HIS DARK DESIRE: TALES OF A YANDERE - Chapter 156

156 iv. Restart

Dominus’s anger rose as he witnessed the members of his pack being butchered by a vampire.

He growled, transforming into his wolf form he advanced and ran at full speed towards the entity hungrily drinking the blood of the other wolves he sent before him.

He didn’t recognize her right away except when she was already pinned on the ground, growling. Mary.

She hissed at him, bearing her fangs. There was no thought of recognition on her face. Just madness. Utter madness that lacks any understanding.

He tried to stop her but she was too strong. She was able to escape from his grasp.

She ran fast so he summoned his wolf form again and ran after her. He can barely catch his breath as she jumped from tree to tree.

Please stop. It was all he wanted to say. He wouldn’t hurt her. The gods know he will never hurt her.

He is worried she will be caught in the crossfire. The wolves she had just killed were further from his mind.

The only thing he wanted was her safety. If any of the wolves catch her. He doesn not want to think more about what may happen.

…..

He stopped. Blood. Her blood has been spilled. He growled, and his movements became faster, more urgent.

He ran until he was almost out of breath. He ran until his limbs hurt, until he felt he will collapse.

That was when he saw her. The other wolves had her. He growled and the other wolves looked at him, as if they are puppies who tremble before a lion from the wild.

They stopped their attacks and stood silently, still surrounding the woman. He growled and began attacking them before any of them could understand what was happening.

They tried to fight for their dear lives but they were no match for the alpha. However, he didn’t go unscathed.

He returned to his human form. His energy has been depleted. His body was full of injuries that may prove to be fatal.

They have wounded him deeply. He stumbled towards the girl. He couldn’t be mistaken. It was her.

He knelt before the woman he loves. Her body has been bitten off mercilessly. Her flesh was torn from her skin. Almost unrecognizable was her face.

Scratches and deep wounds. She was just like mangled meat. He grunted and growled as he held her in his arms. Mary.

“My love,” he whispered lovingly in her ear.

Her body jerked forward, and her lips trembled. Her bloodshot eyes stared at his.

She hissed at him, an incomprehensible sound that came from the gurgling sound of blood in her throat.

“I’m here now. No one can hurt you now. You’ll tell me all later. About what happened to you, right? You will surely tell me,” he said, keeping her cold body pressed to him.

She hissed and tried to bite him. His instinct was to move away from her. But even instinct has nothing on the way he love her.

He removed his bloodied shirt and pressed her lips next to his neck. She licked his neck before her fangs sunk into his skin.

He smiled when she started drinking hungrily, “It is alright. Drink all the blood you need to recover. You will live for me, right honey? You will not leave me again this time.”

The vampire did not understand what the alpha was saying. She was reduced to the lowest of the creatures. A vampire who couldn’t think or feel.

Deprived of emotions or reasons, or even memories to keep her humane. She lost it all. So she drank from the blood freely offered, without feeling any guilt in her conscience.

She appreciated how sweet his blood is compared to the rest. She was driven by her primal desire to devour her prey.

She bit harder into him but he just continued to caress her hair, whispering things she didn’t understand, “Do you know this life has been my favorite so far? Because in this lifetime I have been with you the longest. I have two kids with you and lived quite a comfortable long life. Thank you for staying with me until our hairs turned to grey. Seeing you now in your youthful beauty made me realize how the gods have blessed me in this life more greatly than in the others. I hope you can forgive me when we see each other again, my love.”

“My love, don’t mind me. I am starting to feel a bit weaker,” his voice was weak now as his body slumped.

His body looks like it has been dried up, as if all the fluids in his body have been drained. But she didn’t care and continued to drink from him.

She has been reduced to nothing but an animal and did not know what she was doing. All she knew was… her thirst that doesn’t seem to have an end.

A gunshot was fired, the blessed bullet embedding itself in her chest. She stopped and froze.

The bullet was one that has been blessed by the elders of their church. One that ends the curse of endless damnation.

Her mind cleared, and her eyes could finally see. She coughed up blood as her heart throbbed painfully against her chest.

The blessed bullet granted her only a momentary rest before a scorching feeling spread through her. She looked at the body she was clinging to a while earlier.

The handsome face was no longer breathtaking. His body was almost ice-cold. His eyes were closed shut.

She cried as more wolves started to surround her. Her attention was not on them but on the man beside her who can’t even carry his own head.

“Mary,” he acknowledged as she smiled.

“Dom,” she answered back, snuggling close to him as she buried her face in his neck.

“I’m sorry,” she began to cry, her body was also being scorched and tortured from within.

“Don’t be. I’m glad you get to drink my blood and gave you energy for a little bit,” he smiled weakly at her, unmindful of the wolves closing in on them.

“I’m glad you aren’t mad,” she smiled back though he couldn’t see it any longer.

“I feel sleepy, my love,” he whispered, his voice a bit apologetic.

“I know. I feel sleepy too,” she mumbled, breathing in his scent.

“Let’s sleep together, and wake together this time, my queen,” he urged her, wrapping his arms protectively around her.

“Aye, please find me. I’ll see you then again, my knight,” she mumbled as a sense of sleepiness racked at her.

He held her tightly in his arms as she collapsed above him, “I promise to find you, my queen. Until we meet again.”

She smiled and closed her eyes as she laid her head peacefully against his chest. At that moment the alpha and his wife breathed in their last.

When the wolves finally closed on them, all they could find are the bodies. Their consciousness and their very life have already left them.

They were torched immediately. The wolves were afraid that they will suddenly be emerging with the vampire disease.

Their bodies burned together exactly how they were found. With her body and his intertwined in a loving embrace.

The war between the vampires and the wolves did not end for months after their death. It was a tiring series of death duels and murders resulting in the dwindling number of both species.

On the sixteenth day of the following year, Jiro, the new alpha finally caught the king of the vampires and executed him publicly by beheading him.

He was executed together with all the wolves he has turned including the alpha’s own brother and his to-be-betrothed.

It was said Jiro’s face did not reveal his emotions as he stared at the faces of those mostly who had a direct hand in his parents’ death.

Jiro, the alpha, did not take a wife nor begotten an heir during his lifetime, ending the alpha’s direct bloodline.

The end of the blood war did not end in peace between the two species but rather started a bitter compromise with each tribe secretly planning the other’s end.

It was the gore tale that will be passed from generation to generation. In all this bloodshed and death, it is said that the only good thing was the love that emerged between Dominus and his chosen mate.

People wondered if truly as the alpha claimed, there was such thing as a reincarnation. And they wondered if the lovers would finally be reborn in a more peaceful world.

As it always was, good things will only be truly appreciated once they end. Such was the case upon Mary’s death.

Cinderella will held a special memorial for her and the pack finally accepted and acknowledged all the contributions she had done to their society.

The hospitals she had established and the orphanages she founded during her lifetime still continued to exist in the present time.

The wolves and the vampires’ bloodlines continued to thin out until all that was left were traces of the once-powerful species.

In one of those orphanages which remained to be a living memoriam and testament to the love between the alpha and his human mate, a boy was given away on the anniversary of the couple’s death.

As a way of commemoration, the director of the institution named him. Dominus.