Craving Temptation: Love Of A Vampire - Chapter 136

It has been an endless wait.

Breyden has not come to yet; to say that my nerves are not killing me would be such a lie. I am being tormented by thoughts that should not be running through my mind. Lilith, who is still very much here and, much to the annoyance, refusing to move.

But is it a determination that is beginning to falter?

What is beginning to falter is that I need to see if Anastasia is okay. So it is very reluctantly that I step away from Breyden’s side to go call her.

Though before I can even think of finding her, I need to gather my composure. She cannot hear that I am falling apart, not truly falling apart, but my mind is not where it should be.

So I take one rather large deep breath and count down from ten and step out of the room where I find her waiting for me.

“My god, Sebastian, are you okay?”

As I try to speak, my voice starts to tremble beyond my control. Why can I not get a hold of my emotions? I am looking weak; I am not weak. I need to not only be strong for myself but for Breyden too. So I bite into my lip and start again.

“Yes, my beloved. I just needed to see you.”

This is what I needed. She always knows how to make me feel better, even when she sometimes does not even know it.

So it is very refreshed that I turn the corner to enter the room. I see a very distressed Lilith sitting and with her head bowed down. My immediate thought cripples my body, and I need to stop every part of me from caving in. I am dead scared to ask him what is wrong as he sits over Breyden.

I walk towards the bed and drop down onto the chair; with a loud roar that can be heard throughout the entire house, I utter only two words.

“God no!”

Lilith looks at me, somewhat confused; I shake my head at her in disbelief.

“What? What happened?”

Just then, I feel the touch of a tender but very much manly hand wrap over mine. I am completely scared of another dimension. Out of stupid reflex, I rip my hand away and nearly jump off from my chair. As I move my gaze to Breyden, I see, with eyes that have grown larger than the water bottle that Lilith is holding, that he has woken up.

“Fuck, Breyden! You finally decided to join us,” he tries his best not to burst with laughter, but yet he does and cringes as the pain shoots through his body.

Then I look at Lilith, “Why are you so distressed?”

“I am not distressed; I am happy.”

“Damn, then I do not want to see when you are distressed.”

And just like that, my spirit is lifted; the man that is like a brother to me has pulled through this one. Guess faith is far more powerful than I thought, but yet again, it is not just faith; it is a bond that forces you to keep it strong. A bond that, no matter where you find yourself, it will keep on fighting to stay strong.

So as the relief starts to calm our hearts, and we feel like we can once again breathe, in comes Edward again. He seems to be highly spooked and somewhat pale. All I can think to myself is, what the man messed up now. But as he comes to stand next to me and can barely utter his words, I know that it is not just some bad news that he has brought.

“My dear Sebastian.”

“Yes, Edward?”

“We need to get out there; I am afraid that their numbers have increased, and they have taken over the outside buildings.”

Yes, they are still playing cat and mouse with us.

We soon find our way winding through the buildings, which by comparison to last time, is fairly eery. Now, as with all things around here, you do not know which of them holds a gun in their hands or, even far worse, are making our arrival known. But this is a chance that we have to take and a chance that we are soon taking as we enter the first of the outbuildings once more. It is time to search and clear again.

And with this, we enter the very first of our buildings. Lilith is covering the roof for it is easy to access to escape from here. Yes, she has joined us in her very first battle. We, as always, are not splitting up at this stage. Lining off on the left and right, Edward signals to enter, “Go, go, go.”

We filter in, guns pointing straight ahead of us, ready to rip off your head at the sight of a gun. We spin. Left. Right. Clear. Next room. In. Left. Right. Clear. And so we go, with great ease. But the corridor splits from left to right. Edward goes left, and I go right.

With the next room, the same routine, but as everyone filters and move on, I take it at one pace to slow. Within as little of a second, I feel a blow against my chest so hard that it knocks me off my feet. I find myself being dragged by the collar and lifted from the floor. I see one rather large man hovering over my body with a godawful smile on his face. It is the leader.

This is the moment that I have been waiting for since he so rudely kicked in my front door.

It is with absolute haste that I rid him of his gun; there is no way that a silver bullet is entering my body today. But the moment my hand makes contact with the barrel, he grabs me by the wrist and flings my body, dropping me on my back to the floor. Then with a loud thud, he drives his foot into my chest, sending tremors through my body, shaking me to the core. But just as he is about to drive his heal into me again, I instantly grab him by the ankle and jank him down. With great speed, I rise to my feet, but he soon matches mine, and I find myself face to face with him once more.

With great force, I slam my hands into his chest, sending him sliding across the floor; the moment he makes an impact with the wall, there is a slight crack; he only but grunts and advances for me again. He slams his fists in my chest. I recover from my stumble, but he gains control and drives my body straight into the far sidewall.

He shifts his feet at an incredible pace towards mine and reached his hand for my face. With one snap of his arm, he smashes his fist into my cheek. He retracts his arm to launch at me once again, but I grab it in midair. I twist it behind his back; I step closer.

“You made a mistake coming here today, for today, you shall die.”

Then he looks at me and laughs, “The only one dying today is you.”

He reaches for my throat and clamps his hands firmly around, but my strength surpasses him by far, and I slowly snap his fingers back one by one.

I push him off from his feet; he slides across the length of the room and crashes over the side with a loud thud on the floor.

I make my way to where he finds himself and yank him up by the shoulder; with utmost ease, I lift him in the air and toss his body to the other side of the room.

But the man is a fool; he rises from his feet. He has not yet learned that his attempts are futile.

“You are wasting your time, my friend. It is not that easy to kill me, but it is easy to kill you.”

He only but laughs at me and advances for me once again; this time, he yields his dagger from his pants. I tackle him to the floor; he lands with a loud thud. I push my knee hard into his chest. I twist and turn his hand. I try to gain control of the weapon in his hand. He flips me over and tackles me to the floor.

“You are going to pay for that.”

“Oh, what are you going to do, dear Vampire Master.”

He is cutting inch by inch into my skin on my cheek; I can feel the pain sting straight into my bone. But within seconds again, I have him turned flat on his back.

“I will show you.”

“Oh, please, you? Don’t make me laugh.”

Then he drives the knife deep into my leg.

“Aaahhh, you fuck.”

Finally, as he lifts the knife up again, I grab it from his hand. I slam it hard into his chest. But I miss, on pure purpose, he is not going to die that quickly by my hand.

He only but grunts at me.

I close my hand around his throat one by one and grip as hard as I can. My grip goes firmer. Then he slams his hands around my shoulders and tosses me. I rise to his feet in less than an inch of the second.

And an inch of a second is all it takes for me to reach for his gun. There is an incredible fear in his eyes as he realizes that he has just met his fate.

With absolute slow agony, I softly squeeze the trigger; I feel as the bullet enter the chamber and slide with perfect precision through the barrel. As it leaves the barrel, it glides elegantly through the air. I watch as it pierces the soft skin of his chest, and in an instant, his body snaps back and falls to the floor.

With that, I pick up it, the very thing that we have been fighting to protect.

Once more, Pandora’s Box is safe within my hands.