Blood Of Kings (Transfusion Book 3) Page 4

  And I wasn’t wrong, for in my heart, it was nothing short of…

  Torturous.

  Chapter 3

  David and Goliath

  I walked into the living space, following the ghost of Amelia’s past footsteps as she ran into the room and crouched down to nothing. I then looked to Liessa, who just nodded shamefully at my unspoken question. Which meant my girl had been worried about one of my council members. And from the look of things, the significance of the scene was not lost on a certain enforcer of mine. A clear show of concern that now gave Liessa’s husband something to think about, especially seeing as it came from a human.

  After this, I then watched as the auras of the two dead men were sucked from where they now lay dead and were swept backwards to the entrance. Now with the auras in place, the scene started to play out once again, and as soon as the men took one look at Amelia, they decided to each take a side. Both of them did this with their mouths silently moving, no doubt spewing their threats.

  Then Amelia looked down at what I presumed was a knife in her hand before she looked back up at the last to speak and I didn’t need to hear her words to make out her next line,

  ‘Oh, you mean this one…oh, okay then.’ Then she moved her arm back and let the invisible blade fly and I looked down just in time to see the aura fall backwards and land in the body. One now with a very visible blade sticking out of his heart. This made me proud to see that she hadn’t been foolish enough to let the guy live, as she once had. But this time there was no mistake, not like before back at the museum. No, now she was fighting to kill, that much was clear from that single action alone.

  But this was when I knew things were going to get difficult, as one look at the aura still standing and just from the sheer size of him I knew that this was the difficult fight Hakan had spoken of. Well, at the very least I could see from his body, that he had been beaten to a very bloody pulp, and for that, I was more than thankful for. Now, all I could hope for was that her own injuries weren’t half as bad.

  Again, Hakan looked to me as if silently asking me if I was sure I wished to continue and for just a single moment I found myself torn. For one, I needed my people safe and not buried under a hundred tons of rubble. But then after the feeling of dread that had hit me when stepping from the stairwell, I knew I had to fucking know!

  So, I nodded for him to continue and once more, myself and the whole of my council watched as nothing short of a battle between David and Goliath ensued. A fight starting when he ran at her in clear rage after just seeing her kill his comrade. She sidestepped and blocked what must have been a knife in his hand, making me fucking curse, knowing she had no weapon of her own. Damn it, but she shouldn’t have been so hasty in giving up her weapon so soon!

  She brought her knee up and hit him in the gut but seeing the way he was dressed from the dead body, then that move would have little effect for he looked to be wearing a bullet proof vest.

  “FUCKER!” I suddenly roared the second I saw him pick her up by the waist and throw her against the wall! Gods, but I could feel myself losing my shit and fucking quickly!

  “Gods, but she is one tough little…”

  “Don’t you fucking dare finish that Gods be damned sentence!” I snapped at Clay not needing his fucking opinion right now, even if the big bastard was right!

  I watched her stagger from it but then she soon recovered and just in time to as he swiped out at her with what must have been his blade. I was just happy to see that she managed to dodge the blow but then the male’s aura started to motion with his hands, waving them back and to in front of him. He did this about a foot apart and it took me a moment to figure out what he was doing. That was until I could just make out her words, thanks to the distinct moving of the mouth,

  ‘Seriously, just pick a fucking hand would you!’ she told him making Ruto this time unable to resist commenting,

  “Dickhead, what does he think he is doing, like that would fucking scare her!” I decided to let him have this one, for if watching this play out would make him respect her more, then at least one fucking thing arose from this torturous sight!

  She side stepped and continued to block his advances, managing to get a kick to the knee before delivering a bruising blow to his back with her elbow. The move I knew was one that she was hoping would have brought him down, but despite jumping up and putting all her weight into the hit, he was big enough that he stayed on his feet. Instead he swiped out haphazardly behind himself, very nearly catching her once more with his weapon.

  She managed to dodge it again, thankfully, but wasn’t quick enough to completely come out unscathed as she received a hard kick to the stomach, sending her backwards into the piano. Again, I found myself trying to contain my rage at the sight, but unable to stop myself from stepping forward this time, as even some of my council visibly shifted as if they too felt the need to jump in and protect her. This at the very least pleased me to see. However, I just wished it hadn’t come on the back of her getting hurt.

  I watched her curse before she then decided to turn around in what I assumed was to pick up the piano stool.

  “Stop!” I shouted and Hakan paused the smoked figures long enough for me to ask,

  “Can you bring through the stool and his weapon,” as I was curious to see how she intended to use it, as I knew it was most likely a means to protect herself against the oncoming blade. But I wanted to see how she managed it, and after a little extra energy on Hakan’s side, he nodded making it materialize into a thick shadow.

  Of course, it had never been intended for this when I had insisted the instrument had been purchased for her room. For I knew that she played. This had been something I had learned from one of the few trips to Afterlife I’d had no choice but to make. But each time, I had found myself drawn to where inside the large mansion she had been hiding. Then once located, I had spent some time observing her from afar.

  It had been strange watching her in her own domain, as I found myself irrationally jealous that she had been there and not situated safely behind my own walls instead.

