Vampire: Part two

Surrounding the doors and windows, making sure all of the possible escape routes are guarded with men. Doors, windows and even the roof are patrolled.

The signal given to a more experienced vampire. Velcant who kicks in the door, as it violently swings open everyone open fires into the small room, blood painting the walls and floor, their life runs red. Taking aim I aim right for her head. Siren was mine.

Shooting through her temple countless times, then four though the heart she collapsed to the floor, her blood pooling around her and eyes rolled back. Now that fire had stopped it gave a chance for a quick look over of the room, gaining confirmation from all positions it was safe, we entered the room.

Walking to Siren’s body I picked up her talisman and put it round my neck to join the other one. Two down, three to go. Taking a proud walk out and back to our cars parked on the other side of the street the group of us vampires still standing at least fifteen of us got into our cars and drove back to the mansion.

Arriving in our home, it was safe here. No werewolf could enter. A home to a Covent of vampires of generations, and everyone who was changed like us. All living under one roof, this was our home.

It was decorated in Victorian furnishings, rich red and gold was seen throughout, and the velvet fabric we acquired to lavish. Dark wood, was used for the doors, stairs, floor, banisters and panelling.

A group of female vampires dressed in dresses and chokers, drinking and smoking whilst giving a disgusted look at me. One of the people who put my ass on the line to make sure they live in comfort. Dressed in leathers, and my hair dripping down my back and a bullet wound in my shoulder, blood dripping on the floor as I make my way to the elder’s chamber.

Standing in front of two solid wooden doors I build up my strength. I crack my neck then politely nock on the door. A husky voice says,
“Come in child”. I do as is asked of me and open the door and take a step in closing the door behind me.
“Come closer” the elder requests. Walking closer I can now smell the smoke from his cigar. When I reach the elder I get to my knees and bow before him.
“Rise child” I stand up and look forward to an older man sitting in a chair by fire light.
“Sir may I report?”
“Go ahead”. I brace myself.
“Sir we have successfully killed another werewolf elder”. A moment of silent as he takes in this news finally he says,
“Which one?”
“This would be Siren, sir”.
“hmm” the sound came from his lips as he stroked his beared, tapping the ash from his cigar.
“Well done, and do you have the talisman?”
“Yes sir, it hangs from my neck”
“Good. Add it to the others in the collection, then visit the doctor downstairs for your wound.”
“Yes sir” I say bowing then I leave the room, closing the door as I leave.

I take the walk to the crypt in the basement of the house in honour of our greatest elder, who gave life to us.

I lay the talisman into the gap in the floor, which corresponds with the shape of the talisman, a squared shape with more pointed corners, a green stone in the centre. It lays next to the other talisman retrieved from their other elder, Marrios. This is a circular shaped talisman with a cross over the middle, with a red stone in the centre. The next three spaces are empty, these elders are still alive.
“Its only time before our vengeance is complete” I say bowing to the crypt, then walk out and up a floor to see the doctor, now that I can feel the wound again, since the adrenalin has worn off.