As the sun set one more time, White, laying on the edge of shadows, stared outside; remembering the happenings of earlier.
Poole, Maximus and Jason had been sleeping all day long, recovering lost hours of sleep and isolation and Alternate had gone outside to watch out for Slayers. Alternate was a werewolf, not a vampire so she was useful throughout the day.
A few hours earlier Masquerade and Solka had been explaining the new Converts what had happened and why. White was surprised with how much love, or at least pride, Masquerade had for each one of them. She instructed them to get safe and get back tot heir lives. And just minutes ago, they had left into the horizon.
Acey had left with them, to return to Chicago. Moments before their departure, he had come to White and stared intensively at her until she had decided to talk, or rather, use verbs and nouns in between cuss words. He managed to reach the conclusion that it had been Sun burns that had caused White’s sudden outrage though White never used the word “sorry” or “because”. After reliving the pressure, she and him had a nice conversation about Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Just before he walked out of the cave, Acey advised White to apologise to Masquerade. “For what?” White had snorted. Acey had lowered and eyebrow and left, licking her nose. White seemed confused by being kissed in public.
With a load yawn, Jason snapped White out of her thoughts. He stretched and looked around, surprised by not being in his bed back in Transylvania.
“Oh yeah…” he scowled. He walked towards White and looked around one more time. Failing to find Acey he asked: “Where’s fuckface?”
White “accidentally” stepped on his foot, at least 50 kilos landing there for a split of a second. Jason cried in pain “Okay, fine.” He grunted walking away back into the pile of sleeping vampires.
“Spoiled brat” White muttered and she saw a black figure approaching the entrance of the cave in the purple sky.
Alternate entered the cave pulling a body inside with her.
“Another one?” asked White as they turned over another dead Slayer.
“Yeah and there were two more with him. They must’ve figured out we’re here by now.” Alternate replied.
“What are you doing?” White asked as Alternate sank her teeth on the man’s chest and ripped of pieces, swallowing them.
“It’s full moon White. I’m gonna turn tonight, I can’t afford to be so hungry I’ll attack you guys.”
White took this logic in question.
“Hey… think we can use you against them?”
“Hardly” she spoke between mouthfuls “I can’t control myself and I’ll simply launch myself and end up getting staked through the heart with a silver stake. Not appealing.”
White thought it was about time she’d go talk to the Callahans.
She approached them, greeting Solka first and then nodding a greeting to Masquerade, that returned the gesture after staring at her for some time.
“We’re possibly gonna have a hundred Slayers at tail, a rabid werewolf on the lose and nowhere really worth running to. Don’t you think you should get going?”
“What? So now that you don’t need us, you’re kicking us away?” Masquerade spate with a faceful of sneer.
“No, you…” she struggled to keep her vocabulary respectful “dghjdkfgfjsd disease-induced-vampire! I’m trying to protect you?”
“Hmph.”
White gave out a growl and returned to her corner now lit by moonlight.
«Moonlight? » White thought. Almost as she realized this, Alternate began to grunt on her side.
White quickly woke up her pack mates, so they could protect themselves.
Alternate’s pupils disappeared into blind glowing blue eyes as her spine contorted and she supported herself on the cave wall.
Her hind and fore limbs stretched and snapped into digitigrade legs and arms, armed with razor sharp claws. Her tails grew and whipped the wall, sending dust in the air.
Finally turned, she roared so load some small rocks fell down from the ceiling. She panted before letting out another one. These were warning roars, telling offenders to run away.
Instead of leaving like planned, Alternate stepped forwards, roaring louder, if possible, and salivating with hunger.
White finally growled back and Alternate seemed intimidated for a moment before launching herself against her cousin.
White tried to get rid of her, but she couldn’t reach her back, where Alternate was biting mercilessly. White hollowed in pain but when her clan tried to help she screamed:
“Get the fuck way!”
They all gave a step back and given the chance, White rammed Alternate against one of he walls, sending her ribs against a sharp prominent rock. Alternate let go only to try launching herself again but White used her head and pushed her in the chest, making her fall down the cave’s entrance.
For a second all was calm and everyone in the cave trembled with anxiety.
Then all of a sudden, they heard Alternate’s roars down the hill and shooting afterwards.
“No!” yelled White as she realized she had just sent her cousin to meet the Slayers waiting to kill them.
No one had time to stop her as she raced downhill, crossing trees to go attack the Slayers but they all followed her, leaving the shelter and leaping to what could be their last fight.
