Wild Cards 3

 

Wild Cards 3

 

Peace had rained in the world for many years among various factions. The children of Anthony have been born and beginning to deal with their new surroundings and how different they are from normal people, but is it a peace destined to last?

 

 

 

 

 

Wild Cards 3

 

 

 

 

Nathaniel was born in the suburbs of San Diego. The first five years of his life were spent peacefully with his mother. When he was six Nathan was cut on his hand and said nothing.

 

When his mother noticed it later she asked why he didn’t say anything and Nathan said, “It didn’t hurt mom.”

 

Catherine took her son to the hospital and the doctor couldn’t explain it.

 

“It seems like leprosy but he’s healing.” The older man said.

 

He had been little Nathan’s doctor for two years since they moved to the area two years ago after moving around. He had never seen any signs or symptoms of this. As far as he knew Nathan was just another average boy. This change however was only the beginning. His skin soon became pale in the coming year and the pigment in his eyes paled as well giving a frosty gaze.

 

Catherine’s and Nathan’s troubles did not end there as he began to have troubles in school. Nathan was hesitant to tell his mom everything until she continued to press him on the issue. Finally giving in he told her it was not just his appearance that getting him in trouble.

 

“I hear voices mother. Whispers while I am awake and while I sleep. Sometimes I wake up when they grow too loud. I can’t shut them out. They are always there no matter what I do, and…” Nathan began hesitating.

 

“And…?” Catherine prodded.

 

“I get the sense that they are not human. I can’t explain why. I just know that they are somehow different from those around me, plus I can’t hear the people around me. I tried mother but they too hard. The others I can easily focus on. Some are in the city and some are far away. I have used our globe here at home to determine where they are.” Nathan said.

 

“Show me.” Catherine said.

 

Both got up from the couch they were sitting on they moved across the shiny wood paneled room. The money that Catherine had hidden in various financial institutions over the years had made her quite rich. Nathan walked to a large globe set on a wooden stand.

 

The globe was multicolored and could be spun easily. It stood about two feet tall and the frame was made of polished mahogany. Spinning the globe Nathan pointed as it stopped at England.

 

“There are hundreds here.” Nathan said staring at that place on the globe. Catherine more than anyone else knew this was true.

 

England had been the main Focal point of the Vampires for most of modern history. It was a country that had allowed them to travel anywhere, without having to answer any questions for centuries. Before that it had been ancient Russia, but Communism had made that country less than an ideal feeding ground.

 

The government there started to pay attention to every detail of their citizens’ lives, and did not really care about their person rights in the grand scheme of things. The Vampires for obvious reason did not want any unnecessary attention. While some chose to stay the rest moved to other countries and the new capital was chosen.

 

“You are right my son. They are many strange creatures there. I knew about them before you were born.” Catherine said.

 

“Who are they mother? Why do they seem so much powerful than the rest?” Nathan asked. It was the moment of his mother’s greatest hesitation. Until now these changes could have just strange happenstance.

 

 Humans were not unknown for having strange things happen to them. Their history was filled with new diseases of both the mind and the body. In a way it would have been better if this had been the case.

 

The problem was it wasn’t. Anthony had crossed some invisible boundary they not even he could see and he had made something that should not exist. Nathan might have been born looking human but he obviously wasn’t and she cursed herself for how naïve she had been.

 

Too much power had been put in one body. Already as she reached out to lay a comforting hand on her son’s shoulder she could feel the chill coming from his skin. She had no doubt that if the bare skin was touched the results would be much worse. What was her son becoming and would there be anything left of the child she had loved when it was over?

 

“There will be time for your questions, but for now pack your things we have to go.” Catherine said as she turned away so he would not see the tears that began to well up in her eyes. She wiped them away quickly as Nathan walked to his room shutting the door behind him.

 

It took hours for them to drive to L.A. in her black Ford Focus. Catherine had never liked advertising her wealth in her vehicles or to the general public. Even their home was a façade looking so plain on the outside but with a beautiful interior.

 

 Picking up the cell phone Catherine dialed a number she not used since before that fateful night that she had been turned into a human once again. Memories of her life as the head of the once great Vampire Council flowed through her mind returning from the nether.

 She had been a different person then and would have barely recognized herself now. Catherine had been given a great gift that night: a second chance.

 

There was not a night that she had not thanked fortune or the heavens above for that precious gift. Glancing at her son sitting beside her she smiled. Catherine reached over and gripped his gloved hand that lay not far from hers on the other side of the arm rest.

 

Her son looked at her too his eyes reflecting a question that she did not have the strength as of yet to answer. How could he understand and would he blame her for her part in all of this?

 

Santiago met them at the hotel they had registered in. In the lobby he smiled warmly greeting Catherine by embracing her.

 

“I would have thought you would not have remembered me kindly Santiago.” Catherine said.

 

“I am not one to hold grudges, besides you tried to help the rest of us that night, even at your own peril. It was a mess for all concerned and I am glad to see you’re safe. Is this your son?” Santiago replied before glancing at the young boy before his eyes again met Catherine’s. She knew the question he wanted to ask.

 

“Does he know?” Shaking her head she answered the unspoken question. Santiago took a deep breath and nodded. He did not envy Catherine in the task she must carry out, but gladly she would not be alone.

 

“Samantha will be here tomorrow. My men will watch over you. There are those out there would see you harmed if they knew you were here, and they soon will.” Santiago said.

 

Catherine thanked him for his kindness and for his protection. She had made many enemies when she had taken a stand siding with their new king. Some would still wish her ill for the harm she had caused. Many of the traitors had high ranked friends among the most powerful of the houses. Santiago was right that they were in danger until Samantha took them on.

 

Catherine had no doubt there was a reason for the delay. The chaos after the averted war had left the leadership of all the factions in shambles. Samantha no doubt had been the one voice with enough influence to unite them and keep the peace that Anthony had forced on them for the safety of all.

 

Unfortunately Catherine did not have access to all the information. If she had she would have been made aware of the real danger. Despite the fact that it would mean their total annihilation if he were awakened many hot heads tended to forget the past, and the confrontation that had brought about the peace.

 

It was up to the older and wiser members of their race to keep them in line so there was no blood shed. A single drop could spell disaster if it meant that Anthony would arise from his prison under the earth.

 

He had slain many of their strongest that night proving that he was king of all by sheer brute force if nothing else. None dared challenge his rule or the place of his successors. Already those children who had already returned to L.A. with their mothers had been placed under Samantha’s charge as the regent in her father’s place.

 

Nemiah and Katrina had been both been surprised to learn that they were not the only mother of Anthony’s children and that in fact there was yet another. It appears Anthony had left little to chance. Nemiah’s and Katrina’s children would each rule one of the four factions, giving Samantha direct control over two of them through their shared bloodline.

 

The following day they found a limousine waiting for them and Santiago ushered them inside. The car took them to edge of the city where a large mansion stood. High gates surrounded the great building and the expansive surrounding grounds. Samantha waited for them on the steps in front of the house.

