Beta: Allison Cullen
The Evolution of Breaking Bonds
Chapter 4
Sight
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Surviving by doing things that she finds morally repugnant is against her creed. Watching this is agonizing, but I will not look away.
I watched Alelan remove the clothes from the human female who was finally at peace. She cried at the enormity of the situation. Her hands shook and her voice cracked as she pleads with the poor dead female for forgiveness. I caught each tear, unable to let the precious life giving moisture fall to the ground. The woman was not the purest of souls but that mattered not to Alelan, she was tortured just the same.
When she found that minion, she saw in his mind the evil that willed him to do atrocious things. She was enraged, furious that something would control the free will of others. Alelan could see she could not help the misguided human, and did the only thing she could think of; she took the money from the minion’s creator, took the profit the vampire would have made that evening, but apologized while doing it.
That's my child.
For months now she has fought the rouges, all in the hopes that it will make her introduction with The Order a less hostile one. I want so badly to ensure this for her, but I cannot. These are all things she must do, must see, in order to accept what is coming for her.
The Order’s respect is steadily growing for her. They are curious as to who is doing these efficient and precise acts against the rouges. Their enemy.
This is good for her and me, because the animosity it causes me, to see my daughter struggle, is indescribable. This has all come about so unfairly, and through a deceiving mind.
I see The Order is out heavy this evening searching for her, desperate to find out who she is. I do not feel any ill feelings from them, only a desire to know.
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Savage fucking killers.
Rogues kill their prey with such callousness that it’s hard to swallow their handy work when I stumble on a situation I was too late to stop. Ripping flesh from bone was the normal forte for them sick motherfuckers. It makes me feel blind, seeing firsthand what they are capable of and knowing they have been around all these years and yet no other species of vampire even knows they exist.
I think maybe I should be grateful that only a few months ago I encountered them for the first time, but then another part of me wishes I would have known years ago about the Order and their mission to wipe out the Rogues so that I could have helped. I know others that would have helped as well.
I have learned a lot about this breed by hunting and feeding from their Rogues. Physically they are not much different from my kind. They are living, they bleed, they can’t go into the sunlight, and most importantly they can be killed. I suppose it is in the nature of all vampires to bloodlust at some point in their time, however I grateful my kind will only take what is needed and that we do not have to depend on humans for our main source of nourishment.
Makes me appreciate a good steak even more when I am able to get it.
Rogue blood is strong, and I can feed from one and it lasts me for a good month. At first I could hardly control the power surge, now I can summon it. It didn’t take me long to learn either.
I pull the small wad of cash from under a headstone where I have what little belongings I own hidden. My belongings consist of the money I took from the minion, my weapons I got from the drug dealers, and the small piece of fabric I ripped from the clothes I left my last life in. It isn’t much, but right now it’s all I need. I count the bills of money I have left and take only what I might need for the night, enough for a plate of food and a drink.
Minions.
That was something my breed would never do. Take away the free will of another. Stronger vampires brain wash these humans into doing their corrupt bidding, gathering information about The Order, all in the hopes of finding ways to bring the Order to an end. When I apologized to the minion for taking the cash of the vampire who created him, I was only apologizing that he was forced to live such a useless, meaningless life and apologizing that there was no other way than to kill him to free him from the vampire that damned him.
I found him just after a few Rogues had slaughtered the prostitute. The same prostitute whose clothes now cover my body. I fall to the ground holding my stomach because the thought of taking her clothes from her dead body makes me sick. I needed clothes I could move quickly in, granted my breed is fast, but theirs is faster and their moves are not as easy to predict, not because of their speed though, because the bloodlust makes them wild and unpredictable.
I pick the weapons up from under the headstone and place one dagger on each side of my outer thighs into their sheaths. I check the ammo in the guns before sliding them into their holsters that mount my back and strap to my chest. I try not to use the guns because they draw so much attention, and I don’t have a lot of ammo. To get more I have to revisit the drug dealer. I wouldn’t kill him, he is human and that judgment of his life or death is not up to me unless he tries to take my life first. Besides, as much as the thought fucks with my head, I need him. He has access to weapons, and lots of them.
