The Alpha Vampire

The lush green bushes are the only barrier to safety we have from imminent danger. In the dark of the night, they are hiding, ready for the attack. To say that there is not one nervous bone would be a lie, for, amongst the excitement, there is a sense of dread. The enemy is ruthless, and we shall not take kindly to their invasion; we will come dome with force.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

My only mission is standing in front of me in his own delusion grandeur. Revenge is going to be swift but very much sweet. I am not a man that holds a grudge and stew on things, but there are certain things that you shall not forgive. He has taken too many of my kind. Tonight I will get the closure that I have been seeking for. The minute I watch his body drop to the floor is the minute that I can safely go ahead and live my life in peace.

This I not only need for me, but I need to do this for us, the Vampire. I cannot be a Master if I cannot protect my followers. My beloved knows what I am set to do tonight, and she gives me her unconditional support. I cannot think of any other woman to spend my life with.

But let us not get distracted; I need to focus on the battle ahead. So as the rain starts pounding harder, it creates the perfect condition to make their move. This is it; this is now, we are doing this.

With a few hand signals, I show for everyone to make their attack. As I sleek tiger, they move out from under their cover, and we make absolute haste to making our way out to them. I feel the wet leaves brush against my skin as I slowly rise. My feet sink into the mud. The rain beats against my face. Exhilaration consumes my body. With each step, the adrenaline starts pumping. Everything around me seizes to exist. It is the enemy and me. It is me and the elimination of danger. I check my gun. I secure my dagger. I push forward. I need to find the coward that has retreated into the darkness after he so rudely bashed down my door.

And then…one…two…three, I step over the edge of safety into danger. With Damien insight, we spread out and fill the garden. We are coming from all sides.

Then, I push the point of my gun past the opening of a bush. With one loud BANG! I let the full force of my bullets fill the corner. All chaos breaks loose. From out the bushes, from everywhere, they start to pile from their safety.

From deep inside the garden that I am facing comes a man that towers me. He has his gun pointed to my face. Well, that is not happening. With one soft squeeze of the trigger, he tumbles to the floor. From behind, I hear the loud scream of a brave soul running up to me. In mere seconds he falls to the floor in a piece of bundled flesh.

And, as they clear the way for me, I find my way to seek for him. He has not yet come from his hiding place. What a coward. He can torture, but he cannot face a bullet. He is mine. He will see the sight of darkness. He shall move into nothing. I shall not falter. I am here to make him pay. I cannot, and I will not either let him untouched.

So I find my way through the garden. The shots are short and scattered. It makes contact with each Human-Vampire that is brave enough to try and overpower a force that they cannot defeat. Take no prisoners. It is you or him. If you falter for one second. You shall meet the fate that was not intended.

While I hear the sounds of death fill the air, I come up for a thick lush bush. From inside, I hear a struggle with a gun. I loud curse. The growl of a man’s voice that I listened to absolute torture. This is it. This is now. Now is the time. And as he emerges from his bush rather confident, he stops dead in his tracks. Has he noticed me? Does he know the ghost that faces him?

With an overconfident, cocky voice, he stares me down. “And what do you think you are going to do with that toy.”

“Would you not love to know you sick bastard.”

“You say bastard, what does that make you then?”

“Far better than you; you are a waste of space.”

“And you are a bit over-ambitious. Do you have any idea who I am?”

“Well, unfortunately, I do. Now let me ask you the same. Who am I?”

I stand steady as my focus remains solid. My gun does not move an inch from his forehead. My hands do not tremble. My voice is firm. He has no power over me. The field is laid equal. If he so much as presses that trigger, he will find himself in a pile next to me on the floor. I can say with certainty that I can easily say I have lived my life to its full purpose. But I am not dying today. It is the filth that shall blend into the mud.

It has been five minutes since we have been under attack. Five minutes took too long already. This should have been in and out. That should be fairly easy. Take no prisoner, leave no one alive. Protect the lives of my kind and my family.