 

“Greetings Catherine. How is our little Nathan doing?” Samantha said giving him a warm smile.

 

“He seems fine all things considered. It is those things however that have brought me here.” Catherine said.

 

Waving them inside Samantha led the way her plain black shirt and jeans making her look almost average. She was an attractive woman to be sure, but her clothing had been chosen to downplay her features. Samantha wasn’t even wearing makeup that morning, and had only lightly brushed her hair. It was a rare thing to see her so informal.

 

Most visitors received a woman wearing a fine crimson gown with gold trim regal and powerful. They were recognized as their family’s colors making them easily recognizable.

 

Her gaze was known to quiet entire rooms no matter the amount of shouting or whispers. All who had been in her presence when she showed this side of herself respected her iron will and did not cross her.

 

Samantha protected her family from all outsiders and was constantly on the watch for any danger towards them. Through her cunning and leadership more than one attempt had been stopped without blood spilling.

 

She always stayed one step ahead of her enemies seeming to guess what they would do before they did it. Nothing happened among the faction under her control without her being made aware of it.

 

By now all of them expected her to know what was going on, and took it for granted making her job much easier. Now none dared to make a move directly against her. When she had made it clear last night that Catherine and her child were not to be touched, by any who still held a grudge against the new arrivals; those individuals quickly rethought their plans.

 

Samantha did not become directly involved in any problem unless it was important. Her favored tactic was to use those around those seeking to threaten the peace to avert problems. It had gained her much respect especially among the Werewolves and Vampires. Both respected strong leaders.

 

The development of a new serum insured that the new blood drinkers, that Anthony had sired no longer needed to feed off of the Vampires. The Huntsmen were the main trouble makers but they had few capable leaders left.

Now they had been broken up into smaller groups with only a handful under one leader at a time. In their present condition they were more of a nuisance than a threat.

 

Walking down the tiled hall she led them to the living room and offered them a seat in one of the many couches or chairs. Catherine and Nathan chose one of the couches while Santiago bid his ado. Bowing to Samantha he turned and left. Sitting beside his mother Samantha told Nathan the whole story explaining all. When it was done Nathan was unsure of how to respond at first.

 

It had provided the final pieces to the puzzle that he had been trying to solve but provided yet a new one. He knew the how but the question was why?

 

“Why did my father do this to me?” Nathan asked angry and frustrated.

 

He knew now that he could not have a normal life. If anything that much was certain. He would never graduate high school like other children his age or make human friends.

 

His very touch seemed to affect his mother, and though she tried not to show it she was uncomfortable with it. It had something to do with the warmth he drew from her strengthening him.

 

For one brief moment he felt warm himself before it passed as he had once felt before all the changes. It seemed a distant memory now but he felt it and recognized.

He was eight now and already he could feel his powers growing. He had killed a bird the other day when they stopped at a gas station.

 

His mother had been pumping gas when he had approached a tiny bird searching for a worm. It had frozen at his approach its body becoming paralyzed. Nathan had not understood and had believed it was simply not afraid from him. When bent down to pet it he felt its warmth pass into his body and he felt its life extinguish.

 

When his mother found him he was crying holding its limp body in his hands, knowing that he had been the cause of its untimely death. His mother had stroked his hair, and helped him bury the poor animal before leading him to the car.

 

They drove off and she had told him to go to sleep, but the tiny little bird haunted his dreams. In them the bird was singing and just as it had happened before he unintentionally killed it. Catherine yearned to comfort her son and had bought a pair of gloves so he wouldn’t be terrified of touching anything.

 

As she explained the incident to Samantha both understood his feelings.

 

“He must learn to control it or he will be a danger to humans. Come here Nathan.” Samantha said noticing him hesitate as she waved him over, “Don’t worry you can’t harm me. Like you I am not human. We are different you and I so the normal rules do not apply. I will show you how to control your ability. Right now you will receive your first lesson.”

 

Taking his hands she seemed immune to his cold touch and in fact did not feel it at all. To her he might as well have been a normal human when it came to that department. 

 

“Close your eyes Nathan and listen to my voice. Remember the bird and what you felt when you touched it. Now imagine putting a wall in front of it. It can be any wall you like, but make sure it stands in the way between you and the bird. Now keeping your eyes closed and follow me. Don’t forget to keep that wall up Nathan. It’s important.” Samantha said.

 

Nathan nodded doing as he was told. He was led by her for a while trusting her to be his eyes. His fingers eventually brushed up against something soft and he felt the coldness in him instinctively reach for its warmth only to slam into the wall.

 

Of its own accord it tried again and again to reach for the object of its desire only to crash against the wall and dissipate. Finally when it was clear that Nathan was not going to remove the wall it came to heel and relaxed.

 

“Open your eyes Nathan.” Samantha said with a pleased voice. Nathan did and found himself stroking a Macaw parrot.

 

Its multicolored body of feathers were soft and it had a large black beak. The bird nibbled at his fingers and Nathan laughed happily stroking the bird glad at being able to achieve the simple action without hurting it.

 

The bird was bobbing its head on the stand and said, “Hello.”

 

Nathan rushed over and hugged Samantha about the waist thanking her. It was something he treasure and could not measure in words.

 

Chuckling she hugged him back saying, “I am happy to help, but you must remember to always do this. Keep the wall up whenever you touch the living. Forget and you have already seen the consequences. Eventually you may come to do it automatically, but for now you have to remember.”

 

Looking over at his mother who had seen the whole thing, and was pleased with her son’s progress Nathan said, “I’ll remember Samantha.”

 

“Good then it is time you meet your other siblings. They have been waiting for you.” Samantha said leading the way again.

 

Nathan was shown to another room where he was introduced to his half brother and half sister. Peter was a well on his way to becoming a man child. Already he was developing a good build and wide shoulders and hips.

 

Tatanya was pretty little girl with a trim tiny build. She seemed so delicate and shy mostly keeping to herself. While Peter was wrestling with another boy named Nicholas when Nathan arrived and Peter pinned his opponent who was four years his senior. Grasping the boy around the waist he lifted the boy off the ground and slammed him into the ground stunning him and winning the match.

 

Tatanya watching the entire event giggled and clapped cheering her brother’s victory. Nathan felt out of place until they were introduced and Peter gave him a big bear hug welcoming his little brother. Each of the children were only separated by a few months. Peter was the oldest out of the younger children followed by Tatanya Nemiah’s child and at last Nathan.

 

It did not take long for Nathan to feel at home with his new family. Despite all this the curse his father had placed on him was still weighed heavily on his mind, and so it was that Nathan’s life began and the years ticked by ever so quickly.

 

In his eighteenth year Tatanya and Peter left him to pursue their lordships over their mother’s factions. Nathan was left alone without anyone his age. In this loneliness he found the opportunity to wander the city. He had come to accept his abilities but carried within him a great hatred of his father for having to endure it.

 

It was during these wanderings that he came upon a hospital. In there he was drawn to a new alien sensation. It was a coldness in another person. Walking in one of the many room Nathan found a dieing man being taken care of by a nurse. As he neared the old man the whispers increased and flashes of pain could be felt emanating from the dieing man.

