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A Twist Of A Vampire’s Fate XLIX

Tonight Is The Night Part II
TIBRADDEN WOOD (PINE FOREST)
Dublin, Ireland

Dracon and his clan scored the dense fog. He sniffed the air. His senses advised him Seneca and his clan were in route. He sniffed the air once gain. He did not smell the aroma of Naynina’s essence.

“Men, we need to break up, and everyone is to stick to the original plan.” Dracon, from experience know dealing with Seneca and his fruitless war epic was going to be bloody battle.

“Dracon be advised Seneca’s men are known to camouflage, therefore everyone watch the tress.”

“Not this time, Seneca is bringing this war to me as a vampire to vampire, man to man.”

Each one of Dracon’s clansmen looked toward his way.

Dracon’s lieutenant cleared his throat. “And how would you know this, Dracon.”

“This time, I am in his mind.”

Dracon’s lieutenant looked at Dracon.

“But…but that is impossible.”

“Men, I do know Seneca’s next move before, he even thinks it.”

Dracon held his palm up.

“Do not ask questions I cannot provide the answers for. Seneca and his men will be traveling by horses.”

“Horses.”

“Yes, a man’s fate is determined by the beast he rides in or on. When this battle is over, there will be vampire bloodshed, take into consideration, it will be more his clan this mine. Therefore, if you want to be included in that statistical of more ours than his; keep your eyes and your ears attuned, there is no time for any mistakes. This clan have a duty to uphold peace, but when our hands our tide, we defend our honor, and we fight to the death.”

Dracon’s clan war cry echoed out.

INNISCORRIG CASTLE
Dublin, Ireland


Naynina’s eyes rolled open. She felt so weak. Her blurry eyes adjusted to the darken bedroom. She lifted her head; it instantly met the pillow again. She lifted her head once again and pivoted. She saw the shadowy figure of two men sitting in chairs near the door.

“He…help me.”

The raspy of Naynina’s vice caught the attention of the two men.

Both men flashed over to the bed. Their flags instantly descended.

One of the vampire’s crawled between Naynina’s thighs and positioned himself on his stomach. He licked over her inner thigh. He bobbled his head backwards and then sank his fangs into Naynina’s inner thigh.

Naynina was too weak to moan out. She felt another set of fangs sink into her wrists. Her eyes fluttered and then closed.

“Naynina fight this self-inflicted incarceration.”

“Mother,” Naynina mumbled out.

“Fight it, be who you are destined to be, A vampire fairy princess. Fight child.”

Naynina slowly opened her eyes. She looked up at the ceiling. She squeezed her eyes close.

Thunder followed by rain and a gust of wind swirled around in the bedroom.

Naynina lifted one of her chained wrist and snapped the enclosure.

Both men looked over as Naynina broke the closure from off the second handcuff.

“Get that bitch before she escapes.”

Naynina held her palm up stopping the progress of the two men’s progression. She flanked both of her hands out.

Both men were lifted from off their feet.

Naynina pointed an index finger at both men, and then spaced them.

Each man sailed backwards out the window.

Naynina rose from off the bed. She ran over to the window and looked down.

Both men bodies met the fence, two iron spikes were erected through their chests.

Naynina closed her eyes. She sniffed the air. She smelled Seneca, and then she smelled Dracon’s scent.

“Shit.”

Naynina looked around the bedroom. She hurried over to the bed and lifted the robe. She quickly put it on. Naynina ran over to the door and opened it.

The cool air of the dimly lit corridor welcomed her.

“Get her.”

Two men ran up to Naynina.

Naynina grabbed the lit torch from off the cobblestone wall. She ran up to the men, swooped down, and hit both men in the knees. She stood and stuck the first men in his abdomen with the burning torch; she kicked the other man backwards.

The man landed on his back. She snatched the torch from out the first man’s stomach, and then ran over to where the second man was rising.

Naynina smacked the man across the face with the torch, and then stabbed him in the center of his chest. The man’s body dropped to the floor, and then scribbled up before turning to dust.

Naynina looked backwards, the other man’s body was still on fire. Naynina returned to the man’s side. She looked up and pointed to the ceiling. She quickly hammered her hand.

The chandelier dropped from the ceiling and crushed the man’s chest.

The small light bulbs cracked upon impact.

Naynina looked down. She tied her robe belt and descended the steps.

“Wait.” She returned and lifted a gun from off the concrete floor. She immediately checked the chamber. “Silver bullets, seriously.” She closed the chamber back.

Naynina dropped the weapon in the pocket of her robe and descended the stairwell.


Copyright©SKC-2020
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
This is a chapter from one of my many published novels. I will be adding a chapter until the finality of this novel

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