Supernaturals

7. Waiting for it

DECLAN

I was waiting for it. I was waiting for my fate to be decided. I really had no choice. I knew exactly what would happen to me when I did what I did. And quite stupidly, I did it anyway.

It was not like I regretted saving the witch girl, but I just knew that Landon wouldn't take it easy on me. Landon wasn't known to be merciful even when in less serious issues. I was going to get tortured in the most wicked way anyone could think of. And then killed.

My fate was sealed. Even as I laid on my bed, I knew I was a dead man. I would die age twenty-seven. That was, considerably, a young age for many species, even worse for vampires who couldn't die naturally.

I would die for a girl whom I met for barely an hour. At even that short period of time, I doubted if she could have hated anyone more.

“This is f****d up.” Ashley, my friend—a fellow vampire, said as she gritted her teeth.

“What's worse is the waiting.”

Ashley shot me that smirk of hers. “Don't act like you're not scared, you couldn't possibly be in a hurry to die."

“Yeah, I am scared, so freaking scared that I can't think properly, but that I'm waiting is even worse. I wish it will just happen quickly.”

Knowing Landon, I doubted he would kill me immediately. Landon had never had any issue with me and that meant I was in his good book—that is, of course, prior to me saving the witch.

One could wonder why I didn't flee. Why would I stay knowing I was going to face the bone-shaking wrath of Landon. The answer was really obvious and simple. I couldn't!

Where would I go? How would I survive alone? Where would I get livestock to get blood to survive? What if I met a demon? How long would I last before the vampires hunted me down?

After carefully answering every of those questions, it didn't take a genius to know running away was only prolonging the inevitable. From the very moment I saved that witch, I signed my death warrant.

Ashley clearly wanted to say something but she kept quiet. We had been friends for quite a long time. It was sad knowing that I was going for good.

Clearing her throat, she said, “I would say you were stupid but that goes without saying.”

We both laughed at that.

“It didn't feel stupid, you know? I felt I was doing the right thing. . .it felt so good.”

The door of my room gently opened. Two very tall vampires, both over two hundred years of age, walked to me and pulled me with them. Typical vampires; everything was by brawn.

I didn't bother to ask why they were pulling me. I had been waiting for it.

Landon was where he spent most of his time—under a red tent, that had about three swimming pools nearby. And of course, at least, five n*ked vampire ladies around him. He was fully clad himself.

Although, he had a voluptuous lady giving him a b*****b. Yeah, in the open.

For some reason, he thought that was king stuff. Ridiculous!

“Declan, Declan, Declan." He said, pulling the lady away and then zipping his flyer.

He crossed his legs and narrowed his stare at me.

“Do you know who I pity in all of this, huh?” He asked, enjoying the power he had.

Since I was going to die, why not have some fun?

I smiled. “Let me guess, everyone around you?”

He either didn't get the ‘joke' or wasn't entertaining it. “I pity your blind crazy mother. Who's going to listen to her crap now that I'm going to kill you?"

She's my aunt, not my Mum. Dumb*ss.

As much as I loved my aunt, I knew she wasn't going to bother if died or not. In the state she was, she didn't know if anyone existed. Including herself.

“Before I deal with you, I would like to know why you saved a witch. Did you not know that any human, werewolf or witch that is seen, should be dead or alive to me? Did that skip your mind?”

I kept quiet.

“When I speak to you, you respond. We are not a having a parlour talk, when the king is talking, you don't get to choose whether to reply or not.”

I barely managed to suppress my laughter. It was so amusing to me.

But now, I had annoyed Landon. Landon was the most arrogant motherf*cker that ever walked the earth, he couldn't allow anyone mock him.

“Uster," he called his right-hand man. “Get me my sword, let's see if you can still laugh when your head is on the ground."

I guess this was it. Never thought about dying but I didn't ever expect to go this way.

“I'm not scared of dying, come kill me, appease your bloated ego.”

“Bring them out," Landon ordered. “He doesn't know we got some of them."

What was he talking about? This got me worried.

Just then, eight witches were brought out. All of them, stripped completely off their clothes. I could feel the magic in them though I figured they had been fed mandrake roots so they were pretty much useless.

“Landon, what are you doing?"

“Well, you weren't the only one who saw witches. Three of my men saw these eight tasty bodies, and being loyal, unlike you, they brought them to me."

“Don't touch them!” I yelled.

“Are you really telling me you don't want a taste of these people? That you don't crave them?”

I didn't reply.

“You do know that it is our nature, we can't fight it. Can humans survive without eating? Why do we have to survive on animals' blood when we have these tasty people.”

Landon was calling people was the gothic and cringe thing I have ever heard. But then, it was Landon, so it was surprising.

In a soft voice I said, “Please leave them be, you don't have to do this."

Everyone present laughed.

“You know what? You are right, I don't have to. . .but I want to, and that's all that matters.”

“You are a disgusting monster, I will happily die knowing that for every second I lived, I was nothing like you." I stood, ready to say all I could since I could die at any moment. “The apocalypse didn't change me, living under your weird control didn't change me either, I'm who I decided to be and I will die a happy man. On the bright side, it isn't fun sharing a world with someone like you."

For some reason, I sounded like a teenage son having a quarell with his father. That almost made me puke.

He was going to kill me, at least I would hurt the only way I could.

“You think you're better than me, do you?” Landon asked, his voice trembling due to nothing but anger.

“Think? Yeah, I'm quite sure I am, but then it's nothing to boast of, pretty much everyone else is, even the zombies.”

“Should I kill him?" Uster asked, waiting to get permission from Landon to end me.

“What do you think? Yes! Get his head off.”

Uster walked towards me and asked me to kneel. I did. He raised an axe over my head and then. . .

Landon stopped him.

“Stop! Wait, I have better ideas.”

Uster looked so disappointed, he really wanted to kill me. He was besties with Arcedius whom I left in a pretty bad shape.

“Kill me already." I said, hoping Landon didn't have worse plans for me.

“The high and mighty Declan, would you not like to save the lives of these witches?"

Of course I would. What was this maniac planning? This wasn't going to be fun for me, that much was clear already.

Amidst the eight witches, seven were males and one a female. The female was quite young, probably nineteen or twenty. It was sad seeing all eight of them standing bare of clothes and in the presence of thousands of vampires. Particularly, the beautiful red-headed witch.

It was sick.

Landon went to her, slapped her on the face so hardly that her face got badly bruised immediately. She fell, face to the ground. He slipped his finger into her v*gina, while holding her so she won't move at all. He sticking it in her and then licking his finger. He did this for nearly twenty minutes.

“You are one beautiful woman, and you are going to get f*cked real good and I will let you all go. I'm prepping you for a righteous d*ck”

What was he doing? This was horrible and I could do nothing.

Landon had forced mandrake roots syrups down their throats so they couldn't use magic.

“Please don't do this, please I'm a virgin, please."

I felt like ending myself.

“I don't intend on doing anything to you, that's evil, beg him." He said, pointing to me. “He is the one who's going to do this to you, he's the devil here.”

What the f*ck was Landon thinking of doing? Why? Why?!