 

Nathan could sense his pain and his loneliness. The nurses and doctors could do nothing for him. His loved ones were coming to see him but he did not want them to see him suffer. He had many mistakes in his life and now asked forgiveness for them. He had made his peace with God and now waited for the pain to end to rest at last.

 

Nathan pitied the man and wanted only to show him mercy from his suffering. Walking to the bed as the man lay there trembling in pain Nathan laid a hand on the man’s chest. The man sucked in a breath his eyes growing wide only to relax. Nathan had managed to remove the man’s pain taking it onto himself. His body immediately shielded his mind allowing only some of the pain to get through protecting him. Gritting his teeth Nathan left the man in peace letting him sleep until his family arrived. 

 

Seeking a peaceful spot to let the pain pass Nathan went through a door not far from the wing he had been in. Looking around he saw bodies covered with white sheets of plastic. Nathan recognized it as the morgue. At the moment no one living was inside except him.

 

He felt an unexpected pull to the line of corpses before him. Walking over to the first he laid his hand upon it just as he had with the dieing old man, again the flashes came but different somehow.

 

 There was no control to the flashes the came all at once in a jumble of images and feelings. Concentrating he tried to slow them and focus on their beginning. It was if the dead flesh had a memory and it poured upon him like a mighty river.

 

Harnessing it he directed its flow and read what the body had to offer as if it were a book. Every sound every feeling came to him. The farther he went into the past the weaker they became so Nathan fast forwarded it. There in the most recent events he felt something that caused him to let go.

 

Gasping for breath he tried to slow his beating heart his body trembling from effort.

 

Steadying himself he reached out and touched the body again. All at once there it was: He was seeing the bodies last moments.

 

A young hooker performing her usual routine found a john who seemed fine but had killed her after they had finished having sex. She had fought his strong grip as he had strangled her to death scratching his arms as she fought to live, but it was all for not. Here the dead hooker lay while her murderer walked free.

 

A deep anger resonated in Nathan as he realized this. Why had he not been caught? ‘They did not have my powers.’ Nathan thought the answer coming to him all so clear. He knew what to look for and found the man responsible.

 

Going to the nearest library Nathan checked out a few books reading all he could on the subject. Without realizing it Nathan had found his future profession: A coroner. Someone who when the job was done could help speak for the dead victim like that woman left there on that cold steel table.

 

 

 

Years later Alexandra walked on the city streets where she had been reborn. Not much had changed surprisingly. It was all as she had remembered. The sound of footfalls interrupted her thoughts as she stood on the roof top looking down at the once empty streets.

 

A new figure came into view. Sniffing the air she smelled a mortal man. He wore and over coat and black hat. A red scarf covered the features of his face leaving only his eyes exposed.

 

Alexandra could not see them as she was above him. He took a left through an alleyway that was a shortcut to a nearby street. Looking across the street Alexandra saw the vampires she had been tracking approach. They were not supposed to attack humans but these ones were young and no doubt wished to ignore the rules. They stalked the young man as his back faced them. Alexandra prepared to leap upon them crouching so she could spring.

 

Suddenly an invisible force picked up the lead vampire smashing him into a nearby wall stunning him. His friend was left wondering about what had just happened before he was sent flying into the street behind him.

 

Both got up and ran away from the stranger terrified. Alexandra could only stare in shock trying to make sense of what she had just seen. As the stranger walked by a streetlight at the end of the alley he cast a shadow beside him and Alexandra sucked in a breath. The shadow showed a figure that did not match the human she saw in front of her. The shadow was much bigger and wore armor.

 

Alexandra followed the stranger until she came to a hospital where he went inside. Looking through the windows she eventually spied him enter a room donning a lab coat on the third floor. Making her way across the street she slipped into the building entering through the roof.

 

Alexandra found him taking notes on a clipboard looking over a body he had pulled from a drawer.

 

“Hello and who might you be?” The man said not turning around. Alexandra knew that she had made no sound a human could hear she was dumbfounded.

 

“Come, come now don’t be impolite. My name is Nathan what is yours?” Nathan said turning around. He had a handsome face for the most part but his eyes were pale and frosty.

 

“My name is Alexandra. How did you do that?” Alexandra asked coming closer. Setting down the clipboard at on the desk next to her Nathan scooted up on it sitting down.

 

“Do what? What you saw in the alley or sensing you just now?” Nathan said with raised eyebrows.

 

“Both.” Alexandra replied, “You are not what you seem.”

 

This caused Nathan to shrug as he replied, “Of course not, the same could be said about you. Would you like to sit down?” 

Nathan offered her the seat at his desk. It was a very neat desk with all the papers in easily identified manila folders.

 

“I am unique you might say. You can thank my father for that, though I am sure it was not his intent for me to end up this way. Like you he no doubt pictured a human and assumed I would be one. I however am not truly one as you have seen. I look like them like you do but we are not among their kind are we?” Nathan said looking at her. Alexandra nodded in agreement.

 

“To answer your first question this image you see before you is my mask or guise. It’s a façade actually. I look like a human I feel like one but underneath it ends there. I don’t what I would be called exactly but I know that much. Every forty-eight hours I must rest or my other form will be revealed unintentionally.

 

You can imagine that I would not appreciate that based on what you saw. I was born human but I became something else and now I can sense just about anything in reference to death or the supernatural. I can also effect mortal taking their warmth and therefore their life or their pain if I wish it. This goes for all living creatures in mortal world. I learned this as a child by accident. Now that I have learned to control my abilities that does not happen.” Nathan said.

 

“You spoke of your father. Who is he?” Alexandra asked finally taking the seat offered her.

 

“His name is Anthony. I have read all his books as my Aunt Samantha insisted though I fail to see the point.” Nathan said coldly.

 

“Why is that?” Alexandra asked.

 

“If I ever see him I will kill him. Call it whatever you want. I call it revenge.” Nathan stated.

 

Now it was Alexandra turn to raise her eyebrow this time in concern.

 

 “Do you even know of who you speak of?” Alexandra asked.

 

Nathan nodded saying, “Of course I do. His is my father and the ruler of all four factions. If he returns it will be the end of all. He will feast upon all who stand against him they say. Unfortunately for him I cannot die so easily. I also can’t have children with human women because of what I am at least not of my own blood.

 

My curse has affected every area of my life. The good news is even I could pass on this curse I never would even to him. I might hate him but not that much. Sometimes I wonder if I myself will eventually die and be spared all this.”

 

“I wish I could help you.” Alexandra said saddened by his words.

 

“You can. I could use a friend. With humans I must hide who I am. My own mother doesn’t even know everything. The strongest of my powers I have hid from her. She worries enough as it is. What I need is someone I can trust.” Nathan said.

 

“But you hardly know me.” Alexandra argued.

