Chapter 2

The second vampire descended the stairs and came to where we were stood by the front door, his voice less terrifying than the green-eyed creature. “Stop scaring the girl, she is young and afraid; of course, she will ask for her mother.”

“She must learn her place; her traitorous father is the reason we are here.” Said the green eyes being as he took a step back, roughly patting me on the shoulder.

I noticed that the second creature had eyes the shade of fire; three colours rolled into one. “That may be so, but the girl is afraid. I am sure that you can spare her this once.”

“Who are you to tell me what to do! I only answer to my king!” Bellowed the first vampire, squaring up to the other creature as he growled; challenging them.

“I wouldn’t challenge me if I were you.” Warned the fiery eyed creature.

How could he be so calm? The green eyed man was far superior in size and muscle, how did the smaller vampire think he would fair in a fight with him? Surely, he knew that he couldn’t win with strength alone? I took a side step towards the door, ready to run at the first sign that they would fight, it may give me a chance to escape, depending on how many of the creatures were waiting outside.

My pulse increased when silence fell, not sure what I should do in such a situation, I had never witnessed a vampire fighting another one of their kind, though it was not unheard of. In fact, it occurred more often than a vampire having to fight a witch, but that may have something to do with fear. Witches knew their place within the hierarchy, where we stood in the great scheme of things, there was no need for us to fight, no sense in it. It only happened when a witch rebelled or did something out of line, something similar to what I had done.

The fiery eyed vampire removed his masked hood, my terror-stricken state spiking dramatically, his raven hair, and high cheek bones something that could not be misunderstood, I knew exactly who the creature was, and so did his foe; the green of his eyes barely holding colour as he also recoiled in fear.

The raven-haired creature took a threatening step towards the first vampire, knowing that he had won, the bulky vampire could do nothing to harm him. If he did, it would surely mean his death. Everyone knew his name, his face, it was engraved deep into our memory, it had to be. We had to know who ruled over us, we had to recognise them so that we could act appropriately. Silas, that was his name.

“I am your prince soldier; do you wish to fight me now?” Snarled Silas, the prince of the undead.

I dropped to my knees, bending my back forward so that my forehead was placed onto the cool wooden floor, unsure of even myself I remained there, unmoving as the silence grew.

What would he do to the green-eyed vampire for challenging him, would he spare him because he didn’t know his identity?  I was too petrified to lift my head, my heart racing in reckless motions throughout my chest, my breathing fast and desperate. All I could hope for now was a quick death.

“What is your name soldier?” Silas asked, his tone demanding a swift answer.

“Noah majesty.” was all he could say.

I felt the wooden floor creek beside me before my ears were assaulted with a sudden cracking of bones, Noah’s body crashing into me, pinning me to the floor boards; my breath only getting faster as I couldn’t move; couldn’t see what was happening.

I knew that a simple broken bone would not kill a vampire; even if Silas had broken Noah’s neck, it would not kill him. Not so easily. But, then again, the power of the royal bloodline was unmatched, not even the oldest of creatures could face them and come out the other side alive. I prayed to every god I had ever heard of, even the gods of the mortal humans who lived around us all; never the wiser.

Mortal's weren't allowed to learn of us, they couldn’t know that the supernatural existed, it would crush them, turn them insane; and the vampires still needed their blood source. Whether it was willing or not.

The body of Noah was pulled from my trembling frame, a small sigh of relief escaping through my clenched jaw, I didn’t know how much longer my back would have coped with his bulky weight, especially seen as though I was only four-foot-eight. My extremely petite form barely having a chance to grow, I had a year left before I would be fully developed, if I lived that long.

“Get up, witch.” Came the furious voice of Silas.