by Lillian Grey
“Now you die.”
Alik flicked his wrist and a shadow passed through Ario’s body. His head rolled down the few steps leading to the altar and came to rest before the onlooking vampire. Ayara screamed and, in rage, flew at Alik, but Ceil was faster and she appeared before Alik. Ayara fell to the ground, coughing up blood, but she still tried to claw her way toward Alik. June walked around to stand in front of Ayara and looked down at her. The same shadow passed through Ayara’s body and she stopped moving. The onlooking vampire stared at the bodies of their leaders, broken and torn on the ground, and then up to Alik. There was a low growl coming from a few when Alik looked into the crowd and then it went silent.
“You are all dismissed; I do not want to hear from you until I call on you. Is that understood?” Called out June taking her place as matriarch of the vampire.
All the vampire in the room bowed and then the four of us were alone. June bent over Araya’s body and used her shirt to cleaned the blood off of her sword and then she took out the same flashlight I saw her use over two years ago. As we got to the door of the church, she turned it on the bodies and they burst into flames. The carpets and altar ignited. The oldest vampire in the world were now dead. The world of the vampire had changed, and only time could tell if it was for the better, or for worse.