 

“On the contrary I do. You are Alexandra the first of the blood drinkers that my father made. My Aunt showed me a lot of the visions she shared with my father. I know that she is in fact my eldest sister and the first of my father’s children. So you see I know a lot about you and would be happy to share myself with you. Like I said I could use someone to talk to.” Nathan said looking into her eyes. It was the way that he looked at her that made her blush.

 

“You don’t want just a friend. You want more.” Alexandra said her face red at the realization.

 

Nathan smiled leaning towards he said, “Can’t we have both.” With that he gave her a kiss. Back at his apartment Alexandra lay beside him naked in his bed.

 

 “I can’t believe this you are so young. How did you talk me into this?”

 

Alexandra said pulling the covers up to cover herself. Rolling towards her his fingers traced imaginary lines on her firm belly.

 

“I have always had a thing for older women, and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. Besides we both enjoyed it so why not? We know you especially did.” Nathan said kissing her neck. Alexandra breathed heavily as his hands roamed her body making her hot.

 

 “Again already?” Alexandra said with surprise.

 

 Slipping between her legs he pressed his body on top of hers so that his face hung over hers and Nathan replied, “Don’t tell me you’re tired?” By the time the sun rose Alexandra most definitely was before they drifted off into sleep.

 

Alexandra awoke to find Nathan at the kitchen table reading the newspaper she was wrapped in bed sheet as she couldn’t find her clothes.

 

 “Hi.” Alexandra said brushing her hair back with her fingers.

 

Looking up from the paper Nathan smiled saying, “Good morning Alex. I apologize for the clothes they are currently in the dryer.” Standing up Nathan smiled impishly at her.

 

Backing up Alex said, “Wait a minute.”

 

Alex looked down at the sheet wrapped around her she realized what he was doing. Planting his lips on hers his tongue delved into her mouth stiffeling any further protests as the sheet fell to the floor.

Chapter 2

 

 

 

Paul walked into Santiago’s office still young looking for a human male of his age. There was some gray now in his brown hair but he was still fit. Though the option was always open Paul never accepted the path of the vampire, and Santiago out of respect for him never insisted. That night he waited outside of the office waiting for Santiago’s meeting with Tatanya the head of the Vampire nation to be over.

 

Sitting on a wooden bench next to the door he saw her exit with her entourage. She wore a crimson dress with gold trim which showed her sexy curves. For Tatanya sex was power, and a useful distraction in negotiations.

 

Paul also knew that aura of sexiness could easily turn to danger if she felt threatened. More than one vampire had shivered under that beautiful dark gaze, just as many others had found it alluring. The dress was cut in an Asian style revealing much of her breathtaking legs.

 

Her hair was also done up in a similar style, with two braiding stick thrust neatly into her hair to hold it in place. One of her bodyguards returned with coat and Tatanya flashed him a smile holding his gaze.

 

Paul managed to tear his gaze away before anyone saw. Hurrying past them as they headed down the ornate mahogany hall whose walls were covered in paintings that Santiago had made Paul entered Santiago’s office closing the door behind him. Reporting the information given to him on the happenings of the city Paul was excused by his employer and made his way home.

 

Entering the apartment building he heard a rapping on the far window looking out over the street ten stories up. Turning on the lights to his living room he saw Tatanya waiting outside it. Tossing his coat on the couch he hurried to the window to find her floating.

 

“What are you doing?” Paul said looking down to the distant street below and back to her.

 

“I had to find some way to get your attention. Now open up is cold outside.” Tatanya said.

 

“I shouldn’t. You should go.” Paul said trying not to look at her.

 

“Paul.” Tatanya called to him, “Open up Paul.”

 

Paul managed to keep his eyes off her despite how much he wanted to look at her. Her voice was so sweet and seductive. He could still feel the urge to be close to her.

 

“Please Paul.” Tatanya said her voice so soft.

 

Closing his eyes for a moment Paul sighed. Opening them again he looked at her so beautiful and exotic in the moonlight. She smiled at him her breathing heavy, and he realized she wanted to be near him too.

 

“Are you ashamed of me Paul?” Tatanya said looking earnestly into his gray eyes.

 

Opening the window so she could float in Paul stood aside waiting for her to enter. Gliding in Tatanya settled on the floor and with a mere gesture closed the window and locked it.

 

Her eyes were sad losing all her former confidence that he had seen at Santiago’s office. Paul felt his heart would burst if he did not touch her but still he held back, fighting the urge with every fire of his being.

 

“If the others knew you were here…” Paul said his voice trailing off.

 

“Are you ashamed of me Paul?” Tatanya said her brown eyes searching his.

 

“No, of course not. You mean the world to me.” Paul replied with feeling.

 

“Then why do you not hold me and kiss me as you once did? Am I not good enough for you anymore? Is there something wrong with me?” Tatanya asked him without accusing him.

 

There was fear in her words and Paul heard it. He wanted to assuage her fears but he was torn.

 

“I cannot serve two masters. You know this. It has to end.” Paul replied.

 

“When have I ever asked you to betray your employer? All I ask is for you to love me as I have always loved you. You my sweet Paul and only you.” Tatanya said.

 

“You are just a child you don’t know what you are saying. You’re too young to know. You’ll find others, others your age.” Paul said turning away only to find her in front of him.

 

“I am a woman not a child and I don’t want another man! Who could be your substitute, you who I feel so natural around? Tell me you don’t love me and I will leave.” Tatanya said.

 

“I don’t love you.” Paul said not admitting the truth.

 

It was torture to lie to her but she had to leave and spare them both. Paul was not a young man anymore. Who knows how many years he had left. She deserved a young man at the very least someone Tatanya could enjoy many happy years with.

 

Like Santiago she had offered him her blood offering him eternity but he refused. He could still remember his response:

 

“I was born human and I will die a human.” Paul had simply replied.  

 

Besides that the others would lose all respect for her if even if Santiago didn’t take offense her subordinates would. Drinking from a human was one thing but having a relationship with one was something else. Not even Santiago broke that custom.

 

“Liar.” Tatanya said sensing the truth and pressing her lips to his before he could stop her.

 

Breaking the kiss Tatanya whispered, “Love me.”

 

Gazing at her lovely face his fingers stroked her cheek. He knew his answer would decide their fate forever.

 

“I love you. But are you sure?” Paul asked offering her a way out.

 

It would be her last chance to change her mind. She could avoid the eventual sadness and all the consequences that might come of all this. They had been lucky so far but luck didn’t hold out forever. Eventually someone would find out and the news would spread. It always did with a scandal.

 

He still remembered how they first met. Paul hadn’t seen her in years and didn’t recognize her until it was too late, but Tatanya had known. She had seduced him quite easily as a younger woman after a much older man. Having blossomed into full womanhood she had learned ever way into his heart, finding a way in past his defenses.

 

 Paul knew afterwards that she had always adored him, and that she had been waiting for the day that she could begin her little hunt. Paul knew the moment she walked into that bar and approached him that he had lost.

 

Now he was simply giving in to the inevitable. He had tried to stay away from her and ignored her calls, staying at his office usually until daybreak. Tonight had been his first time home before sunrise in months and she had been waiting for just the chance he might show up.

