'Wing It'

Dom:

Lunging forward, dodging the first changeling that snapped out, swiping its claws through the air barely missing my face as my fists slammed into his sternum, launching his ass back into the two females rushing straight at me. Flipping backward, slashing another male across his belly as sticky crimson splattered against the stone floor in a satisfying melody of wet hollowness. Drop-kicking a female as her fangs sliced through the thick leather of my boots, curb-stomping her jaw like a melon as it crunched under my foot with a hissing whimper.

“Don’t kill them if possible.” Shouting out over my shoulder, dodging a female jumping through the air like a spider monkey, slashing her claws across my back with a growling hiss as the stinging heat rushed through my body in a raging wave of blistering heat.

“A LITTLE LATE FOR THAT DOM!” Chris growled out as his bloody hands tossed away the head of a male, kicking the headless body into another male running up the wall fixing to pounce on him.

“Just try.” Growling out in annoyance, flipping over Elias’ back as he snapped the neck of a female rendering her unconscious until her body fused her severed vertebrae back in place. Sweeping over the chaos counting our remaining targets.

“These bastards are insane.” Roger hissed out, hammer fisting a female down to the ground before snapping her neck, donkey kicking a male in the face trying to attack from his blindside.

“Bailey was worse.” Grappling with a male against the stone wall, shoving his face into the rough stone as his claws ripped and slashed at my sides, thrusting my knee into his groin to stun him long enough to snap his neck. Brushing my hands clean as his unconscious body slid down the wall into a slumped sitting pose.

“Bravo! Bravo!” Snapping around to the smug smile flashing his enjoyment as he sat on the stone stairs, clapping out in mock victory.

“Motherfucker!” We lunged at him in unison as his swirling black mist of bats swept him away, appearing behind mom’s limp body, swiping his finger through the air, lifting her up before disappearing again.

“SON OF A BITCH!” Elias snarled out, kicking the unconscious male at his feet.

“Fucking coward.” Counting the unconscious bodies scattered across the stone floor, looking at the guys pacing around like ticking time bombs.

“We need to secure the live ones. I don’t need any more surprises while we handle business.” Ben hissed in disgust dragging a male and female by the ankle and wrist towards one of the empty cells.

“Where do you think he’s hiding them?” Elias grumbled in protest, quickly dragging two males behind Ben, tossing them nonchalantly into the cell with a smug smirk as they crashed into the stone wall.

“Right. What I was trying to explain before our impromptu ‘Death Match’, Atlas found something…” Growling out in protest as ‘Smells Like a Freak Show’ by Avatar echoed from my pocket, smiling at the tilted smirks answering the damn thing.

“Baby now is not…”

“Dom, shut up for a second and listen.” Atlas rushed out the words as Morgan and Malik chanted in the background.

“He’s in the Castle.” Rolling my eyes at her excited tone, pointing to the phone with a smile mouthing ‘He’s in the Castle’.

Receiving exacerbated eye rolls and flailing hands.

“Yes Baby, I know. We just had an impromptu ‘Death Match’ with thirteen…” Looking between the guys quickly to confirm the number with quick nods. “Thirteen changelings, killing six. He has mom in an unconscious state, we just finished securing the unconscious ‘bloodsuckers’ so we can hunt that Bastard down.” Slamming the cell door shut, wrapping a chain around the locking mechanism to ensure they stay put until we can stabilize them, again.

“Don’t float your boat too much. He has Elicia in the same location, and Bailey is missing. He probably has them somewhere in the lower castle. Morgan and Malik are currently trying to counter the enchantment so we can send in help. More than half of Demon Wolf is in a ‘deep sleep’, and the only ones not affected are of royal blood, witch, bear, or vampire on our side. Hilo is M.I.A. Have no clue about the kingdom situation because you were in the archives, now in the lower level of the castle.”

“Okay, I haven’t had a chance to fill the guys in all the way about earlier. You get back to helping Morgan and Malik counter the enchantment, and we’ll deal with our guest. Love you.” Pulling the phone away from my ear.

“Love you, don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” Chuckling at her words as the call disconnected, leaving me with questioning stares.

Checking the slash wounds on my sides as they finished healing with a soft crackling of red sparks.

“Right. In a nutshell, Helmer has to perform a reversal ceremony to regain his power that was bound to the ‘Blood Seal’. In order to do that, he has to plunge the dagger of his bloodline into the heart of the bounded on the sacred lands of his bloodlines firstborn, not only will he regain his powers but also the powers of the bounded individual. Now that we are on the same page, Let’s Fucking Go!” Sprinting away before questions were launched at me.

“Over our Dead Bodies!” Grinning at their growling declarations as they followed hot on my heel, sprinting down the long stone hallway leading to the Nightshade catacombs. Breaking past the arched doorway into the ceremonial chamber, skidding to a stop as the stone tombs of the original Royal Elites began to quake with growling roars as the thick stone lids exploded into chunks of flying debris.

