Fin whimpered as the vampire knelt down slowly. Her eyes were black, her face, cold as ice. She had no remorse in her gaze, only the cold delight of killing. She reached her hand out gently and pressed it across his face, covering his mouth. He tried to reach up, but couldn't, his arms were paralyzed from the kick. The grip she had on his face grew stronger and stronger. He could feel his cheekbones crunching and his jaw popping out of place. She kept squeezing as he tried to scream but couldn't. She crushed his face with a single grip.
Xairin was lying on the floor, holding his ears as he bled out from the siren screaming in his ears. His body tried to heal from it, but it was intense, almost too strong for him. While he was laying there, two men arrived and opened fire. Xairin laid there helpless as the silver bullets riddled his body. "DIE!" The men called out.
From their left, a brown blur came out of nowhere. The first man's head was mauled off, while the second, the werewolf's hand was around his throat, crushing it as he leaned his snout forward, biting into the top of the man's skull.
A moment later, a naked man was holding Xairin. "Baby, what's wrong?"
"The noise! The noise!" Xairin cried out.
"I don't hear anything!" Jason cried as he sobbed, seeing Xairin in such pain.
Xairin cried out. "Sensitives, something, it's a neural device. It's ripping my SKULL APART!"
Jason carried Xairin, sniffing the air as he tried to find Cecilia. Xairin continued holding his head. His bloody face was getting worse. Jason ran as fast as he could, morphing to pick up speed as he carried Xairin. He found Cecilia in a room, slamming a man's head into a desk repeatedly until the desk cracked.
Jason spoke in a guttural voice. "Something's wrong with Xairin."
Cecilia turned around and rushed over. "What's happening?"
"The noise! It's ripping my brain open!"
Cecilia took Xairin and helped lay him down on a couch that was in the room. "What noise?"
Jason spoke. "He said neural dampening something?"
Neural dampening devices were nothing new. Cecilia remembered several times, hearing about some encounters that her late husband had to deal with. She had never seen one do this though. She was scared. She knew Xairin didn’t have a lot of time based on how bad his head and face were hemorrhaging. She was gasping. She knew it had to be her to find it and looked at the wolf. She had to trust the boyfriend she barely knew.
Cecilia looked up at the alarms. "Okay, there has to be a control room or something. You stay here and keep him safe. I will find it."
Jason put his furry arms around Xairin, cradling him. "It's going to be okay. Just hold on."
Cecilia used her echolocation to find the closest living human. She literally ran through a wall into a welcoming trio of unfriendly fire. She killed two, and the third, she pinned against the wall by the throat. "The noise, the one meant for sensitives, where do I shut it off?"
"I ain't telling you, nothing devil!" The man cried out.
"I don't have time for this!" She let him fall and pinned him as she bit into her wrist and pinched his nose, so he had no choice but to guzzle her blood.
Her eyes flickered as she downloaded everything she needed. Cecilia reached down and grasped him by the ankle. He screamed out. She proceeded to swing him against the walls, the floors, and finally the ceiling until he stopped breathing.
Paul Hobart, and a woman, recently recruited, were in the control room, trying to monitor what was going on. The attack was so sudden, it caught them all off guard. Michelle was a science major and had worked with Kellen in the past. She, like the others, had her own reasons for hating sensitives. Her long brown hair was kept neat as Michelle monitored her computer screen, pressing buttons as she viewed room to room. She called out. "There is a werewolf and what looks like a sensitive on level two, they're in study room three."
Paul picked up a walkie-talkie, "Level two, study room three, a sensitive is down with Gabriel's horn, be advised, the witch has a werewolf guarding him. Proceed with extreme caution!"
In the training room, Travis looked over at Bronson. "Take a team, take out the witch, and it's pet. I will go and guard The Monk."
Bronson nodded. "Time to kick some demon ass!"
Bronson turned around, and eight went with him. Travis went up to Roland’s office and saw him packing. His eyes bulged. "What are you doing?!"
