Dead Blood {The call of the Dhamphir(11)}

Makalo rose from the bed which he currently was sharing with Kara. Normally he would wait until she rose before leaving her presenses. But there was something off in the house.

Why was she here? No one knew of his travels. Where was Sheri? Whispers seemed to be following him down the hallway. It was being illuminated by modern light. Yet the light still casts shadows every step he took.

The whispers became clearer.

“Sheri when are you going to tell your guest of the current situation.”

“Mitchel do not rush me. Once he awakens I will find a way to tell him.”

“You have given him false hope all these centuries. Why Sheri?”

“Hope is never false. Any way the truth will be told so.”

Makalo swept into to the room to see Sheri sitting across the large dining room table with a gentlemen he had never met before.

“Makalo you have awaken. I see Kara prowess had not worn you out.”

“What is it that I need to know?”

“He sure get’s to the point, doesn’t he Sheri?” the gentlemen said as he lift his glass to lips to drink.

“Sit Makalo and have a drink with us. I have fifty year old Irish blend. A bit innocent and a bit naughty.”

“How did you get that particular blend to last without it congealing?”

“Oh I can not tell my secrets can I?” she said as took another sip.

Makalo waited until the servant finished pouring his drink and took a sip. Then politly sit the contents in a hankerchief.it. Something was definatly off here. No vampire can drink aged blood and not get ill.

“Now down to business.” The gentlemen said as he rose with his glass in hand.

His smell was off, his skin slightly off and his speech held an accent that he could not place yet.

“Yes what is it that you want to inform me Sheri.”

“That you are not to come here any longer. I was informed by your father that you are going against the pure vampiric society. You are lucky you are alive Makalo. Why don’t you give up what ever plan you have devised?”

Makalo pushed the glass away. This was not Sheri. She did not care of the purity of vampires. She would love it to be watered down as much as possible.

“Who are you?”

“I told you who I am didn’t I? If I didn’t sorry. My name is Mitchel Pavillio.” He said then bowed.

“Pavillo. The necromancer. You gave us blood from the dead.”

“On the contrary when I raise them, I give them that spark of life and the blood losens a bit and I catch it right at that perfect moment.”

“There is no perfect moment. That is why Sheri is acting as if she has lost her mind. Her brain is probably filled with maggots as we speak.”

“Makalo I am in my right mind.”

“No you are not. You are under his control.” Makalo rose from his seat and walked towards Mitchel. The color in his eyes were gone. Dark and anger filled them.”

“Stay back. I will end Sheri’s immortal life in an instant and your Kara as well.”

“What is it that you want?”

“Kill your son. Rid us of this bliath on the pure name of vampire.”

“Why do you care of our pure name? Your a bliath as well. Who hired you?”

Mitchel did not answere but snarled a bit at the insult.

“Careful Makalo. I will end them. Then end you.”

Makalo realized that he really thought he drank that filth. He made it to his advantage.

“I can not kill my son. I created him.” He said almost in a whisper.

“Yes you did now you must end him.”

Makalo sat in the chair with his head hung low. He heard when Mitchell stepped away from Sheri. He stood up and was be hind him before he realized that he even moved. Once the realization hit his neck was snapped and his body hit the floor.

Makalo went to sheri and looked into her eyes. She was being eaten alive by those awful things. There was only one way to get them out and he hated to do that to his dear friend and ally.

He lifted her up and walked to the lounge chair. There by the fire place were long stick matches. He struck two and immediately pushed them up her nose. Then another two and stuck them in her ears.

Little white maggots began to flee from her body. Through her mouth and eyes. When he pulled the matches out they escaped from there as well. He continued to do this until her body was purged from those insects.

Once done he took her to her room for her to rest. She will be ravenous when she wakes. His job was not complete. He had to attend to Kara. That was going to prove difficult since he had developed feelings for her.

He pushed himself to do what must be done. That night was filled with screams and anger. Too bad he could not rise again so he could kill Mitchell Pavilloall over again.

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Adorjan dressed quickly and grabbed his bags. Creya was waiting for him dowm stairs.

“Stay away from me Creya. I will do this on my own.”

“That is good to hear. Then I will just be around to make sure that you do.”

It bothered him that he could not trust her. He never felt as alone as when he lost the only person he could someday consider a friend. Now he just wanted to be away from her and Ina.

“Jan let her follow part of the way. If you can a reason for her to return she will. Until then just humor us.”

“I should not do anything you ask.”

“True but you will.” Ina turned her back to them and returned to making some weird orange blue concoction.

They left and once the door closed, Adojan slammed Creya against the door. You try anything like that again. your blood will not be the only first I will ever have done. I will kill you.”

Adorjan meant every word he said and for the first time Creya got a glimpse of the killer he could be and she was afraid.

I hope you all are enjoying the story. Comments and likes are appreciated and tell a friend. Until next time. Fia xoxox