 

Kissing him softly on the lips Paul felt them linger there as Tatanya said, “I’m sure. More sure than I have ever been.”

 

Paul smiled at this cracking a joke as he always did by saying, “Remember no hickies.”

Chuckling at the little joke Tatanya replied, “If you wish. Now hold me my sweet. I want to be with you this glorious night. It has been so long and I have missed you so much.”

 

Kissing where the front of her neck met the collar bone causing her to gasp in ecstasy Paul knew she loved that spot and replied, “And I you my beautiful young temptress.”

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

 

 

Lying on the bed Alex looked at Nathan as he lay beside her. She felt so relaxed and comfortable just resting there on her back.

 

“You knowa girl could get accustomed to this.” Alex said with a grin. Chuckling Nathan gave her a peck on the lips.

 

“So could I.” Nathan said.

 

Both existed in the moment not thinking of what tomorrow would bring. For the first time both were open with each other. Alex now loved one and was coming to care for another; the man that Anthony had been before the change and Nathan was the other.

 

Nathan graduated at the head of his class at medical school and was hired on under Paul who was head of the city morgue. Since then he had led the police to hundreds of convictions bringing many criminals to justice, and ensuring that they were taken off of the streets.

 

Those who worked with him admired his seemingly perfect intuition, and skilled investigations. He told the when and how allowing the CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, and the detectives on the police force to find the who and the why.

 

It was distinction that Nathan was proud of and worked hard for. Some nights Alexandra would sit in his home alone waiting for him to get off of work, sometimes waiting as late as early morning.

 

He would come into the bedroom and slip under the covers beside her falling asleep in her arms. It was a welcome life for both of them. A time of peace and great comfort. Neither of them wished it to ever end. They wanted it to last forever.

 

One morning Nathan said, “Tomorrow is Saturday. My family will be having a little get together. I would like you to come with me.”

 

“Why would you want that?” Alex said unsure of how she should feel.

 

“I want to show you off as my girlfriend, and make my brother Peter jealous that I found a woman to care for me who is so beautiful and special.” Nathan said with a grin while he stroked her hair.

 

“If you want me to come I will come.” Alex said looking into his eyes.

 

Bringing her fingers to his lips Nathan kissed them saying, “Then you have made me very happy.”

 

They awoke the next night and drove out to Samantha’s home where she and the rest of his family welcomed them. All of his siblings were there while each of their mothers were not.

Catherine had died a few years ago and the rest of their mothers had chosen to remain where they were in the background. The people gathered in the mansion that night were Paul’s only real family.

 

Paul introduced Alex to the rest of them. Samantha immediately recognized Alex’s name and remembered the relationship her father and her had shared. Part of her wondered how exactly the two had come together. Was it coincidence or fate?

 

Talking to Nathan alone Samantha said, “You know about her past?”

 

Nathan nodded, “I do, and I care for her deeply. It has been months since we first met and I think I am falling in love with her. Just because my father chose not open himself to the possibility, doesn’t mean I have to share in his mistake.”

 

Samantha heard the old anger in his voice and commented, “You never made peace with what our father did. The peace we now enjoy is a result of what he did.”

 

“The man killed the woman he loved and made me like this. I owe him nothing and neither should you. It was you who kept the peace all these years. If you had not done so his “peace” would have ended long ago, thanks to the foolish groups who want the war to begin anew.” Nathan said.

 

“Because of him most do not dare to spill the blood of the other factions. To do so would bring our father back and all the carnage that would follow him. He left us to save us, perhaps give us a chance. Does this sound like a man who did not care and was completely evil?” Samantha said.

 

“You make it sound as if I should care. Here is the only truth I care about: If he returns he dies and that is all I care about in reference to him. Save your positive notes about him for someone who cares. I have merely spoken the truth.” Nathan said.

 

“I know Nathan. You always have.” Samantha said.

 

Samantha left Nathan to his other siblings. Peter showed up with his usual escort of two ladies. They were never special just those that had captured his attention at the time. Peter had always been that way about the opposite sex. His interest dwindled over time until he simply moved on.

 

It was Tatanya who provided the other surprise: Paul as her escort. The rest of her siblings were dumbfounded. It was only Nathan who tried to bridge the gap. Out of all them he understood her the best.

 

For a long time Paul had sensed that Paul and her had gotten together. As far as he was concerned you had to just see them together. The trouble was Tatanya rarely allowed someone to get close, so Nathan was the only one who had known about her and Paul.

 

“Boy are they pissed.” Nathan commented to her and Paul.

 

“Thanks for standing by me Nathan.” Tatanya said holding Paul’s hand as they all stood outside on the balcony. She leaned into Paul for warmth and comfort enjoying his presence and feeling safe.

 

Paul was a wise and loving man who cared a great deal for her. Even now he hadn’t flinched when they had started arguing, and yelling about how this had all happened and what was going on. He had simply stood there patiently holding his piece and had remained calm. It was one of the qualities she adored about him.

 

“What are brothers for?” Nathan said with a shrug, “Besides you are not the only one interested in an older partner.”

 

“I’m not that old.” Alex said coming up behind them through the open glass doors with the white linen shades parted.

 

“I’m pretty sure you are older than Paul.” Nathan said turning to look at her as she came around in front of him.

 

“I thought you liked older women.” Alex said.

 

Giving her a peck on the lips Nathan replied, “I do, especially attractive and sexy ones.”

 

Alex blushed and the rest of them laughed. Combing a stray hair out of her face she turned away to try to calm herself.

 

“If nothing else you have gotten my little brother to become quite charming.” Tatanya said with a smile.

 

“But his skills as a warrior are supremely lacking.” Peter said also entering the spacious balcony.

 

Turning to face his larger brother Nathan said, “They were not lacking when we last matched each other.”

 

“You cheated.” Peter said flashing his teeth.

 

“I merely used the powers I had at my disposal just as you did. Can I be blamed if they allow me to win?” Nathan said with a smile.

 

Gritting his teeth Peter knew he had been outmatched and outwitted. It stung his pride to beaten by anyone even his little brother. He had to admit that Nathan was far more powerful than any opponent he had ever faced.

 

The sparring had been quick and ferocious. Peter had been battered across the sparring ring. An invisible force lifted him off the ground and hurled him about. He was no match for Nathan as he could even get close. Indeed there was no contest between the two, and yet he had still charged in again and again.

 

Peter did not realize that Nathan deeply respected his brother’s courage, but the two hid their respect for each other. To do otherwise was simply not their way.

 

Tatanya and Samantha could only smile and shake their heads at the two males as the bolstered themselves up in front of each other. It was an old pattern that neither of the two brothers seemed to grow tired of.

 

Chapter 4

 

 

Peter drove home after dropping his escorts off at their home. While making his way through an intersection a bright pair of lights to his right drew his attention. Looking through the passenger side window, he saw a large truck head towards him. Trying to speed up he tried desperately to get out of the way of the oncoming truck.