“NOW WHAT!!” Shouting out in annoyance, dodging the flying projectiles with growling snarls as they slammed into our backs and legs, deflecting the heavy pieces with our arms covering our faces.

“Dude, no one said anything about a ‘Fucked up’ version of the ‘Rings and Skyrim’ Draugr-Witch King looking Motherfuckers.” Ben snarled out dusting off the debris with a coughing grunt of cloudy dust, waving our hands to clear the floating dust from our sight to see ‘What the Hell’ he was talking about.

“Fuck-Me-Running. Dominic, please tell me you know how to take these bastards down?” Roger grumbled out angrily as four massive mummified-looking creatures crawled out from their crumbling stone tombs, lifting up long swords with grunting growls as their Royal armor clinked and clanked with their movements. Their glowing bluish-red orbs zeroed in on us scanning over the room for weapons.

“Not Really. I guess we ‘wing it’ like always.” Scrambling out of the way as a long sword swung through the air missing Elias’ head by inches, only to dodge another attack as he rolled across the debris-littered floor with his arms tucked tightly to his panting chest.

“This is a ‘Fucking Distraction’,” Chris screamed jumping over the crumbled tombs avoiding the angry-looking ‘Knight of the Walking Dead’ swinging its sword like it was chopping down an invisible brush.

Running towards the entrance of the catacombs, rolling under the collision of two swords as they clanged angrily in a harmony of solid metal, backpedaling as a swirling black mist draped the opening, snapping out spiky tendrils to keep us trapped with our new guests.

“Have you tried using magic?” Shouting over my shoulder as the guys struggled to avoid the creatures, ducking, weaving, rolling out of the way of swinging swords slammed back into the stone wall by a chunk of flying stone.

“Jeez Dom, any more bright ideas?” Chris growled out a chuckle, sliding across the floor throwing out a weak ball of swirling fire, smashing into the side of a tomb as the creature reared back with a screeching growl.

“He didn’t like that too much.” Chris quickly jumped over the tomb before the sword came crashing down with a thunderous explosion of splintering stone and duct.

Elias and Roger tried a lightning-wind combo, knocking one of the creatures back a few steps before it snapped back with a strange roaring shout tossing them back into the stone wall. Noticing the black mist not reacting to one of the creatures as it walked by, lifting the sword up with both arms before slamming it back down, barely missing Ben’s crotch as he scrambled backward.

“I have an idea.” Chucking a piece of stone at the creature closest to me, sneering at it as it rushed at me lifting its sword. Making sure I was close enough to the swirling black mist before dodging out of the way, grabbing onto its armor as it slipped through the mist. Releasing quickly as gravity did her magic, watching the creature tumble down the massive stone stairwell into the underground burial chambers before it smashed into pieces at the bottom.

“Hitch a Ride, Guys!” Shouting through the mist, sprinting down the stairs as the collision of metal and hollowed body parts tumbled down the stone stairs, jumping out of the way as the next victim succumbed to the violent impact of solid ground and moving body parts.

“Crazy Bastard!” Chris laughed excitedly, jumping into my arms as the next victim came crashing down the stairs with Elias tangled in a grapple hold of flailing limbs.

“Fuck you! You piece of rotten shit!” Elias jumped to his feet, spitting on the growling head before punting it across the burial chamber.

“INCOMING!” Ben and Roger came barreling down the stairs, jumping over the sides of the stairs as the largest of the creatures spiraled down the steps like a rolling tire. Arm flying off one way, a leg in the opposite direction before face-planting with a roaring screech.

“I hate Mummies.” Ben caught us off-guard with his movie cliché, fist-bumping him in a hearty bought of laughter as we tossed the remaining heads away from the flinching and crawling limbs.

“Everyone good?” Pointing between our beaten and battered appearances with firm nods as we navigated deeper into the catacombs. Remembering Dad’s history lesson of the original ancestors being buried in the center chamber room, which was coincidently positioned under the Throne Room of the upper castle.

“I forgot how massive the lower level was,” Roger spoke lowly as we scanned over the massive stone pillars holding up the cathedral ceilings with vivid murals of the Vampire History painted throughout.

“Yeah, the Nightshade’s are one of the original bloodlines. Rainer and Stefan were twin brothers, notice the twin reference, but every generation of Nightshade produced twins, except for me because my mother was lycan. The original vampire that started it all was Ambrogio in ancient Greek. Apollo cursed him with sensitivity to light, and Artemis cursed him with the weakness against silver, but she took pity on him and gave give the ability of ‘immortality’.”

“We stand corrected. Desmond Junior.” Chris flashed a cheeky grin with sharp laughter from his brothers as we approached the center chamber feeling a heaviness in the cool air. “Oh, piss off!” Snarling back at them as we neared the entrance to the central burial chamber.

A strange rush of static heat slammed through us, catapulting our asses across the room as all Hell broke loose with a thunderous ethereal voice reverberating through the massive stone chamber.

Were we too late?