Bride of Blood:: First Kiss (29 page)

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“
Si
, I figured that you had a bad feeling about something when I came here and saw that the club was all locked up.
 
What do you think is going on?”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“I don’t know, but before this night is out we will find out.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
A knock on the front door made them both jump.
 
Virginia yelled, “We are closed tonight!
 
The show will be rescheduled later!”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“That’s too bad,” said a voice from behind them.
 
“We were looking forward to a show!”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The women both leapt up and stood in defensive positions.
 
Standing not five feet away from them were three vampires.
 
One of them had short black hair and very pale skin.
 
He wore a dark suit with a black turtle-neck shirt.
 
His face was very thin and had a sharp chin.
 
His eyes were hidden behind dark glasses, but the redness of them shone through.
 
This was Drago, the Usurper.
 
His very energy was both scary and evil.
 
On each side of him were two very tall and hulking vampires.
 
They wore the same style of dress, but were bald and had goatees.
 
Both of them wore gold chains with a dragon’s claw amulet, the symbol of The Order of the Dragon Acolytes.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“You are not welcome here!” said Virginia, defiantly.
 
She was petrified of Drago, but wouldn’t allow it to show.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“That’s too bad,” said Drago, looking at both his companions.
 
“And we were in the mood to be entertained by your and your whores.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“How dare you!” snapped Virginia, “I should kill you where you stand, you bastard!”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“Oh come on, now, Bleeder Lover!” he said with a laugh.
 
“Bleeder Lover” is a term that vampires have for other vampires who do not like to kill.
 
“You can’t even kill a mortal worth killing, much less another of your own kind!”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“You are a disgrace!” she said taking a step towards him.
 
“You are a demon, not a vampire!”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“Defiant to the end, aren’t we?” Drago said with a sneer.
 
In a split second he had her by the throat and pinned against a wooden pillar.
 
The other two grabbed Rena and held her.
 
Virginia gasped and tried to breath.
 
She could feel the blood being cut off from her brain.
 
If she didn’t do something, she would pass out and then Drago would undoubtedly tear her head off with his bare hands.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“It will give me great pleasure to kill the weakest and most pathetic of Bernadine’s pets,” he said as he removed his sunglasses.
 
His irises of his eyes were red as blood.
 
His breath smelled like rot and his coldness made Virginia’s skin crawl.
 
“You and your kind cannot win this war.
 
We will exterminate all of you and our own traitors.
 
Then I will rule the mortal world.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
She tried to speak, but she couldn’t.
 
Drago’s grip on her throat got tighter and tighter.
 
She fought to stay conscious, but felt herself continue to slip.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“It’s such a shame you won’t be here to see it.
 
I think you will be the first martyr for your weak Order.”
 
Drago laughed and grabbed the top of her head.
 
He dug his fingers in and started to twist.
 
In a matter of seconds she would be dead.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Then the grip was released.
 
She felt herself almost collapse, but was able to steady herself.
 
The next thing she saw was a streak of blonde hair and then a large crash.
 
“Anton,” she said quietly with a smile.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
In the commotion, the two vampires holding Rena released their grips on her.
 
She broke free and grabbed their heads in each hand.
 
With all her strength she crashed their heads together.
 
There was a loud, sick crunching sound and the two vampires fell lifelessly to the floor.
 
Not being fully aware of her strength, she had actually caved in both of their skulls.
 
They lay on the floor in a heap, heads bashed in with blood and brains spilled everywhere.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Meanwhile, Anton had picked up Drago from the tangle of broken chairs and tables.
 
He punched him as hard as he could in the chest, sending Drago across the room again, and this time he smashed into a wall.
 
Drago slid down the wall and fell to the floor, leaving a big hole in the shape of his body on that wall.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
With his eyes blazing yellow, Anton walked over to where Drago had fallen and lifted him up by his hair.
 
Drago made a weak attempt at punching, but Anton blocked it and head-butted him, smashing his nose and sending blood in all directions.
 
He rammed Drago’s head into his left knee twice and then landed an upper-cut across the chin.
 
Again, Drago was sent flying, but didn’t crash into anything except the concrete floor.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Anton walked over to Drago and grabbed him up by the throat.
 
He carried the vampire across the room and pinned him against the wall.
 
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t rip your fuckin’ head off right now!?” yelled Anton as he began to tighten his grip.
 
Remembering what he’d seen Drago just do to Virginia and then what he’d seen him do to Shannon, Anton was losing every bit of self-control.
 
He felt his grip become monstrously strong and knew in a matter of seconds he would decapitate his enemy.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Suddenly, a voice came into his head, pushing all his other thoughts away similar to a breaking news announcement interrupting a TV show.
 
It was Lady Bernadine’s voice saying, “No, Anton.
 
Not now, not this way.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“But if I kill him, this way it will be over.
 
No more senseless deaths,” the voice in his head argued.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“The cause of this war runs much deeper than just Drago.
 
Let him go.
 
This is not going to be your kill,” Lady Bernadine said again.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Anton began to relax and then let go.
 
Drago fell heavily and clutched his throat.
 
He was beginning to get back his color and he coughed violently.
 
He was still breathing hard when he looked up at Anton and said, “You will rue the day that you didn’t kill me off, Anton.
 
I promise that I will make you and all those you love suffer.”
 
He cackled and then turned into a cloud of dust and blew away.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“I didn’t mean to kill them, you know?” said Rena as she lifted the bodies of the two dead vampires and threw them into the dumpster behind the club.
 
“I just wanted them to let go of me, so I smacked their ugly heads together.
 
I didn’t know I was going to crush their skulls.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“It’s alright, dear,” said Virginia, putting an arm around her shoulder.
 
Anton picked up the broken table and chairs which he threw into the dumpster as well.
 
Rena still didn’t cheer up too much though.
 
She felt bad that she had killed her own kind.
 
She had no qualms about killing mortals that deserved to be killed, but killing another vampire?