Roland turned around. "We have to leave Travis, and if you're smart, you will come with me."
"What do you mean? Abandon our brothers?" Travis asked.
Roland scoffed. "What's here, knocking on our door, is…"
Travis blurted. "Michelle saw it, it's a werewolf and a male witch on level two."
Roland turned around and grabbed Travis. "The witch is the son of a vampire, and she's here Travis, it's not just the wolf and the witch, a vampire is here!"
Michelle and Paul kept looking at the computers. In the center of the room, there was a sphere, pulsing. Michelle walked over and was monitoring it. "The Horn's output is holding well."
Paul kept looking at the viewing screen of the man being cradled by the werewolf. "Can we increase it? That witch is still alive!"
Michelle shook her head. "This is the prototype Paul, if I increase the output, it may short out."
The thick metal door to the computer room came flying off the hinges and smashed Paul up against the computer screens, killing him instantly.
Michelle gasped and felt herself being lifted up by her neck. "A woman. Pity." Cecilia flung her. Michelle landed hard against the wall, rolling into the floor.
"Turn off the horn before I do things to you that your human mind couldn't possibly conceive."
Michelle struggled to speak. "No…."
Cecilia bit into the woman's neck, unleashing conversion cells and left her there. "I will be back for you, don't you worry."
Cecilia looked at the pulsing orb. Smashing it, had her leery, she started ripping off the metal panels around it, looking at the wires, hoping to see something that looked like the main power supply. She saw a blue cable that was glowing with pulsating blue lights. She reached in. "Please work!" She pulled it hard until it dislodged. The sphere started slowing with its glowing pulses. It eventually stopped.
Xairin stopped sobbing and holding his head. The siren playing in his ears let up and died off. His body rapidly absorbed his blood while he healed. Jason's vicious face turned to a furry smile. "Is it over?"
Xairin nodded. "Yeah. it stopped." Jason hugged him.
Xairin slowly began standing up. It took him a minute, but he recovered fast. Jason was helping him, hovering over him like a protective bear. Once he was stable, Xairin's pointed ears caught the movement mobilizing outside. He could smell the silver. "Babes get down, they have silver. It's my turn to protect you."
Jason nodded and moved behind the couch, hunkering down.
Xairin reached inside himself and extended his hands. He could feel his palms vibrating, buzzing. His veins started to light up with power. On the other side of the door, Bronson, and his eight soldiers were ready to start firing. One of them began to shudder. The guns the men were holding began to chill to the point they dropped them. The weapons froze solid, shattering. "What the hell kind of witchcraft is that?" Bronson asked as his face lit up with fear.
The door burst as it too, succumb to Xairin's cryokinesis. He stepped out into the hallway. "IT'S NOT A FUCKING WITCH!" A man yelled as he beheld Xairin's red eyes and fangs.
Xairin threw his hand at the man who yelled, raised him up in the air by levitating him and like twisting a dishcloth being rung out, Xairin made movements with his hands that twisted the man until he pulled his hands apart, causing the man to split in half.
"AHHHH!" Bronson screamed. Xairin pointed at him next, curling his fingers. Xairin recognized him from Benson’s mind. This was Benson’s brother and another that had helped Travis that fateful night. Bronson levitated into the air. Xairin felt his powers surging. “Hello, remember me?�
� Xairin asked.
Bronson’s gasped. “Oh my god!”
“You’re afraid of hell? Right?’ Xairin asked. Xairin smiled.
While Xairin had Bronson levitated, his flesh began blistering. The man burst into flames as Xairin sped up every vibrating molecule in the man's body. The others ran for their lives, Xairin leaped like a frog, biting into their throats and faces, feasting until the last man had made it only twenty feet until Xairin came up behind him, ripping his throat out with his teeth.
