The Guardian (7 page)

As soon as Bernandas gave the sign John
followed Vixen through the course at an even faster pace than the
time before. He could hear her growling as she was running. He was
side to side with her at times and could see that her eyes had
changed to an animal type of yellow. Realizing that she was
channeling whatever was inside of her. A log came swinging down and
she jumped up onto it not missing a beat running across it and
jumping of the other end, John had chosen to ukemi under it,
rolling back onto his feet not missing a beat either. She
demonstrated on the first target that he should hit it while on the
run. John nailed the next three, but feel short on the fourth. Out
of the sides came another log swinging from ropes and this time
both of them leaped up onto it and executed a perfect dismount from
the trap. Vixen yelled back, Not bad!” John took it in stride and
kept running. Realizing, he did not have long until his life would
be in real danger. Suddenly, he heard a cracking and some large
object came from behind and he grabbed Vixen up trying to shield
her and as the impact hit him his eyes changed to a yellow then
green as he growled a horrific growls as he spun around breaking
the log with his fore arm. Vixen crumpled onto the grown covering
her head with her hands looked up at him staying on her knees
pushing her hair aside. “What was that? How did you do that?” John
took a breath and said, “ I just reacted.” He reached out to help
her get up, she took his hand and looked at him in a new manner.
She was impressed and slightly afraid of him. The dusted themselves
off and started back on the path. Running and dodging traps,
jumping over boulders and making far better time than before. When
they hit the bottom of the course Vixen changed into her wolf form
and motioned for Galechka to follow her as the guys looked confused
at this situation. After they got away from everyone’s hearing
distance Vixen changed back and said,” What is he?” “What do you
mean?” His eyes changed like a wolf and then like some green
monster type of eyes as he shielded us from a log trap that even I
missed. After the log hit him his eyes went greener and he spun
around and smashed the log with his fore arm.” Galechka backed up
and crouched down taking this in was a bit much. She did not know
what to think of this. She had not expected him to start going
through such drastic changes and what was her really plagued her
thoughts. “Listen Vixen, we have no clue what he can do. Adela told
me each one that has been born had different attributes and powers,
but it seems from what you told me, even when he is changing he has
full control.” Vixen shaking her head and biting her nails,” I
fucked up, he could have gotten killed.” “But he didn’t. However we
must be careful not to take too many risks with him before knowing
his abilities for sure.”

When the two girls got back to the camp, the
male wolves were already training with John. It was clear he had
training from a young age. He was faring well against all comers
and had no signs of using any powers. Bernandas gave a sign for
Galechka to come to him, “Look at your boy, not using any ability
and doing well. I think I am going to tell the boys to start
turning up the heat on him,” Bernandas howled telling them to start
using their wolf strength against John. He was not doing so well
has they started increasing the power they used. Bernandas looked
at Galechka and said,” Let’s see how connected he is to you.” He
winked at Galechka and grabbed her arm applying pressure, ”Ouch
your hurting me,” Galechka complained. “Trust me youngster and
watch.” John straightened up after being knocked down and turned to
Galechka, she motioned for him to get back into the fight that she
was fine. His eyes were an insane green that seemed to glow. He
could feel his whole body surging, his hands were straining with
electricity and heat. It felt as if his bones were burning. He was
tossing around the boys like rag dolls. It was no longer a contest.
One of them growled and howled and started to transform into his
werewolf form and John just smiled and said,”Alright you ugly
bastard let’s dance.” The werewolf and John were slamming each
other into the surrounding trees and beating on each other. John
hit Ivan with a brazen right hook, even in his werewolf form it
knocked him off his feet and he flew back slamming and sliding
across the ground. Ivan got up leaving out an atrocious growl
followed by a haunting howl and started to charge towards John only
to find himself grabbed from behind and throne clear back into the
woods by Bernandas. When the Ivan charged back out of the woods
Bernandas screamed,” Enough! Hit the showers!” Ivan growled and
headed back towards camp. “Better to wait boy; we are not sure what
you can handle without dying yet,” Bernandas stated as he cracked
his knuckles, “Galechka, take your monster back with you and get
him cleaned up and feed him” Galechka was getting sick of people
talking to her in such a manner. She reached her hand out for him
and led the way.

