Fan Fiction ❯ The Blood Spattered Prince ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

The Blood Spattered Prince

By Aden Silverflame

Proofed By Torrent Silverpelt

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Chapter 2

 

It was a full day before the werewolf awoke again. His heart hammering in his chest as the voice spoke loudly in his mind again “find me, find me, find me...” it chanted over and over. Terran covered his ears in an effort to deaden the noise he perceived but found it to be no use. The voice called to him louder and louder until he finally rose from the bed he had been laid in. The room was small and smelled old, like it hadn't been used in ages.

He needed to get out, the voice was pleading with him to find it. He didn't know what he was looking for hit he knew that whatever it was he had to have it, and he had to have it now. As luck would have it, the door opened and 2 guards stepped in, accompanied by who looked like a doctor. Terran wasted no time and let out a primal growl, the 3 elves were taken by surprise and had no time to react as the doctor was knocked flat onto her back; her throat was soon in Terran's jaws.

With a strangled scream and a gurgle it was all over, blood coated his maw again and ran down his needy throat, one guard stumbled into the hall as the other reached for his weapon, but it was too late for them both. With more screams of pain and agony they were silenced for all eternity. The blood causing Terran's eyes to burn crimson, the red rage taking full hold despite the fact that the full moon wasn't due for another few weeks.

The voice was praising the wolf now and Terran liked how it felt. Soothing but oh so dark. Speaking to him in an almost fatherly tone. “Good work my boy, now find me,” it said. “Find me so we can kill every last one of these point eared little freaks.” Terran nodded and bounded down the halls on all fours, following the voice as it guided him, telling him where to turn and when to kill.

By the time he reached his destination, the village was on full alert. Guards were everywhere but all were unprepared for the ferociousness and the total disregard for life that this beast possessed. Terran didn't care for he knew that what he desired was behind this door and he was going to have it again.

He plowed into the door and snapped it off its hinges, scrambling on the floor and looking around the room, soon spying his gun on a table. Like a kitten with a ball of yarn, he pounced upon his weapon, nuzzling and cradling it joyfully before the guards once again interrupted him.

The werewolf's eyes once again went cold and he began the slaughter. Anyone and anything that got in his way was killed outright, no second thoughts and no remorse; everything was his enemy now because the gun told him it was that way. With each kill he felt better and better as his gun praised him, told him what a good boy he was.

But then he stopped, before him stood an Elvin child, younger than he by far, she was carrying a doll and looked scared beyond belief. “Ahh... young blood... do it my boy... kill her... drink her blood” the gun commanded. But Terran stopped, the girl before him was so young. He could see himself in her eyes. “What are you waiting for,” the pistol spoke again to him “she's just a little girl, do it... Do It!”