Jason came out into the hallway and saw Xairin's carnage. He let out a howl, which echoed. Xairin turned around and looked at the wolf. He had to go on, he had to find Travis, this all had to end. For Xairin, it was no longer a temptation to give in to enacting his own form of justice, for Xairin, he was justice. Seeing Rory's head mounted on that wall along with three of the men so far that were responsible for his pain and suffering that night solidified his dedication to this more than before. His blood wasn’t helping in saving his humanity, it was urging him to go on.
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Outside the Church, Ezra and more than a hundred enforcers and agents arrived. Ezra got out and yelled into his commlink. "I want a perimeter set up, NOW!"
HK droids arrived on a drop tank that landed just beside the building. A dozen heavily armed HKC units began marching around the complex, as drones started monitoring from all sides. Four enforcers placed laser emitters, and a second later, a red laser net began to form, leaving one way open, the arched front doors. There was no way a human could get passed the grid being erected.
Commander Fentrose arrived with an additional unit of HKC's. She instantly walked up to Ezra. "Report?"
"The grid is set, no way any human can get out without us knowing."
Fentrose spoke into her watch. "This is Commander Fentrose, patch me in, to frequency 99B-Delta-Z5.
"This is Commander Fentrose, Cecilia Thunder, are you there?"
Inside the church, Cecilia stopped and looked at her watch, hearing Alberta's voice. She pressed a button. "This is Cecilia."
"We are on location at The Soldiers of His Holy Light Church, if you are preparing to send units, I can transmit the address."
Cecilia replied instantly. "Commander Fentrose, I am inside the church as we speak, leading a team of another vampire and a werewolf. We have already started engaging the enemy."
"Well, damn, you work fast."
"Our werewolf and vampire went undercover, they're dressed in civilian clothing, well, our werewolf's not but the other vampire working with me is. I promise we will leave someone for you to interview. I'm transmitting pictures of their Trophy collection now. You can proceed inside if you wish."
Alberta's watch started displaying a holographic collection of what Cecilia had seen in two of the hallways. Alberta's stomach, what was human of it, reacted. "Jesus, sick fucking bastards. Alright, you heard our Society Liaison, get in there and mop it up!"
Alberta spoke into her watch. "Any sign of Roland Polanski?"
"Not yet, but we've killed at least three dozen of his men, they tried to kill us first."
Alberta nodded. "Understood, just make sure it stays that way."
Cecilia grinned. "Oh, it will."
"Arcaidus, patch me into Xairin on a secured private channel."
Xairin's watch lit up. A hologram of his mother displayed. "Make sure they attack you first, and if they don't, destroy the brains, I already took care of the one you killed when we arrived, make sure they were armed first before you engage, got it? Interpol is coming inside now."
Xairin rolled his eyes. "No problem."
Xairin and Jason continued down the corridor and came up upon a metal door. Xairin pressed his hand against it. He could feel beyond the door, it was a training room filled with at least another two dozen men. They were each armed with silver ammo. He turned around to Jason, pressing his hands against the werewolf's cheeks. "Jason, there is a lot of silver beyond this door. Please, stay here, I promise I will yell as soon as it is safe."
Jason's face morphed enough to look a bit more human so he could reply. "I don't want you going in there alone."
"I am silver proof, remember? As long as that sensitive sonic crap is disabled, I will be fine, I promise. Stay here, I swear, as soon as it is clear, I will yell out. I'm going to try something to take them all out at once babes, and I don't want you in there in case I accidentally get you with it also. please, trust me?"
Jason nodded as his face resumed its elongated wolfy look.
Xairin did some shoulder rolls, some neck rolls, and then shook his hands out. "Okay, assholes. See how you sick fucks' handle this one!"
Xairin vibrated and phasewalked through the door. He leaped as soon as he got through it, landing on the training floor below. Gunfire started.
Xairin leaped up into the air, hovering as he expanded his arms. His mighty wings flapped, keeping him perfectly in place. He was taking hits, but it didn't slow him down. His eyes grew a blackish-red as they glowed. He reached his arms out; further, everyone in the room started shaking.