As John was taking a shower Galechka was
cooking for him and feeding herself from the bags of synthetic
blood that she always fed on. She would only feed on this and not
human blood, it just bothered her too much. She was a vegetarian as
a human and seemed to follow that into her new life as a vampire.
When John was toweling off he took notice in the mirror barely
recognizing his own body. His frame was still the same but he had
ripped up and gained a lot of mass. How in just a few day?

“
John, how long have you been a
vegetarian?”

He answered back, “Strangely enough, right
after I took too many pills and started to have visions of you.
Why?”

“
Because you eat just the way I used
to as a human.”

“
Really?” He asked.

She took a moment and replied, “I guess our
bond does go deep, doesn’t it?”

John just looked at her as he came out of
the bathroom and agreed with her. “So I guess being a vampire
messed up that for you.”

She smiled and tossed him a bag of her
blood,” I only eat lab-made not human. I would if needed from a
bag, but not from a human. I have a problem with killing them.” He
walked over to his vampire princess and embraced her, taking in
every moment and feeling at peace with her; this kind of peace he
had never known. With his eyes closed he thanked God for bringing
her into his life. He treasured her and believed he could never
live without her.

Back in Adela’s room, a large room typical
for a queen in a castle, stone walls, a ceiling that seemed to be
miles high, large fireplace on one wall, old wooden floors that had
very rustic looking rugs placed through-out the room and of course
a huge canapé bed full of pillows of all sizes. She and Vitaliy
each sat in one of the two chairs placed in front of the fireplace
with a round coffee table that was made of beautiful mahogany wood,
having beautiful inlays of birds all around the sides of it. They
were talking about all of the dilemmas that were pressing their
coven at the moment. Vitaliy had just been out on a diplomatic trip
seeing how their relations were with all of the other covens and
Vitaliy had more than just a few concerns for them. They were
careful to only speak in the older languages to keep the youngsters
from knowing of what they spoke. Being that Vitaliy has been with
Adela since before she had her guardian killed, she trusted him
more than anything on Earth. It was clear to see they were both of
some sort of older higher class society. Vitaliy had and her were
sipping tea to be nostalgic of the times before. Vitaliy was
expressing his troubling worries that someone from within their
coven was feeding Intel to Darvon’s coven. Vitaliy’s gift of
extreme speed and bionic like hearing, gave him an unusual
advantage of eavesdropping. He was explaining to her how they knew
too much about the workings of their house and how they needed to
find the loose end and deal with it. That was not the only problem,
they were having trouble with one of the younger covens in America
and had actually tossed around the idea of killing the group with
one of the human security teams and tell the public that it was
zombies from some unknown street drug. Adela was deeply alarmed by
all of this news from her friend that had been through the
millenniums with her.

Adela leaned forward and sat her hand upon
his trying to reassure him that they would deal with it as they had
always done before. He shook his head and explained to her that the
power shift was too great and that if they started this with one
coven they could do it with the rest very quickly every time a
coven stepped out of line. His concerns were that soon everyday
people would have the type of technology that would allow them to
recognize a vampire if they wanted to. She assured him that the
ancients would never allow the public to ever have that sort of
technology, because it would flush them out as well. She told her
dear friend that there was one chance left and that they finally
had an ace of their own.

