The Vloodmir Vampires

AVAILABLE FOR KINDLE PURCHASE ON AMAZON // When a lust for equality and desire to break free from a tight autocratic structure forces itself into the hearts of the fed-up, hero's will rise. But when one large plan is altered by those on the side lines, who will fall and who will take the power from the Vloodmirs? But most of all, who will survive and who will die? Will secrets be leaked and will lovers become haters of one another?
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28. Chapter Twenty Five

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

 

LET’S WATCH it BURN

 

Quinn stood in the ballroom, the flames surrounding him. His mind was full of thoughts of terror; he could hear his own fear loud and clear, but his staff was keeping the flames at bay. His brother was somewhere else, probably leading a raid. Quinn was tiring though. There was no way he could keep these flames at bay. But he had to, somehow. He had to escape.

 

Quinn had left his group to go in search of anything that could be of use. Pointing his staff at the flames before him, a path was cleared. ‘Clearly there were some benefits to being made in a lab.’ Quinn thought, sprinting through, the flames missing him completely. The need to find his brother drove him and made him move faster. He had to move slower, at a mortal’s speed. “Quincy!” He yelled. He had to find his twin. It was a necessity. Peering into room to room, Quinn began to feel frantic. Ten minutes went by and Quinn had searched the entire Manor. Hope was starting to fade and Quinn was starting to think that his brother had either been burnt or staked – maybe even both.

 

Sure enough, a strong, yet feeble voice called out and Quinn’s eyes wandered up find his twin perched on a marble beam. It was shocking that the beam hadn’t fallen yet with all the flames licking the building and trying to get it to fall to the ground. But it wasn’t going to. Clearly Snow had invested his time in someone to keep this place protected. But that begged the question of who and why.

 

Quincy leapt down onto the floor, into the safe zone with no flames. Quincy was glad for that at least – at least he wasn’t going to die in a burning building. “This is awesome!” Quincy laughed, his child like manner of destruction coming through. It was rare that it was seen – in fact, Quinn wasn’t sure if he had ever seen it, but it was in human nature that things, when burst and destroyed which had been oppressing you for a manner of years came to fall, it felt good. But it was day one, and deep down in his heart, Quinn knew that the looming battle before them wasn’t going to be won as easily.

 

“Do you think Evie’s going to kill us?” Quincy asked, a little bit of fear tinged his voice. It was natural that he was afraid of Evelyn. She had started out being nice, but then it all hit the pan and it went wrong. Quincy had to admit that the Takeover had changed Evelyn in ways neither wanted it to be.

 

*

 

Evelyn was waiting outside the burning manor. The flames hadn’t done much, but it was a start. It had only been one day, but the plan was going wrong and havoc was being wrecked. She was pacing, unawares of the other groups behind her. “Miss Parker!” One of them called out, “Are you alright? Are you impressed! It actually took-” They were all silenced with a volt of electricity shocking from one person to the next.

“You were given set instructions to follow, by me.” She snarled, clenching her fists and baring her fangs. Anger was making her use up more blood, and she knew that she would have to feed soon, but for now she wanted to ensure that they all felt bad.

“We were told by a few of the people in charge . . .” one of the younger Vampires, Christian informed Evelyn. His voice shook, and despite being the leader of the first group, not informing Evelyn had been a huge mistake on his part.

“And who told you?” Evelyn asked. It was clear there was only one way to survive the question and those in team Alpha and Beta weren’t going to give up the answer without a fight.

 

Her question was answered by silence.

 

“I’m not going to ask again . . .” Evelyn warned, clenching her fists, sparks falling to the floor. Those in the two groups backed away, Christian at the front. He was brave – Evelyn had to give him that.

“We’re gonna head back . . .” Christian called out, backing away faster. There was fear in his eyes. Something was making him nervous and fearful. It was understandable – Evelyn had a look that could slay in her eyes.

“No one is moving until I get ten solid reasons as to why you abandoned my plan. This was not meant to happen. Fire was not meant to be involved. We were not to burn any of them to the ground. This whole idea of the Takeover was to strike the Vloodmirs with so much fear of us that they gave us the equality we deserve. Not this! This was not meant to bloody well happen!” Evelyn was hurt, she was scared. With her fists clenched, it was clear she was trying to put on the face of someone who wanted to be perceived as brave, strong and fearless.

But she felt fear. It was shown in her eyes, the fear of being hated by those in her own coup. With the whole plan going wrong, Christian felt sympathy for Evelyn. It was clear she didn’t want to die at the hands of the Vloodmirs like so many had done before.

 

“We were following orders.” Christian whispered, lowering his eyes and stuffing his hands in his pockets, the dual blades strapped to his back glittered in the sinking sun. He carried on backing away, but he was stopped in his tracks. His body stuttered and shook, shaking and trembling. His knees hit the floor and his body keeled over. The mud was slowly warming up, Evelyn smiled, a dark sinister look on her innocent face. Walking past Christian, she kicked the back of his neck with full force. He fell face first into the mud. She carried on walking. She had a few interesting conversations to have with a few, now less than respectful and less trusted people.

 

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