 

The freight truck clipped him spinning his car into the side of a brick building. Enraged Peter iniated the change turning into his werewolf form. Ripping his way out of the smashed car, with blood soaking the fur on his forehead he let out a snarl.

 

When the first Huntsman tried to level a gun on him Peter leapt upon him when he got down from the truck. With a single swipe of his claws he ripped the man’s head off. The second man tried to run but Peter leapt onto the truck tracking him. In two quick bounds he was biting into the man’s back ripping his spine with his teeth. It was a quick of and vicious death.

 

Two shots rang out and Peter caught movement to his left as the bullets struck him. Searing pain filled his body as the wounds began to burn, the skin sizzling. If Peter wasn’t furious enough before he sure was now. His nose and eyes searched for the person that fired silver bullets at him.

 

His prey was holding still so as not to catch his attention, but that would only save him for so long. Time was of the essence for Peter. Silver was the preferred weapons of those that attacked them, because they made it difficult to hold the change. It was simply a matter of time until he could no longer hold his wolf shape. Peter was forced to grit his teeth against the pain, as he continued to track his query.

 

Julian was surprised how quickly the werewolf disappeared. He had been watching the Huntsmen’s foolish attempt to take him out. They should have brought a lot more personnel or at least used one sniper. The trouble was they were simply too old school, and it had cost those two their lives. Julian was the Hunter: a secret that was hidden from all but his mother a former huntsman.

 

It was his mother who had trained him as best as she could preparing him for this moment. Julian developed modern weapons to hunt the werewolves and vampires: Powerful shotguns and automatic pistol firing blessed bullets drenched in holy water, as well as silver ones. If the Huntsmen had used such weapons they might have been able to finish off the werewolf.

 

It was during this overview of recent events that he heard rustling behind him on the roof. Whirling around he saw a fist coming right at him. He tried to dodge but he had been caught totally by surprise.

 

The punch sent Julian whirling on his feet. His body struck the rooftop edge nearly causing him to fall over it. Catching himself he pulled his handguns firing into the werewolf. Peter growled in fury attacking with tooth and nail like an animal.

 

Julian gasped in pain as Peter’s teeth found one of his hands sinking in. Julian struck Peter again and again trying to free his hand. Peter merely shrugged them off in mild annoyance. When Julian’s strikes became more frantic, and powerful Peter was determined to end this confrontation quick.

 

One of his hands shot forward clamping on the Hunter’s testicles and lifting them up by it. Julian grimace in pain as he was lifted into the air. Through all the agony he managed to focus enough to deliver two shots into Peter’s chest.

 

Howling in agony Peter fell backwards dropping Julian who withered in pain as well. The two men lay there gasping for breath. Slowly rising Julian reached for one of his pistol that he had dropped, before he found a hand at his throat. The grip was choking him as he turned to look into Peter’s eyes struggling.

 

The struggle of both men stopped as their eyes met, and a look of recognition came over them. They saw the resemblance of brother in each other’s faces: features shared by both that came from their common father.

 

“How can this be?” Julian said as he felt the grip of Peter slacken.

 

Chuckling Peter replied, “It seemed my father made a fourth child that we were all unaware of. Let me guess: you are the Hunter.”

 

Julian nodded in response, “And who are you?”

 

“I am your older half-brother Peter. I am one of three others not counting our eldest sister Samantha, but that can wait. For now I would appreciate it if you would drive me to Samantha’s home.” Peter said.

 

Tatanya and Paul were the next to be attacked. Suddenly finding themselves boxed in at an intersection gunman opened fire on their car. Vampire bodyguards moved quickly to protect their queen as hundreds of hunters spewed out of nowhere attacking them. A vanguard of her finest protected leading her away to safety as others fell in her defense. 

 

A lucky shot struck Paul mortally wounding him as her men pushed them into a van. Tatanya was crying as she held her love to her.

 

“You cannot die my love. You were supposed to share in my happy news. I am with child: yours and mine. I just found out yesterday. Don’t leave me! Don’t leave us!” Tatanya said cradling his head in her arms her tears wetting his face. Reaching up Paul stroked her hair with a smile.

 

“I have a child. I have always wanted one. Take care move sweet Tatanya…” Paul said with a smile before life faded from him.

 

Tatanya balled her eyes out her body quivering with grief as her tears continued to fall. Holding the lifeless body of the man that she would have called husband to her, the Queen of the Vampires cursed the Huntsmen swearing vengeance.

 

Nathan alone was protected for even the Huntsmen did not know of his existence for he ruled no race.

 

When Samantha called all of them to her they found the bodies of many dead Huntsmen being cleared out of the way on the grounds of the Mansion.

 

Looking about Nathan said, “It seems war has come at last. The blood has been shed and our father will come. If he is not stopped…”

 

“…this world will run with blood.” Samantha said.

 

Pausing for a moment Samantha said, “The Huntsmen have played their last hand. What remained of their strength is now gone. We have nothing to fear from them. Go to each of your people and hold the peace.”

 

“They broke the peace! Why should we keep it? Who then will answer for my lost Paul?” Tatanya said anger filling her heart and her words.

 

“This is not a time for vengeance. It is true that the Huntsmen have attacked us but we have larger problems to worry about.” Peter said.

 

“Is he that bad?” Julian asked having been introduced to everyone.

 

“Anthony our father could destroy everything.” Samantha answered.

“My fight is with the Huntsmen first. They shall taste my vengeance. I will taste the blood of my enemies before my time is done.” Tatanya said storming away with her bodyguards in tow. Many of them bared their teeth in anticipation.

 

“Speak with her. Perhaps you can counsel her where I have failed.” Samantha said.

 

All of them nodded as they headed away after their other sister.

 

Chapter 5

 

Samantha could sense her father awakening from his great slumber, and stirring for the first time in years. While peace was being restored someone had to try to face and hold him as long as possible.

 

It was for this reason that Samantha made her way to a place she had not seen since she had last been with her father.

 

 Finding the ground cracked; no doubt to prepare for his reentering the world she went inside. Leaping from rock to rock she made her way down, landing in a crouch on the cavern floor.

 

“Hello my daughter.” Anthony’s voice came from somewhere in the shadows surrounding her.

 

“Hello father.” Samantha replied.

 

“You came alone to face me. How foolish of you.” Anthony said.

 

“You will face the others in time.” Samantha answered.

 

Laughing deeply Anthony said, “So you have come here to buy them more time. Aren’t you heroic?”

 

Samantha had no warning when a vicious backhand sent her flying. Sailing through the air she crashed against the rocky surface behind her. Samantha was showered in debris as she fell to the floor. Spitting up blood she rose to her feet wiping her mouth with her arm.

 

Charging forward Samantha was still dizzy as she attacked clawing at him. Anthony’s palm smashed into her nose stunning her, and snapping her head back.

 

As her vision blurred Anthony grabbed her outstretched hand and slammed her into a boulder right next to her.

 

Slipping limply to the ground she sucked a breath into her bruised body.

 

“Very foolish.” Anthony said his eyes glowing red as he smiled at her only inches from her face.

