Post by silent.lullaby on Sept 15, 2010 19:41:19 GMT -5
Dusk .::Chapter 25::. Blood Lust
Wolfgang didn’t know what to do once inside the William’s home. He pulled out his cell phone and called Skyler, his father was an Elder and a Shaman of their Pack. He heard his voice shaking, “get everyone, someone attacked the William’s! Viv, Angel, Toby, and Michael they’re all out... I don’t know what to do!”
“Calm down,” Skyler’s voice was a life raft. He heard a muted voice, like Skyler had pulled the phone from his face to speak to someone else, “I’ve told dad, he’s on his way, and he’ll inform everyone too.”
“I don’t see Aries!”
“Concentrate!” Skyler yelled at him and Wolfgang bowed his head instinctively. “Check their bodies, are their hearts still there?”
Wolfgang wanted to hit himself in the head. Why hadn’t he thought of that? As long as their vampire heart was okay, they could heal anything. “Yes, yes!” Wolfgang replied, “it’s all head wounds.”
“Vampires can be rendered vulnerable that way. Someone obviously knew that.” Skyler said, “maybe it has something to do with the attack on the twins...”
“When is your dad going to get here?” Wolfgang asked, his body wanted to shift, fear did that. He fought it, he couldn’t do much here with no thumbs and no voice.
“Should be there soon,” Skyler responded. “Keep calm, go to the fridge, there must be some blood.”
Wolfgang stepped over Angelique’s body slowly, he froze and whimpered. Had he been in his wolf form his ears would have pinned back. Her eyes were wide open, fear still glimmered in them, her mouth open stuck mid-scream. He shuddered and it broke his stare. The fridge did contain blood, but there were far more empty bags on the floor, still he grabbed on that was still full and he opened it. “No one is waking up.”
“Did you feed it to them?”
“Oh... no...who first?”
“Michael,” Skyler responded, “he’ll have the most control and probably won’t kill you.”
“Thanks for that,” Wolfgang rolled his eyes.
“Just do it,” Skyler responded.
Skyler’s father came through the door and caught Wolfgang’s attention. “Good work,” Warren Breckenridge said to him before bending beside Vivian, his healing hands touching her head and stomach.
Michael then woke with a vengeance, arching back onto his hands and landing on his feet, springing off the ground and pinning Wolfgang against the wall by the throat. “Mr Williams?” He squeaked.
Other wolves with Warren growled, even in their human forms and it caught Michael’s attention. He shook his head and released Wolfgang, “my apologizes.”
“No prob.” Wolfgang tried to play it off like he hadn’t just been choked out and shoved into the drywall.
Vivian woke much more civilized. Her breath gasped and she assessed the situation quickly, her eyes moving quickly, and zeroing in on her injured children. “Oh Gods no!” Tears fell quickly and Warren assured her they’d be fine.
“Who did this to you?” Wolfgang asked when he was pretty certain his voice wouldn’t squeak with fear.
Michael shook his head sadly and sighed, “Aerabella did.”
***
It’s amazing what you can learn from files. Aerabella had taken the time to shift through the paperwork in her fathers office and memorized what she needed. Now she stood outside the pretty beach front home and twirled the crowbar from her brother’s tool set between her fingers like a cheerleader’s baton.
Vampires didn’t have security systems. Never locked their doors. Aerabella just opened the door and walked in. Vampires didn’t fear robbers or thugs. She felt the power within, no vampires didn’t need alarm systems.
“Cal? You’re home early.” The petite girl came out and froze.
“Too bad, Cal was the one I was here to see too.” With a smile Aerabella held the crowbar like a bat, and with the element of surprise, swung for all she was worth, with all her power, and the blood of the elder’s grandson. She’d gorged on blood. Blood of Calum, the blood bags he’d given, and then plenty of the ones at home. They tasted wrong though, tasted weak to her sensitised tastebuds. She licked her lips looking at the unconscious corpse. “What shall we do with you. I have to wait here till Calum comes home... and I can’t have you interrupting...” She bent and lifted the girl- two heartbeats, vampire. She sat the girl down on the couch and walked around to the back of it, the head wound was beginning to close already but she bit her neck and drank heavily. Better than the bags, but nothing compared to the elder’s grandson. So much power he had. She retracted her teeth, the woman was too weakened now to do anything, “at least Maverick taught me something.”
