Other Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ On the run ❯ Startling encounters ( Chapter 7 )

It took me the whole of three seconds to snap my uncle's neck. I am proud to admit I felt no remorse for my now dead uncle as I watched his eyes dim, right before I took the knife I had strapped onto my thigh and cut his neck. Don't look at me like that, it was to prevent him from coming back to life, he is a vampire after all.

 

I looked up from the bloody mess below me to check to see if Kyle was alright. He was still on the floor propped up on his elbows, his breath was coming fast. He looked up at me, nodding his thanks.

 

Before I could nod back or even pick myself up off the floor, my dead uncles son threw himself at Kyle in a fury.

 

“Kyle! Vampire at 6 o'clock!” Was all I managed to yell out. I take time to warn him and what does the idiot do? HE TURNS THE WRONG WAY! HE IS SO STUPID!!!

 

Of course seeing him get slapped up side the head was a memory I tried to burn into my mind for later observation.

 

I was brought back to earth when I heard Kyle's head make a sickening sound as it collided with the hard Mahogany wood floor. His eyes fluttered closed for the briefest second and my heart stopped.

 

A feral sound ripped from my throat and I launched my self at my cousin from my position on the floor. I was at his throat in seconds, we flew back and connected with the floor from the force of my jump. All I could see in my mind, as I bashed my cousin's head into the ground, was Kyle's eyes flutter closed with a look of pain on his face.

 

I was torn from my cousin moments later, but the damage was done, he was dead. Blood, red sweet metallic blood seeped from below his body, spreading out to reach the soles of the Valtonies shoes. All and any fighting ceased as my father held by the neck, forcing me to look at the ones I had killed. All the blood that now stained my hands, my soul. I guess he was expecting remorse and a plea for death, but that wasn't quite what I had in mind.

 

He had me by the back of my t-shirt now and he swiveled me around to look at him and his band of loonies standing behind him. His cold steely eyes pierced into mine, narrowing when he saw my clear defiance. A low growl sounded from my throat when I saw from the corner of my eye the closest Valtonie taking a step towards Kyle. Said Valtonie immediately stopped and looked at me with a queer expression on his face. He then turned his head towards my father who had turned to look in the direction my growl of warning was directed.

 

My father nodded his head and the Valtonie henchman stepped back over to Kyle and grabbed him by his hair, pulling hard. Kyle whimpers and scream were driving me crazy as I watched them pull him up. The spot where he had lain unconscious on the floor had speckles of blood, his blood. The growl that had been emitting from my throat grew in intensity and I began thrashing against my father's strong grip. But I could not break through and the vampire haze that was slowly taking over my mind left me incapable of rational thought was doing me no help. I knew that I needed to cool down.

 

I stopped thrashing but the low growl still emitted from my throat.

 

Kyle couldn't stand on his own, his eyes fluttered open every couple of seconds but then they would close again screwing up in pain. I'm sure that he had more that just a concussion at that point. Sweat rolled of his brow and his lips were parted slightly, his breathing was labored.

 

“Well isn't this an interesting turn in events.” My head snapped back to my father, when he spoke his voice cut through my haze and left me wired. The growling finally stopped and I could vaguely feel the pain that I was sure to feel from my sore throat if I managed to live that long.

 

“My son,” He winched in disgust when he called me that, “has fallen in love with a skinny good for nothing whelp. The tainted one has fallen for a vampire-hunters offspring. I hate to break this to you but killing you would put you out of the misery you're sure to face in future months. After all those that are tainted don't live past their eighteenth birthday, if they some how manage to live that long. I think I'll let you live out these last few months, I'll let your experience the pain of heartbreak and blood lust.”

 

To say I was shocked would be an under statement, a very large understatement. I was so shocked that I couldn't stand upright and when my father released my shirt I fell to my knees. I just kneeled there in shock, my gaze blank and far away. I didn't even react when all but one Valtonie had exited, later I would remember it to be my very distant cousin Raff, before walking past me he kneeled down and stared me in the face with such a look of my hatred that it almost took me by surprise.

 

“Next time we meet, your mine. I'll kill you so slowly that even the dead will hear your screams of anguish. But before I kill you I'll kill all those that you love, right in front of your eyes, including him.” Raff jerked his head in Kyle's direction where he had been dumped on the floor, before rising off his knees and following the rest of the family out the door.

 

And with that they were gone, out the door leaving behind a silenced house and one of it's occupants unconscious.

 

Their departure was like a fleeting memory, but my fathers words rang through my head and for the life of me I could not stop my disbelieving thoughts from analyzing the accusation.

 

There was no way I could be in love, absolutely no way. I refuse to believe it, any of it. But as much as I would like to just toss the subject aside, it continued to toss and bounce around my head.