Vitaliy pulled his chair a bit closer to
Adela and in a low voice in the old vampire language said, “We are
not in the days of or before Christ; my dear friend of the ages, I
would die for you and you for me, but you need to realize that we
haven’t much time left.” Adela also slid a bit closer inching ahead
inch by inch, she used one arm to lift her dangling eloquent
crushed velvet dress up so not to get under foot. Vitaliy smirked,
because it reminded him of a small child in preschool trying to
scoot ahead. As soon as she was done fidgeting like she only did
when she was alone with her old friend and whispered, “We have the
weapon that will end it all.” He shook his head not being sure
replying with as much sincerity as he could dwell up, “I know
losing your loved one was hard on you. I know that you believe if
he had more time he would have been unstoppable. How do you know
that this John will be able to do it before they find him?” Adela
not one to show emotion on a normally started to tear up, “In my
heart I always knew that Galechka was special; now we know it is so
now. I always thought it was her unusual personality that made me
love her so much like a daughter to me, but I believe it is a
deeper bound of us both being blessed with having guardians. I
cannot allow her to feel the pain I felt when I saw his heart being
ripped from his chest.” She was tearing up; this is something that
no one but Vitaliy ever saw. Vitaliy smiled, “She has become your
daughter, hasn’t she?” “Yes, she has and is very.” They both looked
at each other as they heard the sound of a crack of dust under a
shoe; true dust cracking is something younger vampires cannot yet
hear, but to a vampire over a thousand years it is an extremely
loud sound in an supposedly dark and empty call way.

Adela blew out through the door with the
slinters and chunks of wood exploding everywhere bouncing off of
the back of the hallways wall and ricochet back and bouncing off of
the other wall; the snooping young vampire was trying to shield
himself from the debris that was launching in his direction as if a
bomb had exploded behind the door, to only find himself pinned up
against the wall with Adela’s hand clasped firmly around his
throat. The capillaries and blood vessels in his eyes were already
swelling and popping in his eyes, his skin had veins protruding
almost completely out of his skin from the pressure that she was
inflicting on his neck. She had her arm full extracted with his
feet dangling a few inches from the ground helplessly, while he was
trying to plead with him tapping on Adela’s arms, shaking his head
back and forth mouthing,” No, please no.” At no prevail to Adela’s
patience. She slammed him back against the wall, brick and morder
began to tumble down around his head down to his shoulders and
rolling down the wall using his body as a guide as the chunks and
bits bounced off the ground. Cracks formed in the stone wall making
the outline of his body that was being rammed slowly through this
massive stone wall. She bounced him off the wall again and more
chunks, hunks and nuggets of stone and mortor that bounced of his
shoulders, followed the shape of his form again and bouncing of the
old wooden floor as the cracks deepened. His eyes were bulging
further and further out of his skull. In a demonic voice strait out
of the deepest levels of hell Adela screamed,” WHAT ARE YOU DOING
LISTENING TO MY ROOM! WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR?!” She loosened her
grip just enough for him to utter a few words, “No one my queen,
please have mercy on me.” He pleaded and begged. His fear and
shameless crying infuriated Adela even more. She thrusted him into
the wall again; this time the wall gave a little allowing her to
actually have him partly in the wall. She knew he was a spy. “WHICH
COVEN ARE YOU WORKING FOR!” she demanded from him.

“I would tell her son,” uttered Vitaliy as
he leaned against the door frame that was now in shambles, one
shoulder wedged up against it as he peered at Adela in wonder, “It
seems my Lady is becoming an ancient. Drakus, I have never trusted
you much and think it is time to come clean,” he exclaimed as he
was rolling his thumb along his finger tip.

You could see the fear in Drakus’ eyes, with
the capillaries giving way to the stress, the veins on his face
showed signs of being ready to rupture. It was clear as Adela had
her death grip on his throat that he was no match for the vampire
that was showing signs of ancient strength. His arms become limp
and his legs just dangled helplessly in the air. “ I WARNED YOU
DRAKUS, NEVER TO BETRAY ME!” Her voice was even more demonic
sounding then before with it harmonizing with its self as if four
were speaking,” DID YOU NOT THINK THAT I HAD NOT ALREADY CAUGHT
ONTO YOU BETRAYING OUR COVEN?!” You could see bits and pieces of
stone was still coming loose and falling down around Drakus, his
usual black suit was now covered in dust fragments from the stone
wall that Adela was impelling him through. His head began to shake;
you could hear his spine starting to crush under the power of
Adela’s hand. Seeing such a small dainty woman with such power is
awe inspiring to anyone. She was glaring at him eye to eye when all
the sudden you heard snap, it was his spin popping from all the
pressure. She dropped him to the ground backed up a half step and
with all her force brought her knee up, showing out of her long
dress through the slit and slamming into his skull launching it
down the hallway leaving his body to lay cold and alone on the
floor.