Chapter 36

A few yards away, he stood behind the bush with his camera. He had been tracking them for a while. Kyle had been watching Divina since the party. First, it started as a crush then it graduated to stalking. When he heard that Divina was missing, he thought they were putting all that to cover their secret. A secret he couldn't reach. Kyle's eyes caught Divina and a tall muscular guy walking out of the house. Quickly he took his camera and took two quick shots.
Where are you going you two?
He took three quick clicks then zoomed in before taking four more.
Oh, Nice costumes.
Then Kyle heard footsteps behind. He turned, no-one. He had to get more shots, maybe it was just the wind. Then he heard another rustling sound. Quickly he brought out his pocketknife.
Fear gripped him like he was a fish on the hook. That initial shock. In an instant the being caught him by the neck. Kyle was chocking. The being was Kane's little nephew-Byrd. Kyle was definitely going to die but not without a struggle. He used the pocketknife to stab him below his ribs. Byrd just yanked it off like it was a little pin. Snapped his neck in an instant, fangs exposed he began feeding.
He stopped feeding on the spur of the moment. He could perceive a strange smell. Another being was present. Byrd turned to engage Amy. The worried mother was still looking for her daughter and was on her way home when she thought she saw something move so fast. She trailed the movement there.
Byrd recognized her immediately.
Shit.
Amy was about to blast him, but he was too fast. He caught her and in one swift move- snapped her neck. Amy was far gone even before she had time to defend herself.
***
"A Bitch Witch," She cursed.
"That son of a bitch was always lucky,"
She turned away from the urge to pull another flier and unlocked one of the sliders with her mind. The penthouse's three walls of glass were completely bulletproof, but they didn't filter sunlight. Not that she would have stayed there during the day even if it did.
It wasn't a home.
As she stepped inside, the place and what she used it for pressed into her as if the force of gravity were different there. After exposing herself to much danger she failed still to get the job done. What she needed now was a particularly enjoyable time.
The walls and the ceiling and the marble floors of the sprawling one-room spread were black. So were the hundreds of candles that she could light at his will.
The only thing that could be classified as furniture was a king-sized bed that she'd never used. The rest was equipment: The table with the restraints. The chains which were mounted onto the wall. The masks and the ball gags, the whips and the canes and the chains.
All for her followers.
She took off his leather jacket and tossed it onto the bed, then ditched her shirt. She always kept her leathers on during the sessions. No one there had ever seen her completely naked. No one except for her brother and that was when they were kids.
Candles flared at her command, the liquid light rebounding off the glossy floor before it got sucked up by the black dome of the ceiling. Nothing romantic in the air existed. That place was a cave where the profane and other wild rituals were performed on the willing, and the light only existed to ensure proper placement of leather and metal, hands and fangs, legs on pegs.
"I will kill him; I would get a hold of his kingdom."
***
Walking out of the house, they got into Pa’s truck. They didn’t want to waste any time. Divina was driving. She still had the vindictive stance all plastered on her countenance. It displayed itself in the way she controlled the wheel. In minutes they had arrived on highway. Kane could read through her thoughts. The speedometer read 210km/hr on a highway of forty miles. She was going to get herself killed even before battle.
Kane knew she wouldn't answer. He noticed a woman who wanted a lift immediately he put his hands out the window and began waving frantically at the lady when they were still miles away. Divina decelerated. She heard Kane talk to the woman, but it all sounded incoherent to her. The woman got in the back seat.
As the car shot forward, Divina and Kane began noticing vamps up ahead.
Shit
Straightaway a vamp jumped on the bonnet of the truck. Divina avoided being run off the road by a truck coming towards them. With swift sudden movement, the vamp punched through the windshield and tried to grab Divina, but her hand was ready with a blade. She plunged it into his neck and twisted. It tore his throat open as she ducked down under the steering wheel while the car crashed into a house off the road.
There was a spectacular explosion of wood and brick as the vehicle smashed through the front window. The screech of metal and shattering glass was deafening. Without hesitation she leapt through the shattered windshields and rolled of her hood, flinging silver knives at anything that moved towards her. Kane knew to duck, and shouts of pain accompanied the hiss of the steaming engine, which coughed and wheezed in its death throes.
Scotch was in the remains of the front room along with approximately twenty-five other vampires. Mother of God, there were more of them than they had anticipated. The lady was shoved into a corner, hands and feet tied together. Her wide, disbelieving eyes were fixed on Divina. The red haze of fury she'd carefully controlled since she saw Melissa last remained her drive. It erupted inside her and she let it consume any terror. A snarl of vengeance from her throat and eyes blazed with emerald fire.
Kane took advantage of the distraction. He brought out dangling irons from a hidden spot and wrapped it around the neck of the nearest vampire. With a merciless jerk of the links the vamp's head snapped off and Kane whirled a blur of speed to the next one.
Three vamps jumped at Divina. Their teeth were murderously extended, but so were her knives. She darted away from their fangs while landing punishing blows with her legs, tripping one of them. At once she was on him, gouging his heart and shredding it in one slash before rolling over once more to repeat the same process with the next two.
One black-haired vamp had the presence of mind to go to the lady at the back. Launching herself airborne, she practically flew across the room to land on his back. Silver swished and buried into his heart just as his hands almost touched her. Just one cruel twirl of the knife finished him, and then she was knocked off her feet by a punishing blow and pitched forward. Instead of fighting it, she let her body curl under, and the attacker arced over her head instead of stumbling her. None of them were prepared for her speed. He was skewered to the wall behind him before he had time to pounce again, staring stupidly at the silver hilt jutting from his chest.
Divina pulled the back door of the car open.
"Get outside now, go!" she screamed.
That was the first time, Kane heard her speak. No, not speak- shout.