Upon arriving the scene White was relived to see Alternate’s shape running away in the distance. On the other hand, what seemed like an army of Slayers stood in front of her.
White spotted Leto behind some lines. Bandages could be seen under his army jacket making White smiled inside. She had at least broken his ribs on their escape. She decided to go meet him and finish the job.
It was time to battle again.
All her comrades and Masquerade stood behind her snarling already. White put on her most rabid look and they charged forwards.
White instantly took down five men like a deranged horse stomping through. Those that didn’t cowered away surrounded her in the small pit of smashed skulls and brains.
Jason lifted himself up, throwing as many as he could to the floor. He made a question to rip out any part of their face like they had done to him; be it ears, noses, lips or even eyelids or eyeballs.
The battle field looked like the Marabunta, as blood sprayed the sandstone ground and the tree trunks around.
They were hanging on fairly well when they heard a cry. They looked to see Poole getting up from what seemed a harsh blow and crush the human’s head with rage. Upon better inspection they found out he had cut out Poole’s right paw off.
White charged on, smashing another pawful of internal organs with just one blow.
Ahead of her fought Masquerade, growling like a war dog. White saw her take a blow on the neck and blood streaming out but Masquerade kept fighting her way through.
Distracted only by a moment, White was stabbed on her back, bellowing in pain as she struggled to get the blade off her vertebrae and keep balance before another blow was applied. Out of the blue, Solka jumped on the aggressor’s back, biting his hand and throwing him on the ground again. White heard hear snarls pulling the man away as she tried to grab the blade.
“Sinclair! Catch Sinclair!” Leto commanded from his safe post.
White growled “Shut up you fuck! I’m gonna go there and rip off your throat!”
“You think I am afraid to die?!” he asked as a circle started to form around the wounded Vampire and he stepped forwards.
“I’m not the one standing behind an army of protection!” White spate, enraged. She had stopped to struggle with the blade which left her unable to move.
“There’s no army standing between us now!” he said mockingly as he came face to face with White.
Now the entire battle field was static, looking at the two in the center.
“Don’t fuck around, you degenerated piece of filth.”
“I’m no the one dirty to my ears, you four legged whore” he mocked again. As he spilled the last insult a series of actions were activated.
Behind White a Slayer prepared a fatal blow to the neck and just as he lowered his blade Masquerade bit his other arm and he lowered the blade towards her neck instead, cracking open her right collar bone and some main arteries on her neck. White jumped on her feet and Mascarade’s foot hit the dagger, sending it flying off White back. Solka attacked her sister’s opponent and White rammed her head against Leto’s and he fell to the ground.
Again the both sides stopped dead on their tracks, as Masquerade’s blood spilled on the floor and White pressed a paw on Leto’s rising chest.
She growled so close to his face that he was stained with the blood from his own soldiers.
“You’re not afraid to die, huh? Well, I can assure you there’s worst things!” she spat, sinking her paw a little further. The bandages became stained with blood and Leto panted slightly.
“All of you hunt us and now I’ll give you something to think about!” she lowered her head towards Leto’s neck. - he didn’t dare to move.
She made sure every single soul saw her teeth puncturing his artery and his blood streaming out, quickly turning him into a vampire.
They all watched as his blood formed a pool and he began to lose conscience before regaining it only to flicker his tongue over new fangs. His chest downed and rose quickly in shock.
“Now” White spoke again “What will you do? Let your former kind feed on your ashes? Or will you drink their blood, Slayer blood?!”
“Don’t you ever” she was talking to all the army now “dare coming closer to my family OR my (her eyes flickered a moment upon Solka-or was it Masquerade?) friends ever AGAIN. Or I swear over the Sun I’ll gut your sons and daughters and bring you fates worse than death, worse than THIS. Now be gone from my sight!”
All the soldiers, slower or faster, ran away; leaving dead and wounded behind.
White looked back to Masquerade. The blood had stopped but she didn’t look like she was going to get up on her own any soon.
White lopsided her head in trying to understand Masquerade’s intention when she had saved her. She carefully bit her neck skin and pulled her up with ease. Masquerade grunted with embarassment. White twisted her neck and ended up placing her body on her back.
Solka looked up to her and smiled.
White gave a weird expression, not quite sure of what she had just done.
They all stepped away from the battle field, hopefully for a safe return home.
Solka wondered if that could be the forging of a friendship.
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ALAS, A CORNOCOPIA OF LOVE.
THE END
The first RP ever finished on Lalaland!
I hate that it got all mooshy down the end (and I don’t mean the spilled brains). >:C