The Vampire's Last Omega

Omega's Choice: Part 1

The ground slightly shook, vibrating the car. This didn't feel like the previous earthquakes. It was constant, not getting weaker or stronger. The locust swarms buzzed near the tops of the skyscrapers, flying more sporadically than before. Their hordes blocked the sun and shadowed the city like an eclipse.

I'm scared!

Teru pulled on the handle to open the door. He wanted to get out!

BUMP.

It hit Kieran's backside, hard enough that it would have knocked over a human. Kieran, being a vampire, merely flinched and pulled on Teru's arm to bring him close. He rubbed his face into Kieran's side, not caring about the sweat, blood, and gunpowder staining the tattered hospital pajamas. The mint pheromones erased the foul smells, almost fooling Teru into believing Kieran had just taken a shower instead of being doused in who-knows-what fluids and gunk.

In this place, he felt the safest. The world was literally burning, but he knew he was okay as long as his alpha was here to protect him. Kieran sensed his sentiments and hugged him tighter. Teru was thankful for the support since he was still sluggish from almost slipping into a life-threatening drop.

"Let go, Lilith," Abaddon seethed, knowing it was his wife by the impressive wedding ring on her finger, reddened with dark blood.

Teru shuddered at his tone. He was glad he was not the one being talked to with that venomous voice, as if Kieran would allow it, anyway. Turning his head slightly so one eye peeked over Kieran's shirt, he saw that Abaddon's skin color was a pasty gray as his blood pooled to his feet below.

What is she doing?! They're married!

The queen was more striking than usual. Sure, her long, conservative white dress flowed effortlessly over her slim frame, and her chestnut hair curled around her shoulders.

But it was more than just her looks.

Lilith's brown eyes lacked that mysterious aura, a vibe that had made you wonder what in the world she could've been thinking. Teru didn't know what to make of her when they met before. Was she a good person? Or have malicious intent? He had been puzzled by her actions back then, unsure of where she stood.

Now, they gleamed with resolution. She was a completely different person, someone Teru would physically try to stay clear of. Her icy gaze narrowed at the back of her husband's head, finally showing personality. Lilith's stare was hostile; a woman who knew what she wanted and would get it no matter what, through any means possible.

Even if that meant ripping out her spouse's heart, for whatever, deranged reason.

"That look...," Kieran whispered. Teru didn't understand. What look? What did it mean? Why did Kieran feel so uneasy and borderline scared?

"Alright," she agreed. "I'll let go."

Her hand whipped back, pulling the heart with it. SQUELCH.

Kieran quickly covered Teru's one eye, leaving him only able to hear Abaddon gasping for air. The convulsing sounds made him glad he couldn't see.

When Kieran removed his hand, the king was crumpled on the ground. There was a fist-sized hole in his chest, where the frosted, brown grass could be seen through it. Teru watched the fatal wound, thinking it would close in seconds and Abaddon would make it rain chaos again, since the man was unstoppable.

But Teru was mistaken.

A vampire needed their heart. Except for silver, they could survive being buried alive, drowned, shot between the eyes, have every limb hacked off, recover from a nuclear bomb, etc., as long as they had it. Without one...