Craving Temptation: Love Of A Vampire - Chapter 133

What defines fear? The feeling that grips your stomach, suffocates your lungs, and tears your heart will slow agony from your chest.

What is fear for a Vampire? The joke that you tell at night around the fire. It brings you only but a sense of what you truly are. You fight, and you fight to the end.

But what is fear when you see it on the faces of the Vampires that you vow to protect? It is a pain that rips your flesh from your body to an agonizingly slow pace.

We have been forced to sit down on our knees in front of what seems to be some of the most intimidating men that most of us have seen. What do I see them as? They are fools; they have no idea the error they have just brought onto themselves. But the question now remains what do they intend to do? It shall be their downfall even further as what it has become.

Now, a Vampire is taught that you do not say a single word when you find yourself captive, now that is if you do not find yourself being Sebastian Belmont, for then there is no end to the words of threats coming from your mouth. Therefore all that is present shall remain silent until I have said that there can be spoken. Edward that has been by my side for so many of these only glances in my direction as he fears that he knows what has brought them to our doorstep. Well, here goes a little of a secret that I have not revealed to my beloved before.

A perfect day to die by either the hand of your enemy or those of your wife.

So it has now been ten minutes since we have been taken captive in our own home. They have not made their move that we are anticipating. They are speaking a language that I had not heard for several years, and yet they seem to think foolishly enough that I do not understand it. From what I can listen to from their whispers, they have no idea what to do with us either yet. Well, I think they did not quite expect us to put up the fight that we did.

But yet I have spoken yet too soon. The first man to be taken from the room is Breyden; now, I think they have pretty much by now become aware that he is truly not a Vampire. Yet, even though he does not carry the same urgency to kill as us, I still see the terror flood his eyes like a rapid-fire. It feels that I have just hit an iceberg head-on, and I am slowly drowning. He cannot do this, he is a force to be reckoned with, but he cannot do this. In fact, no man in this room can do this. Even I, I cannot do it. None of us came into the fight tonight thinking that we will be tortured.

It has now been twenty minutes since we have been taken captive in our own home. Lilith would have by now realized that something is amiss. Let us hope that she does not enter into this trap herself. But yet again, I am sure that they have been thorough; it might be any minute now that they join her in Stefan in this very room. They would be rather reckless if they have not assured that the house has indeed been cleared.

And reckless is about how they are going to get, or should I rather say ruthless. We have just bare witness to a scuffle amongst themselves where the one has gone as boldly as ending the life of the other. They are here with intent, and it seems that not even their own shall stand in their way.

It has been half an hour since we have been taken captive in our own home. They have now taken Breyden much to the sensations for horror into the next room. You do find the incredible urge to cover your ears if they are going to torture him. But that shows weakness. No matter what move you make, weakness cannot be one of them.

So as expect. There is a voice raised a pitch too high. Clear words are spoken. “You are going to tell us where it is.” There is absolute silence. Yet more words are spoken. “Do you want to die today? Tell us where it is.” They have two changes, shit to nothing. But do they care? No. Breyden will pay for his silence. Then. BANG. There is an echo of what is clearly I gunshot that echoes through the house. Terror sets in. Edward looks at me. I only but close my eyes for one brief second.

It has been forty minutes since we have been taken captive in our own home. As I play the echo of the gunshot through my head, I know that there is nothing I could have done. But then the man speaks again. “Next time I shoot, it is for real. Tell me where it is.” Relief beyond anything one can imagine fills my being.

But yet Breyden does not say a word. I hear the man say, “Give me your knife.” God, there are so many things he can possibly use that for. This cannot happen to Breyden. This will not happen.

It is fifty minutes since we have been taken captive in our own home. The reality has set in. The man has now cut Breyden, where I do not know, but from the slight hitch in his voice, it must be bad. Then once again, “Tell me where it is.” Then there is a loud thud, more like a snap, as he once again fires, this time though he has shot Breyden. Breyden, which one can truly understand, lets out a whimper of agony. Once again, that is not enough. Another shot rings through the air. To a frightening horror, he has once again shot Breyden again.

I have now decided, my intention is clear.

“Take me to your leader.”

The man that has been guarding us while his leader has been ripped his ravage on Breyden looks at me somewhat in shock. But yet he does; he leaves the room with only one man and the rest of my group with his gun shoved into my back. I briefly glance at Edward, and he knows what is about to happen.

It is an hour since we have been taken captive in our own home. I am not doing everything that goes against the rules. I have done this before. Does this make me feel brave enough to do it again? Some would say foolish. I say honor, courage, and commitment; we live by these values. It is courage and the commitment to my kind that shall make my choice to do this without hesitation.

As I come to stand in front of this rather towering asshole, which is only but an inch of what I am. I look him straight into those empty merciless eyes.

“Take me instead.”

There is a look of somewhat surprising on his goddamn ugly face as he watches me offer myself up for what he is yet to do to Breyden. He only but laughs at me, “Guess you both shall die today, and if you are any clever, you shall speak now and save your friends’ lives.” But it falls onto death ears. He might as well be gargling on his words, for the one that shall be dying to today shall be him.

It is an hour and ten minutes since we have been taken captive in our own home. I have been tied up next to Breyden, that is begging by the mere look in his eyes not to do it. And if eyes can speak for words, he knows they plainly refuse to listen to him.

So it begins as if the man is stuck on a record player, “Tell me where it is.” I look him square in the eye to taunt him; well, does he think I am half as stupid as he is? But he is not done, “Tell me, or I shoot your friend.” Yet, I still remain quiet.

It has been an hour and twenty minutes since we have been taken captive in our own home. I have made one fatal mistake, I have underestimated the determination of a ruthless monster. I thought that if I come and save Breyden from the torture that is yet to come, I have been sorely mistaken.

“Well, look here, a brave Vampire Master. I do believe torturing you is going to provide me just as must satisfaction as seeing you suffer while I end your friend.”

It has been an hour and a half since we have been taken captive in our own home. I am sitting tied up to a chair; next to me is Breyden. We have been repeatedly asked to lead them to the location of what they have come to seek before they will end our lives. We do not give up. We will not give in.

But then there is another man that enters the room.

“We have found it.”

The leader turns to face me once again, “Kill them all.”