  However, I was no fool and knew this was my own doing, as like I said, it was an irrational irritation due to my own past decisions. But this didn’t help, as I then usually forced myself to leave and took my seat at the table of the Kings in a fucking foul mood. And who was there watching me with a curious fucking eye like she knew the exact reasons why…Her mother!

  Of course, after that my mind was never on the meeting, one usually about the Sons of Afterlife and their own prophecy as it was being lived at the time. But soon, even the lost children of our world, the ones each of the Kings had been charged with mentoring had grown and left. Gone after first being shaped by our hand into what destiny had in store for them and were now all currently forging the path for a new future.

  But Amelia had never been included in this, and I knew just from the sight of melancholy on her face as she played the large instrument so beautifully, that she felt the exclusion cut to the core.

  She simply wanted to belong.

  The guilt of this had always plagued me and she would never know why…no one would.

  Which is why later on I would reflect on my time there and quickly made a promise to myself that after this particular visit, that when the time finally came, then I would get her a piano to play on. Just in case she wished to indulge in the pastime and share with me the clear talent she had. Because it had to be said, she was most certainly a natural and very few things until that point had captivated me so intently.

  But, looking back on that day then I would have said the shy, sweet young girl of eighteen, one sat getting lost in the music, was a far cry from the ghost of a girl that faced me now. Especially when I watched her brutally run at him with the legs of the piano stool facing his chest. Legs she meant to stab into him and managing it as one struck him in the shoulder, effectively pinning him to the wall for a short time.

  “Fuck, Yeah!” This time it was Caspian w
ho shouted at her victory but unfortunately it was short lived as her foe roared in pain as he started bringing himself closer to her. Doing so despite the narrow leg that traveled further into his flesh. This way he could wield his blade at her once more but with a knowing grin she suddenly twisted the seat and finally forced the blade from his hand. His head followed the motion of both shadowed blade and stool flying off to one side before they hit the wall above the sofa.

  I had to admit, I found myself breathing slightly easier now that blade was out of the equation. Especially when his smokey aura kept his head turned long enough after watching the blade’s trajectory, giving Amelia the chance to uppercut him in the chin. It hit hard enough that he went back a few steps. My council all cheered her on in a subtle way, no doubt not to set me off into another rage, but I had to say, the sight was encouraging. Not only to see her knocking back a much larger opponent, but also that my council were all naturally rooting for her.

  It also looked to have caused damage too, as he even raised a hand to his face before looking down at his palm, which I easily guessed meant that he was awarded the sight of his own blood. I watched her mouth something at him and given her cocky grin, I could imagine it was something witty and in the moment. He spit off to one side and looked to have screamed something at her in rage. She responded back and then kind of stopped, cocked her head slightly to the side and started smiling before speaking again.

  “There was music playing when I gained consciousness,” Liessa informed me, telling me that Amelia must have actually been commenting on the song playing. I swear I would have shaken my head at her if in that moment he wasn’t swinging a right hook at her, one she thankfully managed to block. Then there were two more after this in quick succession that again she blocked. But then my biggest fear played out as I watched the heavy bastard take her off guard and getting in a blinding punch to the face, one strong enough it knocked her to the floor.

  “FUCK!” I roared as she landed hard on the coffee table before rolling to the floor next to the sofa.

  “Gods!” Liessa hissed through her teeth and even Clay, Percy Caspian and Ruto now looked concerned for her.

  “FUCKING STOP!” I bellowed just as the figure crouched over her and grabbed what looked like a handful of her hair yanking her head back. The scene paused and I raked a furious hand through my hair before turning away from the fucking nightmare playing out the past like some sick twisted Greek tragedy!

  “My Lord I…”

  “Sire…”

  “Luc I…”

  “Shut the fuck up, all of you!” I roared again the second my council all started to speak. Gods be fucking damned! I wanted to kill so badly I nearly dragged the unconscious one in here just for someone to feel the same pain my Amelia had. Only by my hand it would be felt tenfold!

  But then I knew I might be killing an asset and that would have been foolish and rash. I swear I just couldn’t watch anymore, as it was fucking torture of the worst kind! But then I also knew that I couldn’t not see this through to the end. She deserved that and my devotion in all forms was hers.

  But most of all, I needed to know if she was alright and what type of injuries she had sustained. I also wanted to know what had been done to her so when the time came for making all responsible pay, then I wanted this memory in my mind fueling my demon’s wrath to ensure that I inflicted the right amount of torture in return. And well, so far, their crimes were weighty enough to drown them in their own fucking blood!

  Even hung, strung and quartered was too quick for them. I would tear them piece by little Gods be damned piece until they had been begging me for hours to end their suffering! One I would never grant, for where I intended to send them, would make their torture an hourly occurrence.

  “Continue!” I snapped making Hakan look to the others in an unsure manner.

  “My Chieftain, I could…”

  “I said fucking continue!” This time the order came from my demon, one that each of them knew was far too close to the surface than he had ever been before. At least without control or allowance to do so. But seeing as I was currently one of the most dangerous and powerful beings on the planet, and one on the fucking edge of losing my shit at that, well it meant a very real Hell breaking loose was on the horizon. And the only thing that would calm me now was watching my girl kill this mother fucker in the most painful of ways!