Xairin's aerial siphoning began. Everyone in the room started bursting with blood flowing into the air and swirling around Xairin like a whirlwind. Xairin looked upward. The spinning of blood all around him, had a hauntingly beautiful quality, though the rapid changes in the humans affected, wasn’t as pretty. The bullets he had been shot with, sounded like bubble wrap being twisted as they popped out of his skin from his enhanced healing and the blood being absorbed as he perfectly executed his great grandmother's power. Twenty-seven men, fell to the ground, as they were reduced to mummified corpses. The whirlwind continued until every single last drop of blood had been absorbed.
Travis was looking out the office window and witnessed the entire thing. He couldn't speak, he saw the face of the man that he had left for dead that night the bats showed up, killing every single person in the room with a power he had never dreamt possible. He pissed on himself as Roland pulled at his arm. "We have got to go! NOW!"
Travis was horrified. The way the blood moved in the air had an eerie beauty that he would never forget. The face of the man he couldn't claim would haunt him further. Travis knew now, just how personal this attack was. The man they had left behind, had come back from the dead, and he had come for revenge! He watched Xairin's wings retract as he landed slowly on the floor. His red glowing eyes looked up at the office window. Travis turned to run.
Xairin saw the face looking at him. He gasped. His eyes fixated on that window, and slipped through the room, appearing right inside the office as Travis and Roland were trying to open a secret door. Xairin calmly spoke with his deep voice echoing, matched with a sinister grin. "Hello, Travis!"
Travis turned around, he grabbed for his Glock and squeezed off ten shots of silver ammo. Xairin’s black shirt was open as he stood there, taking each hit to the chest. When the gun stopped. Xairin’s blood was helping Xairin ignore the pain. Xairin dug a bullet out and let both Roland and Travis watch as each bullet popped out. "Nice try, but you’re just wasting your silver, next time try beheading!" Xairin said. Xairin grinned. “You’ll have to get pretty close to do that though.” Xairin leaned up against a wall crossing his arms as his open black shirt revealed his wounds healing.
Xairin moved from the wall and started pacing while pointing his finger at both of them. "So, Roland, you fucked over my dad, you remember Draven Thunder? Right?" He pointed at Travis. "You raped me with a glass bottle and beat me to the point I almost died. Well, consider tonight, judgment night boys. You fucked over my father, and you fucked me…” Xairin’s voice distorted, becoming sinister, possessed by his blood and adding in his monstrous voice. “AND I'M ABOUT TO FUCK YOU BOTH!"
Xairin ran at them, Travis pulled out a shotgun and pulled two rounds into Xairin's chest, and one to Xairin's head. It caused him to fall to the ground. Travis walked over and was about to pull another round but stopped, his heart started pounding, he could see Xairin’s newly inflicted wou
nds healing rapidly, even the side of his head. "What the hell, Silver doesn't work, WHY ISN'T THE SILVER WORKING?!"
Roland pulled at Travis's shoulder. "WE HAVE GOT TO GO. IF YOU WANT TO LIVE, WE NEED TO GO!"
Travis turned and looked at Roland. "What was he talking about, you fucking over his father? Why won't silver kill him?"
Roland shoved Travis to the ground. "Fine, you want to know? His mother is one of the older vampires that was here before that hell-sent comet arrived. She was married to my old sensitive partner that I tried every way I could to sabotage his cases, especially the ones that he was working on where sensitives were involved, just like those bitches whose heads are hanging in my secret chamber. All of them were mine, and that bastard lying there’ his father tried to stop me but couldn’t back then. Now, he and his mother are here to finish the fucking job!" He pointed at the vampire with his head half missing, which was healing quickly. "I guess the past came back to bite me, and if you want to argue about it, you stay right there and duke it out with him when he regenerates or deal with his mother when she gets here, because if he is here, I know she is too!. As for me, I am going to live to rebuild my army, with or without you."
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