drained him within seconds. The leader in decorated Witcher armor spun around to the man, already dead. His name was Oliver Sykes and he was renowned for destroying black arts followers.

I guess today was not his day.

Within ten minutes, they were down to three people left. A man with a broken leg and snapped bow was desperately trying to ward off Alan. A woman with her arm torn up was hacking at her foe, Ghost. Oliver was cornered by Austin and Chris.

The leader had attempted to climb the stairs, going in the direction of Austin’s room and towards Jynx.

Needless to say, Aus didn’t like that too much.

“FOUR!” Jack cheered as the woman finally bled out after a quick bite of his fangs. The battle was short and had no vampire casualties. Ghost had lost the bets and Jack had somehow pulled through to take the lead.

“Dammit.” Ghost growled, kicking the body of a smaller man, probably about seventeen years old. The man knew he had to hold up to his end of the bargain.

“Mmm….As much as Luna’s blood is sweet, Blue’s is something unique.” Jack licked his lips. In the corner, Oliver screamed empty threats to the two men.

“I’m growing bored of his games.” Chris sighed. Austin nodded. They had the man pinned, his leg was twisted and he was on the ground.

“Aw, what are you going to do?” Balz asked. He was casually walking over the other two heads of the castle. Austin glanced at his blood stained hands.

“Say Chris, when was the last time we turned anyone?” Austin asked. Chris thought for a moment.

“Balz?”

“About twenty years ago or so.”

“Yeah, he was the last one.” Chris shrugged. Austin eyed the now silent man.

“Do you think….?” Austin asked. Chris nodded. In an instantly, the lanky man with black hair bent down and bit Oliver’s neck.

“I WON’T LIVE LIKE A DEMON OUT OF HELL!” Oli screamed before falling still. It was if his heart had stopped. Everyone gathered in a small circle around him. The bloody hall lay in carnage.

He was dead….but also alive.

“So who does he belong to?” Alan asked curiously. He came to stand by Austin’s side. Everyone looked around.

“NO DIBS!” The heads of each little mini-clan screamed out, touching their fingers to their nose. Alex turned around, a little dazed, but this man hadn’t lost the quick contest.

“What?” Austin was shaken out of his thoughts.

“He’s yours.” Chris chuckled. They all gave each other a high five and Aus rolled his eyes. Alan peered down to the unconscious man.

“So we have a new blood brother?” The ginger asked. Austin nodded.

“When he wakes up tomorrow, we’ll have to get him on his first kill.” Balz reminded them.

Whenever there was a newly “born” vampire, they woke up from their death-like trance with an insatiable thirst. The new vampires attack the first mortal being they encounter, needing the blood to help them survive. Most vampires that don’t feed within the first day they’re turned wither away.

“So we’ll celebrate the welcoming of a new vampire into the clan tomorrow!” Chris clapped Austin on the back. Aus shrugged, still staring at the man that was about his age.

“Balz, Ghost, you’ll need to go hunting later today. Say, in eight hours or just after sunset?” Chris turned to his other immortal brothers. They nodded.

“Alive?”

“Of course.” With that, everyone started to go their separate ways. Alex went to retrieve the workers from the basement to clean up the….mess.

“The first kill. Wow, we haven’t had one in a while.” Alan murmured. The ginger man carried the unconscious man to a secluded room.

The first kill was the important event for the new vampire. In this castle, the Vulcan clan always celebrated it by hosting the event in the main hall. To keep the newly born vampire from hunting out the feed subs, they would go and retrieve a mortal from a local village to bring here. They would set said human free…and let the rogue vampire go. It was like setting a hawk out in a chicken coop.

The human was unblended, the vampire released, and the blood flowed free as the rogue devoured. The others found it fun to watch because the humans always thought they could run and struggle and escape.

How wrong the humans would be.

With these thoughts in mind and the growing excitement for the first kill tomorrow morning, Austin went to go check on his girl that was still locked in his room.

Let the games begin!

Notes

Hello wolves! You thought that this big plot point would include a death, didn't you? Well, I'm here to ease your worry!

But guess what, this chapter wasn't the big part!

Next few chapters are!

I hope you liked this new update and I'll try post in a little bit!!

Comments

I really need this story to update I love it so much!

@VixenMotionless
Aw thank you very much! I hope you enjoy the next few chapters! :)

I can't wait to read the rest of this. I don't think a fanfic has ever captured my attention as much as this one has! :D

-Vixen Motionless

@Broken Dancer
You're welcome :)

@Chaos'sWolf
Yay that makes me super happy :) thank you!