In the garage, she found rope, and used it to bind the girl to the Grecian inspired support beam.
She sat in a classy, high backed chair, legs over the arms that was directed towards the door. “And now... we wait.”
***
“Aerabella? Did this? To you?”
“Like I would fight my own daughter,” Michael scoffed, “with my age comes power... I might have accidentally hurt her, and she doesn’t need that in her state.”
“State?” Warren asked, after healing Angelique last. She’d snapped with her teeth, bloodlust was natural for the younger ones, both she and her brother were sucking back blood packs as the parents and wolves spoke.
“She spent sometime in the basement.” Warren understood, but it was obvious that Wolfgang didn’t. “Like jail for Vampires,” Michael explained. “It often leaves new and undesired personality deficiencies.”
“The most frequent?” Warren asked.
“Absolute fear of the elders, or of everything in general. Rage is another major one, ones that attack other vampires, or humans. There are ones that become addicted to blood afterwards, and ones that break away from their covenants and start wars.”
“Why use it if it has such negative repercussions?” Warren asked.
“Absolute fear of the elders is most common, and of the basement. Fear tactics seem to work. Once you watch someone you know before and come out of the basement, see their fear... it keeps people in line.”
“No other ways?” Warren asked seeming disgusted by the idea of the basement.
“How do you punish those who heal? Who feel minimal pain? Who at times, can feel all powerful. If we didn’t do this we’d ravage the world. The basement is sadly a necessary evil.” Michael sighed, and put his arm around his wife, who was trying to put up a strong front.
“So what is Aerabella doing?” Warren asked.
Vivian looked up to her husband when she felt a shudder run down his spine. “There are so many blood packs on the floor. She’s gorged. She alway kept her blood diet at minimal, she didn’t like taking the packs from humans who needed them. It looks now like she’s drank more between her knocking us out and you getting here than she usually would have in months.”
“And blood is strength,” Vivian whispered.
“A new addiction, perhaps rage toward the Basement Keeper and or the elders.”
“If she attacks the elders they will kill her,” Vivian’s voice cracked under the emotion.
Michael nodded, “we need to find her. Fast.”
Wolfgang didn’t know what to do once inside the William’s home. He pulled out his cell phone and called Skyler, his father was an Elder and a Shaman of their Pack. He heard his voice shaking, “get everyone, someone attacked the William’s! Viv, Angel, Toby, and Michael they’re all out... I don’t know what to do!”
“Calm down,” Skyler’s voice was a life raft. He heard a muted voice, like Skyler had pulled the phone from his face to speak to someone else, “I’ve told dad, he’s on his way, and he’ll inform everyone too.”
“I don’t see Aries!”
“Concentrate!” Skyler yelled at him and Wolfgang bowed his head instinctively. “Check their bodies, are their hearts still there?”
Wolfgang wanted to hit himself in the head. Why hadn’t he thought of that? As long as their vampire heart was okay, they could heal anything. “Yes, yes!” Wolfgang replied, “it’s all head wounds.”
“Vampires can be rendered vulnerable that way. Someone obviously knew that.” Skyler said, “maybe it has something to do with the attack on the twins...”
“When is your dad going to get here?” Wolfgang asked, his body wanted to shift, fear did that. He fought it, he couldn’t do much here with no thumbs and no voice.
“Should be there soon,” Skyler responded. “Keep calm, go to the fridge, there must be some blood.”
Wolfgang stepped over Angelique’s body slowly, he froze and whimpered. Had he been in his wolf form his ears would have pinned back. Her eyes were wide open, fear still glimmered in them, her mouth open stuck mid-scream. He shuddered and it broke his stare. The fridge did contain blood, but there were far more empty bags on the floor, still he grabbed on that was still full and he opened it. “No one is waking up.”
“Did you feed it to them?”
“Oh... no...who first?”
“Michael,” Skyler responded, “he’ll have the most control and probably won’t kill you.”
“Thanks for that,” Wolfgang rolled his eyes.
“Just do it,” Skyler responded.
Skyler’s father came through the door and caught Wolfgang’s attention. “Good work,” Warren Breckenridge said to him before bending beside Vivian, his healing hands touching her head and stomach.
