Nicholas transformed, the hulking black werewolf towering over those who ran from him. Most only found themselves escaping into the waiting arms of one of the other two, now shifted, werewolves, or lone vampire.
Each menacing creature snapped up, fed on, then discarded, a fleeing Scot in seconds. The entire village, all of Dalmally being in attendance, was slaughtered beneath the beautiful, blue Scottish sky. The red blood of countless bodies covered and colored the purple heather around Kilchurn.
The great black beast, Nicholas, turned toward the chair, set up by Tsukiko, to see the red light of the video camera still glowing. Still recording. He, and the others, continued their destruction.
Down the dark, cold, stone corridor of Kilchurn, behind the heavy wooden door that kept hidden the castle’s ubliet, Annelise hung below the dried corpse of the teen girl. She slowly opened her eyes, only for a moment, as the screams of the Scots pierced her vampire ears.
Tears of blood, what little she had remaining, moved down her cold cheek, slowing and speeding up again, like a car encountering multiple speed bumps.
Chapter 9: Requiem
Standing nude among the mass of shredded dresses, kilts, and bodies, Nicholas surveyed his scene of destruction, the aftermath of the royal wedding. The village of Dalmally had, in essence, been wiped off the map.
“Tsukiko,” he said, “you can turn off the camera now.”
He heard a lone survivor’s labored breathing, only feet from him. The blood-soaked ground squished beneath him as he made his way to the dying Scotsman, reached down, and snapped his neck.
“This is just great,” said Serinda. “Did your ego get its fill today, Nicholas? I don’t know why I went along with this. All these people gone before we’ve even beaten Landon.”
“So?” remarked Nicholas.
“So, it’s gonna attract a lot of attention.”
“So?”
“You’re an attention slut, that’s what you are. I think all of this that we’re doing is about feeding your ego.” Serinda turned to Jamie. “I don’t think he knows what he’s doing.”
“Hey, I know exactly what I’m doing,” said Nicholas, pointing at Serinda. “You just need to stay out of my way, and do what I say. You think that just because you married Jamie, that you get to call the shots now?”
“I’m looking out for his best interest, and what’s going to get him to where he needs to be—in charge. I don’t see the point of what happened here today. I don’t see the point of a lot of things that you do.”
“I’m going to get him to where he needs to be, not you. And you don’t need to see the point, you only need to do.”
“Well,” said Serinda, looking at the field littered with bodies, “you’ve certainly made a mess of things now.”
“A mess, Serinda? You haven’t seen anything, yet. Tsukiko, I want you to upload the video on as many internet sites as you can think of.”
“What?” yelled Serinda.
“What?” asked Tsukiko, retrieving the electronic voyeur from the chair. “Upload it? I thought this was just for you to watch.”
“Just do as you’re told. Don’t be like her.” Nicholas nodded toward Serinda.
He watched Tsukiko walk away, video camera in hand, shaking her head.
“Now,” Nicholas began, turning toward Jamie and placing a hand on the teen’s shoulder, “if there are no more interruptions, you need to choose your successor.”
“Do what?” Jamie asked, nearly tripping over a severed leg.
“Choose your successor. You need to pick someone you trust to take your place should something happen to you on the field of battle. This person will acquire all your powers, the ones you will gain from Landon once you kill him.”
“You think I’m going to die?”
“No, of course not. We shall be victorious. Plus, I am here to protect you. But, when you kill Landon, because you are his child and of age, you will then become Consul, gaining
Each menacing creature snapped up, fed on, then discarded, a fleeing Scot in seconds. The entire village, all of Dalmally being in attendance, was slaughtered beneath the beautiful, blue Scottish sky. The red blood of countless bodies covered and colored the purple heather around Kilchurn.
The great black beast, Nicholas, turned toward the chair, set up by Tsukiko, to see the red light of the video camera still glowing. Still recording. He, and the others, continued their destruction.
Down the dark, cold, stone corridor of Kilchurn, behind the heavy wooden door that kept hidden the castle’s ubliet, Annelise hung below the dried corpse of the teen girl. She slowly opened her eyes, only for a moment, as the screams of the Scots pierced her vampire ears.
Tears of blood, what little she had remaining, moved down her cold cheek, slowing and speeding up again, like a car encountering multiple speed bumps.
Chapter 9: Requiem
Standing nude among the mass of shredded dresses, kilts, and bodies, Nicholas surveyed his scene of destruction, the aftermath of the royal wedding. The village of Dalmally had, in essence, been wiped off the map.
“Tsukiko,” he said, “you can turn off the camera now.”
He heard a lone survivor’s labored breathing, only feet from him. The blood-soaked ground squished beneath him as he made his way to the dying Scotsman, reached down, and snapped his neck.
“This is just great,” said Serinda. “Did your ego get its fill today, Nicholas? I don’t know why I went along with this. All these people gone before we’ve even beaten Landon.”
“So?” remarked Nicholas.
“So, it’s gonna attract a lot of attention.”
“So?”
“You’re an attention slut, that’s what you are. I think all of this that we’re doing is about feeding your ego.” Serinda turned to Jamie. “I don’t think he knows what he’s doing.”
“Hey, I know exactly what I’m doing,” said Nicholas, pointing at Serinda. “You just need to stay out of my way, and do what I say. You think that just because you married Jamie, that you get to call the shots now?”
“I’m looking out for his best interest, and what’s going to get him to where he needs to be—in charge. I don’t see the point of what happened here today. I don’t see the point of a lot of things that you do.”
“I’m going to get him to where he needs to be, not you. And you don’t need to see the point, you only need to do.”
“Well,” said Serinda, looking at the field littered with bodies, “you’ve certainly made a mess of things now.”
“A mess, Serinda? You haven’t seen anything, yet. Tsukiko, I want you to upload the video on as many internet sites as you can think of.”
“What?” yelled Serinda.
“What?” asked Tsukiko, retrieving the electronic voyeur from the chair. “Upload it? I thought this was just for you to watch.”
“Just do as you’re told. Don’t be like her.” Nicholas nodded toward Serinda.
He watched Tsukiko walk away, video camera in hand, shaking her head.
“Now,” Nicholas began, turning toward Jamie and placing a hand on the teen’s shoulder, “if there are no more interruptions, you need to choose your successor.”
“Do what?” Jamie asked, nearly tripping over a severed leg.
“Choose your successor. You need to pick someone you trust to take your place should something happen to you on the field of battle. This person will acquire all your powers, the ones you will gain from Landon once you kill him.”
“You think I’m going to die?”
“No, of course not. We shall be victorious. Plus, I am here to protect you. But, when you kill Landon, because you are his child and of age, you will then become Consul, gaining
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