Chaos

Touches of Fear

I was on my way home, trudging through the trees calmly, satisfied when my feet met some particularly crunchy leaves to trample upon.

A little while back, I ran into some campers; Two men resided in the flimsy shelter, one outside and the other sleeping inside their red, dome-like tent. I devoured them and put out the flames of their fire as I left. I found with them a bunch of cameras and books on the supernatural, particularly ghosts. They were more than likely the proclaimed ghost hunters that humans were smitten with. Unfortunately for them, ghosts didn't exist in the supernatural world, not in this realm at least. If I hadn't killed them, I'd they'd be mauled by some Runaways since these parts were private property of the pack, thus closed off to outsiders.

There's a means of contacting the dead, but it was extremely difficult and didn't always work successfully. It was also blasphemy and treasonous to practice in such deadly arts.

I marked the trees with my sharp nails as I passed them, a jagged X to lead me home. I kicked down the thinnest trees with my leg and then broke them into small pieces with my arms, dragging them behind me in a blanket I stole from the camping group earlier. I was bringing back firewood to the house as I had forgotten to the past three days.
I was almost home and could see the light spewing out of the downstairs windows as I had left them.

Just as I was going to step into the clearing adjacent to the road and cross it, a single silhouette of someones head jutted into the light. I momentarily stopped, wary of this disturbance, especially so late at night. Maybe it's just a deer of some sort.

When more heads appeared, then did I spring into action. I dropped the blanket of logs, signaling my presence to the small crowd of dark clothed people.
They jerked their heads startled by my presence. All but one scattered. At least I knew they were real now and not the ghosts those humans were looking for earlier, I mused half-heartedly.

I sniffed the air once, then twice. These were vampires, but not curséd, just normal ones, purebred actually. It couldn't have been the Rose Family's doing then, since all they harbored was half-bloods.
The closer I got to the tallest silhouette- who was also the only one standing on the short steps up to the house- the more features I could distinguish: He had black hair. I could tell it was a man because of his broad chest, his slim hips and cold, glowing eyes; the same steel blue color as my own.

I was increasingly confused, these were all vampires, all minutely powerful but this one- this one was different. This strangely familiar, frigid presence, standing unfazed with the stillness of immortality. Like Ruby, this vampire was older than even me, perhaps a Major Count like her too. But why was such an esteemed character here.

'Your father agreed to come visit you, you should be honoured...' her words reminded me. This being was my father, I think.
He had a smell similar to my own and the stench of death clung to his gait. It was a fitting appearance for the supposed King of Vampires.

"Who are you", he asked with the gentleness of 40-course sandpaper.
"Who are you?" I demanded equally. I slyly slipped a dagger in my palm, hidden in the sleeve of my jacket and stepped closer. The supporting vampires shuffled aside, forming a pathway to the powerful lord. They didn't shuffle to protect him, but to stand out of the way.

This was Grand Duke Azrail without a doubt. What made me hesitate, was the amount of guards accompanying him; He usually didn't have any from what Valentine told me.

"Grand Duke Azrail..." he whispered with disinterest. He then wistfully added, "You are her."
Duke Azrail's eyes narrowed as he inspected my entire body. He was quite a terrifying being to be in the presence of, it was comparable to weathering the eye of a raging storm.

"Why are you here", I stopped six feet away from him, my gaze flitting between the vampires either side of me and listening to their frightful heart beats. I didn't expect anyone to find us out here, he must have pretty steady resources or even spy's amongst the Polar Moon Pack.

"I came to see you." he stepped down from the stairs with heavy feet, inching closer and closer to me, until he was only three feet away. As if I would believe he had pure intentions with his visit- I quickly blurted out:
"Stay back. Leave."

He stopped in his steps.
"You remind me so much of your mother..."

"I don't want you here, leave now." I insisted. I didn't want to start a fight here, especially when I knew nothing of his weaknesses. From what I could tell, there were none, and that made me extremely uncomfortable. Tense silence held us in this cold night air, and even the crickets abandoned the night scenery. This quiet was maddening.

"Chaos? That is your name, isn't it?" He asked, an unusual gentleness in his tone. He kept getting closer against my request, and for once in my life I felt unease and...
and, I don't know.
I remained silent.

He grabbed something from his black winter cloak- a handkerchief. He wrapped his thumb with the black cloth and he pressed it to my mouth, wiping away the camper's blood.

"Go away", I hissed. As far as I knew, he'd probably been the one to send me to Alpha-BET, I didn't need him here to try and bring me back or make me his heir. But of course, the threat was an empty one, one that he knew was useless. It angered and frustrated me to think there was someone I couldn't guaranteed victory with. I couldn't afford to die- not when I had Lucille to think about. Hopefully she was still safely sleeping upstairs. In my heart, I knew it was true but for my closure, I couldn't tell.

"Very well... I will come back, tomorrow night." He stepped back reluctantly, ensuring the smeared blood was no longer present on my lips. He stuffed the handkerchief back into his pocket and passed me with his posse in tow. I didn't wait for him to leave before I rushed back into the house to find Lucille.

Thankfully, she was unharmed and asleep. But i hoped he would never return to this place again, something told me I wouldn't be able to hide or run from him.