Michael then woke with a vengeance, arching back onto his hands and landing on his feet, springing off the ground and pinning Wolfgang against the wall by the throat. “Mr Williams?” He squeaked.
Other wolves with Warren growled, even in their human forms and it caught Michael’s attention. He shook his head and released Wolfgang, “my apologizes.”
“No prob.” Wolfgang tried to play it off like he hadn’t just been choked out and shoved into the drywall.
Vivian woke much more civilized. Her breath gasped and she assessed the situation quickly, her eyes moving quickly, and zeroing in on her injured children. “Oh Gods no!” Tears fell quickly and Warren assured her they’d be fine.
“Who did this to you?” Wolfgang asked when he was pretty certain his voice wouldn’t squeak with fear.
Michael shook his head sadly and sighed, “Aerabella did.”
***
It’s amazing what you can learn from files. Aerabella had taken the time to shift through the paperwork in her fathers office and memorized what she needed. Now she stood outside the pretty beach front home and twirled the crowbar from her brother’s tool set between her fingers like a cheerleader’s baton.
Vampires didn’t have security systems. Never locked their doors. Aerabella just opened the door and walked in. Vampires didn’t fear robbers or thugs. She felt the power within, no vampires didn’t need alarm systems.
“Cal? You’re home early.” The petite girl came out and froze.
“Too bad, Cal was the one I was here to see too.” With a smile Aerabella held the crowbar like a bat, and with the element of surprise, swung for all she was worth, with all her power, and the blood of the elder’s grandson. She’d gorged on blood. Blood of Calum, the blood bags he’d given, and then plenty of the ones at home. They tasted wrong though, tasted weak to her sensitised tastebuds. She licked her lips looking at the unconscious corpse. “What shall we do with you. I have to wait here till Calum comes home... and I can’t have you interrupting...” She bent and lifted the girl- two heartbeats, vampire. She sat the girl down on the couch and walked around to the back of it, the head wound was beginning to close already but she bit her neck and drank heavily. Better than the bags, but nothing compared to the elder’s grandson. So much power he had. She retracted her teeth, the woman was too weakened now to do anything, “at least Maverick taught me something.”
In the garage, she found rope, and used it to bind the girl to the Grecian inspired support beam.
She sat in a classy, high backed chair, legs over the arms that was directed towards the door. “And now... we wait.”
***
“Aerabella? Did this? To you?”
“Like I would fight my own daughter,” Michael scoffed, “with my age comes power... I might have accidentally hurt her, and she doesn’t need that in her state.”
“State?” Warren asked, after healing Angelique last. She’d snapped with her teeth, bloodlust was natural for the younger ones, both she and her brother were sucking back blood packs as the parents and wolves spoke.
“She spent sometime in the basement.” Warren understood, but it was obvious that Wolfgang didn’t. “Like jail for Vampires,” Michael explained. “It often leaves new and undesired personality deficiencies.”
“The most frequent?” Warren asked.
“Absolute fear of the elders, or of everything in general. Rage is another major one, ones that attack other vampires, or humans. There are ones that become addicted to blood afterwards, and ones that break away from their covenants and start wars.”
“Why use it if it has such negative repercussions?” Warren asked.
“Absolute fear of the elders is most common, and of the basement. Fear tactics seem to work. Once you watch someone you know before and come out of the basement, see their fear... it keeps people in line.”
“No other ways?” Warren asked seeming disgusted by the idea of the basement.
“How do you punish those who heal? Who feel minimal pain? Who at times, can feel all powerful. If we didn’t do this we’d ravage the world. The basement is sadly a necessary evil.” Michael sighed, and put his arm around his wife, who was trying to put up a strong front.
“So what is Aerabella doing?” Warren asked.
Vivian looked up to her husband when she felt a shudder run down his spine. “There are so many blood packs on the floor. She’s gorged. She alway kept her blood diet at minimal, she didn’t like taking the packs from humans who needed them. It looks now like she’s drank more between her knocking us out and you getting here than she usually would have in months.”
“And blood is strength,” Vivian whispered.
“A new addiction, perhaps rage toward the Basement Keeper and or the elders.”
“If she attacks the elders they will kill her,” Vivian’s voice cracked under the emotion.
Michael nodded, “we need to find her. Fast.”