Chaos

Brutal Harmony

I followed my nose along the trail of blood. I was constantly taking deep breathes of this dung-like smell.

We didn't come across anymore curséd; I assumed they were aware of our presence at this point, huddled beneath their dingy cave or sharpening their teeth for an ambush. No such ambush came when we arrived, so I assumed they were huddled in their caves, cowering.

"Chaos, I think my cycle will start soon", Lucille suddenly spoke.
"Yes, well, that's normal, isn't it?"
"Yes, but..."
"But?"
"I don't think you've ever had yours yet", she spoke slowly. Ah yes, that conversation. I looked around to be sure we didn't have company.

"Vampires only mate in the Dansul Lunii, it's like mating season but only during the week of the blue moon and for vampires only. I only get my cycle in the beginning of December this year." It was quite an unpleasant feeling actually, it was quite endearing to be around me during that insufferable week. So essentially, I was infertile until December; Lucille and I cannot reproduce anyways.

"We're getting close", I resumed, trudging through even thicker, fallen leaves. Some were in neat piles, figuring that they were kill stashes hiding beneath. While we would come back later to uncover the graves, we hadn't the time to explore right now. As these piles became more frequent in distance, I knew we were getting closer to the center of the web.

In the distance their shed, an abandoned wooden home with decrepit, rotten walls crumbling to the ground and ivy crawling along the them, piercing every crevice with their vines. I crinkled my nose as the smell hit me: Rotting corpses and curséd, one or the other was unappetizing. They'd been treated with Zombie Ivy, which is what probably grew around the house. There was a big hole in the roof, feebly concealed with a elegant blanket that seemed put out of place for the rundown home; It was likely a prime location for wandering squatters. If I remember correctly, there shouldn't be a city nearby so I can't imagine squatters would wander so far. Without a doubt, they had to have been homeless or druggies, since missing persons reports are minuscule in representing the massacre here.

I could hear brief ruffling from inside so I cautiously turned to Lucille and rested my hands on her shoulders.
"I need you to let me deal with this, find the other bodies, call your Alpha and dig them up-"

"No way! I want to fight too!" Lucille argued in a low threatening tone, her eyes challenging me to disagree.

"I need to distract them whilst you find the bodies, there may be some still guarding their hunt spots, I can't afford having an ambush at my back", I said firmly. With that, I turned her around and gently pushed her forward. Lucille gave me one final look of goodbye before her clothes were torn off her furry bodice. She was as grand as I remember her...

Victoria.
I immediately cringed having thought of her again, luckily though, Lucille hadn't caught that thought. I would have to be more careful since our bond was strengthening.

It was for a moment, the brown fur that glistened in the sunlight resembled blonde strands, shadowed by black locks, much like Victoria's hair.

Once she'd gotten a little ways, I lifted my wrist to my mouth and bit into the soft, cold flesh. I tasted rather bitter yet my blood dribbled from the wound like warmed condensed milk. I licked my lips clear and they seem dry upon contact with my tongue.

I heard muffled sharp hissing from inside the cabin so I looked down toward the ground and picked up the two guns lying amongst Lucille's shredded clothing. I turned around just in time to duck beneath a hurling vampire, who's eyes were glossed with bloodlust and mouth held in a permanent snarl. This was the one we tracked, I noticed the dagger was still in his calve.

With one more following close behind him, I made a low sweep along the ground, leaning back with my hand beneath me as I knocked her feet out from beneath her. She fell and I reached back to the fallen male, tearing the dagger from his calve. An inhuman screech erupted from the male creature just as I turned and lodged that dagger into the female's head. Her skull concaved, quite worn away with rot.

I used the gun to silence the male ushering to his feet behind me, he screamed and fell silent, slumping lifelessly to the ground. Even though they were cursed, the rotting they exhibited was unusual and excessive. I imagine they've been here for awhile, sitting in decay .

With that being done, more enraged curséd emerged from the depths of the cabin. I put the guns away, they were quite useless against vampires when they weren't incapacitated.

I raised my bloodied wrist to my mouth once more and licked the congealed serum away slowly, enticing them further. My saliva closed the wound, I was sure they were all in the open now. Moreover, this was quite a lot to keep secret, approximately thirty-curséd-too-much.

They rushed at me all at once- if I hadn't a clue what I was doing, i'd probably be dead.

The closest one came at me, I spat my blood at its face, some seemed more enamored by the exposure of blood on their friends face to care about me, and went about tearing his face off. My left and right flank were still charging; I took the male from the right by the arm, pulling him abruptly forward making him lose footing. With that, I swung my left leg behind me to catch the a woman approaching from my left, who flew back into her crowd, knocking them over. That was more than enough time, given my speed, to decimate the dozen on my right.

I could handle using a hostage-shield from the right flank while I deal with the left and center flank.

However, with each swing and punch, every kick and flip through the crowd of prey turned into ecstatic fearlessness, a whirl of energy that, I myself, couldn't prevent. There was blood, many bits and pieces of limbs flying across the air, coupled with their owner's blood-curdling screams. It was underwhelming- too little. Chaos needed more, wanted more. I needed this sick fantasy to continue- as terrible as they tasted and smelled and felt, chaos wanted more.

But-
The symphony was over, and though I didn't have to, I kept one alive. I kept a small boy alive. Maybe he was small to me because he was only around 5'2", a skinny boy, with blonde hair and brown eyes. He reminded me of the fairy I once knew, the lab fairy.

I was going to torture him, as I had the other children that bravely took chunks from me whilst I was fighting their adult counterparts. He stood amongst them like a leader, so I figured, now that I had regained some sense- that I should interrogate him about the origins of this spectacle. I swaggered up to him and he didn't move, even as I clutched the neckline of his torn shirt and forced him to kneel before me. I jerked my tight fist behind me, poised to knock him out when a sudden voice broke out amongst the serene tweeting around us.

"CHAOS STOP." My fist had made swift, unrelenting contact with his face and the cretin was out cold.