The Alpha Vampire

It is for a change that I can say that my beloved and I have not been the cause for great worry around the Lecarde House. Lilith and her newfound love, Breyden, have had us all quite alarmed for the past day. Now to say that I am not truly pleased with myself for being the cause would be some sort of a small little lie. I have, in fact, achieved what I set out to do and that is to complete the union between a love that should have gone this way more than many years ago. I did not quite expect it to come so soon, but I am still very much satisfied.

Though, there is a great question yet to be asked, why was Lilith indeed capable of drinking the blood of Breyden for she should by all intent and purposes be dead now. Now what made the woman think that she can do so in the first place, lies beyond my understanding. The thing left to understand is why? Can our dear sister truly be so innocent at heart that she is left unaffected? But should this not then have turned her back to her human form? Still, then she needs to possess her soul, and that I would have noticed a long time ago.

So the only thing that remains to ask, should I investigate this any further or should I let a love that is yet to blossom be the way that it is? The biggest concern, should I go scratch where no scratching is needed, will I end what is truly so great between the two of them? Well, this shall just be one of those mysteries that shall never be solved. I shall not stand in the way of what is pure and what, I in my own way believe, seems to have been destined to come. Though I do hope that they will keep that part of their relationship discreet, therefore I shall not worry any further.

What shall carry my worry, is the face of Damien, now I wish to believe that the fear it holds is for the survival of Breyden and Lilith’s relationship, but yet there is trouble coming over the horizon. And when I do say horizon, I fear that it is coming over the horizon from far across our borders.

It is believed that there is a group of mortals that find themselves to be half immortal too. A group that possesses the strength of a Vampire yet not the weaknesses of one. These creatures, as I would prefer to call them, but they refer to themselves as The Walkers, are making their way into Europe soon.

The simple reason is to seize Victory and claim ground, and unfortunately for us, we find ourselves in the way. Now from what I have heard, and I have never been in contact with any one of them, they are far more powerful than any Vampire and are just as difficult to overpower too.

Now, my first instinct was thinking that they are just a different form of a version of a hybrid, but after seeing the carnage they created with their last battle, it did somewhat shook the deepest of my bones. I did, in fact, promise my beloved, and of course, the Winchester boys that I shall leave the fighting to the Hunters, but unfortunately there shall be no way that I am sitting this one out.

So, on my instruction, Damien has called on our own Vampire Hunter to show his presence while I am rallying up the rest of our team, which Breyden has now become part of too. Now if looks could kill then I would be dead as I am pulling our Angel away from the arms of Lilith.

“Lucas, I promise you, let one hair fall in a different way on his body, then you shall have hell to pay.”

“My dear Lilith, my beloved is already going to let me hell to pay once she discovers why I am ripping her from her much-needed beauty rest.”

“Lucas,” I hear the stern voice of my beloved coming from the room, “For one, you shall find yourself in the far corner room for referring to my rest as much needed. And,” She pauses for dramatic effect, “You are dead for you promised no more battles.”

“My beloved, the boys are busy therefore it has now become our concern.”

“The boys are not busy, I spoke to Samuel this morning regarding the matter with Lilith and Breyden and they were pretty unoccupied at present. You wish to do this yourself for you cannot sit still for a matter of five minutes.”

“My beloved, these are The Walkers, they are some sort of a legend in the Vampire world.”

“Yes, and so are we going to be legends once they have killed us all.”

I only but chuckle at her, well pretty much to her disgust, for she fails to see how I can see this as a laughing matter at this time, but yet I still continue to convince her that the idea in defending our own ground is by far a greater feat as letting it be done by two boys that see this as their day job.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

So I carry forward with my plan while I wait for all to be seated. Now I can with all honesty say that I am the only one that is finding this exciting, so it shall take much convincing and of course to my own disgust now, voting to see if we shall indeed push forward with our plan now.

But push forward I am, even, after my very disappointment, every single one that carries presence in the room votes a firm no against my plan on defending our own ground. The Vampire Hunter, well very much for the fact that he is scared of me, was going to vote in my favor, but he seems to be somewhat more terrified of my beloved as he soon ended up against me. Now, do I need to even dare and throw the old card on the table? Do I dare to claim that as their Master that they need to do as I wish to bid. Well, let us just not go down that road, so with utmost confidence that I can still persuade them, I step into the middle of the common room.

“I do understand the worry that you carry for not only your own lives but those of the rest in the room, but I please need to remind you that they do not carry the worry for our lives in their hearts. I fully understand your willingness to rather wait for the Hunters, but what will we do when we wait while we wait for them? Hide in the corner? Hide from the danger that brings itself to our doorstop? I do not believe that I shall do such a thing. I will fight this battle if I have to fight it myself. Now if you find yourself not able to, then retreat to your room at once and wait out the storm like a coward.”

With that, I step out of the common room and make my way to the study where I shall arm myself and wait for the danger to come. And as I do so, I have Damien come rushing up from behind me in absolute haste.

“Lucas, they have just crossed the border into London.”

“How many?”

“They have counted twelve, lead by one man. The man they believe is the leader.”

“Seems that they are taking this one seriously. Somehow I don’t think they are here to claim our stake?”

“No, they are coming with the purpose to kill, and only kill.”

“Well, then you see if you can get sense into that downstairs. I will contact the elders and get the rest of the community to stay in the shadows once all of this has passed.”

With that Damien makes his leave and returns to the common room, we cannot be divided at a times such as this but yet they wish to remain hard-headed and claim to wait for someone else to come to their rescue. They will be fools to think that the boys can make it here in time and even greater fools to think that the boys can take twelve superhuman Vampires out by themselves.

So once I have made my call out to the Vampire community, not sugarcoating any of what is about to come, I find my way back to the common room myself, where I find it very much empty, apart from the presence of Breyden that is waiting for what will be his very first battle for the Lecarde House. Now the man does look a little petrified, but I think there is that hint of excitement that I do feel radiate from his skin.

“Well, I guess it is just me and you, my friend.”

“I guess…”

His words do not even leave his mouth completely and there is a loud thud against the front door.

“Now, I am not expecting any visitors, unless you are?”

“No, I am afraid nor do I.”

“Then I guess our guests have arrived.”

Much to Breyden’s horror, he watches me approach the front door to open for whom we are guessing to be the enemy at hand. So just as I am about to turn the knob and greet whomever finds themselves behind, there is one rather loud crash of a foot coming into the door.

And then, it swings open.

“Well, I do believe this is no way to announce yourself. What do I owe this rude interruption to?”

“Are you Lucas Lecarde?”

“The morning when I glanced at myself in the mirror, I do believe I still was. And who might you be?”

“The reason you wish you never opened that door.”