Chapter 15

Vanir would go to any lengths to protect his daughter’s the last part of him, which was human, could still feel and hated it. He wanted to be dead inside and feel nothing. Instead, he had this annoying twinge of guilt. 

He could only get to the witches through the vamps. He had visited the Lycan some days ago, but he couldn’t get anything but the beating of his life. Now it was the words of the vamp head against his, was it? An extortion, a threat. But he knew Blacklaw too well. One of his daughters would be gone by the end of the day. The thought of losing them made his heart bleed. He needed to face him again, beat it out of him. Kill his girlfriend, wife or anyone, anything, everything. All he needed was to get what he wanted, and they would be safe. Racing like hell on the cold asphalt he thought of feeding before he reached his destination. He needed to keep his strength up. Be strong enough to face what was coming.

In preparation for his do or die battle, he needed to feed. In a black sedan, he could see a family of four by his left. 

His canines went into action, in minutes, lifeless bodies laid at the edge of the road, blood stains covered the car doors and pools of blood soiled the highway. Soon news would have it that an animal had attacked the family. That was true, Vanir was no human. He found his way to the same house, determined to get what he wanted. All was at peace when he walked in. The house was dead silent, but he could smell someone. Vanir walked slowly, making sure that beneath his feet, the creaking sound of the wooden floor was avoided. He made his way to the second hallway, he hadn’t seen anyone, but he was damn sure someone was there. It wasn’t Kane-He could never forget his smell, like cold death in the midnight’s dew. This particular one reeked of human blood. Finally, the owner of that strange smell emerged from behind and drove him into the ground. Vanir had anticipated that move, but he just allowed it to happen. He stood up and faced the bastard. 

“Just tell me where the witches are?” Vanir hoped that he could reason with him. He was desperate. 

“There are no witches in this territory, and you shouldn’t be here,” Byrd responded.

“We don’t have to do this. I just need to know who they are, where they are,”

“Go, fuck yourself,” Byrd said in a deadly tone. 

Vanir approached him, remorseless and ready to strike. He knew that Byrd must have supernatural strength, so he closed his eyes, stiffed his body until danger and death radiated from him. Byrd ran towards him, hoping to get him off balance. Vanir parried and in less than a microsecond, he had Byrd by the throat and threw him against the stone wall. Byrd’s shoulder and right arm bones were crushed that instant. A moment of exquisite excruciating prevailed over his body. 

From his jacket, he brought out the mortality oil, in a ridiculously small jar. Byrd knew he was long gone if a drop of that touched his skin. Byrd tried fighting as hard as he could, but his battered arm was a riot of pain and his strength unparalleled to that of Vanir. 

Instead of trying to free his throat instinctively or clawing at his hands as they locked round his neck, Byrd shot his thumbs into his eyes. Though the pain in his arm blazed, he used all his strength to push his eyes backwards into his head. He let go of him and wailed, blood was pouring down his face. Byrd ran clear of him, trying hard to gasp in a lot of air as possible. Vanir just needed a minute to heal, but by that time Byrd had been long gone.

Shit, not again

Fury swept through his erratic veins like a blistering flame. Vanir wasn’t giving up, he girded his loins and sprinted towards the direction he saw Byrd going. But before running off, he left a message on the wall with his blood

The witch

Or die if u wish

He wasn’t really good at sounding poetical or menacing, but this was his best shot. 

Then he headed to the woods smelling and tracing footprints. He travelled north; it was now confusing. He could smell human, real human. Nothing like a hybrid or half-blood like Byrd. Not this time, he didn’t want to kill anymore. Innocent souls had been lost because he wanted to feed. He halted to get the exact spot she stood. He turned left sharply and met Divina’s eyes.

Should he scare her? Or kill her? 

He went for the other option. Exposed his vicious fang and displayed his sinister glittering grey eyes. Divina fainted immediately. Vanir was distracted by the sharp smell of Byrd. He had to get him now. Quickly, he raced towards the direction, just to find Byrd’s shirt on the forest floor.

He wasn’t as dumb as he thought.