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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29. Chapter Twenty Six





Elliot stood in the tactical tent, closing his eyes and pushing his hair back as he would hear the clock tower strike twelve. So far, he hadn’t heard from anyone. Delano hadn’t left the tent, she was too busy talking to high up Vloodmirs on her phone, impersonating those who had influence – Elliot had to admit that she was good. Quinn and Quincy had lead a fire raid, Jymes had been training and he had no idea where Evelyn was or how she was doing.


But why did he care at the current moment. The day was over, and he had gained a small victory against the Vloodmirs – even if it had cost him the trust of Evelyn. He knew that going with a gentle protest at the start wouldn’t be enough. They would’ve established a fighting force so quickly that their little revolution and coup would’ve been crushed in an instant. Going straight in with fire was a risk – and a large one at that. The flames would’ve killed any Vampire, which was the precise reason why Quinn and Quincy lead the fire raid with team Beta. Quinn had the magic ability to manoeuvre the flames. That Quinn had tested the night before. But the Takeover seemed to be going too well too quickly. With most of Vloodmir Manor burning and burnt down to a crisp, the chances of them retaliating were slim. Everything had led up to that exact moment in time.


The rain lashed down outside, the wind howling and the lightning booming and flashing in the sky. Elliot knew that with this, if Evelyn was struck by a bolt of lighting – the power within her would surge and she (for a short period of time) would be unstoppable and be a force lacking in reason and thinking and acting only on judgement and thoughts of irrational desire.


And that force of irrational desire came soon enough. The Tower of Dae struck eleven, and the bell tolled the said number of times. At the final toll, the tent flap was thrown open and a rain drenched Evelyn walked in, her boots covered in mud, her eyes dark – be it from the light, her ruined makeup or traditional Vampiric looks of the sunken eyes. But it produced fear. The tactical team stepped back in alarm. With one of the main leaders out of sync with the others, and with the same leader questioning the methods and reasons of the whole Takeover, everything they had worked trained for over the past four months would go down the drain and into the gutters. From there . . . there would be no change and everything would go back to the way it was.


“Evie . . .” Elliot warned, he was the only one who had the guts to step forward. He wanted to embrace her, he wanted to wrap his arms around her, to keep her warm and to comfort her. But with the clear emotion of vindictiveness clear in her eyes – there was no chance of getting out of this unscathed.

“Can we talk?” Despite the wild, violent and harsh look on her face, her voice was calm and gentle. Her voice sounded broken and sad. Water trickled down her cheeks – but it was unknown if the water was from her tears which fell or from the rain. The two had merged together. She shivered as Elliot walked past. He went to put a hand on her shoulder, he wanted to comfort her. But it didn’t work. She quickly moved away, dodging out of his reach. Looking down, at the ground, he lifted the flap up and the two slowly made their way out into the freezing cold rain which beat down upon the two.


“What’s wrong?” Elliot asked, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets. The icy rain had hit him harder, but Evelyn now seemed used to it. She’d probably been out in it for longer – no, she had been out in it for longer.

“Look.” Evelyn began, licking her lips, and then her fangs. It was clear she had recently fed. “I want ten reasons – and they have to be good reasons – for why you changed my plan for the Takeover. This is going too quickly!”

“That’s the point, Evie!” Elliot cried, having to yell loud over the raging stormy weather. “The quicker we act the less time the Vloodmirs have to assemble an army. The quicker we act the sooner we get the results we want.”

“Do you even care?” Evelyn asked. She tilted her head and walked forward, hand outstretched. To someone who didn’t know Evelyn well, it would seem like a kind, caring gesture, but Elliot knew what could happen. He could be shocked, or worse – paralysed.


“No. I don’t care. Don’t you get it? This is what I’ve wanted for people! But, when I met you . . . I saw hope in your eyes. I can’t begin to image what’s made you this way, but you’ll just have to bear with this! Snow will be killed – and we’ll have our freedom. But if you sit by and tell me that it was wrong to change your plan, then you will be dead too.”

Elliot sighed, exhaling through his nose. Under the moonlight, Evelyn saw that he looked tired and drained. It was evident that he had been pushing himself to the limit, reaching his mid out to tap into the thoughts of the nearer Vloodmirs. Evelyn had to admit that she did feel sorry for him. She felt bad that he had to exert himself to the limit just to get snippets of information.


But it had only been for one day, because it was all over now. Or, at least, the main bit was. They still had to overcome everything else. They still had to ensure that Snow was scared for his life. They had to ensure that the people were safe. That their people – the Trusonis were safe.


“I won’t be dead.” Evelyn declared, clenching her fists.

“But I will if you die!” Elliot snarled, his fangs growing slightly in the light.

“You just said it yourself!” Evelyn yelled, sadness in her eyes. “You said that didn’t care! So why would you care if I died!”

“Because I love you!” Elliot yelled.


The pair had called themselves a couple for a while now, but they had never gone too far into the relationship as the fear of being found out hung over them so much. Yes, they had spent time in each other’s company, and yes, they had showed signs of care and adoration to one another. But never, in the seven months that had passed, had either of them said it to one another. Subtle hints had been dropped, either as a quick mistake or a flirtatious device – neither had known, or noticed. But with those four words, Evelyn’s eyes sparkled with tears and her hands went to cover her mouth. She turned her head away and let the tears freely fall.


Elliot walked forward, arm outstretched to place on her shoulder. But Elliot had forgotten that Evelyn was a current wreck. “Evie . . .” He called out over the weather.

No!” She yelled, throwing her arm out. He tried to duck out of the way, but it didn’t work. The bolt hit Elliot in the chest and threw him back into a tree with full force. Sparks went through the tree and dashed over his body.

“Elliot!” She cried out, the tears falling quicker and heavier, each saltier than the last. Closing her fist slowly, she pulled her arm – and herself – backwards, turning away even more and vanishing off. A simple blur.


It was clear that people had heard Elliot’s accident. Delano was the first to the scene, tenderly holding Elliot close, ignoring the smaller volts that dashed onto her skin. She rested her chin on his head and rubbed his back. “It’s okay . . . it’s all going to be okay . . .”


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