Adrenaline is pumping at a steady pace. A steady pace three fractions too fast. Three factions that have you on the edge of your toes. And that is where you should be. Alert and pumped up. This is what everything leads us up to. Not the battle where you can sit back easily saying that, hey, look what I have done. No, these ones will take every skill you have and put it into action.

But I have taken my eye of the prize for one second too many and he has now made his way into the Lecarde house, along with the rest of his soldiers. This is becoming a game of cat and mouse. So I do not only feel a sense of dread. But there is no time for clouding your head, I need to be alert. Distracting is what makes you part of the Vampires that have been killed.

It has now been fifteen minutes since we have been under attack. The mood building up to a steady pace of nervousness. Damien is motivating them, not with some stupid speech of you can do it, but singing some song to set the sense of purpose and pride back into our minds. The man is damn clever if I may say so myself.

I never anticipated going on such a battle so soon, so motivating myself is what drives me to Vampire

It has now been twenty-five minutes since we have been under attack. The weather has not played much as a friend to us, so we find a great deal of mud. Mud is not what you want. Not what you want when you run. You can not slip, that one second too long that you stand on the floor might be that one second that you do not have. So we find ourselves under the cover of two buildings preparing our plan of how we shall proceed.

It has been five minutes since we have set foot back into the Lecarde house again. Easy? Don’t ever think that anything is easy until you have actually done it. So we make our entry through the back door and in one…two…we are clear.

We step through the back door. Scan the entranceway and head in further teaming up two by two, clearing each room as they come up to the right. Fairly easy? No, for in one…two…we enter a room where there is a clear scuffle. I check my gun and proceed to live it to eye level as I enter under the cover of Damien. Then as I turn to look behind the door. I am faced with them. The first feeling coming through my mind. Are they hostile?

It has been fifteen minutes that we set foot into the Lecarde house again. We have entered a room that is not clear. I have four sets of eyes staring at me in such a way that I am not sure if they are terrified or relieved. I have in front of me two boys that I can guess are not even older than sixteen. Do they have guns? I scan their body and the surroundings. Nothing.

I wait for several seconds, now what do we do with two kids that are clearly not supposed to be here? Well, we cannot be babysitters. With that I see them quickly run out of the building, hoping that they shall be fine, thinking nothing more about it.

It has been twenty-five minutes since we set foot into the Lecarde house again. We have cleared three rooms and are making our way up the fairly deserted hallway with ease. Yet, an ease that one should not feel. We soon find ourselves entering the last room in this floor, in fact, the very same direction the two boys made their way into.

We once again. As by the book. No falter. No fail. We once again, swiftly and with complete thoroughness clear the next first floor, then we do the very much same with the second one as well. The guys are starting to feel a lot less tense, which in the first place is a mistake. Never think that you can ease your mind and relax your body. You become sloppy and you become dangerous. A weak link in the chain brings the rest of us down.

It has been twenty-five mines and ticking towards another five at a rapid pace, we find ourselves entering the very last of the room. As I filter in first to clear, there I find the boys standing again.

The guys that enter the room behind me. Mistake one, they ease into the fact that it is only two kids. Mistake two, they lower their weapons. Mistake three, they turn their backs on the door.

In only but…one…two…three there is a voice that comes through the doorway, in an absolute instant I, as with the rest of the squad now that it is not one of ours. With that, a group of five men enters the room. Dressed in complete green military uniform, they have their guns directed in our line of sight. The biggest man, who I believe must be the leader, pat the boys on the bank and thank them for a job well done. Well, I am guessing that meeting the two boys was merely not just fate.

With that, two men come to tie take our weapons away, while another two tie our hands behind our backs. They are not being gentle. They are doing this with utmost force. Much to my horror, Mathews makes a grunt at how roughly the man is trying his hand behind his back. In an instant, the leader smashed his gun against his face, leaving him with a gashing wound. It has been five minutes since we have been taken captive.