Bounty Hunter Bash Quest Lock Part Six
The Vampire
Chashathrophogh was growing concerned about his niece. She had not
spoken a word since she had killed that warlock. He wanted to say
something to her, but he just did not know what o say. Sure he had
started the was that she had just did, but he was too busy
killing royals born out of wedlock to even remotely pay any attention
to his shock or trauma. Then when the time did come he had
already had his hands drenched in blood.
Hold on, why do I even care? After all, I did say that blood
didn't matter. So why, oh why am I even remotely concerned for her
well-being? He thought
He just could not understand this
development. He would have dwelt further on this sudden and alarming
shift of personality further if
he had not heard something behind him land with an ever so slight
bounce throughout the carriage. He looked back thinking that his
niece had finally stirred from her shock only for his eyes to rest on
a striking young-looking man with long black hair and deep crimson
eyes, the colour of blood!
He felt his heart skip a beat but flair up in anger as he saw who he
had in his claws. He then saw his fangs dangerously close to his
niece's neck. He used his magic to force her out of his hands before
he could drink a drop of her blood.
He looked at him and smirked almost out of victory. He suddenly felt
his body go stiff and as he blinked he was no longer near er and he
felt his arms around him.
“Hello young boy.” his dark voice whispered into his ear.
He tried to move but he felt his body become weaker and weaker. His
hand moved to his throat. He raised his hand and gripped his wrists
to stop him from choking him, but he found he was too weak. He felt
his hand force him back and with his finger and thumb his head away
exposing the bend of his neck.
Anger and disgust truck his body like lightening as he felt his tong
run across it to get the skin soft. He heard him giggle in his ear.
“What? Didn't you like that?” he asked.
Knowing that he was going to bite into his neck he, for the first
time since he was a teenager, felt fear. He could not control his
heartbeat as it increased. He even started to sweat and tremble.
“Are you afraid little boy?” he asked.
He looked at him with anger.
“I can smell that you are.” he said as he looked at Bounty Hunter
Bash Drew. “Ohh, I must admit, I am surprised to find that
you care for the girl.”
“I-I don't.” he said trying to hide his weakness as she dropped
his hand to his blade.
“Too bad. I would have enjoyed defiling her humanity with
bloodlust.” he sang.
Suddenly his fear was replaced by anger.
“Too bad. You talk too much.” he said as she drew it and then
pierced his heart. He heard a high-pitched scream that almost made
his ear burst. Soon he was covered in the dust. His lip curled. He
made his way to her. He didn't see any puncture marks. He felt
suddenly relieved.
“Bash, you're going to have to take over if you can.” he said as
he collapsed. She looked at him and nodded. It was all too clear that
she was coming out of her shock. However he had one to process.
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