The Alpha Vampire

It is said that if you follow a plan step by step that it should not fail, so why do we find ourselves facing an empty void of nothing? If this man is casting these spells in the order that it should be done, then there should be a rip in reality, a tear from which bright light should come. But instead, we are standing at the entrance of the crypt, where many of the elder Vampires have come to their final resting place. Perhaps he just finds himself to be slow, or he is having trouble in performing the spell as they do become more difficult the stronger they become.

So while we patiently wait for something that is best to not happen at all, I dial Damien to find out how things are at his end.

“My dear Damien, any sign of unrest with Dean and his pack?”

“Lucas, they do not seem to be here.”

“Like taken or just gone?”

“That I cannot tell you, but something does seem odd.”

This news does bother me somewhat, for Dean would not leave his home unless if by some chance that someone has taken him by force, which for such a strong wolf seems quite impossible, which leaves me with phoning Lilith, hoping for far better news as Damien.

“My dear Lilith, please tell me that Elloise is safe.”

“I am afraid, Lucas…”

“Please do not tell me that they too are gone?”

“I am afraid something eerily has happened here. They are not here at all. It almost seems as if they have just left.”

“Meet us back at home then, and please be safe.”

With that, we decide to abandon our own quest; let is hope that he shall not bring them here if he has, in fact, has taken them prisoner. It only takes for the leader to be taken, and the followers shall willingly come with. I do fear that this might have been what has happened here. The question begs, why, if indeed true, have they gone to such lengths?

So within the hour, we find ourselves back at home, and as we bring the car to a stop at the top of the driveway, Damien and Jacob walk up to us. Now Damien did say that something seems odd; he still carries that expression on his face as he calls me to the side.

“Lucas, I think there is more to this disappearance of Dean and his pack. Please tell me that Lilith has find Elloise.”

“I am afraid not; they too seem to have fallen off the radar. But this is not all that has you worried; there is something far greater than a wolf and a fairy being gone.”

“I have some suspicions that there be more to how the book found itself lost.”

“What are you saying?”

“I think that someone of our inner circle might have been involved.”

His mere accusation knocks me back; how can he even suggest such a thing. So I pull him aside to listens to the grounds of his statement, and even as I question him, he stands his ground firm.

“Damien, why should you think such a thing?”

“The book was taken far too easy; there should be no way that a mortal shall know of its existence unless he has heard this from the mouth of an immortal. And then to know where to find it is very odd.”

“So I am going to assume that you know who this immortal is?”

“I have my suspicion; I think that it is…”

Just then, before Damien can say another word, Lilith comes very much relieved through the door and up to us.

“Lucas, Damien, my god, I am glad to see you. Damien, please tell me that you have spoken to Dean? Elloise was not there; nobody was there; it seems as if she has just disappeared.”

“I am afraid that we have not found Dean either. But where is Victor?”From NôvelDrama.Org.

“He is outside speaking to the Council and elders to make sure that they brought all the Vampires to the place he has set up for their safety.”

But this immediately infuriates me; my instructions were clear; each Vampire should have remained locked down at his own home. I did not wish to have them all in one place; I did not wish for them to become an easy target. Victor has clearly disobeyed my order; he has possibly lead them all to their death. I do hope for his sake that he has a very good reason for going against my will.

And with this in mind, I see him coming through the door, but something strikes me as odd. There sure is a whole lot of odd going around and something makes me wonder. So to not alarm any of our group, I pull Victor aside into the common room while the rest remain in the kitchen. He can see the rage in my eyes, and even though he knows that he should not defy me, he is not showing much remorse for doing so. I have found Victor to be a very strong-willed man; he would not have done this if he did not have a valid reason. But yet, he should have discussed this with me.

“Victor, why have you gone against my order to request each Vampire to remain at home?”

“Lucas, you are aware that they have a mind of their own and will not hesitate to disobey you if they feel the need to go feed. I thought it to be better to have them all in one place where you can control them.”

“Fair, I did not think of that matter. Well, thank you for taking it upon yourself to consider the safety of our brothers and sisters. Now, we need to establish what has happened to Dean and Elloise.”

