Fan Fiction ❯ The Blood Spattered Prince ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

The Blood Spattered Prince

By Aden Silverflame

Proofed By Torrent Silverpelt

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Chapter 3

 

It was days before anyone noticed that there was no contact from the Elvin village. A group of Fae had journeyed there to see what the problem was. When they arrived they saw the carnage, partially covered with snow but still there, and an almost hypothermic werewolf rocking back and forth in a catatonic state with his arms wrapped around a revolver.

It became apparent that this young former noble was the cause of all the bloodshed and carnage. He was ordered to be taken to the palace of the fairies, where the war against the Templars was being decided, perhaps his mindless carnage could be harnessed into a potent weapon.

Terran was on the borderline of death and well in the realm of insanity when he was caged and brought to the palace of the fae, his revolver kept away from him and causing him to continue to reach for it. Every chance he had he tried to snatch it away from one of the guards.

“So this it the Bloody Wolf that's done so much harm?” a large half angel fox walked around the cage he was being held in.

“Yes your majesty... I believe he is Terran Ravenhair, son of Rothgar Ravenhair... one of the werewolf nobles we have been dealing with. He seems to be insane... too far-gone at this point for any healing.” a guard spoke to his king.

As the king and the guard spoke about what was to happen to young Terran, a small figure snuck into view, dainty and beautiful. Princess Victoria. It's true she was a little less sane then most but since the power rested within her alone to see the true future of all people and perhaps that was why at this moment she could look at the monster caked in blood, trying to gnaw out of the bars, and see a handsome young boy in desperate need of a hug and a bath.

It was the strangest of moments but as soon as Victoria was within view, Terran stopped reaching for his gun and reached instead for her, just for a moment his eyes softened and he looked almost normal again.

“Don't look at her like that you fool!” the weapon again spoke to him, “reach for me and kill her, kill everyone... bathe in their blood” Terran growled and started to reach for his weapon again. The princess ducked out of the way just in time, hiding in a side room out of sight as the guards brought Terran's cage in.

They quickly left and locked the door behind them, Trapping Victoria in the room with the mad wolf. Quickly he freed himself from his cage and ran for the locked box in a corner of the room, thumping against it to try and get his gun back again. The princess merely watched, she knew what was going to happen for the most part but stayed still.

Soon the wolf's brute strength was rewarded and he again clutched his gleaming silver friend in his grasp. “She's in here, kill her!” the gun spoke and Terran turned around to look deeply into her eyes, raising the gun and holding it to her. For the first time since she had seen him, she began to feel afraid. The weapon he held was far too powerful for him to control.

“I don't want to hurt you...” she said softly, trying to get his attention but the wolf didn't budge, his eyes fixed to her as he growled. Victoria froze and shivered as she saw the cylinder move and heard the hammer pull back, her eyes closed a little as a hollow metallic click echoed in the room. The gun hadn't fired. And for the first time in days... Terran heard no voices. The gun had been silenced for now.

For Terran it was like an eternity, his eyes going wide as he realized he now pointed a weapon at a girl some years younger than himself. The slight and almost forgotten flicker of remorse, pain, fear, and sickness rippled over his blood drenched mind. It was if he had been awoken from a nightmare, the past few days, the carnage, the death, it was finally sinking in just what he had done.

The Princess looked deeply into his soft golden eyes, her heart finally slowing as she watched his eyes begin to well up in tears, the weapon never lowering as the shock overtook his form, slowly returning him to human appearance. She could almost feel what he was going through at the moment. Then just when his lips quivered and he was about to speak, the door burst open and several palace guards rushed in to “rescue” their princess.

Just as they dashed towards the pair, and at the moment she was being pulled away from Terran, the wolf's fingers let the heavy revolver slip and fall to the floor. His eyes never leaving those of the little Princess as she was being carried off to safety. And he was being dragged to a more secure holding cell. The revolver being lifted by fae with heavy gloves. Returning the weapon to its own holding place.

Terran was thrown into the dark and inhospitable cell, the cell door locked solidly and then chained to the rest of the bars, they wanted to make dead certain that the young werewolf couldn't get anywhere near the Princess again.

The raven haired young man could only drag himself to a seating position in the place he had been thrown, looking at the walls and at the floor. Finally his gaze fell to his bloody and grimy form, he was once called handsome, but now he was far from that. The young boy simply pulled his tattered clothes in around him more and curled up with his knees to his chest.

There he sat deep in thought and languishing in the knowledge that he had become a monster. He was once the son of a noble poised to accept the mantle of leadership upon his father's passing. Now he was a criminal, a murderer. Slaughterer of so many innocents.

“Terran... Terran my boy...” the familiar voice of the revolver spoke in his mind. “It's time again... it's time to kill...”

“I can't...” the wolf managed to speak, his voice weak from lack of water and food. “I'm locked in this cell”

“Don't worry... there are wolves here to rescue you... they'll be in here any minute...” the gun spoke reassuringly to the boy.

“I don't... don't know if I can do it anymore... that girl... something about her just...” Terran shivered as he thought of the Princess again.

“Don't think about her, as soon as you kill again I'll make everything alright... just trust me...” Terran felt a familiar grin spread over his lips as he stood, the sounds of battle from outside the cell room growing ever louder. And very soon he saw a werewolf stride into view, clutching a set of keys, still dripping with the previous holder's blood.

Once the door was opened the older wolf bowed, “My lord... we are here to free you.”

Terran's eyes were once again starting to go red as he spoke to the soldier “excellent...” the weapon's voice was again taking it's hold over the young wolf and it was time to take this palace to the ground. Once he had his gun it would all be fine again.

With wolves on either side he charged down the hallways of the palace, following his senses to the location of his weapon, anything that got in his way was soon dispatched with ruthless efficiency. It wasn't long before the entourage reached the sealed room, and it was an even quicker time for the hinges to be torn free and the young wolf to dive for the room.

Within a sight greeted him that he was not prepared for. There in the room stood the princess, as if she had been waiting for him. His talons dripping with blood and his maw likewise, eyes still red from the rage and mindless hatred. His mind told him that she stood between him and his weapon, and she should die. His heart begged him not to kill her.

Terran pounced upon the Princess and the wolves beside him stopped dead, to them it looked as if he was about to go too far, it was a rescue not an assassination. They would all be hunted and killed for this without question.

The young wolf had the princess on her back, she was shivering and her eyes wide, she had no option as the growling beast pinned her down. She reached up with both dainty hands and carefully took his face in them. A hand on each cheek. This caused the half mad werewolf to pause for just a moment before her soft lips met his. The pair shared a kiss inked in blood and Terran could do nothing but freeze solid.

It was true that her father always told her to seize the moments in life that just seemed right. And to try everything at least once before you died. Or maybe it was some glimmer of knowledge to come that prompted the young girl to press her lips to those of the wolf atop her. But whatever the cause for the kiss. The affect on Terran was immediate. His mind was a blank, no voices, no need to kill; he could barely even remember his own name.

The wolves didn't know what at all to do. Their leader had just been struck down by a simple kiss