I roll the money I am taking for the night into the fabric from my old shirt and place it lovingly between my tits to keep it secure and safe. Since I have been both feeding and eating regularly I have put back on much of the weight I lost those months I spent in the woods. This makes me happy because I am no longer frail looking and I feel better. At least my body does.
When I am done gathering what I need I slide the headstone back into place and stand facing the world before me. I grab the black trench coat from the ground, put it on to conceal my weapons, and I close my eyes and let the wind guide me to the streets of the city.
Before I even open my eyes I know where I am. I can tell by the hip hop pounding in the background. I am close to where I ran into the dealer that supplied my weapons. That’s fine, I need ammo. I walk toward the sound of the busy city streets and scope out the area for the man I need to see. It does not take long to spot him and his bodyguards. I roll my eyes because the minute they see me the men tense and place at least one hand on their weapon.
As fucking if.
“Hey what up?” The dealer raises his chin slightly.
“Can I speak to you in private?”
He laughs under his breath and turns his head looking from one bodyguard to the other. “Baby, ain’t nothing you got to say that my boys here can’t handle.”
I bitch brow him, but decide whatever, if that’s how he wants it, that’s how he’s gonna get it. “I need ammo.”
“Damn girl. How many fools you baggin’? Maybe I need you instead of them.” He points to the men on either side of him.
“Can we cut the shit here? Seriously, all I asked for was some ammo, however, it’s no longer a request.”
“Are you demanding I give you ammo?” He looks at me like I have lost my mind.
Fuck it, I’ll starve, I’m just going to buy it. I hate working with this motherfucker anyways.
I grab each of his body guards by their collars and push them into one another, ramming their heads into each other and knocking them out cold. I grab the drug dealer by his neck and push him violently against the brick wall of the club behind us. People are looking but I don’t care.
“Listen here…wait, what’s your name?”
He doesn’t answer. I feel him swallow hard, his pulse picks up and he tenses under my hand. I reach into his mind and find out for myself.
“Right. Timmy, hmm you’re not so fucking intimidating with the name Timmy. Let me tell you something, Timmy, I will no longer bother you. However if I ever catch you doing shit you shouldn’t be doing like….selling your drugs…I will own your ass. And before you make some really stupid comment, if you ever talk to me, or approach me from this point on, I will cut out your fucking tongue and staple that shit to one of your boy’s balls. We understanding each other?”
“Yeah, Yeah we’re good.” His words are stuttered.
I can’t help the growl that forms in my chest and I let his neck go and walk around the building to the alley.
I can’t lose control of myself.
I start to feel the pull of my Lost Lover. I smell blood, human blood and run down the alley towards the smell. I round the corner and come to an abrupt stop when I see two Rogues cowering over a dead human male. This is the shit that pisses me off, because a human stands no chance against one of them, but two is just un-fucking-fair.
“Hey ass hats.” I yell to get their attention. One immediately looks up at me, in which case I take the opportunity to straight up kick him in the face and he goes flying back away from the body. The other Rogue lunges at me, but I expand my aura and when he hits it he joins his buddy on the ground. They actually get up and start to run, which shocks the hell out of me, because they don’t normally run. I take off after them, trying to keep up.
It’s really hard because the pull of my Lost Lover is growing unusually strong. I follow the Rogues down another more narrow alley way and it’s a dead end. I move quickly and grab my daggers and throw them through the air, each hitting the Rogues in their chest. I hear their screams but the pull of my Lost Lover is so strong now that I feel weak and unable to stand, so I fall with the Rogues. My vision goes black and I fall into nothingness.
I can hear deep voices around me and I panic, not being able to see who the voices belong to. I feel paralyzed though, unable to move because the pull of my Lost Lover is taking me somewhere I have never been before. I get cold and I can feel my body start to tremble. I fight the pull as hard as I can, this has never happened and I am terrified. I feel something warm sliding under my back and then I feel like I am being lifted. I take a deep breath in and a strong male musky scent hits my nose.
Rio.
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