  “Yes, but of course,” Hakan said bowing, and with a wave of his hand the figures once more continued, starting with the agonizing reality of watching as my Chosen One’s head was slammed down into the floor. Which meant painfully watching as my mind conjured up all the blood now gushed from her nose from the jarring blow. I thought this was the worst of it, but unfortunately, I was about to find out that it could in fact, get so much worse.

  “Oh shit.” This came from Ruto.

  “Fuck no.” This from Clay.

  “Oh Gods!” This from Liessa and lastly, a horrified gasp from Percy. The other two kept their composure, I on the other hand, the second I saw him lifting her torn skirt and then lean back to undo his pants…well…

  I. FUCKING. LOST. IT!

  I felt my other form bursting through without restraint, and long gone were the wings of a phoenix, or the eyes of the sun. This time it was all my former demon and more now being mixed with the Venom of God! My once damaged wings of skin stretched over fingers of bone like some demonic bat, were now back to ones untortured.

  These I felt spanning the length of the two horns that had grown from the inferno on my back, harnessed straight from Hell’s fiery rivers. My hands burned away any leather that covered the one I kept concealed, allowing my people to see the hand of a Titan left behind for the first time. One that was black and charred with the power of Tartarus flowing beneath the cracked skin, glowing and pulsating as it begged me to deliver the destruction upon the Earth it was always pressing me to do.

  A destruction it was capable of.

  I felt my size increase to a size even Caspian would fear, as I literally became more powerful than Lucifer himself. The reason being why now even he feared me, if ever I was back in the realm in which I had been reborn into.

  Because like this, I was quite literally,

  The end of fucking days, with power of Gods fueling my veins!

  My people all quickly gave me a wide berth, moving back to the other side of the room with Caspian, rightly so, putting himself between me and his woman. I would have done the same thing if Amelia had been in the room but as it turned out, I couldn’t even save her from being…

  “FUCKING RAPED BY A MORTAL BASTARD!” The last of this dark thought was bellowed out by my demon that had enough power to crack the walls and floor where I stood, shaking the already unsteady foundations of Transfusion. And somewhere deep down inside me, I knew that my club wouldn’t be able to take much more and that I needed to calm the fuck down. Especially if I was to be any good, for not only to my people, but more importantly to my Chosen One. My girl who was still out there somewhere and fucking needed me!

  Which included keeping my shit together, something Hakan was trying to achieve. As it was only he who braved close proximity with me and I was soon to understand why.

  “Look, My Sire, my Chieftain, look now, for you will miss her wrath if you do not calm enough to look,” he implored,

  “LOOK AT WHAT, MY WOMAN GETTING…”

  “No, but her revenge! Watch now and you will see!” he beseeched again, stopping me before my rage could consume my senses once and for all. So, I did as he said and forced myself and my fucking demon to look at her and what we saw astounded us all. For I could see that she was faking submission, lying still and waiting for when he let his guard down and get close enough for whatever it was in her hand to do its job.

  I wondered if it was the knife that might have travelled behind the sofa and within her reach. One by one everyone inched forward so as not to miss what happened next and I had to say, it was thank the Gods, worth waiting fo
r!

  His aura leaned over her, getting close to whisper something vulgar in her ear and something no doubt that would have been more than enough for me to rip his still beating heart out of his chest. Then she suddenly reached across herself and hammered something into his head, making him fall back from her before gaining his feet as clear panic set in. You could then see the way his mouth opened as he no doubt started screaming.

  But I wasn’t watching the vile mortal, I was watching my girl and I swear the pride I felt was beyond compare to anything else in this world. Especially now when watching her get swiftly to her feet, seemingly unphased as she merely made a gesture as if to wipe the blood from her face on the back of her arm.

  Then she focused back on her enemy and it clearly wasn’t enough that she had stabbed him in the face. For her next crowning glory came in the form of her yanking the weapon from what looked to be his eye, before then kicking out his knees and making him go down this time. Then she grabbed a smoky handful of what I assumed to be his hair and said something to him just before she yanked his head back and rammed the weapon then into his neck.

  Then she closed her eyes as she held on until what time I didn’t know, my guessing was until the sound of his death. After this she yanked her weapon free and let go, where the aura fell forward and like the others, landed face forward into the real bloodied vessel.

  But soon after this point, I was forced to watch her capture, as she dropped her weapon when she was shot. This was with what I assumed was a tranquilizer, as she was too important to them to risk killing. But still knowing the fact did nothing to ease the pain at seeing it, especially when I could easily make out it was by Layla’s hand.

  Gods but that bitch was going to die soon!

  I took a deep breath, now calming myself in the knowledge that she had won, despite how it ended. As, all in all, she had been fucking spectacular and if she had been here right now, then nothing in this world or the next would have stopped me from fucking her raw! Doing so as I uttered the three words I had still yet to say, but by the Gods was now unashamed in my fucking desperation to say them!