Then I hear the horrific screams of Cassidy, then shortly that of Lilith, a loud roar from Jacob, and a scuffle from Damien. Something is amiss, but before I can even make an attempt to run to their call, there is a group of four men approaching Victor and me.

Their presence is ominous, their attention clear. They are here to take us and take us by force. And by what force? By the dagger that yields the hand of one of these mortals, by its deep blue, purple shine, it is very clear that these are indeed part of the seven horsemen, and the very dagger is the Darkmoon blade, a blade forged to kill even the strongest of mythical creatures. If you can master the power of such a blade, then you can harness all the power that it does possess. But this still does not explain why Dean and Elloise are missing, for their power is meant to power the blade.

So as we, or should I say me, I reluctantly give up and surrender into their captivity, for I do believe that it shall be shortlived and that I shall soon find a way for us all to break free. And, well, I have two Ancients with me which shall not give up that easily to surrender or bend to the orders that are given by any mortal.

It is much to our horror that they chain us up in pure silver and then take us one by one to a big black van out the back door. They knew we were coming back home; they were just waiting for us. I am really starting to consider Damien’s suspicions that it is one of our inner circle that is behind all of this. The question then is, is it one of the ones that are present here?

I am left to wonder this as we drive down the dead quiet street of the city. As I look out the window at the back of the van, I see the roads are covered with pools of blood. There are the bodies of humans, scattered between them in some places; there are the creatures of the night that came to their sudden death. Here and there lay parts of the body of the undead. It is absolute chaos; it will take the biggest spell of them all to undo what has happened to the mortals in what was once a beautiful city where a human did not know that the supernatural world existed.

Now, if this spell will be cast, it all depends on what happens to us today. I do wish that by some miracle that Dean and Elloise will come to our rescue. It seems that battles are not the only that that has become a custom in the Lecarde House, but we do seem to have to come to someone’s rescue. In fact, I can say that all the residents of our home have required rescuing at some point in time over the past few weeks.

With rescuing in mind, we have come to our destination, and if I say that I am not surprised, then it would be a lie. But let me just keep my suspicions aside, for once we have stepped through, I might know what has just happened.

So we are kind of roughly pulled out from the truck into the chill of the night, this even though the skies are still aflame. Next, we are taken through the big gates, then into the passageways, and as we go into the open field, there is nothing but bright light that awaits us. But that is not the only thing that awaits us.

In clear horrific horror, I can only but utter under a trembling voice.

“Good god! What have they done?”

Here amongst us is Elloise and all her followers, then in the far off distance, there is Dean and his pack. But what is the most frightening of them all, every single one of my brothers and sisters is among them.

Damien then turns to me, I can see the same fear that was there before, but only this time he has come to his resolve.

“I knew it, just as I suspected it.”

But I am not even given a chance for him to explain his remark, for we are taken further into the stadium to the booth where one would normally commentate from. This does seem to look like the scene set for one big show; it seems that one certain body is trying to take a shortcut. Well, what I have learned if you want to take magic and work it in your own way, you shall only get burnt.

So as we are being led through the field, we pass the worried face of Dean and Elloise and not even to mention so many of our kind. They are looking up to me to save them from whatever it is that is about to happen.

And when we finally reach the booth, we are taken inside where the very one and only man are awaiting us, but this is not my biggest surprise, for the insider is finally revealed as they unchain him.

“You! I would never have guessed, of all the people in this world, you are the one I least have suspected this. Why have you done this?”

But he is not given time to answer; I watch as he takes his side next to which I guess shall now be his Master. Then the man of the hour finally raises his voice.

“I have never liked you, Lucas Lecarde.”

“Believe me, my dear friend, the feeling is mutual. But I do believe that you have abused your power to get the immortals to do your bid.”

“Offer a man power, and he shall do anything for you. But even though I love to chat, it is time for the next show.”

I listen in horror as he starts to recite the ancient words of a spell I know that is not in the Seven Spells. This man is clearly trying to take a shortcut, though now is not the time for me to worry about how stupid he truly is.

The voices of the fairies screech over the howls of the wolves. The Vampires start to scatter around as I watch in horror as the ground beneath them begins to open. The Deathtrap, a spell that consumes the earth and everything above it, the process has started and will not stop until all in the stadium has been sucked in. This will go wrong; this spell will not work, and it will turn into a horrific end.