Chaos

Bland Impression

"Killing a Junior count is a huge offense", Tehran muttered in astonishment. I swiveled to face the tall vampire, expecting him to attack me for said 'offense'.

"I am not your opponent", he said to me, cutting a glare behind me to the shattered glass door. Valentine stood up in the garden, swaying with shards sticking out of her snow white skin.

Darren and Joanne bursted into the hallways, running to the kitchen. They took in the scene, their eyes blown wide open. Both of their hair was disheveled but i had no time to take in their appearance before Valentine charged at me. She managed to grab the back of my hair, slamming my face into the granite counter, which split and fell apart upon the impact.

I didn't allow the pain to register before I swung my arm around, head-locking her and ramming my knee relentlessly into her face and stomach. She bled all over the floor but I hadn't stopped there- I felt as though I couldn't.

Valentine tried tackling my stomach and I let her lift me off the ground. I used my weight and pushed my foot off the broken counter as leverage before I started swinging her around, Valentine lost her balance and crashed to the floor. she didn't have a fighting chance before I sunk my teeth into her throat.

She tasted quite bland actually- like chalk, her blood sanded my tongue and seemed to dry my mouth more so than quench my thirst.

I wouldn't drain her- no, I just wanted her to be weak.

When I let go, her body slumped to the ground. I let her blood drool off my lips, spitting it off to the side. I wouldn't dare drink this- would probably catch some disease. She stared back up at me in terror as I loomed over her prone form.

Tehran looked horrified, sick to the stomach. He stumbled back and ran into Darren. He wasn't scared of him, in fact, he looked to Darren for protection.

I didn't have time for this, I looked over at the brown wolf that had retched June's head back up. Or rather, whoever it'd been that Lucille had eaten. As the head and body morphed, unrecognizable in the least to anyone I knew. He was a fraud, but at what point: From the very beginning?

"Take your vampire and leave", I mumbled.
"I cannot", Tehran bravely spoke. "It's law that all vampires are attached to a coven of their birth place, your father's-"
"My place is with Lucille", I reiterated.
"A-as I can see, but it would mean severe repercussions for Valentine and I if we were unable to fulfill our duties as-"
"I don't really care", I finished. Tehran- if that was even his name- bowed his head in dejection.
Darren finally stepped in, "Someone help Valentine up and take her to the infirmary, Joanne go tend to Levi, Kai protect them both upstairs until i've got this sorted."

I turned to Lucille, she was sitting patiently outside, sniffing the ground Valentine had torn apart from my blow. She lifted her head and rested it upon my left shoulder when I got close enough. I had severe fourth degree burns from fighting Valentine, but they'd healed up, leaving blisters in their place, raw red patches of skin. I hadn't really paid attention to the burns, I suppose that was an ability of mine. I knelt to the torn lawn and forced myself to vomit the blood I had taken from Valentine- and ultimately the blood I had this morning.

I spit as I tried to recover and spoke to Lucille, "Lucille, go to your room and clean up."
I stroked her head slowly as I stood up, speaking softly into her ear. "We're leaving."

She hung her head sullenly, as she made her way into the shattered kitchen behind me. Lucille slowly trotted pass Darren and Joanne, into the hallways and up the stairs clumsily in her large form, eventually making it into her room. I followed behind her into the kitchen, where I stood amongst the carnage. Or half carnage, one vampire was dead, another was slowly dying.

"Chaos, will you take Valentine to the infirmary", Darren asked awkwardly. I found that Tehran had disappeared into the living room, making a call.

"You take her." I kicked Valentine toward Darren's feet before I made my way to the dismembered body. I took the head and the body, dragging both outside. I set it out into the sunlight where it shriveled up and dissolved in the UV. This was a regular vampire.

"U-um Chaos..." Tehran wandered up behind me, cautiously tilting his head to look over my shoulder.
"What?" I said, my throat parched from the fight earlier, now fully healed. I started back to the kitchen where 'June' and Valentine left their blood bags semi-filled. I took the bags and eagerly drunk out of them.
"You have to come back with us", Tehran continued, following behind me like a lost puppy.
"I don't have to go anywhere", I simply stated, chucking the empty bags back into the trash. That was enough, for now.
"Please, Valentine will be punished-"
"I really couldn't care less", I hissed.

"Yes, well I do-"
"Then you deal with it, liar", I interrupted.
"excuse me-"
"She's not your blood fated, is she, why do you even care", I kicked her in the side of the face as she laid on the ground. Her teeth cracked as she huffed for air. Tehran flinched at the sound but didn't move to help her- he was speechless as he stared at her struggle.
I took the opportunity to retreat to Lucille's room, where she was hunch over packed bags, clutching her red dress tightly.

"Chaos... I-I can't..." Her voice broke. I kneeled beside her and tucked her head into my chest, stroking her hair as she cried. This weakling will be the end of me. Lucille is a strong and capable she-wolf. I just couldn't understand her, but perhaps I was so detached to my humanity, that I would never understand. Lucille just killed a vampire and felt no remorse, but she finds hesitancy in leaving her kin...

"Lucille. You don't have to do anything you don't want to." I had decided then what it was I needed to do. "I will leave."