 

“Just get it over with, and stop toying with me.” Samantha said leaning back against the boulder as he held her arm outstretched to her right.

 

“As you wish my darling daughter.” Anthony replied.

 

In one quick movement his hand burst into her chest grasping her heart, and pulling it out. Holding it in front of her he crushed it.

 

“It is only a matter of time before you die, and the others will feel it. I want them to know what is going to happen to them.” Anthony said making his way to the surface.

 

Samantha lay there dying and alone as her body tried to keep her alive. Tears ran down her face as she suffered through agonizing pain.

 

 Sealing every wound her body did its best to survive as long as possible, but it was simply holding back the inevitable.

 

They all felt the mortal blow and hurried to where Samantha was. They found her laying there on the rocky earth unable to move and having trouble breathing as she died slowly.

 

“You…must…stop…him…only…you…four…can.” Samantha said before she took her last breath.

 

Tatanya cried into Peter’s chest ashamed that they had not been there to help her.

 

“It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.” Tatanya said barely holding it together.

 

“There will be time enough for grief sister. Now is the time for revenge and this time it won’t threaten the peace.” Nathan said.

 

Tatanya nodded taking a deep breath to calm herself.

 

“I agree.” Peter said.

 

“Can you track him Peter?” Nathan asked.

 

“Shouldn’t be a problem especially with the trail of blood he is likely to leave behind him.” Peter said.

 

“Good then we may be able to catch up to him before he gets too far ahead of us. We have to hurry. Who knows how many people he can kill before we can stop him.” Nathan said.

 

“Who put you in charge? Shouldn’t we get some help?” Julian said.

 

“This is the way things have always been.” Peter said, “Ever since we were children Nathan has always taken the lead. No one outside of the family knows that.”

 

“Admittedly he is the strongest of us, even our father thought so. Our father told our sister Samantha that much.” Tatanya said.

 

“If anyone has the best chance at beating our father it’s him.” Peter added.

 

“We will still need to work together. If he was strong enough to kill Samantha so quickly things may be worse than we thought. It’s better not to take any chances.” Nathan said.

 

Peter and Tatanya both nodded in agreement.

 

“This is some family I was born into.” Julian said shaking his head as they headed out the door.

 

“At least we don’t have to get costumes at Halloween.” Peter said making a joke.

 

All havoc was breaking loose among the various groups. Werewolves fought with vampires and even the Huntsmen joined the fray. On one city street a thick body of that covered a portion of its length moved quickly through it.

 

All those caught within it dropped to the ground dead within seconds of touching it their life force draining away. What it left behind was still forms and silence.

 

Sniffing the air from time to time Peter tracked Anthony to a tall building. On their way they saw dozens of bodies in various stages and forms of death at Anthony’s hands.

 

Some were ripped apart or drained while others had been cut open. One poor old homeless man with a full white flowing beard that ended at his chest had his throat ripped out.

 

Even now they could see the look of terror on his face. In his last moments he had tried to hide from the monster that had killed his companions behind a dumpster, but the monster had found him anyway.

 

Looking into its eyes he had shivered and begged pleading for his life but Anthony had not granted it. Even as the old man lay there bleeding he had walked away living him to die cold and alone.

 

A great rage filled Julian.

 

“I’m going to kill him! He murdered all of these people, but most don’t even have fang marks. He didn’t even feed off of them!” Julian said looking around and seeing their faces.

 

Some were women and children who had tried to flee before Anthony cut them down.

 

“He has become the monster he was always afraid he would turn into.” Peter said surveying the scene with the others.

 

“Then it is good we are hunting him down together. If you need any more reason to do so then remember this. Imagine cities, towns and even villages that look like this.

 

He will bathe the whole world in blood, and will not stop until he has killed every living thing, before he starts on the rest of us. Driven by a hunger he will never satisfy it will be all he cares about.

 

While I may have never have liked our father I have to admit this isn’t him. Our real father died in that cave. What did this is merely what was left behind.” Nathan said.

 

It was no longer simply about old hatreds and revenge. This was survival. If they didn’t kill him now when he was weakest then he would only grow stronger from the blood of his kills.

 

 

Eventually he would be nearly invincible, and none of them would stand a chance. Nathan and the others could only hope that Anthony had not yet reached that point already or they were all doomed.

 

Making their way up the stairs of what looked like an office building for some company they saw only flickering and more bodies. No one was left alive as they moved quickly to the roof.

 

By the time they burst through the door with Nathan leading Peter had already shifted into his wolf man form, and Julian already had his shotgun out. While the gun might not kill Anthony it would certainly help get his attention and perhaps provide a much needed distraction if used correctly.

Julian knew he was the weakest of the bunch and had no illusions of what would happen to him if he fought Anthony hand to hand.

 

Anthony was nowhere in sight but Peter could smell he was close. While most of them followed Julian broke off from them and sneaking off to the right using the natural cover to hide himself.

 

As he rounded a corner his eyes searched the darkness never hearing Anthony’s approach. Clawed fingernails sliced into his back tearing into his flesh.

 

Before Julian could even scream in pain a second blow smashed into his jaw breaking it and sending him crashing into unconsciousness.

Reaching down Anthony grasped the shotgun pulling it from Julian’s limp fingers.

 

“Too easy.” Anthony said with a smug smile.

 

While he was distracted Peter leapt, sinking his teeth into Anthony’s left shoulder. Roaring in pain and rage Anthony grabbed him by the neck and tossed him over the edge.

Freefalling Peter grasped for anything to save him.

 

Turning around in midair he dug his claws into the side of the building he quickly ground to a halt. His paws and limps ached from taking a lot of strain as he sucked in pain filled breaths.

 

Angry and filled with purpose he dug in and began climbing back up to the roof.

 

 

Tatanya and Nathan were fighting for their lives as Anthony took everything they threw at him. With a vicious backhand Anthony sent Tatanya as she tried to claw his face and was sent flying.

 

Crashing through the wooden door leading to the roof her unconscious form rolled hard into the wall beyond.

 

Chuckling as he looked at Nathan Anthony said, “It seems we are finally alone my son. Now you have a chance to show me what you really can do.”

 

On the moonlit roof Nathan hoped to use the shadows to hide his tendrils as he attacked. Anthony had caught them by surprise before, going on the attack.

 

Now it was Nathan’s turn. Striking from high and low from opposite sides he watched as Anthony grasp one while he dodged the other.

 

With a quick jerk he pulled Nathan to him catching him by the throat.

 

“How unimpressive. I expected more.” Anthony said.

 

Lifting Nathan higher into the air he slammed him down into the roof tile. Jarred and down a kick to the ribs sent Nathan rolling away.

 

As he slowly rose stumbling on his feet he heard his father say, “At least you can take more punishment than the others.”

 

Using all his tendrils Nathan fought back striking from multiple angles. Now there was too many tendrils for Anthony to catch or dodge and he received smashing blows.

 

Knocked back a step with each blow Anthony smiled, “Much better. Now I no longer have to hold back.”

