Fan Fiction ❯ The Blood Spattered Prince ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

The Blood Spattered Prince

By Aden Silverflame

Proofed By Torrent Silverpelt

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Chapter 1

 

Terran's eyes were awash with tears as he watched the cold barrel of the pale intruder's revolver was placed to his mother's temple. The female werewolf's eyes filled with tears and locked to those of her son's.

“I'm sorry bab-“, her last words were cut short as a crack of thunder resounded in the dark room and the female werewolf slumped to the wooden floor. Her death was beyond dispute as was the death of Terran's father a moment earlier. Neither wolf could have seen the attack coming but the vampires had every moment planned.

All Terran could do was stare at the lifeless bodies of his parents and cry, his 15 year old body shaking and trembling as he tried to come to grips over all that had happened.

“Wolf scum... You have 2 choices ahead of you... consider them carefully...” the vampire held the pistol to Terran's forehead and spoke in cold tones, the scent of blood causing his fangs to slowly slide from the corners of his mouth. “Either you will submit to vampire rule... or you will be expunged.”

The young werewolf shivered and looked up at the creature before him, his vision blurring red as a new emotion welled up within him, it wasn't anger... it was something darker. “I... I.... take the third option..... I'm going to kill all of you one by one!” the fur on his neck was on end as the spatters of his parent's blood still rested fresh upon his cheeks. His eyes long since devoid of tears.

The vampire sneered and pulled the trigger. In an instant something happened that should not have been. There was a loud metallic click as the weapon failed to fire. Seizing his only opportunity, Terran lunged upwards and grabbed for the vampire's wrist, with a sickening crunch he snapped the limb like a dry tree-branch.

The scream of surprise from their leader caused the other undead to turn to see what had transpired. A young and thin black furred wolf had plunged the barrel of the revolver, still caked with werewolf blood, down the vampire's throat and pulled the trigger over and over, until there was no doubt in anyone's mind that the leader was no more.

The others stood stunned as the lanky youth stood up again; turning deep gold eyes to them, eyes so filled with hate and rage it caused the centuries old warriors to cringe. A floodgate of darkness had been opened and nothing short of divine intervention was going to stop it.

The second in command swung quick as he could, bringing his shotgun to bear on the Wolf before him but it was far too late. By the time he had a shell chambered, his chest was nothing more than a smoldering crater of blood, ashes and splintered bone. The scent of sulfur thick in the air as red smoke curled from the pistol's barrel.

Vampire after vampire charged in, and each fell one by one. The young wolf didn't even have to move as his pistol always found its target, its barrel soon glowing red from the heat of repeated shots. The gun revealing it's hidden secrets. Never needing to be loaded it proved just the right weapon for Terran's rampage. Finally the ash began to settle and the vampires around were for the most part no more. Parts of bodies still smoldered angrily about the home.

As he began to walk towards the door he could hear a sickly coughing coming from a dark corner of the room. With gun in hand he approached the pathetic sight on the floor. A vampire, cut in half from a well placed round was struggling to draw himself away from the advancing werewolf.

Terran was swift in exacting his final moment of vengeance. He lunged in and sunk fangs into the creature's throat, twisting and yanking hard as he tore it's neck to shreds, watching it squirm and die slowly as it's body turned to ashes, spitting the mouthful he had taken out onto the drenched floor.

And with that last act the wolf left his home for the last time. Turning his back on the place of his birth as he embarked on a far more bloodthirsty calling. Terran Ravenhair was going to find every last Vampire and kill them. Kill them as coldly as his parents had been killed

Terran stumbled through the woods; all the while a voice in the back of his head praised him for his treatment of the hated vampires. He had received his baptism of blood and taken the first step down a dark path indeed. He was half dazed and barely clothed but he didn't care, the cold winter night was keeping him from passing out, and as long as he had his weapon, everything would be alright.

He glanced down at the gleaming silver gun in his hand, turning it over a little and letting a twisted smile crept over his lips as he imagined how many vampires he could slaughter with his pistol. How many times he could shoot one before it crumbled to ashes.

His thoughts of death were interrupted by a few stern words from someone just out of sight. “State your name and business near this Elfhame, Werewolf.”

The same dark grin overtook his lips as the Elvin warriors came into view, wearing military fatigues and carrying compound bows. The little voice perked up more as well “go on... kill them... then follow their tracks and slaughter their village...”

“I think I will...” Terran spoke out loud as he readied his handgun for the attack.

“He's Rothgar's son... use sleeping arrows... we need to take him alive...” one of the elves spoke what would happen to be his last words. With reflexes like a professional, Terran's arm drew up and a shot rang out. The elf's head was soon removed cleanly from his shoulders.

There was a moment of panic before a hail of sleeping arrows flew at the wolf. Even his newfound skill with the arts of death was no match for Elvin bowman ship and the young wolf was sent into slumber.