 

Nathan watched Anthony disappear and desperately searched the rooftop with his eyes.

 

Claws raked Nathan’s back and he felt the icy sting but did not cry out. Gritting his teeth he struck back on instinct one of his tendrils managed to smack his father in the face.

Anthony’s head whipped back before he recovered and returned the favor.

 

Blood spilled from a damaged nose as Anthony’s open hand smashed into it.

 

As his eyes teared up Nathan had trouble seeing and Anthony took advantage of the opening.

 

Punches and claws took Nathan apart drawing his blood. In a matter of seconds he was brought to his knees helpless before his father.

 

Wiping away some blood from his lip Anthony said, “It seems you are indeed not strong enough to beat me, but don’t worry I’ll make this quick.”

 

Nathan watched as his father approached know that the time of his death had come. Maybe the others could finish him but it seemed unlikely at this point.

 

They had all failed and now no one could stop their father.

 

“Unfortunately for you your death will not be so quick.” A new voice said.

 

Turning around Anthony saw a figure in black attire standing right behind him.

 

“Who are you?” Anthony said honestly surprised.

 

“Don’t you recognize me grandfather? You once held me as a babe. Granted it has been a long time.” Tony said.

 

“You have come to help them.” Anthony said recovering from the shock of seeing his grandson.

 

Even Nathan could now see the resemblance. Tony looked a lot like his mother. His dark hair was in a pony tail and he had deep brown eyes.

 

Wearing a black t-shirt and sports jacket along with black paints he blended into the shadows easily.

 

“If Nathan can’t hurt me what chance do you think you have?” Anthony asked his smile disappearing.

 

Something was not right. There was no feeling of fear coming from this man. Even Nathan was a little afraid of him.

“You are still assuming Nathan is the one you saw in your visions. My mother told me about them over the years but not once did they mention the person by name. In fact you merely saw someone from your bloodline as she described it.

 

You always believed it was Nathan. I am curious why is that?” Tony said with a raised eyebrow.

 

“Are you saying you are the one I should fear?” Anthony said presenting a fake smile, but a tremor of fear ran through him.

 

“The trouble with trying to predict the future is that no one is allowed to see all the details. That is something no flesh and blood creature can accomplish whether your immortal or not.” Tony said.

 

As he spoke Nathan thought back to Tony’s disappearance. Samantha had groomed her son to be the next Regent and he had wanted no part of it.

 

When he was seventeen Tony had run away leaving friends, and family behind. He had been determined not to accept a responsibility he had never wanted but was being forced upon him.

 

Samantha had no other children and all of her siblings each had their own group to rule and she alone ruled the New Bloods as they were called.

 

 

Under her influence they helped police the rest and the elite New Bloods Anthony had created last were her enforcers.

 

If the peace was ever broken all knew they would do her bidding and slaughter those responsible. The trouble was it could only work for some long.

 

Tony had recognized that and it had been a point of disagreement between mother and son all the time. Those arguments had been heated as both could be stubborn.

 

It had been an interesting childhood growing up with his older nephew.

 

Standing there facing each other, grandfather and grandson were within easy striking distance.

 

Tony merely glanced at Nathan taking his eyes of his opponent only for a moment when Anthony made his move. A powerful sweep of his right hand blurred and Nathan lost track of it. He meant to take Tony’s face putting all of the force of his body into the motion.

To Nathan and Anthony, the fingers entered Tony’s face but it had an unexpected effect: There was no damage as Tony’s face faded, making it look like a ghost becoming transparent. The two other men could literally see the fingers travel from one side of the face to the other, leaving Tony unharmed as it exited.

 

There was no ripple or any other effect that hinted that this was an illusion. The laws of physics said that something like this could never happen. Against anyone else, even Nathan, that would have ended the fight with a death blow.

 

Anthony had shown clearly by this action that he was afraid of Tony because he had held nothing back.

 

 

Without any resistance to slow down the movement, like there should have been, Anthony was forced to try to slow down his own momentum. Failing that, he fell to his knees losing his balance.

 

Nathan’s mouth hung open in shock as he watched the entire scene, not understanding what had just happened.

 

“As you can see, you can’t hurt me unless I want you to. Of course, that makes this fight totally unfair, but you did just strike first.” Tony said with a raised eyebrow.

 

His handsome face, fixed into a cold, heartless mask, showed no sign of anger. Nathan was unsure if Tony had anticipated the movement or had simply reacted.

 

Before their eyes, slowly from head to toe, Tony turned to a dark mist shaped like him. When two glowing red eyes appeared where his face should be, Nathan did his best to crawl away.

 

Before he had gotten far, he heard a cry of agony behind him. Straining himself despite his dizziness and pain, he saw Anthony lifted off the ground fighting the mist.

 

An aura of red leaked into the mist and Nathan could see Anthony weakening. With each moment, as more of his life force drained out of him he became more and more tired until at last all the fight was taken out of him.

 

Without warning, Tony dropped him, solidifying back into human in seconds.

 

Crouching down, Tony formed one of his hands into claws with long sharp talons.

 

“For my mother.” Tony said coldly like death itself.

 

Nathan could feel a chill pass through his body as he heard its coldness, like an icy wind passing over his skin it chilled him to the bone.

 

In one savage movement, he plunged it into Anthony’s chest, ripping out his heart in a form of poetic justice.

 

Crushing it in his hand, Tony looked into Anthony’s eyes never flinching as he said, “Goodbye old man.”

 

Blood spilled over his fingers dripping in warm rivulets to the ground. A dark puddle formed below his outstretched hand staining the rooftop.

 

 

Raising his hand open and flat like a falling blade Tony stabbed downward. His fingers plunged into skin and bone between Anthony’s eyes. Slicing through the other side Tony’s fingers stuck in the rooftop.

 

Jerking it free from its purchase a wet sucking sound could be heard as he withdrew his hand. Pieces of brain and gore now covered hand adding to the bloody mix that covered its surface.

 

 ‘I don’t believe it. Tony killed him with ease. He didn’t even need to drain him. It’s like he was just giving a preview of his power.’ Nathan thought looking at the still form of his father.

 

Getting up, Nathan eyes were distant and unfocused as he said, “It’s over.”

 

“Yes it is.” Tony said, rising his eyes still devoid of emotion.

 

Turning to look at him Nathan asked, “What now?’

 

“Now your siblings will call off their people and bring them to a meeting, or I’ll end this war tonight one way or another even if I have to kill all those who keep fighting. As for now I must leave you. Follow my instructions to the letter.” Tony said.

 

Nathan had no doubt that he was indeed serious when Tony left them on the roof, but not before healing Julian with a mere wave of his hand as Tony stood over him.

 

Julian was slowly waking up but didn’t seem to need anymore help: without knowing any better Nathan wouldn’t have been able to tell that he had been injured at all.

 

When the others either came to or in Peter’s case made it to the roof to find Anthony dead. Nathan relayed Tony’s orders and they headed down to the street to carry them out.

 

The End

 

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[Marie]

Vampires and werewolves rock! Not to mention wereleopards.